#the final product says 'I ❤️ MOM'

[f1daydreamers]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re a tease, asking for things you supposedly already have. Trent catches on... eventually.

A/N: This is my first social media AU so bear with me if it absolutely sucks, also my first time writing for Trent so a bunch of firsts going on today. Enjoy!

Warnings: not much, just a lot of fluff and shite captions lol

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trentarnold66

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Masterlist

[mylucayathoughts]

Little moments that I love in Red White and Royal Blue. PART 3.

This man right here invented hearteyes I-

Like... did you see him in this scene? You simply cannot script something like this, you just can't. Yeah you can write things like "Alex watched Henry lovingly as he played the piano" but it isn't good enough, is it? His look here is kind and loving and soft and attentive and admiring and I could go on and on. Henry is so lucky to be on the receiving end of this 😩😍

Oh and don't miss Henry's reaction to this tho

You can't tell me he didn't feel the butterflies 🦋🦋😏 l mean, look at that shy smile 😍

And then they both start giggling. I love how grim Henry was like a moment ago (crumbling on the stairs) but now he is just happy to be with Alex, like the weight of all the dark things he was carrying within himself have been lifted. Just like that.

These two are so cute in the piano scene that I feel giddy everytime I see them 😩😍 no matter how many times I watch the scene

But wait, there are more from here. The "heyy they still love you" and the hand on shoulder. And to think they shot this during reshoots 😩🤧 they truly are chemistry professors.

It doesn't even look like there is a 4/5 months gap (they wrapped production in August 2022 and did reshoots in January 2023) between this shot and the previous one.

Henry looking at his boyfriend and saying "your speech was beautiful" 😍

I love how relaxed Henry looks with Alex around even though they are still unsure of what the future holds. And Taylor's currlss 😍 I'd look at him the same way.

I know this doesn't get talked about much but I think Taylor's acting was brilliant here. Alex was so worried, so stressed, so afraid he cost his mum her election (the first US female president ever), you can tell how much this means to him. His "I'll breathe when we win" 😭

Then he sees the graphics on the news and goes to check on his mom only to find her working on her concession speech and he feels even worse

he immediately calls Henry to be with him. We get another loving hug. Alex truly looks like he is so so happy to have Henry by his side. He looks like he is finally breathing 🥺 like nothing else matters as long as they are together

And then Ellen is elected for a second time (by winning Texas) and we get this moment 🤧 and Ellen's "thank you" ❤️

Here's another scene done during reshoots. How do they make looking at each other so couple-y. Look at Henry here, like he knows Alex, he just knows what Alex is thinking. He is like "I see you babe, I hear you, no matter what I will be with you" without even uttering a word lmao what even

Look at them, they are so married 🤧

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[captainlunaxmen]

Eyes

Bill Weasley x Fem!reader

This was a request, not for me, but I got permission to write it so... here it is.

The request: Hi! Can I request some Bill Weasley

x reader with prompts:

'If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's

you."

"The closest thing to love at first sight l've

ever experienced happened when I first laid

eyes on you.

Where reader is best friends with

the twins so they invite her to

spend the summer at the Burrow.

Bill is also there and when they met

he's instantly attracted to her, they

spend time together and he starts

to fall for her but he doesn't think

reader would like him because of

the scars, but obviously with fluffy

ending, please? Thanks!

I changed it just a little to fit. Hope the anon who asked this will read it and will like it.❤️❤️

I always loved it when the twins invited me over, whether it was for Christmas or summer.

It always feels like home.

When I was not at Hogwarts, I lived in an orphanage, so experiencing the Wealseys, experiencing a family, definitely felt good.

Maybe this is why they invite me so often, and I'm grateful for that. I usually spend time with Arthur, explaining the muggle world to him, or with the twins and their siblings playing Quidditch, or helping Molly cooking. Which is exactly what I'm doing now.

"Yes, exactly dear. Then you fold it towards you carefully." She instructs me as I knead the dough for the pie.

"Are you done stealing our friend, mom?" One of the twins asks as they both enter the kitchen, and I notice Molly playfully rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, mom, she is our friend." George agrees with his brother.

"She didn't steal me!" I defend, "I asked if I could help her."

"You don't need to do that." Fred tells me.

"Yeah, she already loves you." George adds, "probably more than she loves us."

"Oh shut up, you two." Molly laughs, waving them off.

"See? She is not denying it!" George feigns offence.

"I'm just spending time with my favourite assistant." Molly explains.

I smile at her as I finally finish my own pie.

"You're done." Fred notices, "C'mon, let's go."

"Why?" I ask, wiping my hands on a towel.

"You're our partner."

"And we have business to discuss."

I roll my eyes and look at Molly with an apologetic smile.

"Don't worry, dear. Humour them." She laughs again with that sweet motherly smile that always warms my heart.

"I'll come back later." I tell her.

I have no idea how I, mostly quiet and reserved, got friends with the loudest people at Hogwarts. But it happened, and now I basically help them run their shop in Diagon Alley.

Now, more than ever, I want to help them keep the shop open I this hard and dark time... that, after Dumbledore's death, will probably get worse.

I follow the twins to their room.

I take my seat next to Fred on his bed, and George sits on his.

"So... what was so urgent?" I ask.

"Oh nothing," Fred smiles proudly.

"I hate you." I say.

"You love us." George chimes in, "but we wanted to discuss the new products."

"Alright, alright. " I chuckle.

So we start to discuss what kind of things to start selling, at what price, how to organise the shelf and stands.

A good hour and a half, or a bit more, passes because Molly calls everyone down for dinner.

Finally, I'd say, I'm starving... especially for Molly's cooking.

"About time!" Fred exclaims.

"I'm starving!" George voices loudly, too.

"Same." I groan, following them down.

As we get down, I see the other Weasleys gathering around the table.

There's a new face, though, someone I've never seen before.

"Oh, look who finally decided to join us!" Fred says in his usual teasing tone.

"He's the missing one." George tells me, "you can finally say you've met the whole family."

"Uh?"

"Bill!" George calls the tall man.

"Hi, George." The guy names Bill turns to George with a playfully annoyed face, and I notice an earring with a fang dangling from his ear.

"Meet our friend." Fred chimes in, "she met everyone except you... and we've been friends for years and years and years and years -"

"I get it, Freddie, thanks." Bill laughs.

"Come, Y/n." George calls.

As soon as his brown eyes meet mine, he freezes, I see him opening and closing his mouth without letting out a sound.

I'm quite confused.

"Hi." I gently wave at him, "I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you."

I extend my hand towards him, and he watches it for a moment before taking it and shaking it.

"Likewise, I'm William... but, of course, you can call me Bill." He says, a little flustered.

"I like the earring." I tell him to maybe make him feel more at ease.

"Oh," he laughs, "Thank you. See, mom? It's appreciated."

"I give up." I hear Molly saying.

I stop for a second, noticing just now the scars on his face, and I wonder how he got them.

He notices me looking at them and quickly turns his head.

"Well, it was really nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope to see you around." He says before taking a seat at the table.

"Yeah, me too." I say quietly, sitting next to George.

I hope I didn't offend him...

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I sit outside, enjoying the early breeze, and I read a book. These moments are my favourite. After all these years, the Wealsey silently adopted me basically, which means I do have a family. But the first times I was invited, I would just sit here in the quiet of the mornings and pretend I belong here.

"I thought I was the only early riser." A chuckle snaps me out of my thoughts, Bill closes the door and wraps a small blanket around himself against the early cold.

"You thought wrong." I smile at him and move a little aside to let him sit.

"Aren't you cold?" He asks, sitting down.

"I'm fine, thank you." I say, I see him giving me a sceptical look and putting half of the blanket around me too.

"Sure." He says, and I laugh.

We stay in a comfortable silence for a while before he speaks up.

"Egypt?" He asks.

"Uh?" I turn to him, and he motion to my book, "Oh. Yeah, I always find it so fascinating, for some reason."

"It really is." He agrees, "I got the chance to explore it because of my job, and I have to say it deserves the appeal."

"Really? What kind of job?" I ask, genuinely curious. The twins never talk a lot about their siblings.

"Curse-breaker." He says with a shy smile.

"Oh wow..." I sigh, "that's really cool."

"Is it?" He laughs.

"Yes!" I reply, surprised he doesn't agree, "you don't like it?"

"No, no, it's not that." He says, "most thinks it's pretentious."

"Nah, don't listen to them. They must be idiots." I tell him.

"Fred and George mostly." He adds.

"Doesn't make my statement false." I kid, and he laughs.

"I can see why they like you so much." He chuckles.

"I wasn't like this when I first met them..." I start, "so I really don't understand why they wanted to be my friends in the first place."

"Like what? Funny?" He asks, "or cute?" He adds so quietly I could barely hear it.

"Uhm... I... I don't know..." I stutter out.

"Sorry... sorry, I didn't mean to... it just came out... I'm sorry." He shakes his head, "Uhm... but tell me... uh, how did you meet the two idiots?"

"Well..." I clear my throat, smiling shyly at him, "they kind of bumped into me... while running from Filch."

"Yeah... I can definitely see that." He laughs again, I'm glad he doesn't feel so awkward anymore.

"Then... I kind of helped them hide." I say.

"Well, now I'm surprised." He teases sweetly, making me feel warm inside... it's a new sensation and... weird, but in a good way.

"Yep." I chuckle, "later that week they found me in the library and just... wanted to thank me, so they just stuck around, and now we're here."

"Thankfully." He says, and I look up at him, "Uhm..." he quickly averts his eyes, "I mean, everyone seems to love you so much... and I'm sure mom's happy she gained another daughter."

"Well," I let out a small laugh, "I gained a mother so... it's a win-win situation."

He looks back at me, a confused smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I live... well, lived in an orphanage... so no parents." I tell him with a shrug.

"Oh..." he softly sighs.

"Oh, please, no. I'm sorry... don't feel bad." I softly laugh to let him know it's not a big deal, "yeah, it was harder when I was younger, but now... now I'm fine. Really. Your family welcomed me with open arms. Wide open arms, actually."

I see him smiling, thankfully. The last thing I wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable... again.

