#add this to the pile of 'fics i may have to write one day'

[lwh-writing]

Writing idea that has surely been done before, but I haven't seen for some unholy reason: the Baudelaires (a la Series of Unfortunate Events) are taken in by the Addams Family.

Mr. Poe drops the Baudelaires off at the Addams mansion and the poor kiddos almost have flashbacks because it reminds them of Count Olaf's mansion

They're fine though because they realize that the Addams mansion is actually stylish, as the Addams, unlike Olaf, have taste

Lurch shows them in and Morticia and Gomez are extremely welcoming, immediately treating the Baudelaires like their long-lost children despite the fact that they have A.) never met, and B.) are in fact their fifth cousins, three times removed

The Baudelaires get settled for the night and wake up the next morning to find out that the Addams are surprisingly good????

Like, the booby traps and odd turns of phrase are a bit concerning, but the moment they mentioned any unease, Morticia and Gomez began offering solutions to rectify that, and now Violet, Klaus, and Sunny have scheduled lessons on how to wield their weapons of choice, so.... it's going well?

Granny Frump is absolutely delighted to have a helper in the kitchen. Little Sunny is still learning her way around the more potent poisons, but her suggestions on the pufferfish were simply inspired.

Klaus has open access to the Addams' library and the various notes left in the margins of Frankenstein critiquing the "doctor's" necromancy techniques are both educational and hilarious

Violet meets Pugsley working on some bomb or other and the ensuing debate about how to best blow something up is the longest and most passionate conversation Violet has engaged in since before the Terrible Fire(TM).

Eventually Wednesday comes back from Nevermore Academy and the Baudelaires are like "Shit, this is where it all goes bad." But Wednesday just takes it in stride and now Klaus has found himself the test audience and editor of Wednesday's now-finished novel

The Baudelaires end up enjoying themselves immensely, which makes them kind of melancholy because they think about everyone they're missing, namely the Quagmires.

Gomez sees this and asks what's wrong and when they mention the Quagmires, he's just like "Ah, that's easily fixed! Let me call my brother!"

Uncle Fester shows up four days later with Duncan, Isadora, and Quigley in tow. Duncan and Isadora have not stopped hugging their long-lost triplet, but Quigley is perfectly alright with that, thankyouverymuch.

The Quagmires get settled and eventually one of the kid's finally ask "When are you going to try and steal our family fortune?" because none of the poor babies are used to genuine care and affection without some motive behind it

"Now why would we do that?" Morticia asks, "We have enough problems lavishly donating the billions we already have. Why would we possibly want more of the damned green paper?"

The Baudelaires and the Quagmires have a nice cry over this, and then get settled again, extremely happy and content with life

Count Olaf & co. try to come and pull their shit again, but they don't even get past the front door before the Addams scare them off.

School time rolls around again and Wednesday returns to Nevermore with all of her siblings. When asked what type of Outcast they are, they all just say "We're Addams's". The new, poor principal is just like "Yep, that tracks" and signs off on their admission papers with no further questions

#a series of unfortunate events #addams family #wednesday #long post #fanfic #crossover #add this to the pile of 'fics i may have to write one day'

[avocado-writing]

Hello and thank you for opening your requests! I always check on your blog before starting the day(and at the end of the day) ;) :D Would you write Aziraphale x reader dry humping fic (they're stuck in a closet unintentionally, literally pressed together, add to it existing sexual tension between them and you get some steamy clothing appreciation hehehe)

notes: a sequel to this! felt too perfect not to be a follow-up. no mentions of claustrophobia in this fic!

pairing: aziraphale x reader

rating: E, minors dni

The two of you may be seeing each other, but you still end up in the storeroom a lot. 

Aziraphale’s had a big order come in. You’re helping unload your post van, arms piled high with parcels which you’re depositing wherever there’s space - a task which is getting more and more difficult. 

“Aziraphale, where did you find all these?” you ask, placing a box as carefully as you can onto the top of what is quickly becoming a structurally unsound pile. 

