#still working on the drabble sorry fam

[druid-boy-punk]

a bit of a study of my favorite fugitive and criminal <3

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[notroosterbradshaw]

about: just some smut to fend off jetlag. i love sleepy Bradley, I make no excuses that I feel he does his best work in the early hours of the day. This was supposed to be a drabble… it’s not anymore. Sorry.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, pure fluff, smut.

masterlist.

The morning after the night before when Bradley met your family for the first time, you'd flown across the world to surprise your dad for his birthday and really, it luckily coincided with Bradley's time off. When you mentioned heading home for your old man's special day that usually kicked off your family's holiday season, you almost fell out of your seat when he said maybe it was time he met the fam face-to-face, not just making small talk over FaceTime. It almost didn’t seem fair that he was subjected to meeting everyone this way, but alas… here you were the next morning, jet lag kicking in while wrapped protectively in Bradley’s strong, golden arms and washed in the relief your family fucking loved him. You weren't overly surprised. 

Bradley's quiet, unassuming charm was just who your mum wanted you to end up with, he was into golf and surfing, so your dad and brothers thought he was the bee's knees. Your sister on the other hand... 

You had to fend her off more than you would have liked. You were confident in your relationship with Bradley, knowing he'd never allow anything to happen. "You're coming across a little desperate," you hissed after one or two drinks, which mortified her, and she apologised, admitting she was just happy to finally get to meet the guy who'd swept you off your feet. "Yes, my feet," you reminded her. When she pointed out how possessive you sounded, you didn't deny it. But she got it and gave you space for the rest of the evening. 

Ahh, sisters. 

Bradley felt your body writhe in the gentlest of movements against his and he sighed. Sleep hadn’t come easy for either of you and compounded with the food and booze you’d indulged in the day before, neither of you slept much. “You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered at God-knows-what-o’clock. 

“What time is it?” You asked softly.

“I dunno, baby. Sun is barely rising,” he admitted. “Can’t hear a peep in the house.”

Which was nice because yesterday was intense. Everyone was so excited to meet your new American boyfriend (fairly, it’d been about eight months, give or take with a few deployments), the incredibly handsome navy pilot whom you’d met one evening at a naval bar while travelling. You’d caught his eyes behind his sunglasses while he played the piano, the crowd around him as swept away with him as you were. The first half-smile in your direction, as he sang, had done you over in a way not one single person on the planet had before. 

He'd charmed you instantly. He still charmed you constantly. 

“Did you get any sleep?” you asked, biting back a yawn.

“Not really,” he peppered tender kisses into your shoulder blade and smiled into your skin as you pressed back into him, the oh-so-quiet moan made for his ears only waking him from his dreaded fog as well. “I’ll try and get a kip somewhere today. That fuckin’ flight murdered me.” 

“You were happy to fly economy,” you muttered. “I know you’re used to tight quarters, but fuck Bradley. It was 15 hours." 

“I know, I know I fucked up. I was looking at upgrades overnight. I’ll use my discount and stuff; we can do it flying home.”

“You sure?”

“Sue me for wanting to save a buck,” he sighed, with a tired, deep chuckle. “Flight was so full; people may as well have been sitting on the wings.”

“It’s Christmas. People travel.”

“You don't say,” he affectionately gripped your waist, rolling you to him and kissed you. “Good morning, I think," he nuzzled your nose against his and asked if you wanted some water or anything.

You shook your head, rolling back and snuggling into him as he adjusted his arms around you again, his nose buried in your hair. "I think Dad is gonna expect you for at least nine holes today." 

"I think so, yeah. Grill me and make sure I'm good enough for his little girl.” He murmured and if he was honest, he was the teeniest bit nervous. He’d never really been in relationships long enough to meet families… and who would he introduce anyone to, except for Mav?

"I think you'll be fine."

"He probably wouldn't be if he knew what a deviant I've turned his smart, beautiful baby girl into.”

You giggled quietly as you could feel the soft ends of his moustache curve into a smirk against the nape of your neck. "He'd send you back on the first flight to LA."

"I would believe that," he said softly. 

"I think yesterday went really well, Bradley," you confided quietly to him.

"You think? I was on my very best behaviour," he teased you.

"Yes, you were," you admitted. Not that he ever wasn't. Bradley was instilled with a remarkable set of manners. He was chivalrous and courteous to a fault, incredibly sweet and at times, pensive, even shy. Almost make believe that you were lucky enough to share his time. You wriggled back against him, and you could feel the hard-on straining through his boxer briefs. "Down, boy." 

"Can't help it," he sighed. "You know what you do to me with that ass. I know what you want. You're not that transparent."

You bit back your pleased smile as his wandering hands travelled down your side, fingertips toying with the hem of his old Navy tee that was now your bed shirt. At home, you were nude sleepers. At your parents' home during the holidays? You showed decorum and respect and you both hated it, preferring skin-on-skin of the other but alas, anyone could walk in at any time. 

“Have a thought about how we might be able to fuck this jetlag off…” 

“Oh, yeah?” at this point, you’d do anything and with Bradley’s travel for work, you hoped maybe he might have some insight. You had planned to just power through and try not to be the world’s most exhausted asshole. 

"You just move your thigh a little this way..." he murmured, his palm cupping your hamstring and you pressed back into him, grinning softly. “And I just slide up in here – ”

“Confident of you, don’t you think?”

“You’re always wet for me,” he whispered against your skin. “Unless you deny it.”

“Never…” you told him, reaching back to wrap an arm around his strong neck. “I just can't keep it down with you. Why didn’t you convince me to get the AirBnb?”

He loved how vocal you were during sex. Your moans, the hisses, the way you'd bite your lip when you were so close. That groan as you came, or the little squeal when you were too sensitive was burned into his brain as his favourite sounds in the world. 

"Just lemme hold you then, it's okay, sweetheart," he grumbled. “I’ll live if you can.” 

“Asshole,” you muttered as he chuckled. 

“Do you want a blowjob?” You nervously offered, turning back to him and he looped your thigh over his hip and perched you above him with such little effort on his behalf - you loved how strong he was but you knew what was waiting for you, Bradley made no secret he was turned on and you loved that you were able to have him on a knife-edge at all times. 

The one per cent, he’s told you once before. 

You’re so sweet to him as you slowly dragged your hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs, revealing more and more skin, cock springing free, slapping against his toned, tanned Adonis belt. Long, thick and dripping with precum already and he almost blushed at how eager he was.

“I’ll never say no,” he replied, “And I know you might be uncomfortable here. Your dad is right across the hall, baby."

“But my daddy is right here…” you immediately corrected him, and he smiled darkly to himself. You didn't use that term lightly, you couldn’t nfi fed to him he had the ability to bring out your innermost feral when you least expected it and he would do his utmost to encourage it (if you were comfortable). 

“Jesus,” his head was swirling, trying to keep calm and not blow his load the second you bared your tongue to him but there was absolutely nothing sweet about it. He was a preening mess when you went down on him. The night you'd told him you weren't overly experienced in blow jobs was the greatest night of his life, coaching you through what he liked and watching you perfect your generous technique time and time again. 

These days, you loved giving Bradley head. He gave you confidence, he made you feel sexy and not like it was only about him on the receiving end. He’s whispered and encouraged, and when it all got too much, he told you he was close. He was neither here nor there on the whole spit or swallow thing… until you and your preference but he was never left empty-handed.

"Shh," you hissed. "Not a sound." 

That one thing you did for him that absolutely made him come undone. And he'd bury his face in your pussy all day if you allowed him to show you how fucking grateful, he was for all the pleasure you presented him. Your sweet, tight wetness that he would eagerly drown himself in if you’d let him. 

Your honeyed tongue delicately tasted the flawless head of his cock, lapping up the precum as Bradley's eyes rolled back into his head and his big hands reached to knot into your hair as you went to work, swirling your tongue and looking up with your big, scheming eyes, knowing you had him at his most precarious. 

He was a weapon in his training, his mind and body were always primed to do what was asked of him, but you were the exception and it scared and excited him.

He could feel himself getting so close to painting the back of that beautiful mouth, and while it pained him to say it, the way your eyes softened told him he’d made the right choice. “Come on, baby, I want you.” 

You gently pulled away and asked, “You don’t want me to finish?”

“No, I wanna fuck, baby. Watch you lose control.” 

“Okay,” you said, your soft hand trading with your warm mouth to tenderly pump and tease him. 

“Gimme a sec. I don't have condoms close,” he whispered. “They're in my luggage.”

"Just pull out, sweetheart," you enticed him, wanting to feel all of him. It was so infrequent you fucked without protection, and of course, you both preferred it that way but after a pregnancy scare (or not, neither of you was really sure) a few months back, you'd both decided to stop tempting fate and ensuring there was a stash of condoms at his place, your place... the goddamn Bronco – Bradley understood that it was your body and you didn’t want to be on the pill. A condom was the least he could do, and he knew it. 

Bradley helped you move up his body and rest you above him. "Are you sure?" he kissed you, your gleaming teeth lightly stinging into his bottom lip with an affectionate nip. 

“I trust you,” you told him. "Cum where you need...”

Truth be told, he wanted to cum deep, but he licked back a wet smile and he moved to his knees to pull his navy tee over your head, bearing your beautiful breasts to him, full, round, nipples begging for attention. “On your back, baby,” he urged, guiding you under him, anticipating how wet you were for him, legs splaying open unashamed. He rested the head of his cock on your weeping cunt, his fingers spreading your bare lips and sweeping your slick across your clit, fascinated by that little peep of desperation from you. Your head fell back against the pillows, bliss sweeping through you as he sweetly pressed one finger into you. “Drippin’,” he reported, pressing in another finger and his thumb rubbing tenderly against your throbbing clit. “Gonna gush for me?” 