"I'm glad they managed to make you feel at home, then." He says, "among the caos, I mean."

"Oh, trust me, the caos is part of the charm." I gently nudges his shoulder.

"Yeah, I have to agree." He nods, "when I spend so much time away, I do miss this caothic environment."

"I bet."

I look up at him, finding him already looking to me. His eyes are even more beautiful up close. As we start to naturally lean in towards each other, Molly's voice breaks the silence.

"Stop testing your products in my kitchen!" She yells to Fred and George... for sure.

Bill and I move away from each other. I clear my throat with an awkward chuckle and stand up.

"I should... I should probably help the twins with their things... so they won't burn the whole house down." I say.

"Yeah... of course." He avoids my eyes as he nods.

"I'll see you." I gently say and he nods once again so I just get back inside.

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Later in the day more members of the Order arrive, with the intention of discussing the plan of moving Harry from his muggle house to the Wealsey's.

"That's the plan." Lupin says, once Moody stopped explaining the plan of having people drinking polyjuice potion to turn into Harry and confuse any deatheater in case there would be an attack.

"Sounds like fun." George comments.

"We're not asking you to participate, so if any of you isn't sure about it, can back down." Lupin explains with a heavy heart, "only whoever volunteers will drink the potion. And only if you're of age."

Everyone looks at each other, I catch eyes with the twins, I nod at them and they stand up.

"We're in." They say in unison.

"Me too." I stand, too.

"Of course we are too." Hermione says gesturing towards herself and Ron who nods.

I unconsciously search Bill's eyes across the room. He meets my gaze and I notice something in his look, he's worried. Of course he is... three of his brothers just volunteer for a very risky mission, but the way he looks at me with those brown eyes...

I mouth 'it's gonna be okay' and he nods, subtly, but his worried look remains.

"Mundungus too." Moody says, interrupting our silent conversation, and Fletcher just nods defeated.

"Let's pair up." Lupin claps his hands. "Each 'Potter' will be assigned to a protector."

"How would we do that?" I ask, curiosity taking the best of me.

"Using same old pieces of papers with names on." He smiles shrugging, "Everyone, write your name down."

"I want to be the one to bring Harry here. The real one." Hagrid chimes in, "it fair."

Lupin nods, he then takes two bowls, gently offered by Mrs Weasley.

"Here the Harrys," he brings up the bowl in his left hand, "and here the protectors." He lifts the one in the right one.

We all do as he instructed.

He then sits down and starts taking out names.

Each one is assigned and only four people are left.

"Hermione, you'll be assigned to... Kingslay." Remus announces.

I see Kingslay sending Hermione a reassuring nod and she gives one back.

"So that leaves Y/n and... oh, Bill." Lupin says.

"Okay, everyone knows their places, right? We're leaving in an hour." Moody announces, sternly.

Everyone scatter around to get ready, so I take the opportunity to just step outside and take a big breath.

I'm not sure how I got tangled in this whole magic war, but I'm glad I did... even though it's scary.

"Are you okay?" I hear Bill's voice getting closer.

"Yeah, of course." I nod.

"You don't have to do it, you know?" He tells me.

"I know." I smile at him, "I'm not gonna lie, I'm scared, so scared I'm surprised I can still move."

He softly laughs.

"You're really brave." He then tells me.

"I'm no braver then the others," I reply, shrugging.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, I think." He nudges my shoulder.

"Thank you." I say softly, "I'm glad I got paired up with you."

"Me too. I promise to bring you home safe and sound."

"I promise too."

His soft smile makes me almost melt, if it wasn't for the cold breeze, it makes me feel safe, feels like home.

"Did the Twins warn you about the wedding?" He then asks.

"Charlie's? Yes, they did." I nod, "I think... is there something I should know?"

"No, well... if you can, try to avoid aunt Muriel." He whispers, as if he's afraid she might be here to hear it.

"I'll just stick to your side, then, you're my protector after all." I kid and I see his face getting a bit red.

"Well.. uh... of course." He stutters, "I'd rather fight deatheaters than deal with her anyway."

I genuinely laugh, unconsciously I lean my head on his shoulder and I feel him tense.

"Sorry." I say and straighten up.

I just look up at him and he does the same.

"No worries," he swallows.

He seems nervous, but not uncomfortable.

I don't know why I feel this pull towards him everytime we talk, but it's a nice feeling. I just hope I'm not making him uneasy or anything.

I catch his eyes looking down at my lips and mine falls to his.

Suddenly, he moves back, bringing a hand up to cover his scars, I can't help but look at him confused.

"Sorry," he lets out a nervous chuckle and stands, "I..."

He doesn't say anything more and just gets back inside, leaving me dumbfounded.

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The clouds don't help spotting the bunch of deatheaters chasing us, I try to keep as many eyes out as I can, so I can help Bill who also has to guide the thestral.

Suddenly, I spot three hooded figures flying towards us.

"There are three coming!" I warn Bill.

I cast spells like never before, trying to stop them from coming any closer.

Some deatheater manages to hit me, luckily it's nothing major, but I let out a scream nonetheless.

"Are you okay?" Bill asks, blindly reaching behind him to check on me.

"Yes, don't worry."

I look around, and I can vaguely see Madeye and Mundungus far from us.

I stare at them, ready to interfere in case they need it, when I see a dark figure appearing...

"Shit!" I exclaim.

"What?"

"He's here." I say.

"Fuck! Hold onto me." He says before turning the thestral around abruptly, but something catches my eyes.

"Wait!" I tell him.

"What's wrong?" He asks, breathless.

"Madeye he-" I start, but get interrupted by one more deatheater flying to us.

I got to cast one last spell to take down the last enemy I can see, before Bill starts to bring us down... ready to reach the portkey.

"What did you say?" Bill asks again, reaching behind again to be sure I'm still here.

"Madeye, I saw him falling from his broom." I tell him, tears already forming in my eyes.

"What? How?"

"I think, Mundungus tried to get away as soon as he saw him appearing... Madeye tried to keep him from going anywhere, but... you-know-who killed him." I say, trying to keep my breath as steady as I can, "I say a green light..."

"Ssh, sshh, it's okay." He tries to calm me down as we arrive to the portkey.

"I'm sorry.." I mutter.

"About what?" He asks, sadly turning to face me, "it wasn't your fault, you know?"

"What if I warned you earlier? What if I..." I lower my eyes to my hands.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he says, and I do, "it was no one's fault. We couldn't know."

"Yeah..."

He gently takes one of my hands and caress it gently.

"He wouldn't want you to cry for him, right?" He says, smiling in hope to make me smile too.

"He would probably scold me for it." I let out a weak laugh.

"Exactly." He kisses the back of my hand and then rides towards the portkey, that teleports us in front of the Burrow.

We see almost everyone else already here.

I can see Remus and Tonks close to each other, Harry, Ron and Hermione too. I spot Kingslay, I think I can see Hagrid inside, but there's something wrong.

I can't see Mr Weasley or Fred, maybe they're just not here yet... but Remus is here, so... where's George?

I get down from the magical horse and run into the house, as I do I lock eyes with Remus' guilty expression and I just run faster.

I rush into the house and spot Molly caressing George's hair, as I get close I notice the blood on him.

"George..?" I weakly call and Molly turns to me, she sends a sad smile towards me and I kneel in front of the sofa to take a better look at George.

"George." I call again.

"He's alive, dear... just a dark spell..." she reassures me.

"How?" I shakily ask, more to George than Molly.

I hear fast footsteps rushing in too and Fred is just beside me. This makes me feel so much better.

They're both still alive.

"How are feeling, Georgie?" Fred asks his twin.

George slowly open and closes his mouth before speaking.

"Saintlike..." he says, and I let out a relieved laugh, "I'm holey, I'm holey, Fred. You get it?"

"With the whole wide world of ear-related humour, you go for 'I'm holey'. Pathetic." Fred teases back, I notice he says this finally letting his shoulder relax.

"Well, Y/n still finds me the most handsome of the pair, I reckon." He subtly winks in my direction.

"I'm letting this one slide because you're hurt. And clearly brain damaged, if you make that joke of all you could choose from." I chuckle moving my hand out to caress his.

I notice now that everyone has gotten inside, i spot Bill's tense, yet relieved expression.

"Madeye is dead." He says and everybody looks at him.

"You-know-who killed him." I say. "Mundungus disappeared and he was caught off guard... I think."

I sense George's and Fred's hands on mine, for comfort and solidarity.

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A wedding sounds absurd considering the times we're living, yet it seems exactly what we need.

A knock on the door catches my attention.

"Yes?"

"Are you decent?" Fred's teasing voice calls from the other side.

"Sure." I laugh and he comes in.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yap." I say, turning to look at him, "oh, look at you, never seen you so cleaned up."

"I take offence in that." He feigns hurt, "take it back."

"Oh, you know you're always so stylish." I stick my tongue out to him.

"That's what I thought." He winks, "I'm the most handsome of the pair."

"Sure." I laugh and sit on the bed to put on my shoes. "Is everything ready downstairs?"

"Yap, all guests are here. The party is ready to begin." He declares.

"Nice." I nod.

"Are you okay?" He asks, I can hear a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yeah."

"C'mon," he says sitting next to me, "tell Freddie what's bothering you."

"It's nothing, Fred, really." I try to divert the subject.

"You don't fool me, young lady." He slightly glare at me.

I sigh.

"Plotting without me?" I look up to see George standing by the door, the bandages on his head as a reminder of the night before...

"We could never." I say.

"Our Y/n here has something on her mind." Fred is quick to say.

"I don't..." I say... not very convincing.

"Uh uh. Tell us." George sit on the other side of me.

"Do you think... uh... did I do something wrong to Bill?" I ask, quietly.

I can sense them sharing a look.

"Whatever do you mean, love?" George asks.

"It's just... sometimes it's like he wants to be anywhere else but near me... and maybe I did something to him... but I don't know what." I explain.

"Do you have a crush on our brother, L/n?" Fred asks teasingly.

"What? No, no... I just ... ugh!" I say laying back down on the bad covering my face with my arms. I hear them softly laughing.