“Sale, my darling. You opened my eyes to the wonders of online shopping,” he says, beaming. You flush a little. You’re still getting used to him calling you darling. You love the way it sounds when it’s from his mouth meant for your ears.

Aziraphale pulls you in for a kiss when your hands are free. You alight them on his plush hips and open your mouth a little to accept what he offers. You will never get tired of kissing him, never, never. 

The door swings shut of its own volition and you allow yourself to be a little more forward. You run your hands along his back before taking a decent handful of arse and squeezing. You feel him smile against your mouth. 

“You, my dear, will drive me to sin.”

“Oh, I do hope so.”

The sound of the shop door opening makes both of you still. At once the two of you turn towards the door. 

“Hello? Mr Fell?”

Aziraphale looks confused. You’re not a stranger to the residents of this street so you mouth: ‘Mr Brown?’ The bookseller rolls his eyes and nods in agreement. 

Slowly and silently, he clicks the lock on the door closed. There’s an inside one now, installed after your last unfortunate - or not so unfortunate? - incident. You have to smother your laugh with a hand to your mouth, and Aziraphale helps you with another kiss. 

You’re suddenly aware of how close the two of you are. Legs interlocked, thighs pressing to each other’s sexes over clothes.

He’s clocked it too because when you look up, his eyes are wide. You’re aware of just how thick and warm he is all of a sudden. It’s… exhilarating. 

And just as you go to extract yourself from the position, he presses up into you. 

Another kiss to muffle. You clutch at his collar, his jacket - fuck, even his bloody bow tie to try and show him how much you’re fine with what’s about to happen. Because as he drags the width of his leg along you, there will only be one outcome. 

“Mr Fell, your shop was left open. Are you about?”

Mr Brown begins to pace the room outside. Pressed together, chest to chest and lip to lip, Aziraphale begins rutting dryly against you. It doesn’t take long for you to feel his heavenly cock harden in his trousers and your sex begins to respond in kind. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about planning permission for the street.”

He’s near the storeroom now. If you’re too loud he’ll hear. Instead you bite down on the meat of Aziraphale’s neck to quiet yourself, clamping a hand over his mouth to make sure he doesn’t cry out in pleasure. Aziraphale quickens his pace. He knows what he needs, what you both need, and he’ll get you there. He presses the plain of his palm to the apex of your legs too, to help you along a little more, just a bit more, so close —

You come in your pants like a teenager. Judging from the hitch in his breath, you’re certain Aziraphale has as well. He fucks through the aftershocks against your leg, both of you slumping against each other in exhaustion. 

“I’ll come back later then,” Mr Brown sighs, clearly believing the shop to be empty. The ruse worked. When you hear the sound of the bell going to prove he’s gone, the two of you collapse into giggles. 

“You, Mr Fell, are more of a risk taker than I thought.”

After all that time trying to convince you to call him by his first name, Aziraphale decides he doesn’t actually mind hearing you address him that way… in the right place, of course. 

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#aziraphale x reader #request #michael sheen x reader

[trashboatprince]

Oh i just thought of a prompt idea! Aziraphale trying to write a book? Maybe under estimating how easy it would be?

Hahaha, the massive difference between reading something and writing something.

On with the fic!

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"Angel!" Crowley shouted as he loudly threw open the doors to the bookshop. "You in? Cause I know you are, I can sense your 'goody-goody' angel essence here. Plus, you tend to call me when you're gonna take a little trip or do somethin' for Heaven."

He glanced around, there looked to be more dust than usual, and he could smell the unmistakable scent of forgotten tea cups. Bleh.

Which means that Aziraphale either found a new, ancient tome to pour over for days to make sure he reads every single thing, examines every damn, little detail. Or, he's bookbinding/repairing for a commission and completely forgot about everything else in the world, including answering his blasted phone.

Crowley rolled his eyes and headed right for Aziraphale's work space, and as he got closer, he seemed to pick up on a ticking sound. And a metallic ding, followed by some odd sound, then more ticking.

Gosh, that's a combo of noises Crowley hadn't heard in person in ages, mainly you heard it in movies or TV shows from bygone times. Or, when Aziraphale decided to pull it out of its case and use it because his ancient-as-anything computer just won't cut it.