You probably would, Bradley’s ability to drag absolutely everything out of you blew your mind each time. “Need your cock. Fill me up, Bradley.” 

Pushing in, one delicious inch by delicious inch, licking his full lips as your back curved to take him as deeply as possible. He buried his face in your breasts, holding one in his calloused palm, eyes fluttering closed as he traced, left wet, open-mouthed kissed and tenderly bit the other, and the groan you let you made him clamp his palm over your mouth. “You’re so wet, baby,” he stared deeply into your eyes as he evened his breath with the first few rolls of his slender hips. "But you're gonna wake your parents if you don’t control yourself."

"Let them fuckin' hear," you muttered behind your hand (you’d die if they heard you though) as he chuckled and began his ruthless assault on your senses, one thrust at a time. 

"You're too good to me," Bradley reminded you in disbelief.  

"All for you," you confided, as you watched the beads of sweat break across his brow as you dug your nails into his well-worked traps, willingly knowing it would leave a mark courtesy of your fresh manicure. You raised your hips to meet his deep, plunging thrusts, fucking into you strong and deep. He felt incredible, you don't think anyone had loved on you as Bradley Bradshaw could. So thorough, and never one to leave you hanging. 

Too long, too sore? He'd pause and tenderly withdraw to hold you, reassuring you that it was fine, and your comfort was paramount. Too sensitive after coming too hard, he'd give you time to recover, finding other ways to bring you pleasure.

It was nice to be considered in your relationship, in your sex life especially. In the past, you'd been made to feel like a machine, if you didn't cum, partners still could, and you'd just deal with it. For a long time, that stuck with you and having someone consider you like Bradley would almost seem too good to be true at the start. 

But that consideration never lapsed. He was make-believe and you fucking hoped if this man and everything he brought to you was a dream that you’d never, ever wake up. 

Desperate to keep himself controlled, Bradley reached for the headboard of your old bed, gripping it for dear life as he tried so damn hard to avoid coming. He loved fucking you raw, and since birth control was completely your choice, you two had to stop playing this dangerous game. Because one day? It would beat you both.

"I need to cum, Bradley," you whined to him as he nodded, chewing his lower lip, and putting your delicate fingers in your mouth, not losing his rhythm. He knew. He knew how close you were. 

"Lemme see you touch yourself, baby. Get those fingers - " he gasped as you clenched around him. "Get 'em nice and wet and play with that sweet, tight pussy. Lemme see you fall apart.”

Before, language like that would embarrass you, but with Bradley, it only spurred you on. It was incredible the ways he’d helped you grow and mature as a friend, partner and lover. As instructed, and in the low early morning light, Bradley’s breath hitched, watching you touch yourself and you couldn’t help it, the beat of his cock against your g-spot, your fingers pressing rough circles into your clit and you started to come. 

“Yes, baby. Yes,” he urged, moving his mouth to your ear, whispering his sweet encouragement. “You feel so good, just a little mo – ” he forced his mouth against yours, kissing your pleasure to him, to keep the noise down. He wrapped his hand under your hip, lifting your waist to push harder into you as you trembled below him, your pussy clutching his cock, spasming as he shuddered against your lips. “Yes, baby.”

“Jesus, Bradley, fuck me,” you begged as his hips speed up like a piston, thrusting hard into your swollen, sensitive pussy, his hand clutching yours away from your strained clit and pressing intensely in your place, hoping to drag your orgasm out and as you fell, lifeless, back against the squishy pillows, pussy pulsating, Bradley grunted low he was coming and after his final few thrusts, he quickly withdrew and unloaded, stroking himself until he was spent, pearly ribbons of cum decorating your belly and breasts. 

He collapsed beside you, taking your cheeks in his face and kissing you wildly. “I love you. I love you, baby,” he kissed you again, and though you were spent, you returned his affections, because truly… you loved Bradley Bradshaw with your entire being. It was going to take a lot to change that. “Are you okay?” he asked, chest still heaving as he breathed, his pointer finger tracing through the mess he made on you.

“I’m good, sweetheart,” you assured him as he gave you one last, final kiss.

“Think that helped with your jetlag?” he teased.

“Makes me want another round,” you admitted as he chuckled and raised an eyebrow. 

“Of course you do,” he pressed a kiss into your pulse and lifted his lips back to yours, holding you close and just like horny teenagers, enjoying making out for a few moments in the afterglow. “Where’s that shirt gone?” he asked, peering over the side of the bed, and cleaning you up. “Jackson Pollack painting here.”

“Be less proud,” you told him as he snorted.

“Yes, ma’am,” he pressed another kiss to your lips. “Sure you’re okay?”

“Perfect, but let me go pee,” you whispered as Bradley kissed you long and deep, he nodded into the kiss but was not quite ready to leave you leave him. 

“Go, clean up, baby,” he helped you up from the bed, your legs precarious and meandering like Bambi. “Careful,” he sighed, wistfully. But he knew it already, you were thoroughly fucked, just how he liked it. 

A few hours later and thankfully, a few more hours of sleep, your alarm woke you, the sun much higher in the sky and the heat of the day starting to rise. You’d showered and told him to come down when he was ready, you’d help your Mum with some brekky.

“You want eggs?”

“Anything,” Bradley admitted. “Famished.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” you cupped his face in your palms and kissed him lightly. “Don’t rush.”

“Okay,” he gave a small grin but didn’t much feel like lingering. After a quick shower, he dressed, annoyed he didn't pack any golf gear, at minimum the shoes that you gave him grief for every time he wore them, but maybe he'd treat himself and buy some at the course today. He rifled through his bag, clutching the velvet box in his palm tightly, convinced more than ever that this was real, this was happening and soon, he'd hope to have you wearing his mother's engagement ring too. 

Slapping on his CVN-71 cap, he knew you went a bit feral when he perched it backward. May as well leave you with good thoughts while he was out and about, asking your old man for your hand on the golf course. And if it went badly, it was also something to identify him when the authorities found him if your dad said no. 

[longlivedelusion]

Absolute Beginners

[poly!Wolfstar x Reader]

A/N: Well, I made a self-indulgent drabble for my first wolfstar fic cause I had a rough day and needed it remedied via delusion. This is for my chronic fatigue fam who might not have the support they need. And yet they have things to do, like get a car or else they won't be able to get to work. 😬👍 So this is me rewriting a frustrating irl situation into a loving one! Hope you enjoy.

Song: Absolute Beginners by David Bowie

Warnings: none I think. Just fluff. Enjoy!

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"I'm so exhausted," I say as I walk into living room, bag barely hanging onto my shoulder as I drag myself to Remus. I flop down next to him on the couch, his arm instinctively reaching around me.

"I can imagine. You had a long day yesterday, sweetheart. Did the extra rest this morning help at all?" His hand reaches up to my head, gently petting me as if he were soothing an animal.

I nod slightly. "Yeah. Still feel like shite though. Not sure I have the energy to do all this."

"I know, but you have Sirius and I to help. You just need to be there to make sure you like the car, and we'll handle the rest ok?"

"Wish it didn't have to be today," I mumble. "M'hurt."

From the other end of the apartment, Sirius' voice booms across the otherwise quiet apartment. "Sorry, sorry. I'm ready, just got caught up with- oh what's this?" His eyes fall on my slouched against Remus, his eyes furrowing.

"They're still exhausted." Remus says quietly, hand softly moving against my hair.

"Baby-" Sirius' eyes soften, walking over in an instant as he kneels down beside the couch. "Was I too loud today? Did I keep you up?" He says, gently reaching up for my hand.

I hold his hand back, my grip loose around his. "No Pads, just think I need more time to rest up is all. And wish we didn't have to go out today of all days." The end coming out in a grumble.

"Is there no way to reschedule?" Sirius looks up at Remus.

He shakes his head, "I already tried to think, but we've already put it off enough. The day's coming up soon. But don't worry we'll take care of everything, alright darling?" Remus says as his hand moves down to cup my face.

I give a little nod and Sirius's face furrows even more. I hear him sigh as he goes to press a soft kiss to my knuckles. "Well, I'm more than happy to be the conversationalist today. Or your own personal pillow whenever you need." He says, his usual grin splaying across his face.

I smile, tiredly. "Thanks. I just hope we have everything, I wanted to ask so many questions but I-"

Remus chimes in, "I already have them written out. I also pulled some research together the other day to find all we need to look over for the car. One of us will even test drive it for you if you want, so you can just sit in the back seat and see if you like it or not while we handle the more technical things." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "We've got it all covered, don't worry."

I sigh, my shoulders sagging in relief. "Thank you two. I really really wish I wasn't so tired or foggy today of all days."

"That's what we're here for," Sirius says as his hands trace over my palm. "We help each other when we need it. You help Remus every month by making sure he's loved and cared during his transition, you help me when I have my... Moments. And we help you when you're exhausted or overwhelmed. It all works out!"

I look between my two boys, heart so full of gratitude. I'd never had someone to support me like this, to be so understanding and willing to help me when most would tell me to just push through. When I've had to just push through or cancel. Yet... I don't have to do this. Not alone at least. Because of their support. Their love.

Tears start to well up in my eyes as Sirius's widen. "Oh! No, no I didn't mean to make you cry baby."

Remus tilts my chin up so he can see my face better, softening as he notices the water pooling beneath my lashes. "Is it really too much? We can cancel, we can always find another way if it's too much for today." He gently wipes the tears away.

"No," I start, eyes downcast to hide my embarrassment. "I just... I'm still not used to being supported like this. I had to struggle on my own for so long that I- I don't believe you both are real sometimes."

I hear a soft whine from below as Sirius moves up behind my on the couch and wraps pulls my back to him, now sandwiching me between him and Remus.

"We're real, we're here." Remus whispers. His hand running softly across my arm now.