"I'm sure you did nothing wrong." George says, "Bill's just... Bill."

"Yeah, whatever it is, I'm sure it has nothing to do with you. Stop worrying your pretty little head." Fred nudges me.

I nod, understanding, not entirely convinced, but I appreciate their effort.

"And..." George's teasing tone makes me glare at him, already knowing what he wants to say, "if you have a crush on him, we could help you..."

"I'm sure we really should be going, you know, plus I'll see if Molly need any help." I say standing up and quickly make my way downstairs.

As I rush down the stairs I bump into someone.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry." I say.

"No worries." Bill says and I instantly look up at him, feeling a little embarrassed since I've been talking about him with the twins a few minutes ago.

"Uh... sorry" I repeat, looking away.

"It's no problem. Really." He smiles at me.

"I... I was looking for... for you mother..." I stutter out, "to see if she needed any help."

"Oh she was just outside, still congratulating Charlie and... crying too." He lets out a soft chuckle and I do too.

"Then I'll go congratulate him too, didn't get the chance yet." I smile at him and start walking out, looking for Charlie and Mrs Weasley and I find them right outside the big tent.

"Hey," I say as I near them, "congratulations, Charlie."

"Aahh, Y/n! Thank you!" He says cheerfully, once I'm close enough he brings me in for a big hug, which I reciprocate.

"I'm so happy for you." I tell him, "she seems like a sweet person... or... better a patient one." I tease.

"Alright, that's it." He says letting me go, "you're spending too much time with the twins. I'm adopting you."

"That's my duty," Molly chimes in, linking arms with me.

"Exactly, Charlie, stop stealing your mother's job." I jokingly glare at him, he smiles at me and then his eyes move to something behind me. I turn around seeing Bill walking to us.

"Congratulations, mate." Bill hugs Charlie and pat his back.

"Aah thank you! I'm so happy." Charlie has the biggest smile on his face right now, and it fills me with joy.

"You deserve it. I've never seen you so in love." Bill says.

"Well, I just hope you will experience it too, mate." Charlie sighs, "it's really the best feeling."

I smile at his words, he really loves his family... everyone in this family loves each other so much, it makes me feel at peace.

"Yeah... I can tell." I hear Bill say, I notice Charlie looking at me with a weird look.

"I'm sure you do," he then adds.

"Oh! Charles!" A voice calls from behind us, an old lady is walking towards us.

Molly is gone immediately, and Bill gently takes my arm to lead me away.

"That's... aunt Muriel." He whispers to me.

"Oh..." I chuckle, "thanks."

"No problem, I am your protector." He tells me and we enter the tent.

"Oh wow.." I say, "it looks really good."

"Yeah, I think despite the situation, Charlie got a great wedding anyway. Which makes me very happy." He tells me, and I notice just now he's sort of caressing my arm with his fingers.

"Yeah... I... I think he deserves it. You know, this is how I always wanted my wedding to look like, if I'm being honest." I say, "that... if I ever got married, that is."

"What do you mean 'if'?"

"Well, to get married you would need to find someone you love and someone who loves you" I explain with a shrug and a heavy heart.

"I'm sure.... I'm sure, you will have no problem in that." He tells me.

"I'm not so sure." I say, shrugging.

We reach a table and we both sit down, and I go back at looking around.

"It really is beautiful." I breath, "you all did a great job."

I turn to look at Bill, once again, already finding him looking at me.

"I think anyone would be lucky to marry you." He softly says, and it takes me a little off guard that my cheeks suddenly feel warm and I look away from him.

The music suddenly starts and we both turn to look at Charlie and his wife dancing for the first time as husband and wife. It's such a happy moment I don't want to miss one bit of it.

Soon enough more people join the happy couple and I too start to slightly move my feet to the rhythm. A hand is suddenly on top of mine, gaining my attention.

"Do you...do you want to d-dance?" Bill asks, stuttering a bit.

"Yes." I simply say.

We stand and walk towards the other people dancing, he carefully put his hands on my waist and I shyly put mine on his shoulders and we start moving with the music.

"This is my favourite parts of weddings." I casually say, to break the awkward silence.

"The dancing?"

"Yeah, everyone looks so happy, and it's the most peaceful part of it." I explain, "you know, everything coming before the 'yes' is like tense and uncertain. 'What if they change their mind?' Or 'what if something happens?', it's all about 'what ifs'. But the dancing... is when everything is settled and everyone is happy and can let out a sigh of relief. Does it make sense?" I chuckle.

"Makes complete sense. I kind of agree with you." He smiles, "I'll tell you a secret... Charlie was so nervous since he asked her."

"What? Really?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yeah!" He laughs, "he was so afraid she would change her mind any moment. There was one day I was visiting him, he told me he was actually waiting an owl to deliver him a letter saying she wouldn't marry him anymore. That's how tense he was."

"Oh, poor thing." I laugh, looking to Charlie dancing with his mother now, how happy he looks now.

"Yeah, took me several hours to convince him that was not the case." He tells me.

We laugh together for a moment before our eyes lock for the millionth time.

"Can..." I start, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course." He nods.

"Have I... have I made you uncomfortable in some ways?" I ask.

"What? No... of course not." He answers quickly.

"Are you sure?" I check, "I mean, you can tell me. Really it's no problem."

"I'm sure. You didn't do anything to make me feel uncomfortable." He replies, "I promise."

"Okay..." I nod, with small smile. "If I did something, though, I'm sorry."

"I promise, you have nothing to be sorry for." He reassuringly smiles at me, I smile back.

We stay in silence, looking at each other and, again, I feel the same pull towards I felt before, but this time, before anything could remotely happen, Kingslay's patronus appears.

It says the minister is dead and that the deatheaters are coming here...

The caos emerges as soon as the enemy arrives.

I look up at Bill.

"Stay close to me." He tells me and I nod.

We start fighting along the others, most guests disappear, most remains and fight.

I cast as many protection spells as I can while Bill and the other defends.

I can see Harry, Ron and Hermione disappear. Thankfully. But my attention is caught by another red-haired fighting far from me.

I rush to Ginny without even thinking and stand beside her, Lupin joins us soon.

A caos of "stupeficium" "expelliarmus" and "protego" surrounds us.

I spot someone aiming at a distracted Ginny, instinctively I step in between them, I try to yell, but too late.

I feel myself falling to the ground.

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It's dark, I can hardly open my eyes, but I hear voices around me.

"She's gonna be fine." I hear someone says.

"Are you sure?" A pair of voices, this time, asks.

"Yes, I am."

I weakly open my eyes and move to sit up.

"Hey, hey, careful there." I recognise Bill's voice.

"What... what happened?" I ask, finally being able to look around. Noticing Fred and George too, I notice this is not a room I recognise.

"What happened?!" George asks shocked, "what happened she asks!"

"Unbelievable!" Fred agrees.

"So..?" I urge.

"You took a stunner for Ginny. A dark one." Bill explains.

"What were you thinking?!" Fred asks.

"I just saw him aiming at your sister and went on autopilot, I think." I say.

"What if it was a killing curse?" George basically yells.

"Could you not shout please?" I ask weakly.

They both sigh heavily and look at each other.

"You're okay." Bill chimes in from his place by the door, "that's important." He says this last bit more to the twins than to me.

"You scared the hell out of us." George says.

"Yeah, we thought we lost you." Fred nods.

"I'm sorry..." I mutter.

"No, we're sorry for yelling." Fred sighs, "we're thankful you're okay... and thank you for protecting Ginny."

I open my arms, asking them for a hug and they do, careful not to hurt me too much they wrap their arms around me.

"Where are we?" I ask, once they pulled away.

"Shell cottage." They both answer.

"In Cornwall." George keeps going, "it's by the sea."

"Oh... Nice."

"Yeah, we'll be using it as a refuge for a while." Freds explain.

"Especially until you feel better." Bill adds.

"We know you like the sea, so maybe it would help your recovery." George says, hopeful.

"I hope so." I smile at them.

"Let's leave her, boys, she need her rest not you two pestering her." Bill teases his brothers.

"We're not!" They both say, standing up and heading to the door.

"A little." I joke.

"You better rest well, young lady." Fred scolds me before following his brother out.

"I'll bring up some tea. Now rest." With this Bill exits and closes the door.

I lay back down, take a deep breath and close my eyes, hoping to get some sleep.

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The sweet smell of the tea gently wakes me up.

I slowly open my eyes, noticing some rays of sun peaking through the windows.

I sit up, determined to stand up and walk downstairs. I put some clothes on and weakly walk out the room, holding onto the wall just in case.

I make my way downstairs, happy to hear voices coming from what I can imagine is the kitchen.

"Why don't you just tell her, mate?" Fred, I think, says.

"What do you mean why?" Bill asks back.

"What do you mean, what do we mean why?" George replies, "do you like her?"

"I..."

"Of course, he does!" Fred intervenes.

"Then why don't you freaking tell her?" George repeats the question.

Now, I can't help but eavesdrop. Curiosity taking the best of me.

"Have you seen me recently?" Bill snaps.

"Bill..." George starts, but he's interrupted.

"No, George." Bill's serious tone, makes my heart ache, "how could she like me back when I look like this? Uh?"

"Bill, do you think she cares?" Fred's tone got more gentle.

"We know her, mate." George tries to reassure him.

"No." Bill firmly states, "she deserves better. You should know it, she deserves someone who doesn't look like a freak, and most definitely she doesn't deserve a werewolf in her life. What if I hurt her? What if..." he chokes. I can't see him, but I can tell he's crying.

"You love her, don't you?" Fred asks... or rather, states.

"Of course, he does." George confirms, "look how scared he is!"

"Of course, I'm scared!" Bill snaps again, "The closest thing to love at first sight l've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on her... and it pains me how much I want to be with her, but knowing she doesn't deserve to end up with someone like me..."

That's enough, I walk up to them and their head turn up to look at me, Bill's eyes widening at my sight.

"I think that's up to me to decide." I tell him, looking him dead in the eyes.

"I..." He's at loss words.

"We'll leave you to it." The twins says and walk out.

I sit down, so I can face Bill, I slightly wince as I do.

"Careful..." he whispers, "you... you should be resting."

"You'll soon realise I don't usually do what I'm supposed to do." I smile at him.

We stay silent, none of us knowing what to say.

"Sorry." He then says.

"What for?" I ask.

"I..." he lets out a nervous chuckle, "I don't even know..."

"Was that true?" I finally ask.

"I'm afraid so..." he sighs.

"Then, I'm afraid you're stuck with me." I say, feeling bold enough to take his hand.

"I..." he look at our hands, "you mean...?"

"Yes..."

"But... you don't have to... I know you deserve something better than this." He tries to make me... reason I think, I softly laugh at this.

"Better than a hot, long-haired, curse-breaker with the kindest smile eyes I've ever seen? I'm not so sure about it." I grin at him, "what you felt the first time we met... I'm pretty sure I felt it too."

"Really?"

"Of course, I think if there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you."

He looks at me with the biggest smile, lets out a relieved laugh and comes closer to kiss me.

I'm a little taken aback, but I quickly kiss him back, my hand moves up to his cheek softly caressing his scars while his is in my hair gently playing with it.

Once we pull away we hear cheering from the other room, and we laugh watching Fred and George coming into view clapping their hands.

"Finally!"

"Good job!"

"Go away you two!" Bill scolds them.

"Hey!" They call, "no naughtinesses while we're here, alright!"

They go away and leave us officially alone.

I look at Bill and he does the same.

"I love you." He whispers, coming closer once again.

"I love you too" I say before kissing him again.

And again.

And again.

And... again.

[norman891]

I want to publicly thank @cosmiconix for doing a version of one she did for @demonangelgirl134 hugging Disney's Captain Hook for me. I haven't stopped smiling since I saw it .

Anyone who follows me knows that even though he's a fictional character of questionable morals and behavior, I have loved that man so much ever since I was 5 (and I turn 60 this year) that at times I wondered if it was sinful to love another 'person' that much, largely regardless of his iteration (Jason Isaacs -- woof!).

It's a deep, abiding, visceral love that has carried Captain Hook in my heart for 55 years, unashamedly, regardless of the teasing and brow beating I received growing up and into adulthood.

Ever since my mom, who thought it would be a great idea to read the J. M. Barrie book "Peter Pan" to a 5 year-old boy instead of a Disney version, I have been obssessed with my beloved Captain. It did something to me when Hook says " No little children to love me", and I desperately wanted to give him a hug and tell him "I love you, Captain Hook!". I bawled like a baby when Peter kicks him to the crocodile. I felt like someone had snatched my dearest uncle away from me. And that hurt settled in my soul and has gnawed at me all these years.

Now, after all these years, I finally feel that wound on my soul heal for the most part. I think I grinned all night while I slept after I saw the finished product, and I felt agreat weight lifting from my heart because I finally have gotten to give Captain Hook his long overdue hug, and it was a big ole bear hug at that. Thank you again @cosmiconix for helping mark something off my bucket list. You put the most beautiful expression on both of our faces -- you captured my feelings perfectly. Bless your heart! 😊🫂❤️

I love you, my beloved Captain and always will.

[estrellami-1]

Okay my love I’m sending you a sad and pathetic prompt and then a cutesy fluff prompt (I thought about just sending you the cute one, I feel like all I’m doing these last few days is feeling awful and not being very productive or fun to be around and I think I was just wallowing when I wrote that comment so absolutely feel free disregard this one if you want) this is the sad one, I was thinking more hurt/comfort vibes:

This is just basically self insert except it’s not me I’m inserting it’s my situation lol, one of their relatives passes away (not Wayne) and on top of that they have to find homes for their loved ones pets that they loved the most of anything in the world when everyone is just telling them to euthanize or that everywhere is full and they’re four states and 16 hours away from the pets so it’s not like they can go pick them up easily if at all, which causes them to get sick/throw up a ton from the sadness and anxiety about the situation - enter the other who takes care of them to make sure they don’t worry themselves to death (if anyone wants to come take care of me and maybe just give me about 3000 hugs a day we could make this a live action roleplay situation lol🥺)

(Sorry this is just me complaining pretty much, the other prompt will be cuter)

Oh my love, you’re allowed to feel bad and wallow. I’m so sorry this happened/is happening!! I can’t give you any real hugs but I’ll give you ALL the virtual hugs I can ❤️

When the World Ends - Part 1

Steve’s voice is trembling when he finally makes the call to Eddie. “Hey,” he manages, letting out a pathetic, airy laugh at how badly his voice shakes on that one word. “Um. Can. Can you come over?”

Eddie’s amazing, so he says, “I’ll be there in ten,” and he is. As soon as Steve opens the door, he murmurs, “What’s wrong?”

Steve bites his lip, invites Eddie in. “Y’know how I never mention my parents?” Eddie hums. “But I always leave in the spring for a couple weeks?”

Eddie nods. “Your grandparents, right?”

Steve nods. Bites his lip again, looks up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. “Um.” He sniffs. “My grandpa passed today.”

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, reaching for him until Steve shakes his head sharply. “What can I do?”

Steve huffs. “What can anyone do?” He wipes his face and begins to pace. “My grandma’s too old to stay on her own now, let alone with all the animals they’ve got, and of course it’s not like her own son would help, not when he could be in Cabo instead, finding new ways to cheat on my mom with his secretary or assistant or her secretary or who the fuck knows. And I want to help but I can’t leave Hawkins, not when everyone else is still here, and there’s still a chance, but it feels so selfish not to go when she needs me-”

“Steve,” Eddie interrupts softly, hands up between them. “Take a breath, man, it’ll be okay. I know you love your grandparents but this isn’t all on you, okay?”

Steve slumps back into the couch like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Says, barely above a whisper, “I’ve got animals out there.”

Eddie hums softly. “What did you say?”

“Animals. Pets. I can’t have them here so my grandparents have ‘em. I’ve got a dog and chickens and a horse and what ‘m I gonna do with them?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Eddie promises him.

Steve groans and stands up again, beginning to pace again. “They’re four states away, Eddie! I don’t have a horse trailer, I dunno anyone in Hawkins who has chickens so I dunno if that’s even allowed, and I can’t bring my dog here!” He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing. “I guess the horse could go back to the neighbor, but they gave her to me for a reason, and I dunno what’s gonna happen to the chickens, and imma have to give the dog away, too, and get my grandma somewhere she can be taken care of, and fuck, there’s still the house-” he chokes on an inhale and a sob, standing still for a moment before he dashes through the house.

Eddie watches, wide-eyed, and follows when the sound of retching reaches his ears. “Oh, Stevie,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees beside him, hand hovering over his back. “Can I touch you? Rub your back?” Between gasping breaths, Steve nods, so Eddie puts a gentle hand on his back, rubbing up and down. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs. “I know how scary this all seems right now, but you’re the strongest person I know, ‘sides Wayne, and you’ve got people who care about you and who’re gonna be here for you very step of the way, okay?”

The puppeteer cuts the strings once again, and Steve sags sideways into Eddie, trying to regulate his breathing, still quietly choking on his sobs. “Want me to call Birdie?” Eddie asks quietly, moving his hand to wrap his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve shakes his head. Says, between breaths, “She’d panic.”

Eddie hums. “And you wanna be okay for her when she panics.” Steve nods. “Okay, I get that. I’m glad you called me.”

Steve sniffles. Eddie hands him some toilet paper. Says, after he’s blown his nose, “Feels like the world’s ending.”

Eddie thrown back into a memory from months ago. “If the world ends again, you know where I am,” he’d said. He hadn’t been sure, at the time, if Steve would call him. But they stayed friends, to the point where Steve calling him wasn’t quite the rarity it used to be, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever felt so honored.

“And you called me,” he murmurs, back in the present day, knees sore from the bathroom tile. He knows they’re going to pop like an old man’s when he stands. He decides not to worry about that right now.

Steve nods. “Knew you’d come.”

“And I did,” Eddie nods. Rubs his hand up and down Steve’s arm. “How’re you feeling?”

Steve sniffs again. “Like shit.”

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle. “I probably should’ve guessed. Ready to get up? Or wanna stay here for a minute?”

“Wanna stay here forever,” he says, but shifts to get up.

He stumbles a little when he stands, hissing. Eddie steadies him. “Legs’re asleep.”

“That’s okay, Stevie, I’ve gotcha. Come rinse your mouth out, m’kay? We’re going back to bed. I’m gonna make a few calls, okay?”

Steve won’t look at him in the mirror. “Gonna leave?”

“Not unless you want me to,” Eddie swears. Steve meets his eyes for a brief second. Shakes his head. “Then I’ll stay until you get sick of me.”

Steve manages a shaky smile. “Not possible.”

Eddie sighs contentedly. “Rinse your mouth out,” he gently reminds him. “Let’s get you up to bed.”

When Steve’s in bed, Eddie turns to leave, then turns back just as quickly when Steve grabs his hand. “You’re not leaving?”

Eddie squeezes his hand. “Not leaving. Just gonna make a quick call.”

“Okay,” Steve whispers, but his breathing picks up again, and Eddie changes his mind.

He bullies his way under the covers next to Steve, pulling him in until his face is tucked into Eddie’s neck and Eddie can rub his back. The call can wait until Steve’s asleep, so he can get back before Steve wakes up.

Steve’s world is ending. That’s every bit as important as the world itself ending. So Eddie resigns himself to stand guard over Steve’s dreams, keeping them happy as best he can.

I hope y’all liked this! The fic tag is the name (“#whentheworldends”) and my writing tag is “#starambles”. Remember I’m NOT doing a taglist for these, so subscribe to either to see where this goes next! Send me an ask with the next thing you want to happen in this fic!

[starbabyg]

Surprise | Braden Schneider Instagram edit

Y/n and Braden have a surprise for the fans <3

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yourusername: hey, hey, hey daddy c;

kandre.miller: 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽🤍

reavo7five: woahhh guys. a lil too much PDA ☝🏽

user1: couple of cuties ❤️❤️

jacobtrouba: There’s only one daddy and that’s Daddy Troub 👨‍👧‍👦🫃🏼

— reply to jacobtrouba bradenschneider: That emoji tho??