"And there's no way we're letting you do this alone anymore. Nope. You're stuck with us." I could hear Sirius' smirk, his arms wrapping tightly around.

"Exactly. And we wouldn't have it any other way."

I pull Remus to me, his arm resting over Sirius' shoulder now as I hug them both to me. "I love you two, you know that?" My voice comes out breathy.

"And we love you. So much." Remus says, eyes never leaving my face.

"As long as we're together," Sirius starts to sing a familiar melody, ever for the dramatics. Remus looks up to his boyfriend and rolls his eyes, the smile on his face showing he knew where this was going.

"The rest can go to hell." I feel Sirius lean down and whisper in my ear, making me chuckle.

"I absolutely love you." His fingers brushing past my hair. Remus is just as mesmerized, quietly listening.

"But we're absolute beginners."

"Kinda feels like it sometimes," I say.

"But if my love is your love," He sings with a softness now, turning my face toward him. His eyes deeply holding mine, mesmerizing.

"We're certain to succeed."

[sun-daddy-yoriichi]

yoo-

can you write a oneshot abt giyuu with an s/o who has high anxiety/ gets anxiety or panic attacks around big crowds? im one of those ppl,and it would be great to see a drabble like this

note ━ yooo i'm also a part of the high anxiety fam, sorry it took so long to get back on this! college lowkey is kinda whooping my ass rn but i'm on break now!! so i'm going to try to start posting and writing more on this account.

Giyuu with a High Anxiety S/O | Headcanons

First of all, I'd like to make it known that I don't see Giyuu as having anxiety of any sort

That being said, he also isn't a big fan of crowds, but he knows how to manage them better, so he takes the lead through crowds if it's ever necessary

Typically if he has the choice, and his S/O is with him, he'd make the decision to avoid any big cities, to stay away from the clusters of people

But sometimes that's not an option, so he and his S/O would definitely come up with a system ahead of time that would help alleviate some of the anxiety beforehand, so neither of you are taken by surprise when it happens

First and foremost, if it helps his S/O at all, he'll give them his haori to wear. Sometimes it helps to have something or wear something that belongs to a loved one when dealing with anxiety, so if it helps he'll give it over without fuss

Some of ya'll won't believe me, but if his S/O asked him if they could hold hands, he'd do it in an INSTANT. Giyuu doesn't exactly like PDA and he's not the most tactful when it comes to affection in general, but you can't tell me he wouldn't be grippin' the fuck out of his S/O's hand if it meant it would help calm them

He keeps them close for as long as they're in the city. He has enough anxiety as it is around losing people, but the thought of a panic attack happening while he's not there would make him even more protective

Eating happens as soon as they're away from the worst of the crowding. I know that eating is super hard sometimes if you're having really bad anxiety, but trust me when I say it helps.

So even if it's just a little bit, it'd make Giyuu feel better, and it'll make yourself feel better in the process

And if none of that works? If you're not in a hurry, Giyuu's patient enough to wait out the crowds until the early hours of the morning. If it's a mission, and he can't spare that much time, he'll still try to take backroads and alleyways around the worst of the clamour in order to keep his S/O calm and collected for the most part

Giyuu isn't perfect when it comes to handling mental illness (he likely doesn't even know he has one) but his S/O matters more than anything to him, so he's more than willing to put in the work for them, to make sure they're comfortable

[swimmingnewsie]

So 10 years ago, I joined the newsies fandom. I don't even remember how I ended up here, but I'm oh so happy that I did. In that fandom, I found myself in a subset of folks who loved Jack and Katherine just as much as I did. @writetheniteaway and @hoshigomi were two really good friends of mine who I'm happy to still keep in contact with to varying degrees to this day. We had a ship full of love, but no ship name that we really liked. (I don't know why we didn't jive with Jatherine, it's been 10 years, things and opinions fade). So these two were far too late working on school work and at some point Katherine Plumber was called a fluffy lamb and a fic of 'lamb cuddles' was requested.

Next day comes around (April 6, 2013) and there is a semi-joking post asking us to all tag our Jack/Katherine fic as lambcuddles. And then we did. And then more people did. And more. And more until even the National Touring Cast called Jack/Katherine 'lambcuddles' (that was a hell of a day, let me tell you).

I love the lamb fam with all my heart and invite all of the Jatherine folks who caught on board with the west endsies/uksies to share in the love with us and the tag.

Happy Anniversary Lambcuddles. To celebrate, here's a small drabble of our favorite cocky-son-of-a- newsboy sneaking into see Katherine well past working hours.

Enjoy!

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Tap tap

Katherine’s eyes darted from where she was brushing her unruly curls out for the evening towards the dimly lit window. This was the third time she had heard that damned tapping. At first she had figured it was a bird or bug knocking against her window, lost in the muggy summer night; but there it was again.

Tap tap

That’s when she saw two pebbles hit the pane of her window. Who could want her attention this time of night? Carefully, she opened the window looking to see who was below. 

“Well hiya there, sweetheart. Didn’t thinks youse was ever gonna open your window.”

Two stories below, there was Jack Kelly with a cocky grin on his face, eyes beaming up at her.

“Jack Kelly, what are you doing here? “ she called down, trying her best not to shout and blow their cover. “Are you trying to get us caught?!”

It had only been two weeks since the strike had been settled, but Katherine’s father had made it painfully aware of how much he disdained her choice in romantic partner. Their meetings had been limited to daytime walks and stolen kisses in alleyways, far from her father’s prying eyes. It wasn’t easy, but they were managing. 

“I missed ya,” he said impishly, running a hand through his hair. “I ain’t seen ya in days.”

“It’s hardly been 36 hours,” she scoffed, unable to resist her own smile. “I got caught up with work today, I’m sorry.”

“They gives ya anything good?” 

“A piece at the Navy Yard Pier. Not too much to it yet, but it’s better than engagement news at least.” Katherine shrugged her shoulders, turning to give a quick look at her bedroom door. She didn’t hear anyone coming. Carefully, she crawled through her window and out onto the fire escape. “Gave your love to Spot Conlon.”

“Glad someone’s getting my love,” he teased, looking up at her far above. “Just wishin’ it was you instead, Ace.”

“Jack,” she laughed, “it’s late. I’ll give you plenty in the morning, I'm sure.”

Jack wandered over to the base of the fire escape, careful to hide from the windows and any possible on-lookers. “Is that a promise, Plumber?” he asked, tilting his head back with a cheeky grin. 

He really was the most impossible boy.

“For sure.”

[huntingingoodwill]

For the record store drabbles I can’t stop thinking about Steve finally confessing by either including F.R. David’s “Music” in one of his future mixtapes or actually singing it 😳. Idk singing it may be too much but including it on the mixtape would be nice since it’s so vague, even funnier if record store girl has no clue that he’s trying to confess.

-💕😊

HIIIIII ugh so sorry it took me extra long to answer this 🏃‍♀️ how are u doin !!

steve x record store girl hcs part of 1 2 3

nervous steve making you playlists and drunk steve serenading you at karaoke under the cut 😏

i listened to the song! i love the idea of steve making mixes for you and putting in love songs he associates with you

he thinks long and hard about what songs to put in because he’s worried they’ll be too direct and scare you off. he stands behind the counter at family video, writing ideas for track lists on the back of old receipts and rearranging the tracks over and over again, crossing ‘dedicated to the one i love’ off the list because. if he puts it in you’ll think youre the one he loves. which you are, but you can’t know that. he just stands there spiralling and overthinking and getting zero work done

this results in a lot of vague love songs and you just. do not get the hint. so the songs just get calculatedly and progressively less vague but you still dont get it because youre not a mind reader! which lowkey frustrates steve because this is all he really knows how to do since he met you and his flirting skills just. left the room.

i LOVE the idea of him singing to you :( that’s so cuteeee

of course you have your singing sessions in his car where you’re screaming fleetwood mac at the top of your lungs (imagine going for drives and just yelling “oOoOoOh IIIIIIIIIIIII I WANNA BE WITH YOU EVERYWHERE” 😭😭😭) but this time it’s different. maybe it’s something like him asking “did you like the song i put on the new mixtape?” “which one?” and he quietly sings the words with this awkward smile and he’s all shy about it because he has to pretend like the words don’t perfectly summarise all his feelings about you and he’s basically pouring out his heart in song form

after he’s done there’s this long pause and he gets so embarrassed because he thinks he messed up but you just smile and go “that was beautiful, stevie.” and his hands are just trembling afterward

speaking of hands trembling imagine helping out stocking records/tapes when you hang out with each other at the record store/fam video? your hands brush as you hand each other a tape or put one on the shelf or walk past each other? there’s a moment there and you guys just glance at your hands and just try not to have a breakdown. it’s very pride and prejudice.

okay back to singing

one night you all go out for karaoke and he gets a little tipsy and steve gets on stage and goes “this one’s dedicated to the coolest girl in hawkins!!!!!!!” and sings something cheesy like you really got me??? youre laughing and cheering him on as he yells into the mic and points at you and has his rockstar moment

eddie drives you home and steve walks you to your door and you say something like “just so you know, i think you’re the coolest guy in hawkins. see you around, rockstar.” and you maybe even give him a kiss on the cheek before turning around and going inside and he just freezes 😭 once you’re inside he just falls back on the grass and eddie has to drag him back to the car and sober him up 😭

he wakes up on the floor of eddie’s trailer with a massive hangover and just touches his cheek and smiles :,)

[lilyisfrozen]

𝟝𝟘,𝟘𝟘𝟘 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔

Hello, friends! 

It would appear to be National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo - a challenge throughout November that encourages writers to add 50,000 words to their novels. I loved this concept, which was introduced to me by a classmate in one of my online courses, and decided to customize it into something that applied to me more. I’m not writing a novel at the moment, which I’m sure is a surprise.