—— reply to bradenschneider jacobtrouba: Shhh baby Troubs 🫃🏼👨🏼‍🍼👨🏼‍🍼

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“Just get in!” Braden shooed y/n into the old timey Photo Booth. He followed in after her, having to squish in due to the small space. Y/n shuffled a bit and ended up on Braden’s lap.

“Jesus I can’t even see how I look,” y/n whined, looking into the lense of the camera. It was a straightforward Photo Booth with no screen to show how the pictures would come out. Vintage and a bit decrepit. Braden argued that the old thing had charm though.

“Oh stop it, you look fucking amazing,” Braden squeezed her cheek and went in for a kiss. The couple laughed in between each peck, high off of happiness. “This is the happiest day of my life don’t ruin it by saying dumb things like that.” He smiled at her, y/n truly was the love of his life.

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bradenschneider: mom and dad 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨💞

yourusername: you look so yummy here 😋

kandre.miller: my parents look so good in this 😌🤞🏽

reavo7five: babies are all grown up 🥹🥲 miss y’all!!

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user2: Mom and dad?? Hold on 🧐

—reply to user2 user3: No cause I noticed that too o.O

—reply to user2 user4: you don’t think…

—reply to user2 user5: It’s all making sense from y/n’s post now this! 😶

jacobtrouba: BABY TROUBS!!! 🫃🏼

—reply to jacobtrouba bradenschneider: Hey grandpa 👴🏼

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Back again at the Photo Booth, Braden entered first, not wanting to squish y/n this time. She plopped herself on his lap, adjusting the bandana on her head.

“More pictures from the Photo Booth where I don’t know if I look good,” y/n joked. Although there wasn’t a mirror or screen to look at, she still did small touch ups as if there were one.

Braden started to put the coins in the coin slot, “Mhmm. We’re gonna start taking a picture here every month. Just to see how time moves by.” The Photo Booth started to make those familiar clicks which let you know it was time to get ready.

“Awe baby, you’re such a sentimentalist,” Y/n cooed as she placed a kiss on Braden’s cheek. She loves that about him, how much he cared about the little things. He always made the most of their time and memories.

“Well you bring it out of me,” Braden turned his face and brought her in for a kiss. And then another one. And another one. Y/n heard the clicks from the camera, knowing they only had one more picture left.

“Oh my gosh, we’re gonna ruin our photos cause you wanna make out!”

“Alright, alright. Let’s do a lil silly one just to make up for it,” Braden laughed as he got into his final pose.

“Im gonna look silly regardless cause you messed up my makeup!!” Y/n gasped realizing she was wearing lip product. She hid her face with a peace sign.

Soon the pictures came out of the photo slot, Braden grabbing the warm paper. He tapped it, smiling at the final product. “These came out perfect.”

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bradenschneider: Surprise! 👶

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——reply to bradenschneider reavo7five: Two inches does not count allat much 🙄🙄

jacobtrouba: BABY TROUBA IS HAVING A BABY BABY TROUBA 🫃🏼🫃🏼

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“And one, two, three,” Braden counted as he held the camera up to his eye. You stayed in the exact pose he told you to, you had to translate his vision perfectly. Braden had bought a camera just to take pictures of the pregnancy journey. There was nothing he was more excited for than seeing his baby grow. Both you and the actual literal baby inside of you. He got up and showed you the photo he had just taken.

“Oh my gosh, Braden,” you gasped happily, “the picture came out perfect. You really have an eye for photography.” You we’re so proud of him. I’m everything he does he just excels. His hockey career was flourishing. Obviously he was amazing at his new hobby. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be the perfect father.

“Yeah, if I don’t make it to the big leagues in hockey I can always just be a photographer huh,” he joked. But his eyes never left the picture that was displayed on the screen. He could never explain how he felt in words, but it felt like his heart was glowing and radiating. Just pure joy.

“You can give your resignation today when you post that picture on Instagram, tell ‘em you’re done and you wanna take photos of pregnant ladies all day,” you joked back, now laying back on the bed because carrying a baby in your stomach all day was tiring.

Braden’s head whipped back at you, “You mean… I can actually post it? Let everyone know now?” He was like a big ol’ kid who could finally let out a secret.

“Yes, Braden, you can. Besides, they’re gonna start suspecting something when I come to the games. I’d rather them know I’m pregnant than think I’m sneaking snacks into the arena.”

[moon-alight]

Hi I love your blog. Can i maybe request K as a boyfriends or how would he be as a boyfriend. Thank you so much 💫💫❤️

Of course. Here you go. I had so much fun with this, it's incredible.

&Team K as your boyfriend

Warnings: none

Word Count: 579

Masterlist

CRUSH PHASE

-He would've probably had a crush on you for a while before asking you out. He wanted to be sure you felt the same for him so he wouldn't humiliate himself.

-Maybe he had met you in Hybe itself, maybe you had met him when he was out on a walk or something but he simply couldn't get his mind off of you.

-One of his members definitely noticed. Maybe it was EJ who told him to finally tell you, maybe Nicholas was done having to hear his hyung talk about this super pretty and intelligent girl. Who knows?

-All you know was that he appeared in front of you with some chocolates and a very nervous look on his face. And of course, you accepted because it's K.

DATING PHASE

-I see him as a really attentive boyfriend.

-Like he knows whenever something is bothering you or when you have had a bad day. And he knows exactly how to help you through it.

-Definitely takes you on a date to build-a-bear and definitely named his one after you.

-Always cuddles the bear whenever he misses you.

-You know what? He would give you one of those couple bracelets where you can press a button and it lights up to tell you he misses you

-Presses the damn button every single minute he's awake smh

-Wouldn't be afraid to go out and buy you period products if you needed them.

-All dates with him are adventurous. He would take you to theme parks, nature walks or just simply a zoo where you can see animals.

-Has little details about you remembered and always makes sure to use his knowledge whenever you need it.

-For example, he would be at the grocery store and remember that one time you said you liked kitkat's and would buy some to later give to you.

-Why do I see him as the type to celebrate anniversaries?

-1 month together? Cool, he has flowers for you. 6 months? Cute date with candles. 1 year? Brings you home to meet his family. 2 years? He's planning to propose...

-K is very chill, he would definitely love cuddling you on the couch on a lazy day.

-Insist you dance with him in the rain or at 3 AM in the kitchen because he's cute like that.

-Shows you off to literally everyone!

-So damn proud of every milestone you hit, even if it's a simple one, still proud.

-Number one supporter!

-He would be the person to suggest you two adopt a pet and then calls himself it's dad and you the mom, obv.

-Says Ily for the first time when he's half-asleep and not really paying attention to what he is saying but you bet your ass he means it!

-After the first ily and after you said it back there's no stopping him.

-Tells you everyday... every minute. Screams it from the damn rooftops.

-Protects you from seasangs and other men who can't understand 'no'

-Loves seeing you with children and always gets a bit broody.

-Tells you he's gonna marry you someday after you cooked his favorite food.

-He's protective but not over protective.

-You want to wear revealing clothes because you're feeling yourself? Hell yeah! He would show you off to everyone with a big proud grin.

-But he does beat up anyone who makes a snarky remark at you

-An absolute sweetheart with so much love to give 🥰

[takearisk-x]

Hello, what made you finally take a “risk” into fanfiction and being comfortable with submit your work on A03/Tumblr? I’ve just recently started actively uploading some HP fanfics and I still feel nervous when I go to press the publish button. I try not to let my nerves get to me so instead of checking how many “hits” I get, I read fics from other others just to keep my mind from overthinking.

Also, wanted to say that I love the interactions you have with your fellow readers it’s beautiful, really. Seeing how they come together and read your writing. Not just that but it seems like you don’t know the impact that you have on your readers and when you receive an ask by someone telling you how much they love your work, it’s adorable how your at a loss for words. Because you have a great talent, and like the saying goes we are our own worst critics, even if you somehow feel like one scene or chapter isn’t the greatest, you never know if that scene/chapter means the world to one of your readers.

No matter what I hope you know that your writing will always be special and it’s truly one of a kind. Especially the way you come up with the details and dialog, it’s like the reader can get teleported into the story with the way you write each scenes. Also, the way you create the Daily Prophets are simply AMAZING, love it so much its truly a work of magic 😉. I always wonder how you came up with creating those and how long does it take you, for you to enjoy the final product to place in the story. It’s very creative and interesting to see, it feels magical, anytime I see a Daily Prophet in the beginning of the story.

I hope you the absolute best in your writing adventure and always know that even no matter what, you matter and the words that you come up with have the power to take someone away from the world and into a place that you’ve created even if it’s just for a few minutes.