Both my commission slots are still occupied and some progress has been made. The word counts for these, however, won’t apply to the 50k I do this month. No, this is purely for works I’ll be posting for the public, which also excludes any drabbles I write for my Kofi page (which I’ve been really behind on lately, I’m sorry, Inktober has just been kicking my ass). 

SO what are my self imposed rules?

Well, anything that I’ve completed, I’ll be posting on AO3 at the end of the month. I have a personal list of goals I’d like to meet. No matter if I met the 50k or not, I’ll be posting any of the works I’ve completed so that I could hold myself accountable. Words written only throughout the month of November will count toward the 50k.

I’m really looking forward to this. It’s been since March I’ve dedicated a whole lot of time to writing. It’s felt like I’ve had everything else to do. So, like I did with Inktober, I’m making a challenge out of it. 

Look forward to the end of the month, fam. The clock starts on the 1st of November.

I’d also encourage any other writers to do something similar for themselves. If anyone does, tag me so I can watch your progress!

[listentothelittlebird]

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#5

Writing Masterpost

I guess I should make this before it gets out of hand

Most of my stories are on ao3! Things I post on tumblr are typically the draft versions of my ao3 stories

From Code Bat:

- Jason Dissociating  - Alternate Super Sons Meeting - Protect Our Own Jason POV - Hot Potato with a Bookmark - Sleepy Jason (Alternate How Are You?)  - Damian and Tim - Cass and Jason - The Original Draft - Superman Meets Bizarro - Alternate Out of the Shadows - Alternate Snapshots of Gotham - Alternate Collecting the Hints

From Gotham’s White Lotus:

- Dick and Airbending - Alternate Making A Splash - Alternate Burning Iceberg

Fairness Federation gets a special shoutout

Extra Scene from It’s a Small World universe

Tumblr Drabbles:

- It starts with Jason. - Rogues know who Batman is - “I’m sorry.”

27 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#4

I found this youtube channel called Curious Archive and I’ve been going insane because like- speculative biology? Did you mean extensive worldbuilding that takes into account scientific reasoning like an overcomprehensive sci-fi book setting? Boi I wish I were as cool as the worlds being featured

28 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#3

Sometimes you procrastinate life things by writing a fanfic series, and sometimes you procrastinate life things by procrastinating the fanfic series by opening up a new doc and writing an entirely separate fanfic idea

143 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

#2

It starts with Jason.

Jason, the original bookworm of the family, up late at night and reading on his bed. Or, well, trying to read.

Eventually, he growls and - carefully - slams the book shut, lifting it up but just stopping short of actually throwing it. He sighs.

“Can’t sleep?”

It’s Dick that finds him, leaning against his doorway with tired eyes that still burn with too much energy to truly go to bed.

“You know that moment,” Jason complains, squinting, “When you’ve been staring at words for so long, then you blink, and suddenly everything’s blurry?”

“Are you getting myopia?” Dick laughs as Jason’s expression, “It’s a real concern! But I get it. You have to rest your eyes when that happens.”

“But I can’t sleep,” Jason whines.

“Me neither,” Dick sighs, and smiles, “Hey, I have an idea.”

Dick plonks himself onto Jason’s bed, ignoring his vocal protests, and plucks the book out of his hand. “Where did you stop reading?” he asks, “I’ll read it to you.”

“Oh,” Jason blinks - Dick notes amusedly that he was still squinting and unsquinting his eyes, trying to pull blurry blobs back into focus, “Uh, the page on the left of the bookmark.”

Dick reads.

-

“You’re gonna spoil your eyes like that, Timmy.”

“I live on spite,” Tim deadpans, “If my eyes want to fail me too then so be it.”

Jason laughs as he collapses onto the couch beside him. Tim ignores him until he lifts the laptop up and out of his lap, into his own.

“What’re you even working on?” he asks, and huffs. “Hang on, wait, are you reading?”

“Why do you sound so surprised? Just because I don’t like the classics doesn’t mean I’ve given up on words.”

“Holy shit,” Jason continues, ignoring Tim as a grin spreads across his face, “Is this anime fanfic? Are you reading anime fanfic?”

Tim groans, and slumps against Jason’s shoulder. Jason tries to shove the bony part of his shoulder into Tim’s cheek, but Tim just bounces harmlessly, only leaning more weight on him when he was done moving. Jason huffs.

“I was trying to finish reading,” Tim muttered, “But my eyes refuse to work. So maybe I did already spoil my eyes. Maybe I didn’t. I’m in denial.”

“It’s probably just from staring at a screen for too long,” Jason muses. Then he shifts, getting more comfortable. Tim’s head is now firmly on Jason’s arm.

“C’mon, I’ll read it for you. Where’d you stop?”

214 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

good day to everyone who has three separate drafts for the same story plot concept idea thing, doing great besties

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[lollypopsx]

Ok So im obsessed with your brother Harry drabble. And I know you probs have a load of requests cause of ya lil talented self but I just can’t stop thinking about like just fluffy chill drabble of the Styles Fam have Christmas dinner. Its like post meal everyones stuffed, really content and just kinda getting to enjoy something normal

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Brother!Harry x Y/N - 4.8k+

A/N: I’ve tried to make this fluffy and this is the first thing I’ve written in just over a week, so thank you all for being patient. This is not yet proof read so I may end up changing this a tiny bit at some point!

Warnings: mentions and actions of OCD, social anxiety, medication, grief. But this is mainly calm and fluffy!!

——————

24th December 2018

This was going to be the best Christmas you had ever had in all your eighteen years of existence.

Of course, every year, Christmas was incredible. Surrounded by your most loved family members, the beautiful decorations carefully and specifically placed around the house, they perfectly wrapped gifts under the tree – complete with red ribbon and bows and neatly written tags, the electric fire enhancing the warm glow in the living room, a day full of so much joy, happiness and gratefulness.

Well...every year apart from last year...

23rd December 2017

“You promised Harry! You promised us you’d be home!” You felt your voice painfully screaming down the phone to your brother.

“I know Y/N, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know the storm would come in so quickly. They’ve cancelled all flights and I just...I don’t know when they’ll be running again” He sighs softly, his voice full of regret.

“I told you to check! I told you not to leave it too late because if there were delays then you’d never get back! I told you! I told you and you didn’t listen!” You felt the scratchiness at your throat as you felt angry tears threatening to spill.

“I did listen, I had to work Y/N” He frowns, slumping into his seat on the comfy sofa in his LA house, his heating had been cranked right back up as he watched the flurrying snow storm outside.

“You’re always working! I wish you’d just stop!” You felt the anger firing up within you. You knew this wasn’t your brother’s fault entirely, but you were really struggling this Christmas.

“Y/N...that’s enough” Your mother tells you sternly, her voice giving you plenty of warning to calm down. But right now, you were having none of it.

“Y/N please...” Harry’s fingers curled into his damp hair as he let out a breath, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the sofa.

“You promised! It’s the first Christmas without Robin and now you’re not going to be here too! You’ve ruined it and I hate you!!” You sobbed into the phone, your voice now louder than it had ever been. Harry’s heart completely broke at your words and tone, and especially those three words that escaped your lips. This has been something bubbling under the surface for months. Your Step Dad passing away had been a massive shock and a major change in your life, that you were still struggling to come to terms with.

“Y/N. That’s enough now. Give me the phone please” Anne frowned and stood behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder and holding her hand out for you to give her your phone.

This rage had clearly been building up for a little while, because instead of co-operating and handing your phone over, the steaming anger took over your body and your hand threw your phone to the wall, Harry could only guess what had happened when he heard your phone hit the wall, startling him to sit up in a panic.

“Y/N?...Y/N?!” Harry’s muffled voice came from the now cracked phone, lifeless at the corner of the room, and a slight mark in the wall.

“Harry, I’ll phone you back on my phone in a minute...” Anne frowns. “Y/N upstairs now please...” She shakes her head, although she understood your feelings, she couldn’t let you get away with speaking to people that way. But this had to be dealt with properly.

“Come on...” She whispers, holding your wrists and rubbing her thumbs gently over your pulse. The tears streaming down your face as your sobs escape from your chest as your Mum lead you upstairs, but not to your room, to Gemma’s old bedroom.

Gemma’s old bedroom had been turned into a bit of a den for you. A room of warm glowing lights, soft teddys, blankets, a corner sofa - which was also a very comfortable sofa bed, fidget toys, books and pens with colouring books.

It was a space for you to go when you just needed space to calm down after feeling overwhelmed, or a safe place to go where there was nothing that could cause injuries to you, break, smash or fall and cause a loud noise.

You lay down on the grey sofa, pulling multiple blankets over you just so you could feel some softness against your warm skin. Sobbing quietly into the cushion, squeezing it tightly in your arms. Your Mum left a bottle of water beside you and pressed a gentle kiss to your head, but when you pulled away from her touch, she knew all too well that for this moment you just wanted to be alone.

---

“Mum, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise she would get like that...” Harry frowns, sighing softly as he watched his Mum make a cup of tea on facetime.  

“It’s not your fault H, these things happen.” She gives him a gentle smile.

“Are you ok?...” He asks gently, the softness in his voice and the guilt in his eyes.

“I’m alright love, we all knew this Christmas was going to be tough. And we all know you’d be here if you could” She explains while taking her tea and phone to the sofa. “You know she didn’t mean what she said”

“I know Mum, but I should be there. Has she been like this a lot lately?”

“Well, some days are better than others. But she’s still dealing with a lot of change that we can’t reverse. We all are love. She’s in the den for a bit, she just needs space. Look, she’s smashed it to buggery” She sighs softly, picking up the now-smashed phone and showing Harry.

“I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again Mum, I promise. I’ll be with you all every Christmas, next year I’ll make sure I’m back in the beginning of December. Can you get her to call me later? Please?”

“I will love. I’ll have a talk with her when she’s calm. She’s going back to counselling twice a week after Christmas, I think that will do her the world of good and they said that the anger phase is quite common in the stages of grief. I think she’s going to be a bit quiet this Christmas”

“Dad’s still coming over right though?”

“Of course, and your grandparents too. I’ll miss you though darling” She smiles softly. “I won’t miss you burning my yorkshire puds though.” She teases and Harry chuckles softly with a groan.

“Mum that happened one time!”

“And you’ll never live that down! I’m going to check on Y/N, I’ll get her to call you later after I’ve sorted out a replacement phone for her.”

“Alright, I’ll speak to you later. I miss you and I love you. Next Christmas will be better. I promise.” Harry blows a kiss through the camera before waving tiredly and hanging up.

---

And Harry kept true to his word. He came back early in December, he had a few London based jobs to do during the month, but he would be home with his family for Christmas.

He had arrived to your home on the 21st December, and he was staying til the 28th before heading back to his house in London. But today was Christmas Eve, and the next few days were always full of things to do. Gemma had arrived to stay too, she arrived dead on promised time at 1pm, while you were helping Harry wrap the last of his presents for the other family members.

Once the wrapping had finished, you, Harry and Gemma were in charge of making some desserts for tomorrow. Aside from the usual mince pies and Christmas pudding which your grandmother made every year, the three of you would also always bake something. This year, Gemma was doing a Cheesecake, and you and Harry were making a Chocolate Trifle.

Your Mother had been banished from the kitchen so she could go an relax with a cup of mulled wine, after she had been doing most of the Christmas Dinner preparations all morning.  

“Don’t you make a mess!” Was the last thing she told you with a jokey tone before Gemma shut the kitchen doors as Harry set up the speakers, connecting them to his phone. “Y/N you’re in charge of the baking playlist this year!” He grins, handing you his phone as Gemma takes all of the ingredients out of the fridge.

You give him a wide grin and push his phone away, taking yours out of your pocket as Harry shoots you a confused frown. “I made my own this year. With all my favourite artists...” You giggle and link it to the blue tooth speakers.  

“Let me have a look at that” He furrows his brow, taking your phone and scrolling through “Oasis...Niall...Louis...Taylor Swift...Liam...Zayn...Coldplay...Ed Sheeran...Hey! None of my songs are on here! Why am I not on here?!” He fakes an offended gasp.

“You are!...Look!” You scroll down to the massive One Direction section

“Doesn’t count” He grumbles before pressing shuffle on the playlist and opening the recipe book, while Gemma started on her Cheesecake. Harry cut up the chocolate log to line the bottom of the dish as you began the chocolate pudding mix.

“Lost my senses I'm defenceless Her perfume's holding me ransom Sweet and sour I devour Lying here I count the hours

Waking up Beside you, I'm my loaded gun I can't contain this anymore I'm all yours, I got no control No control Powerless And I don't care, it's obvious I just can't get enough of you The pedal's down, my eyes are closed No control No control No control”

The three of you danced happily together around the kitchen, singing loudly as you all used a water bottle, a whisk and a remote as microphones. As the song came to an end you all high fived and took a bow to your audience of baking ingredients scattered around the kitchen.

“We have been the Styles Siblings! Thank you, and good night!” Harry shouts with his arms in the air as the three of you end in giggles.

“Harry! Out of my way! I need the oven!” Gemma groans, poking at his hip with the end of her bottle.

“Don’t blame me, blame Y/N! She told me to stand her and whip some cream and not move!” He flashes a cheeky grin.

“I didn’t say that. I said don’t get in my way” You huff softly. “Move out of Gemma’s way you loser” Your small frame nudges him, but his masculine figure didn’t budge at all. “And turn the mixer off! You’ll over whip the cream!” You whine softly and check the time.

“How are we doing for time little Styles?” Gemma glances at the time. “We’re 15 minutes ahead so we’re okay” You confirm with a nod.

“...or we will be if Harry doesn’t MOVE OUT THE WAY!” Gemma groans, biting her tongue to hold down the laugh. Harry had a smug smile on his face as he turned off the mixer, slowly moving out of the way so Gemma could open the oven.

You lifted the mixer to stir the cream gently. “How did I do Boss Lady?” Harry peers over your shoulder as you inspect his mixer duty skills.  

“Hmmm, it’s not too bad...can you pass me the vanilla please? It’s behind you” He nods at your instruction as he turns around. You take Gemma’s hand and smear some cream in there, she was about the shriek in surprise but you pressed your fingers to your lips and gently nodded your head towards Harry, who was still rummaging through the cupboard. Gemma understood the mission.

“Here you are” Harry turned around and placed the Vanilla beside you, at the same time, you and Gemma turned to face Harry, each of your hands full of whipped cream as you both pressed a hand to his cheeks.

Harry’s eyes widened in shock, taking a few seconds to realise what the two of you had just done as he chuckled in disbelief. “You cheeky b-”

“Go and get cleaned up Harold! That’s what you get for not listening” You giggle softly. “Oh the war has begun! I’ll get you two back, just you wait and see!” He shook his head with a grin as you and Gemma wiped your hands clean and high fived each other twice.

He took the towel from you as you finished up the dessert, piping perfect swirls of cream on top of the trifle, Harry gently placing it into the fridge until tomorrow and the three of you cleaning up.  

“Time check?” Harry asks, helping you wipe down the kitchen sides.

You check your list and the time on your phone. “It’s 5:20pm. We have ten minutes and then it’s film time and then Mum said we can order dinner at 5:30 and they’ll have it delivered by 7pm because they’re always really busy Christmas Eve”

Harry nodded with a smile “Does that mean is Christmas pyjama time?”

“Oh Harry, you know the schedule so well” You smile proudly and ruffle his hair as you head upstairs. Every year since you were born, the three of you wore matching pyjamas on Christmas Eve, watch Love Actually and order a takeaway. So there you all were at 11pm, half asleep, full up on food, alcohol in your glasses (well actually, you were drinking Fanta because alcohol wasn’t advised with your tablets) and the ending credits of the film rolling round.  

“Right, off you go you Gremlins. Go to bed” Anne smiles softly before pressing a kiss to each of your heads and shooing you all upstairs. Harry’s bedroom was still the same, as well as your room, and Gemma stayed in the den.  

“Wait...” You mumble softly before Harry and Gemma disappear into their rooms. They turn to look at you with a curious gaze, your fingers twiddling together nervously.

“Y/N...What’s wrong?” Harry frowns, noticing your nervous fingers, which was a trait he hadn’t seen all week.

“You know...w-when we were younger and we...we would all stay together? And w-we'd sleep in Gemma’s bed...can we do that again?...Just tonight?” You whisper softly, with a hint of sadness in your eyes.

Harry and Gemma looked between each other and Gemma gave a small smile. “Grab your duvets gang” She smiled and opened her door. The king size sofa bed was pulled out, Gemma shuffled her duvet over to the right, with you and Harry pulling your own duvets in too, and you had a bear with you too...don’t judge. The fairy lights hung round the window and above the sofa was all the light you guys needed.

“Prepare your eyes” you mutter softly before tapping the light switch as usual. On. Off. On. Off.

You slipped next to Gemma, shuffling under your own covers as Harry laid to your right. Please don’t ask. Please don’t ask. Please don’t ask.

“So why the sudden change of sleeping arrangements hm?” Harry asks quietly, turning to lay on his side, his hand keeping his head propped up as you tried to disappear into the deep depths of the duvets. Gemma’s fingers were gently stroking through your curls slowly.

You sigh deeply and look between the two of them nervously. “Because...because it reminds me of being a child when we didn’t have anything to worry about and...and nothing was wrong. And things weren’t...how they are now” You whisper shyly. “It’s just...I was better then...and less anxious and I was nor-”

“Don’t.” Harry cuts you off suddenly. “There is no normal. Normal doesn’t exist, it’s not a thing. You are the way you are and we love you no matter what, you know we do” He whispers softly.

“Yeah...” Gemma whispers gently, still brushing through your hair with her fingertips. “Just look at your brother...he has four nipples and we still love him”

“Hey!” Harry pouts, flicking Gemma before looking back at you.

“Y/N, I know the last 18 months haven’t been easy, they’ve been difficult for all of us, and there’s somethings that, when they change, there’s nothing we can do about it. But you’ve come so far since last Christmas, things are going to get better” Harry explains gently, his voice always giving you the comfort you need.

“Do you really think so?” You whisper softly. “I just feel like sometimes I’m getting nowhere. Like it’s just the same thing over and over again. Like I’m on a loop at the moment.”

“Just remember Y/N, it’s better to be on a bit of loop than to be back at square one. We’re so proud of you” Gem whispers softly, tickling your chin gently with her fingers.

You suddenly sit up with a gasp “Harry what’s the time?!”

He furrows his brows and quickly checks the time 11:52 why?” He frowns.

“We have to put Mum’s presents under the tree before 12am!” You throw the duvet off of you as you stumble out of bed. Harry let out a breathed chuckle as he follows you to your room, waiting for you to flick the light switch on and off twice, before taking found of the full bags of presents from your hands. “You get all of the presents you’ve stashed around your room and I’ll take them all downstairs. Go get back into bed” He sighs gently with a wide, yet sleepy grin.

You nod and pile them all onto your bed before flicking the den light switch twice more and then crawling back into the bed next to Gemma.

The two of you sleepily chatting quietly as you wait for Harry. “And you’ve been feeling okay on these tablets this time?” Gem asks quietly, your heads resting beside each other.  

You nod gently ,“Much better this time” You whisper.

Harry placed the presents neatly under the tree and headed back upstairs, hearing the two of you whispering quietly.