No matter what ship you write for, do what you love the most because at the end it’s your story! ❤️

❤️

I hope you have a good night/morning 🥺

first of all: AAAHHHHFLSKDFJASDKJLFHADSGKJF

OKAY, now that we've got that out of the way. you are so lovely and absolutely the sweetest and i genuinely cannot comprehend how i ended up with so many of you being so nice to me all the time. because from my point of view i am just a person hanging out behind her computer screen in-between bouts of real life. like i cannot stress that enough. i am probably the most boring, underwhelming, thirty-something, toddler mom you will ever meet. so when people come to me and have.. like.. theories and analysis and excitement over this night-time hobby of mine, i get all blushy and giggly about it because i'm excited about it too! and i think you are absolutely right, we are our own worst critics and so when a lot of what i'm pulling together feels disjointed or mediocre, hearing that it still made an impact even though i was less than thrilled about it, quite literally translates into all-consuming motivation to keep going.

like just you saying you love the daily prophet articles had me scrolling through the ones i've made but haven't used yet to see if i can drop a lil sneak peek because you like??? an idea i had???

anyways, i'll stop rambling about my very transparent people pleasing tendencies.

as for your first question, i don't think we, as writers, ever truly get past the anxiety/anticipation of sharing our work. that's sort of the whole thing right? writing is a shared medium, it doesn't manifest its full meaning until it is shared. but it's also terrifying to share a bit of yourself, a bit of your soul, with someone and invite interpretation and criticism. that's really fucking scary. that's probably why chapter 17 is in a perpetual draft because i am very much afraid of putting myself out there and it not be good enough. so, i think it is absolutely okay to admit and validate those fears but i also think it's important to have people who can ground you and remind you why you are writing. i've been writing and posting fanfic for over ten years and i still spiral and overthink and obsess over stats, but thankfully i have really good people around me who can bring me back down to earth and whose opinions i trust when they tell me that something is or isn't working within a plot/dynamic/chapter. and i do the same for them.

i'd say that is the best thing you can do? make writer friends? find people you trust and who have similar tastes and interests and do fandom life together? because just like writing is a shared medium, fandom is a collective experience. it's meant to be shared.

the last thing i'll share with you as a new-ish writer wanting to take up the fanfic hobby, is that writing is the type of activity where you are not going to see immediate improvement or growth. it's just not. and it's also not something that can really be forced when it comes to success. you can't make people connect with your stories, so cherish the ones that do and keep reading and watching and writing until the story consumes you instead of you directing the story. at least, in my experience, that's what i've found to be the most rewarding, when i know the characters so well and have their voices so ingrained in my head that they are telling me how the story should go, instead of the other way around.

thank you so much for this message! please feel free to come talk to me off anon if you want <3 i'm always down to clown

[harleybeaumont]

Love Me The Way I Am- Book 2

Chapter 10 - I’m Gonna Love You Forever

Book- TRR AU

Pairings - (main) Maxwell x MC (Harley),  Drake x Liam, Bertrand x Savannah

Synopsis- Maxwell and Harley have finally confessed their feelings for one another and are ready to begin the next chapter of their lives as a couple. But what obstacles will they encounter on their journey? And what comes next?

A/N- This story has a few events from TRR, but mostly it’s all out the window. Harley is my character who is based off of Riley.

Series Warnings - language, drinking, medical issues, violence, sensuality, lemons - NSFW.

Chapter Warnings- NSFW (lemons) 🍋 🍋 🍋

Word Count- 2,000

18+ only

Click to catch up on past chapters or read Love Me The Way I Am - Book 1.

Song Inspiration: Forever and Ever, Amen by Randy Travis

***This is the last chapter of Book 2, but God help me, I'm writing book 3 now! It may take a while, as I’m also trying to wrap up a couple other series I’m also working on, but it’s in progress. At this rate I’ll be writing Max and Harley until the end of time! Lol

The next book will be a little different as it will show Drake and Liam and their struggle, Max and Harley will have some new complications arise, and I’ll also be exploring more of the darker things that have happened leading up to, and after The Homecoming Ball. But Maxwell and Harley will still be the main focus.Thanks to everyone who likes, comments, and reblogs my story. It makes me want to keep writing, when I know I’m not the only one who enjoys it! ❤️

Chapter 10 - I’m Gonna Love You Forever

During their time at the ranch, the seven friends felt as if they were finally able to relax. They played with baby animals, rode horses, and swam in the lake. Hana was even enjoying a fling with a girl she met at the bar.

One morning as Maxwell watched Harley and Bumble sneak out to play with the newborn calves, an idea struck him. He ran down to the kitchen where everyone was helping prepare breakfast. 

“I'm gonna do it!” Max yelled, and everyone turned to look at him curiously.

Bertrand gasped, “When?!”

“Tonight! I have a plan, but I need everyone's help.”

Drake finished loading up his plate and sat at the table. “It would help if we actually knew what you were talking about.”

Maxwell looked around carefully to make sure Harley was still outside, “I'm gonna.. propose to her.”

Hana screamed and Liam smiled broadly, “That's great Maxwell.”

Bianca clapped him on the back. “Aww, honey! I could tell you had something on your mind since you got here!”

Hana finally managed to regain her composure, “Oh my god! That's so exciting! What can we do!?”

Maxwell shimmied back and forth nervously. Drake laughed, “Beaumont, are you stress dancing over this? You know how she feels about you.”

“I'm freaking out! What if I mess this up?! What if she says no?!” Maxwell’s breathing became erratic and he began pacing back and forth through the kitchen.

Hana grabbed his shoulders, “Maxwell, relax!” She grinned conspiratorially, “She's going to say yes.”

His eyes widened. “But, how do you know?!”

She looked at him and chuckled; he wasn't getting it. “I'm not saying anything else.. what's your plan?”

___________________________________________

After breakfast, Bianca found Harley in the barn cuddling with one of the calves. “Hey sugar, can you help me with something?”

Harley, Savannah, and Bianca went into town to go grocery shopping. Harley was trying not to show her boredom as Bianca spent hours looking down each aisle at almost every product. 

Savannah nudged her arm, “Harley why don't we go sit down at the Starbucks while mum finishes her shopping.” Bianca winked at Savannah while they walked away. 

Once they ordered and sat down, Harley blew out an exhausted breath, “Your mom sure likes to shop, huh?”

Savannah giggled, “Um, yep!”

They sipped their coffee in contended silence. “So Harley.. There's actually something I've been meaning to talk to you about.”

“What's up?”

Savannah looked down shyly, “Do you think Bertrand’s happy being with me? He says he is, but do you think he's actually happy?”

Harley smiled, “Savannah, I have seen a completely different Bertrand since you and Bartie came into his life. I know I've only known him for a little more than a year, but he's definitely happy. You and Bartie make him a better person, and he knows it.”

Savannah blushed, hiding a smile behind her coffee cup. “Thanks. I sometimes worry about not being good enough. You know, not being noble or anything..”

Harley sighed, “I get that. I'm a nobody from New York, but somehow Max still wants to be with me. I think when you really love someone, nothing else matters.”

Savannah smiled, “You're absolutely right.”

By the time they returned to the Walker Ranch, the sun was beginning to set. Harley had barely heard from Max all day. The last text he sent her said they were all doing chores. She giggled as she imagined Bertrand mucking out the stables. 

Bianca shooed Harley up the stairs. “Now you go on up and get changed for dinner!”

Harley looked down at the jeans and t-shirt she was wearing, “Oh, are we doing something formal tonight?”

“I forgot to tell you, we’re all dressing up and eating dinner outside tonight!” Bianca smiled at her as Harley headed upstairs. “Now go get all prettied up!”

Harley noticed that nobody was around when she got upstairs, but figured everyone must already be outside for dinner. She touched up her makeup and changed into the red lace dress that Hana made for her. She spritzed on her favorite perfume and headed downstairs.

When she entered the living room, she looked around, “Helloooo?” No answer. She made her way outside onto the grandiose back patio and looked around. Are they messing with me?

Harley noticed lights coming from the barn and slowly made her way over. She cracked open the large, wooden door and peeked in. The inside had been transformed with flowers and fairy lights strung around the room. All the animals were gone. She stepped inside curiously and looked around. In the center of the room she saw a small table with a bouquet of red tulips. She smiled brightly. Aww, Maxwell. 

As she reached out and gently touched the tulips, a song she recognized began playing softly- “Forever and Ever, Amen.” She whirled around as she heard someone enter the barn behind her. Maxwell was dressed in the navy blue tux that she loved so much. She bit her lip and smiled as he held out his hand to dance with her. 

“What are you up to?” She beamed at him as they danced together in the empty barn.

He looked down shyly and smiled, but didn't say a word. Harley lay her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as they danced together. 

 Maxwell's heart was pounding in his chest. He had checked a hundred times, but was still worried that the ring wasn't in his pocket. It's there, chill out! Breathe! Calm down! He looked down at Harley laying her head against him. She looked beautiful. 

The song played: “..As sure as I live,

 this love that I give, 

is gonna be yours until the day that I die..”

He closed his eyes and sighed happily, enjoying the familiar feeling of her body against his. He breathed in the scent of her hair and perfume that both excited and comforted him each time he was near her. He kissed the top of her head.

“..If you wonder how long I'll be faithful, 

I'll be happy to tell you again. 

I'm gonna love you forever and ever, forever and ever amen.”

Maxwell lifted his arm and spun her and she giggled.

“.. they say time can play tricks on the memory,

make people forget things they knew.

 It's easy to see, it's happening to me..”

Max sang the next part aloud as he dipped her: “..I've already forgotten every woman but you!”

Harley giggled, “so smooth!”

He held her tightly again and his stomach filled with butterflies as he realized the song was coming to a close. He heard Harley’s sweet voice sing along,

“..I’m gonna love you, forever and ever,

Forever and ever, forever and ever,

Forever and ever, amen..”

She pulled back and smiled, “This was so sweet Max.”

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and reached into his pocket. Thank God it's still there. His heart was pounding as he took her hand and after  another deep breath, dropped down to one knee. Harley's eyes widened and she gasped, as her other hand flew over her mouth.

Maxwell cleared his throat, “Harley Hughes.. I..” Deep breath. “I love you more than anything in the world. You saw the real me when nobody else did.. Or wanted to. You're so kind, and thoughtful, and beautiful, and every day that I realize that you still love me, makes me the happiest man in the world. I..” He started to choke up. Don't cry, dammit! “I.. can't imagine a day where I wake up and you're not next to me. I promise to never stop trying to show you that you are the most important person in my life. Harley.. Will you marry me?”

Harley’s heart was so full that she thought she might burst. The man she loved more than anything in the world was down on one knee giving his heart to her. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she looked at his handsome, honest face. She felt tears fall from her eyes. 

She smiled brightly, “yes.”

Maxwell looked stunned and grinned at her incredulously, “Really? Thank you!”

She couldn’t help but laugh and Max jumped up, pulling her into a tight hug. She squealed as he spun her around. 

“Oh wait! I forgot!” Max took her hand and slid the engagement ring onto her finger.

“Oh my god, Max..”

“Is it.. Ok?”

She tilted her hand side to side, admiring the most beautiful piece of jewelry she had ever seen. The dim fairy lights caught the red stone just right, causing it to glimmer like firelight. “It's gorgeous!”

“It.. was my mothers. She wore it every day. It actually was my great grandmother's engagement ring.”

Harley gasped, feeling more tears fall from her eyes. “Wow.. I’m so honored.”

Maxwell leaned down and kissed her, sighing happily. “I love you Harley Hughes.”

“I love you too, Maxwell Beaumont.”

Maxwell laughed and spun her around again, “I can't believe we're engaged!”

“I know! You're my fiance!”

“Holy shit! And you're my fiance!”

“AHH!”

They both laughed gleefully, grasping each other’s hands. “So what do we do now?” Harley asked with a smile.

“Now, I send a text to the six people who have been waiting anxiously to see if I managed to go through with it, or if i spontaneously combusted from nerves!’’

Their friends ran out to congratulate them and brought out the dinner they had prepared for the two of them. 

Later that night, Harley and Maxwell planned to celebrate their engagement together in their room. Harley sent Hana a quick text while Max was in the shower: 

‘Better put your headphones on tonight Hana! It’s gonna be LOUD if you know what I mean!”

Hana- ‘Ok, I'll let everyone know!’

Harley covered her face and chuckled, “oh god, Hana no!”

“What's wrong?” Max walked up and kissed her neck from behind. His skin was still damp and warm from the shower, and he was only wearing a towel around his waist.

Harley tossed her phone on the chair, spinning around to face him. “The only thing that's wrong is that my sexy fiance isn’t on top of me right now!”

Harley yanked the towel from around his waist, and squealed as he threw her on the bed. 

“I'm gonna ravish you tonight, darling!” Maxwell chuckled as he kissed her neck, his warm breath sending goosebumps all the way down to her toes.

Harley's laughs soon dissolved into moans as he made his way down her chest. “Mmm.. Max, you're so good with your mouth.”

He nipped at the soft skin on her hip as he made his way down her body, “Is that all I'm good with?”

She gasped, “No.. you're good with your hands too..”

He kissed his way across her hips, slowly making his way downward. “Is that all?”

She moaned as he got closer and closer to where she needed him. “No.. oh God.”

“Say it..”

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his length, gripping him tightly, “You're good with this big cock too.”

Max shivered, “Fuck.. I love hearing you talk like that.”

They spent the next hour pleasuring each other as they fell closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Maxwell climbed on top of her and she wrapped her legs tightly around him, crying out as her second orgasm of the night left her body trembling. Max shuddered as he released himself into her. They both tried to catch their breath as sweat dripped down their sated bodies.

Harley panted, “Damn.. Engaged sex is even better than dating sex!” 

Maxwell smirked as he wiped the sweat from his brow, “Just wait until married sex.”

Once they showered and got ready for bed, they snuggled up next to each other under the covers. Maxwell put his arm around her and Harley laid against his bare chest on his hippo tattoo. She admired the engagement ring that he had given her that night.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Max stroked her hair softly and kissed her head.

She smiled up at him and pecked him on the lips. “Just you.”

“Anything specific, or just my general awesomeness?”

She chuckled, “Well, now that we're engaged, you know what comes next.”

“Engagement party? Oh my god, we're gonna have the biggest Beaumont bash ever to celebrate!”

“Well yes, that, but-”

He chuckled as he hugged her tighter against him, “I know baby. We get to start planning our wedding.”

Harley sighed happily, “Max?”

“Yes, future Mrs. Beaumont?”

“I can wait to be married to you.”

Maxwell's heart swelled, “Samesies.”

[kamyru]

Hi! Could I request from the intimate moments prompt list 16.+ Kuranosuke? Also I really love your stories!❤️

Hi! Thank you for your ask. I love Kuranosuke so much. Thank you so much for reading my works. I hope I won't disappoint you. Enjoy! ❤️

P.S. You can find the "Intimate moments" prompts list here. Don't hesitate to send me more requests using them.

Resting their hand on the other's thigh, slowly stroking it (Kuranosuke Kiba x MC) (Scenario)

Summary: The Blizzard was known for his harsh and demanding nature. However, even he could be soft and caring when his wife needed him the most.

Word counting: 1049

An exhausted MC, who barely made it to the last train, collapsed on the sofa with her shoes still on. She knew better than to stay like this for a lot of time. Nonetheless, she didn't have enough energy to move. Intending to do at least something more or less productive, she took out her phone to check her messages. Her husband didn't appreciate her gesture, even if he could see that MC's feet didn't touch anything around them. However, when Kuranosuke saw MC's grip on her phone loosening and the device falling on the floor, he knew better than to start a useless argument. In an instant, MC was back on her feet and clumsily tried to get back her phone.

"Pick up the phone, please. I beg you, pick up the phone."

Kuranosuke went around the sofa and stopped in front of MC's back. He put his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them. Finally, the person on the other end answered MC's call.

"What had happened? Is dad alright? I'm coming home with the first train!"

The husband gulped, trying to understand the matter. After a few minutes, MC finally calmed down, being convinced not to go back home by her mother. Yet, she still didn't have enough energy to explain everything to her husband. Kuranosuke moved in front of her and touched her cheeks when he saw tears running down. He had no idea how long it lasted, but the weak grip on his shirt woke him up.

"Dad is in the hospital, and mom said he will have an operation tomorrow," MC finally announced and pressed her face against Kuranosuke's chest. The man hugged her tightly and stroked her back, pressing his lips on her temple. There were a thousand questions on the tip of his tongue, but he was afraid to voice any of them. "Mom said it is nothing serious and I can visit him on the weekend if I want. But I am afraid, Kuranosuke."

"Do you want to go there right now?" Kiba asked in the softest voice he was physically capable of.

"No. Mom said she won't let me in before the weekend because I have better things to do than stay in the hospital. I won't be of any use anyways."

The man nodded and cupped MC's face in his warm hands.

"Then let's go together tomorrow after work. It's Friday."

MC closed her eyes, letting the last tears slip down her cheeks. She murmured in affirmation and melted at Kuranosuke's kiss on her forehead.

However, it was easier to say than to do it. The entire working day, MC was fidgety, looking at her phone every five minutes. Taking half of the paperwork from his wife's desk, Kuranosuke convinced himself once more that it was impossible for him not to mix the personal and the professional. His heart clenched at the simple thought of yelling at MC. So, the entire office witnessed a side of The Blizzard reserved only for his home life.

With every hour passing, MC got more and more worried. She knew she had to get herself together, but it was impossible. The worst possible outcomes invaded her thoughts, putting tears in her eyes. A cup of green tea pressed against her cheek and made her wince. Before MC could say a single word, Kiba leaned to her ear and whispered: "Wait till the next meeting finishes, and we'll go."

MC lifted her eyes and met the softest expression she had ever seen on The Blizzard. She was sure that even Haru was a stranger to this. A wave of warmth and strength washed her. She knew that she could rely on Kiba.

Nonetheless, Kuranosuke's words couldn't influence MC's state when in the middle of the meeting, she felt her phone vibrating. She felt the urge to check it, at least to know if it was from her mom. However, Kuranosuke was well aware they weren't in the right place for this. It didn't matter what was in the message and from whom. There was no way it would calm MC down. So, the man took a deep breath, and without even looking around him, he placed a reassuring hand on MC's thigh, slowly stroking it. A gentle smile appeared on Kunihiro's face, who saw everything. However, none of the spouses cared enough to notice this. MC stopped jumping her leg, and the unshed tears in her eyes finally dried up.

The moment the meeting finished, the Kiba family made their way out of the building and towards the train station. MC didn't remember the road at all, her thoughts being too occupied by her dad's surgery. By the time they arrived at the hospital, everything had already been settled.

A barely visible smile appeared on MC's mom's face. Meanwhile, her daughter knelt in front of her father's bed. The man took her hand in his and kissed her fingers.

"You are an even bigger worrywart than your mother, kid."

Finally, MC broke into tears, not able to let out a single word. Kuranosuke let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He flinched when he felt his mother-in-law's hand patting him on the back.

"Thank you for taking care of her."

A blush appeared on the man's face. He was happy that his father-in-law was alright and that MC got to see him. Now, the wave of tiredness hit him. However, it didn't stop him from thinking about his wife's well-being. If he was like this, MC was probably on the way to fainting. His mother-in-law's proposal to spend the night at them helped him relax. Otherwise, it would be hard to go back home in that state.

While in the taxi, MC let her upper body fall on Kuranosuke's lap. Meanwhile, he let his hand rest reassuringly on her shoulder. It helped MC get much-needed minutes of sleep. Kiba didn't even mind taking her bridal style out of the car and putting her directly in her childhood bed. He knew that he would do everything for her, no matter what, and she was just the same. The warmth spread from his heart to his entire body and helped him fall asleep while holding MC as close to him as possible.

[wonusite]

i’m excited for pt3 (it’s today right?) but i think i’m even more excited for the prequel cause that’s where our story with daddy mingyu start yk? first time they meet, the stealing glances, you being a lil brat, always pushing his buttons and a fucking tease when mom is not looking and then him eventually having enough and finally giving in, fucking you hard and stupid against the kitchen counter then fill you up with even more cum in your bedroom cause daddy fell in love with your pussy and never want another again ughhh very hot to think abt it tbh… BUT PT3 i’m so readyyy i’m living for your smuts and did you say angst? hoe anon loves angsty shit🧎‍♀️

yes today is the day!! ahhh so excited! it is a bit angsty but not too much bc im the biggest hoe for happy endings!

and i totally share your feelings bc the prequel was a product of me thirsting so you know it’s gonna be 🥵

so glad you’re excited! hope you love part 3! ❤️

[jimmyflemion]

Christmas - Mama Merry Christmas to all!!! In December 2010, 13 years ago Christmas time I wrote a song called "Christmas Minus Mama". Our Mother passed in 1998, 25 years ago. I had told Dennis about this song but never got to play it 4 him. In August 2010, I recorded my latest songs with Dennis when I came to visit for my 50th birthday, 4 months before this song's birth. There's a line in the song that relays, "2 make the family smile & the brothers 1, which is now even more moving 2 sing since Dennis' passing. At 1 point of our illustrious career, our older brother Daryl suggested himself managing the band & thought a new band name he had in mind would b the ticket, "Brothers 1". 13 years after writing it, I finally recorded this song yesterday afternoon in 4 hours at DB Nation Productions in Portland, Oregon with Sean Gilles co-producing. Credits : Jimmy Flemion : Vocals, backing vocals, acoustic, bass, electric guitars & keyboards Sean Gilles : Drum programming

Thanx 2 Sean Gilles who did an amazing job, everything went smoothly & just fell into place

Miss u Mom, Miss u Dennis, Miss u Dad Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year!!! ❤️ Jimmy

Christmas Minus Mama Written by Jimmy Flemion 12/25/2010 Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

Christmas is not the same Since mama left this world Christmas is just a game Since mama left this world Christmas forecast is rain Since mama left this world

Mama how u r Mama how r u? Mama how is God? What would Jesus do?