“Come on sleepy head” Harry whispers softly as you three shuffle around to get comfy. You drifted off to sleep within minutes, your head resting on Harry’s arm and Gemma’s hand playing with your loose curls.

---

25th December 2018

A painful groan escaped your lips as you reached for your drink at the table. You, your parents, Harry, Gemma and your Grandparents were sat around the dinner table after three very full courses.

“That dinner was amazing, thank you Mum” You yawn softly, sipping on your glass of Pepsi Max and rubbing your eyes tiredly.

Everyone agreed happily. “And thank you kids for the cheesecake and the trifle...and your kitchen concert at 5pm last night” Anne chuckles softly, sipping happily on her glass of wine.

“Kitchen concert? Why does that not surprise me?” Your Dad chuckles, as your Mum takes her phone, pressing play on a video of her hiding behind the door and film the three of you dancing and jumping around the kitchen.

The three of you groan in sync, embarrassment filling your veins “Mum!” You groan.

Harry was leant back in the chair, letting out a deep breath and chuckling as he pushed his bowl away. “We make a great trifle team” Harry grins, raising a hand up to you. You couldn’t help but giggle softly as you high five him twice and reach over to gather all the plates and bowls, then carrying them into the kitchen.  

You hadn’t eaten anywhere near as much as the others, because you had a bit of a lack of appetite from your tablets, but you’d still had far too much.

“Everything alright lovie?” Your Dad asks, helping to bring in the rest of the leftover desserts and taking them back to the fridge.  

You look up to him with a small smile. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just full up” You nod gently, scraping the plates into the bin before rinsing them under the tap and loading them into the dishwasher.

“You’ve done a great schedule this year darling. What’s next?” He pats your shoulder gently.

“The Queen’s speech, then a film while we play some games, and then a film after that.” You smile softly. Everyone always liked your little Christmas Day schedules, it made you feel useful and it made you calm.

“You’ve done really well this year darling. I’m so proud of you. Of all of you” He taps your cheek gently and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“D-dad....” You whisper softly, looking up at him with warm eyes.

“Yes lovie?” He asks before heading into the living room.

“...Thank you. For sticking around” You whisper, looking down with a smile and pressing your lips together to stop your emotions flaring.

“Hey...I always will be. And don’t you forget it” He walks over, wrapping his arm around you tightly. “Come on now, don’t want to miss the Queen’s speech do we” He chuckles before heading back into the living room.  

Everyone’s presents were still scattered around the living room, wrapping paper crumpled up around still some unopened presents under the tree. You had all really spoilt each other this year. Designer labels, and some handmade gifts, experience vouchers and holiday/getaway vouchers as well.

“Tired huh, trouble?” Harry smiles softly as you plop down onto the sofa behind him.

“One way of putting it” You huff softly. “I don’t think I can even look at another roast potato”

Once the Queen’s annual Christmas Speech was over, the Christmas Day TV began, the board games emerged, and after beating Harry twice at the quiz cards that he had brought round, the two of you sat happily on the sofa, while watching Gemma ad your parents divulge in their annual game of darts, your grandparents in their annual game of scrabble.

“You kept your promise this year Haz...” You say softly, leaning your head against the back of the sofa and sipping on your Pepsi.

“What are on about?” Harry raises his brow and looks down at you, both of you resting your feet on the coffee table in front of you.

“Last Christmas you told Mum that this year would be better...you were right” You whisper.

“Oh...yeah. I know. I’m sorry for last year...” He whispers, still feeling the slight pinch of guilt.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of reacted that way. But Mum seems a bit happier this year” You look over with a small smile.

“Grief never goes away. But it just get’s easier to manage when you get the proper help” He whispers, with a nod of agreement from you.

“You know I never meant it right?…last year when I said I hated you…” you mutter, biting your nail gently.

“I know love. I love” he whispers, gently prying your nail from your teeth and the two of you sit comfortably in silence for a few minutes.

“Harry...” You clear your throat softly and sit up slightly.

“Y/N...” He raises his brow and looks back down at you.

“Can I..erm...would you mind if I...I maybe came to stay in London with you for a little bit after Christmas?”

“You want t’come stay with me for a bit?” He smiles. “Like a night or two? Is Mum off away somewhere?”

“N-no...no Mum’s not away...or maybe a...maybe a bit longer?” You fiddled with your fingers nervously again, for fear of rejection or him not wanting you to be there because you’d be a burden. But the grin upon Harry’s face said much different. You had only ever stayed with Harry or Gemma in London when Anne was away for a few nights, but you’d stay for an odd night here or there, but you’d never asked to stay longer.

Harry knew how you could be when you weren’t staying at home, how you could get so overwhelmed being out of your daily routine and away from your safe space here. He always encouraged you to stay longer, but he would never push because he wanted you to feel ready in your own time.

“Of course you can...come and stay however long you like...” He beams proudly.

“I’d erm...I’d also really like to...see London from the London Eye...” You mumble shyly. Heights and busy areas had never been your strong points, but you had been talking to your therapist a lot lately about setting yourself goals to try things. But not to rush into them, and to do things at a pace you feel safe and comfortable with.

The look of surprise was obvious on Harry’s face, but he was elated to say the least. “Okay...we can look into that and get something planned...Or maybe we could start with the Shard? It doesn’t move, and there’s less waiting around. Plus we can just turn around and go back down at any point if you need to” He rests his arm over your shoulder and squeezes your arm twice lightly.

You look up at him in relief with a smile. “Yeah...okay” You whisper and take a deep breath.

“Told you...you’re doing so well” He whispers.

“Anything else you think you’d like to do?” He presses curiously.

“Hmm...I’d like to spend time with your friends...or...try and make some of my own” You mutter. “But I...I’m not sure if I’m quite ready for that just yet” You whisper softly, staring down at your lap.  

“That’s okay...you’re making really good progress so far...Oh...I forgot! When I was out in London the other day, I found these!” He reaches behind the sofa for a gift bag. It was full of silicone shapes with multiple holes in?

“Harry what are these?” You ask curiously.

“They’re these new fidget toys called Pop It’s, look!” He smiles, taking one from the bag and flipping it over to show the bumps, then pushing it in to create a hole. “There was a woman on this stall in Camden and she was saying how they are great for distractions or anxiety fidget toys. So...I got one of each one she had. I thought they may be better than the Rubik's cube or the spinners because they’ll be much quieter. And there’s enough for you to put in every room, plus all our cars, and leave some at Dad’s and Gemma’s. And I...I already put some in your room at my house”

“Harry...I don’t know what to say...that’s so thoughtful...thank you” You smile, popping the holes back and forth a few times. He was right, it was quite distracting and relaxing.

You rested your head upon Harry’s shoulder and closed your eyes softly. Your hands still fidgeting with the pop it, but contently. Anne lightly placed one of your blankets over your legs.

“Tired lovie?” Your Dad asked, patting your leg gently.

You fluttered your eyes open gently and shook your head softly. “Just full up” You whisper. But the truth was, you were exhausted. You weren’t drained like you usually felt, but Christmas was always a very busy time of year, so you always felt crashed by Christmas night. But it was always so worth it.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet Little Styles” Harry nudges you softly. “I want you all to hear something first.” He coughs slightly and picks up his guitar from the stand by the sofa.

“So I...I wrote this song after a FaceTime conversation with Y/N a few weeks back. Two weeks before I was coming back, and we were talking about a lot of things, mainly me coming home, and all the progression you’ve made lately. But I was in Arizona and...yeah. I write this song. It’s called Canyon Moon and I think it’s going to go on the next album...

Harry’s fingers began to pluck at the strings of his guitar with a smile on his face, it was definitely more upbeat that the songs on the last album...

“You gotta see it to believe it Sky never looked so blue So hard to leave it That's what I always do So I keep thinking back to A time under the canyon moon

The world's happy waiting Doors yellow, broken, blue I heard Jenny saying "Go get the kids from school" And I keep thinking back to A time under the canyon moon

I'll be gone too long from you

Staring at the ceiling Two weeks and I'll be home Carry the feeling Through Paris, all through Rome And I'm still thinking back to A time under the canyon moon

I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going home

I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going home

Quick pause in conversation She plays songs I've never heard An old lover's hippie music Pretends not to know the words And I keep thinking back to A time under the canyon moon

I'll be gone too long from you

I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going home

I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going home

I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going I'm going, oh, I'm going home (hey)”

You grin tiredly as Harry finishes the song. “It sounds incredible Harry...”

“Merry Christmas little sister” He smiles.

“Merry Christmas Harry” You whisper. “Sing something else...” You mutter as you close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder once again.