Christmas is not the same Since mama left this world Down on my knees I pray Since mama left this world There's nothing left 2 say Since mama left this world

I'll fly a plane up to heaven 2 bring u back this Christmas 2 make the family smile & the brothers 1 again

Christmas is not the same Since mama left this world Christmas is just a game Since mama left this world Christmas forecast is rain Since mama left this world

Christmas is not the same Since mama left this world Down on my knees I pray Since mama left this world There's nothing left 2 say Since mama left this world

#jimmyflemion #dennisflemion #thefrogs #christmasminusmama

[celiastjamesoscar]

Lol, okay, okay. I will obviously support you and pray that Jon won't include any of your pictures (slight hope is still there, though 😉). Jon is the best!!! I love teachers who have humor and can banter with their students. My Latin teacher was the same. We both wore glasses, but yet he was still teasing me. Fun fact: he was actually the first person I ever came out to, in the middle of class. After that, he was also teasing me about that, but all in good faith. Also, I am a big Jon fan now!

Awww yes Stinky! I was worried there for a second. That little man chose you to be his new family, that's so cute!! Give him all the kisses and cuddles for me. Cat snores are the best! Honestly tattoo withdrawal is the WORST. I'm suffering with you. Thoughts and prayer to you 🙏 ❤️

😂 you were literally the Kris Jenner meme with the filming, smiling and saying you're doing amazing, sweetie. I would whip out that video every chance I get. Family gatherings, for blackmail or simply for my own amusement.

You make it easy to get to know you since you are such an open, welcoming, sweet, and loving person 🤷🏻‍♀️ And yeah! Working with your tutor is a great idea. Well done, honey! I really shouldn't be preaching about productivity, though, because in 2 hours, I only sent out 2 applications today...

Thank you for supporting me, and I will of course let it slide that you want him to include a picture of me into the slides. Jon makes class so much fun, but he’s giving us an exam right before finals week, which is not very cool of him 🙄 your Latin teacher sounds like a really awesome dude!! Especially if he was the first ever person you came out to! I’m a big fan of him now, as you are of Jon!

I’m sorry that I scared you a little bit with Stinky 😭 that dude is just here to kick ass and take names while occasionally sleep for 12 hours. He will definitely be getting all of the cuddles; he forces his cuddles onto people, it doesn’t matter if you want them or not, you will be getting them. Tattoo withdrawal is the worst, but you are getting one soon!! I want one, I just don’t know what I want to get :( I have a one idea, but my mom would kill me if I got it right now 💀

NOT KRIS JENNER 😭😭 I need to try and find that video so I can use it for blackmail/amusement

I’m honestly really glad that you guys feel welcome here!! Tutoring went good, and now it is time for me to pass out. Averaging 1 application an hour isn’t bad, because that means you are sending them out!! I’m wishing you the best of luck! <3

[daily-nora]

Hi Nora!

This post is really for myself to get some things off my chest. It's hard to vent sometimes and I just feel like typing it out may give me a little clarity.

When we brought you home from the hospital I had an episode of SVT (basically, a really fast heartrate) it was so bad we had to call paramedics and thankfully my heart started to slow down again on its own. That was scary, especially when it happened two more times after. Your dad would come with me to the hospital and sit with me. We even cried together during that time. Nana stayed with you at home while we navigated these deep and heavy feelings of dread having to be away from you. This was only mere hours after we arrived back home, mind you, and stretched over a couple days afterward. It was a scary and stressful time I don't wish on any first time mom's. Thankfully my kidney doctor altered my medications and things started to level out again.

Then, about a couple weeks later, you started to develop what we thought was acid reflux. And truthfully, maybe it is acid reflux, but we have no idea...could be colic or gas, too. Anyways- you became really hard to settle at this time. You would cry and scream and jolt around as if you were in pain or discomfort. I am still getting to know you at this time so it would send me into an anxiety attack trying to find out why you were crying and try to fix it as quickly as possible. It isn't easy, I still haven't figured out exactly how to help you, but Ive come to learn maybe there isn't anything I can do. Your needs are met, we comfort you as best we can, but when babies at this stage go through things like this, you might have to just ride out the storm. And I think that's the situation dad and I are in now. One day I'll make a post saying that you made a tremendous improvement and we won't have to worry about this anymore- today is not that day. But soon, I hope. However despite this I will never wish this time away. One day you won't be this tiny little baby anymore and no matter how hard I will miss it, you'll never be that way again. Don't get me wrong I'm really excited to enjoy you at every age, but there will be a time I look back and will miss your tiny little fingers and toes. How you'd head butt my face with your mouth looking for milk, and opening your eyes and taking in the world for the first time. Once that's gone, it will be gone forever. So I'll never wish it to go away. Dad and I will continue to push through and advocate for you, whatever it is you may need. Even if sometimes it's just for me to hold you for a couple hours so you can finally fall asleep.

A few more things happened too. Last week, our car broke down, and that same night, our apartment flooded. We are SO lucky nothing was damaged, and our landlords acted quickly, so we weren't in a state of disarray for long. And Nana and Grandpa helped us out with the car so we can continue to take you to appointments and dad can get to work! Thank goodness for them. At the same time though, both our cats got sick, you developed a rash, my milk production slowed way down (resulting in us spending a fortune in formula), and you are still miserable with colic. I watch you like a hawk. Take your temperature daily, check your lungs and breathing, pick your nose and clear your sinuses lol. I'm very protective of you want you to be healthy and happy.

You are now in your 5 week mark. Passed one month! Hurray! You're more alert and aware than ever, and I can't wait to see you smile and giggle for the first time. You light up my whole life.

I may have to invest in some earplugs, though.

Love mum ❤️

[wanderingpages]

PEACH OMG IT FINALLY HAPPENED!

so i had to go to alex’s house again some time after he left cause he forgot something at our house. his mom went grocery shopping so i had to return the item. we live like, 20 minutes walk so it was no biggie :)

(omg my heart’s racing as i’m recalling things to type this)

ok so, i returned his stuff and he invited me to his room and he offered me some water. i still felt really uneasy about what happened earlier so i asked if anything was wrong and that if he didn’t like what i had gave him.

i told him that his mom told me he was struggling with acne which was why i bought him some products.

i talked for good 4 minutes and somehow, my fingers pulling the threads of his bedsheet unconsciously as i spoke and that was when he took my fingers and stroking them.

later, he took my hands and caressed it and… it felt, soooo right, peach. his hands felt so warm on mine and when i finished telling him how sad i felt when he left without saying his regards, he smiled and apologized. he explained that he had a rough week and he was just caught off-guard.

he pat my head and said a genuine thank you (30 of them, actually) and caressed my ear. i asked if he was comfortable telling me what’s stressing him and we actually had a nice conversation for like, 35 minutes? i also noticed how his legs were enclosed around me 😭❤️

it started raining mid-convo and i actually had to leave before the rain got worse but i didn’t bring an umbrella with me. so, he actually offer to walk me home half-way before suggesting i take a bus. (we held hands while walking btw :))

it felt… so warm. and it’s so nice. i just got back home and i’m so… stunned and flabbergasted. holy smokes. what am i experiencing… 😭💗💗

❤️❤️❤️

[theoldandnewfirm]

Something Special

Fandom: Trollhunters (Tales of Arcadia)

Characters: Walter Strickler, Waltolomew Stricklander (Familiar), implied Barbara Lake/Walter Strickler (Stricklake)

Rating: G

Summary: Waltolomew/Will wants to make a Mother's Day card Barbara will remember. Inspired by a Reddit post that I can't find anymore, which is a pity because it was hilarious.

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“I don’t like it,” Will said.

“It” was the Mother’s Day card Will had crafted using what seemed to be every article from the 1,000-piece craft vault Nomura had cursed them with at Christmas. Walter looked up from his project—a calligraphed invitation to a weekend for two at the Plaza—and cast a weary eye over the decorative debris field surrounding his familiar before leaning over the table to examine his work.

The face of the card was occupied by what seemed to be a seafoam-colored worm holding a bean in a stubby protrusion on its trunk. A large pair of blue buttons and several orange pom-poms glued at the wider end of the worm suggested it was meant to be Barbara, or perhaps a deflating lion.

“No?” Walter said. “I think it’s very avant-garde.”

“What does that mean?”

That I have no clue what the hell I’m looking at. “That you’ve captured the, er, essence of motherhood in a way no one’s seen before.”

Will gave this feedback due consideration. Then his small mouth screwed up in a pout. “But I don’t like it.”

“Well, the artist is their own worst critic. What don’t you like about it?”

“It’s not special.”

“Oh, Will. It will be special because you made it.”

But that was no consolation either; if anything, Will’s expression grew dourer.

Just as Walter was about to suggest they leverage Hallmark’s expertise for this particular problem, Will gasped and looked up at him, beaming. “Mommy’s stickers!”

“‘Mommy’s stickers?’’”

“Her special stickers in the bathroom!”

Walter shook his head, bemused.

Will sprung up and tugged at his wrist. “C’mon, I’ll show you!”

Will lead him to the upstairs bathroom where he opened the vanity cabinet, peered in, then tugged out a box and held it up triumphantly.

"See? Mommy's stickers!"

Walter mostly succeeded in masking his laughter behind a violent coughing fit.

"Sorry, dear. Yes—ahem—yes. Mommy's stickers. Of course."

"Will she get mad if I use them?"

"No, I think—" he swallowed back another laugh, "no, I think she’ll be delighted actually.”

Will let out a whoop, clutched the box of pantyliners securely to his chest, then bounded past him towards the stairs.

Walter grinned. Barbara’s card would be avant-garde indeed.