This was a perfect Christmas for you, a magical day, stuck to the schedule, no panics or worries, and a day surrounded by those you love, and thinking of those we love who are no longer here.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Hi hi! Can you recommend me some fics of yours? That you wrote. I got recommended to read your fics but have NO IDEA where to start. So hence I asked. Or am asking. And since we're both Mayans MC fans.... shower me with mayans fics! 🤣

Btw, how was or is your day? Hope you're doing well. I'm just about to go to sleep (great timing I know), but if I wake up to recs, I will devour them! No joke. Because I really don't know where to start.

hi, baby! first of all, i'm feeling a little better every day but it's a thing i'm still working on. how are you?

here i'm gonna leave you my favorite fics of every character from mayans mc and i hope you like them! 💖

angel reyes:

a miracle. this is the fluffiest thing i have ever written, just angel and reader having one of those moments that melt your heart.

you and me against the world. this is based on after ez was put in jail. reader and angel meet again and it's extra fluffy too.

the proposition. i forgot about this one lol this is a series of three chapters and i really love it.

canche (and bishop):

two roads. in this one, reader (bishop's daughter) and canche are secretly dating until bishop discovers it. angst and fluff as fuck.

che taza romero:

lose to win. this shit is painful as fuck and it's my favorite fic. taza is dealing with Riz's death and he basically puts it on reader by giving her the silent treatment. it's writing in first person, because i wanted to give my point of view. i cry just at the thought of it.

like mother like daughter. in this one, Taza and reader's daughter is the protagonist. the one-year-old baby is really close to her dad to the point she can't live without him. this is fucking fluff to the highest level.

ezekiel reyes:

and when she looks at me i swear i can't breathe. same here, ezekiel losing his ass for his newborn daughter.

twenty one seconds. smut. ezekiel can't have any kind of sexual relationship with reader, and she thinks he wants to break up. but you know, happy ending. *wink wink*

gilly lopez:

should i try? this is a series of five chapters. just... read it. probably it will have a lot of grammar mistakes because it was one of the first things i posted here but fuck that, i'm proud of this shit.

hank tranq loza:

a drabble. clingiest fucking moment between tranq and reader. bishop almost throws his stomach out.

johnny coco cruz:

2+1 means family. coco introducing leti to reader. really beautiful.

just one night. this is a series of three chapters. angst as fuck with a happy ending.

why are you crying? same here, angst as fuck but with a happy ending. reader has been in love with coco since ever and one day he appears with his new girlfriend. just another bitch.

leticia cruz:

a family thing. reader defending leti. that's it. that's all. cute as hell.

marcus alvarez:

cosas de niños. fluff as fuck, just read it and enjoy it.

home, sweet home. domestic marcus attending his fam.

MICHAEL RIZ ARIZA. YOU HAVE TO READ EVERY SINGLE WORK I HAVE WRITTEN FOR HIM BECAUSE I SAY SO. YOU HEAR ME????? But you can start with keeping up with the arizas.

miguel galindo:

sorry doesn't fix everything. reader is his daughter and this shit is gonna break your heart, i'm not sorry, there's no happy ending here.

neron creeper vargas:

just one second. smut. reader is a firefighter and gets hurt. it was my first writing for him and i'm really proud. big chicago fire vibes here.

nestor oceteva:

i need you more. reader is his daughter and you know, nestor works too much and reader just wants to call his attention.

obispo bishop losa:

partner in crime. the before and after of being el presidente.

el rey de los mayas. i wrote this one yesterday???? based on season three. reader is the fucking queen.

texts. this is a series of four short chapters. sweet and really funny. i love it.

oscar ‘el oso’ ramos:

i've got my ticket and i'm gonna go home. this is a little painful because reader is pregnant of oscar and he has to hide her in santo padre from the dea. and they're separated for a long, long time. but it has a happy ending.

special editions with all of them:

mayans mc x reader. this masterlist contains drabbles with different plots and all of them. my favorite is the first day of school, not gonna lie.

how they would react to: part one and part two.

halloween week.

headcanons week.

november of drabbles.

random scenes.

i've been a whole fucking hour creating this post, i hope it helps you 😂

[gins-potter]

WIP Hoarders

19, 25, 26, 27, 32, 33, 34

19- Do you still use the words ‘lemon’ or ‘lime’?

lmaoooooooo nah can't say i do

25- Oneshots or multi-chapter?

mostly one-shots but i do have a couple multi-chap wips floating around for when i have a bit more time to work on them

26- Google docs, word doc, or neither?

google docs mostly, but starting to transition to scrivener

27- Hardest wip you’ve written?

hmmmm idk about hardest, like i said i tend to let fics germinate in the background if i'm struggling with them, but i literally had no idea what to write for the latest romitri drabble until the discord fam gave me an idea.

32- Without counting, how many wips do you think you have?

oh i'd say easily 50

33- Write a 1 paragraph wip and post it

Rose rolled her eyes half-heartedly but her smile widened. “Please,” she scoffed. “You and I both know I could do this blindfolded. Hell, maybe I will.” She threw him a suggestive look despite their audience and practically purred, “And maybe I’ll let you take it off for me later.”

34- How many prompts are in your inbox right now?

oh god i'm totally gonna expose myself here, but i have ten (whoops sorry guys)

send me an ask about my WIPs

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

When I've heard your lab is doing bad, I just had to jump in and try to make you smile for a second. Dogs deserve so much more than this crucial world! All best wishes and get well soons go out to your dog and your fam (I'm sorry, this probably sounds wrong, but I'm not an English native speaker so I hope you still get what I mean...?)

Plus! Your work is absolutely amazing! Whenever I go to tumblr, you've always posted something new that's right on my feed. And even when I'm not in the mood for TWD, I always stop to read your drabbles.

I know sometimes authors struggle with their real life and that writing can be a coping mechanismus, but sometimes that's not enough. Just know your work's appreciated here and definetly makes my day every now and then!

aww you're so sweet to send me this message, hun! thank you! <3 I appreciate you so much, and never apologize for your English! You're doing amazing! Writing can definitely be a great form of escapism, but it's also a creative process. Stress immediately squashes creativity, so it can be hard to escape by creating when things are rough! Luckily, Aldo is doing better today! I'm hopeful he'll keep trending up!

[mynameseri]

Writing Commissions

Hey lovelies! I decided to finally open writing commissions! I wanted to keep this as simple as possible, so if you’re at all interested keep reading & DM me if you’d like to commission me. 

**Commissions get priority over anything in my ask box, so if there’s something you’d like in a timely manner this is your way to get it fast tracked. 

All payment is upfront through PayPal only and the prices are USD.

**I’m open to art & writing trades with mutuals pls just DM me

Rules

Mostly the same as apply in my general writing rules with a few exceptions to content (will be listed right below this)

I will write reader x character, oc x character, character x character, poly pairings

I will write for all the characters in the shows I write for but only platonically for my F/Os (sorry not sorry).

I will write Yandere

Once I start writing, I won’t be doing refunds. 

Types of Commissions: 1. Drabbles - Longer Fics: $5 for every 500 words

You choose the character and prompt/idea and a ballpark of how many words you’re looking for (for example: if you want about 500 words that’s $5. It could end up being a little longer than 500 but still less than 1k words.) I will want certain info: your name, pronouns, basic info about you related to the prompt, your relationship to the character. Be as specific as you’d like with the details you send over to me. I will probably have follow up questions to ensure you’re getting exactly what you’re looking for to make it perfect for you! 

2. Song Fics: $10 (1-1.5k words)

You choose the song and character(s) and the prompt/idea you have in mind for fic. The range is 1-1.5k words, if you’re looking for something longer just ask. The price would be $5 for every 500 words over. I will want certain info: your name, pronouns, basic info about you related to the prompt, your relationship to the character. Be as specific as you’d like with the details you send over to me. I will probably have follow up questions to ensure you’re getting exactly what you’re looking for to make it perfect for you! 

--

Since commissions take priority to me, they will have a 1-2 week timeframe. If I foresee it taking longer than that (usually if I have a busier week at work or a trip to see my fam), I will let you know beforehand.

If you have any questions feel free to shoot me an ask or a DM! 

[xxx-cat-xxx]

Ultimate Tony Whump Rec List

This is for the anon who asked for a master rec list of physical and emotional whump fics for Tony! Sorry that it took so long.

But now―sorted by author, type of whump, pairing/other important characters―I present you with the ultimate list of Cat’s favourite Tony whump fics. Listed in no particular order. Enjoy!!!! 

InfluentialPineapple

How to repair a broken heart (Every type of whump you can imagine, Irondad)

To the Fourth Degree (Rape, Team)

@trammelsb​

Dark Memories (Child Abuse, Science Bros, Whole team)

All I've Got (PTSD, Science Bros)

MillyVeil

One Hell of a Show (Kidnapping and torture, Clint)

Twenty-Two Miles (Volcano Eruption, Clint)

thegraytigress 

Resistance (Torture and more, Stony)

OfMonstersAndMe

She’s my Ride Home (Infected Wound and emotional whump, Nebula)

Veldeia 

450 Feet Under (Trapped in a cave, Team)

The Bioses Series (Hypothermia, heatstroke, Team)

Presenteeism (Meningitis, Team and Stony)

@builder051

See all his Tony whump fics here: https://builder051.tumblr.com/ironmanfics

Ranni

Strong Enough (Kidnapped, Pneumonia, Steve and Clint)

Beloved Companion (Kidnapped, Bruce and Clint)

Wishing Star (Kidnapped, Emotional Whump, Clint)

Everyone Goes Five Over (Kidnapped, Torture, Clint)

Backward by Sixes  (Kidnapped, Torture, Clint)

Monsters (Attacked by aliens, Clint and Bruce)

@whumphoarder and @awesomesockes

Five Times Bruce is Not That Kind of Doctor™ + One Time He’s Perfect For the Job (Arc reactor issues, Bruce)

Down to the Wire (Jaw surgery + Stomach flu, Steve)

Desperate Times (Painkiller OD, Bruce)

Disaster Christmas: an Avengers Team 5+1 (Injured Back, Team)

Sweet 50 (Injured Back, Team)

The After Party (Migraine + Rash + Food Poisoning, Rhodey)

Lemon Eyes, All Mine (PTSD, Morgan)

Too Much Fun (Drug OD, Happy)

@taylortut

Break the Frayed-End Pieces (Sick and kidnapped, Bucky)

Migraine (Migraine, Team)

I Can Taste My Heartbeat (Coffee OD, Rhodey)

Favor (Flu, Clint)

The Gala (Bronchitis, Team)

Urgent Meeting (Flu, Peter)

(And many more)

sahiya

Wild Horses Couldn't  (Appendicitis, Stuckony)

The Minor Fall, the Major Lift (Emotional Whump, Migraine, Bruce and Rhodey)

Head Above Water (Flu, Iron Fam)

Tensile Strength  (Flu, Irondad)

Me through Him to You (Flu, Stuckony)

Five Times Peter and Steve Conspired to Take Care of Tony (Migraine, Pneumonia, Stony and Irondad)

Bed of Nails (Flu and Emotional Whump, Stuckony)

Wash Away (Exhaustion, Stony/Science Bros)

A Love Story in Five Panic Attacks (Panic attack, Stony)

Better Days (Flu, Steve and Bucky)

@twentyghosts

Getting Better All The Time (Migraine, Science Bros)

Cold, Comfort (Cold, Science Bros and Irondad)

Unmasked (Food Poisoning, Science Bros)

Bruce & Goose's Truce (Coming back from space, Science Bros)

TinyFuryCloud 

nimentia (Alzheimer’s, Stony)

romanoff

Hubris (Kidnapping, Torture, Stony)

somno (Concussion, Stony, Team)

Hinder (Rape, Stony)

Slumber. (Sleep Deprivation, Stony)

Blue Lips, Blue Veins (Everything, Stony eventually)

Tourniquet  (Infected Wound, Amputation, Stony)

take your time (Panic, Team)

(and many more)

@darkestsight​

Just a rather very intelligent system (Various, JARVIS)

ratherastory

Pressure Point (Migraine, Steve)

@saber-wing

Home (Monster bite, Team, Stony),

Breathe (Panic, Stony)

Misery Loves Company (Flu, Stony)

Stay (Pneumonia, Stony)

Lifeline (Allergy, Stony)

The Way You Love Me (Migraine, Stony)

(and many more)

whimsicalethnographies

Bust a gut, Tones (Appendicitis, Team, Irondad, only works if you’re logged in)

An Unwanted Christmas Gift (Norovirus, Iron Fam)

@msermesth 

Fool’s Luck (Suicidal thoughts tw, emotional whump, Stony)

@blancheludis

don’t let the blue skies fade (Hurt on a mission, Stony and Team)

think of heaven while you run (Kidnapped, Stony)

@mohini-musing

Mohini´s prompt fill for Nov(emeto)ber 5 (Flu, Bucky)

Captain_Pandamore

Buddy System (Drugged, Stony)

braindelete

Five Days; Still Breathing (Alcohol Withdrawal, Henry Hellrung)

Four Times Tony Puked on Steve and One Time He Didn't (Stony)

TheSopherfly

What Happens in Moscow (Post-kidnapping, WinterIron)

@jelly-pies​

Sleepless (PTSD, Pepperony)

MountainRose

Arc Tremors (Arc reactor Issues, Team)

Getting Better is a Process (Cold, PTSD, Team)

Keep Me Warm At Night (Snowed in, Stony)

A Fixed Point (Concussion, Stony)

@iron--spider​

broken heart syndrome (Heart Attack, Irondad)

@sallyidss​

Well, Just You Wait (Food Poisoning, Natasha)

Cleothare

A Headache of a Different Kind (Migraine, Clint)

Red_Tigress

Added Tension (PTSD, Team)

Ijustwannaread

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (Flu, Team)

everythingispoetry

Blood sugar (Diabetes, Team)

tictocficsoc

Aftershock (Rape, emotional whump, Team)

xaritomene

Blow Out (Stuck in a cave and injured, Team)

TheOceanIsMyInkwell 

Sleeping As I Walk (PTSD, Irondad)

@tiamal

Migraines suck 2.0 (Migraine, Natasha)

@musicalluna

Fly No More (Injury, Ho Yinsen)

Not What I Meant to Do (Injury, Team)

ancalime8301

Amend (Heart Issues and emotional whump, Team) 

HepG2

Perspectives (Injury, Steve)

Lost (Injury and infection, Nebula)

@withstarryeyes​

You won’t go lonely

This drabble

@xxx-cat-xxx​

I have written like 30-40 Tony whump fics, so here they are all listed: https://xxx-cat-xxx.tumblr.com/myfics

[honestsycrets]

A Cat Called Creamsicle | [ Ivar x Reader ]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader [ modern ]

❛ type | drabble, creamsicle square for @mzliterarydreamer​

❛ summary | a cat and a box of ice cream. 

❛  tags | bad employees (this is a thing for me okay), mention of death, mention of ashes, wheelchair use, referenced homeaid, pets.

He looks at them every time he passes into the room, running his hand over his mother’s dark stained wood. His mother’s canopy bed is sadly cold although he can still smell her perfume, wafting thin and light, and god he misses being able to climb into her bed and listen to her string him a story of the old gods.

She’s gone now.

“Ivar?” His watch alerts him to the door jangling, swinging open downstairs with a harsh slam. He would have jumped if he hadn’t known it to be his home nurse. Mother’s inheritance assured he’d live plush and comfortably. With the stipulation that-- of course, a home aide came to check on him every day.

“I’m coming.”

Once he makes his way down the stairs, he realizes that there’s something different this time. You stand with a small kennel under your arm, clicking the small suitcase you’ve rolled in. “What is this?” he asks.

“Creamsicle!”

Cream...sicle. You set the kennel down and unlock it, reaching in to pull out, what is a small orange tabby cat. His chest plumes white, like some arrogant little fluff ball. Ivar draws back the wheels of his wheelchair to get a better look at what kind of flea-bitten mongrel you had brought over. The cat is just as bewildered, stiff like a board, and glancing around for a way out. He’d ask why the hell you brought it over if he didn’t already have a sneaking suspicion on what the hell was going on.

“It’s… a cat.”

“I’m glad you’ve noticed.”

“Why did you bring me a cat?” He presses as if he hadn’t known why. You’ve always been a vocal woman about the need for Ivar to have more playmates than just his mother. Now that she was gone, he didn’t know who to socialize with. You bend down, peeling him away from the floor to clasp on a collar. With a bowtie bell.

God.

“Well, Mr. Lothbrok--”

“Lothbrok was my father,” he barks. He knows how you like to tease-- just because you weren’t familiar with his culture and were more acquainted with his fancy-ass company name. “Ivar Ragnarsson,” you correct. “You’re in desperate need of company.”

He’d argue if it weren’t so damn true.

“And a cat fixes that how?”

You sit on the ground beside his finicky fucking cat, rubbing your palm over his orange ringed tail as the cat hops over your scratchy baby blue scrubs. “It’s company for my off days.”

Ha, Ivar thinks. It’s a shit piece of company for an even shittier principle.

Most men his age were out, running, drinking-- and instead, he was here in his mother’s obsequiously big house, trying to make every room a little less lonely. It wasn’t working. Maybe you noticed that, too. The way he moved like some robotic wraith seeking to make himself feel better. Perhaps at the cost of his mental state which-- according to unhappy Mr. Clipboard on your suitcase said, he was miserable.

The cat seems intimidated by him. Anytime he wheels remotely the wrong way, the thing bolts like a rocket. “Get out of there,” you motion to his wheelchair. “No wonder he’s scared, you’re bulldozing him.”

With a long dragging sigh he pulls himself onto the cool tile floors. “There.” He raises his hands up, then down, slapping his thighs. “See, it still doesn’t fucking like me.”

You reach out, chasing his large hands out, and brush him as if you’re a grown woman teaching a small child to pet a cat. “You have to treat him nicely,” you whisper, and it sends chills all the way down, chasing his worries… away. Annoyingly far away.

It’s funny how touch can do that.

“Do you have to do that?”

You pull your hands away from his palm, clearing your throat a bit as you rustle in your things. Ironically, you pull out a box of those American treats you’re such a fan of. He spots the yellow box as the car finally seems to meld into his palm.

“You didn’t--” his smile begins to peak. You withdrawal a cool bar, popping it out of its bag with the smallest motion. “One for you,” you hand it over to him. “One for me.”

Somehow, he’s here on the floor eating orange creamsicles with his nurse and a newfound cat, not at all sure how he’s gotten there. “You’re in this deep?” he finds himself asking, unable to tear himself from the realization that you’re watching him suckle the cool treat. Unlike your other coworkers, it wasn’t as if you had anyone else to visit. Ivar was the only patient you had day in and out. He likes it that way-- the thought of you caring for someone else-- when this is so intimate? No.

“Looks like it.”

“Isn’t that against your job description?”

“Maybe if you wanted me.” There’s a silence in which Ivar debates that very fact. Then, as he comes to his conclusion that he can’t argue, you lean over to him. He feels the coolness wafting off your lips. “I put my two-week notice in.”

Ivar leans forward, smashing his cold lips against yours and nearly squishing poor creamsicle in the process. The cat leaps away. Ivar’s firm hand holds you in place against his mouth, and he never really needed to, because your hands have found the soft fabric of his shirt, kissing him with bruising, needy quality.

“Ivar--” you mutter. His tongue prods your lower lip before taking a hearty nip at it, and you squeak, dragging your face away. “--fuck!”

“Sorry,” he says as he pulls back. You shake your head, suckling the rivulets of cream running down your wrist. He watches in discomfort as you suckle it dry and finish your frozen treat off. “My ice cream was melting.”

“Can we go upstairs?” he asks, pink-cheeked. You stand upright, picking up the box full of creamsicle treats. If you went up there you already knew what would happen-- but Ivar’s excitement was too much to bear. You start toward the kitchen, flicking your head to motion him to get his ass up there. He fumbles into his wheelchair as you put the ice cream away, then start the journey up the stairs.

“You owe me dinner later, Mr. Ragnarsson.”

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Mkay, I'm hesitantly giving the whole twitter thing a try. Expect most of my posting to be done here, including asks, drabbles and doodles, but I'll be figuring out stuff over here too. If folks are hoping for an NSFW account, sorry fam, still not my jam. ^_- You'll have to settle for suggestive poses and the occasional steamy fade to black scene. Heh. ANYWAY, I might have some other plans in the works as we're reaching another milestone here. So keep your eyes open. And thank you all for your support.