Peeking into the work space, Crowley found a mess.

Papers everywhere, stacked into what had to be piles of organized chaos, or simply discarded, judging by some of the crumbled up paper balls. And there was Aziraphale, with several cups that may or may not contain mold, glaring as he rapidly typed away at a typewriter that had to be from the 1890s.

Aziraphale growled and yanked out the paper. "No, no! Terrible, all of those were incorrect for the scene! Fine, attempt number fifteen should be it..."

The typewriter suddenly had paper again and Aziraphale began typing away, muttering under his breath.

"Hell's teeth, angel, what's all this about?" Crowley asked, picking up one of the discarded papers. He looked at what was on it, and it seemed to be dialogue between two characters, though the conversation was very prissy, very Aziraphale-like.

Aziraphale squeaked and turned, blinking owlishly behind his little glasses. "Oh! Good... uhh... what time is it, dear?"

"It's 10 in the morning."

"Ah! Right, good morning! Dreadfully sorry, been a bit busy lately."

"I can see that." Crowley tossed the paper aside. "You writin' somethin'?"

Aziraphale looked excited. "I am! I decided that it's about time that I add to the literary world, and not just contribute to it through my reading!"

"So, you're trying to write a book." The demon picked up a few more pages. "This is why I haven't heard from you for over a week?"

"It's been over a week since we had brunch?" Aziraphale blinked. "Gosh, I seem to have been more into my work than I thought."

Crowley snorted, tossing the other papers aside into the mess. Then he stopped, and a big, toothy grin came to him. "Brunch! Oooh! This is why you're writing a book, isn't it? Cause I told you that it's a lot of work for good literature, after you complained about all those annoying books that 'popular' authors these days just churn out every two months! You were all 'It takes time and effort for memorable books, anyone who doesn't just want the next paycheck can do it'."

Aziraphale huffed and fixed his bowtie. "I stand by that, Crowley. And it's true, a love for writing and reading can create amazing stories. And I decided to prove my point!"

"From all this paper, and how pissed you looked when I came in, it's not going very well?"

"Well..." The angel coughed, looking away and back at the typewriter, "it is a work in progress, and not everyone can create a masterpiece on the first attempt! Besides, I think I'm onto something with my story, finally! Inspiration struck me and I've been on a roll, I just have to make sure I get everything right! I will not settle for anything less with this specific plot!"

"Uh huh. And what's it about?"

Aziraphale's cheeks pinked and he tugged at his vest. "W-well, it's a secret, I'm not ready to reveal the plot just yet!"

Crowley grabbed a random page off the pile next to him and cleared his throat. "'It would be the most magical of nights, if one excuses the pun, of course. A chance to show my skills to a real audience, on the West End of all places!' I think I can take a wild guess as to what this-"

The page was snatched from Crowley's hands and Aziraphale shoved it into his vest, hiding it from the demon. His face was red and he looked embarrassed. "It's a secret! No reading!"

Crowley chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Fine, I'll just have to wait for when it's finally released. You'll have to let me know when it's available, I'd just love to read it." He lowered his glasses to give the angel a wink before snatching up the forgotten tea cups.

"Now, how about we take a little break, Mr. Writer Man. We can do brunch again."

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Aziraphale seems like the sort of writer who won't settle for anything less than perfect if he's gonna write something based on his life. And that magical night in 1941 must be correct!

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #john's drabbles

[justapalspal]

DAY 1 BINGO CARD PROGRESS

Last night I started my bingo fic reading and comment writing challenge by reading one and a half chapters of a fic that checks off “tkb centric” “tkb has his own body” and “gemship shenanigans” and adds to my tally for “five completed multichap fics” “five under 50k fics”and “five post-canon fics”

I will be marking these once I complete the fic, so for now, we’re still at zero spaces crossed out. Once I finish it though I’ll have three spaces marked off and 1/5 marked for three others!! Yatta!!

There’s some shorter fics on my tbr that I may try tackling today, so we’ll see if I get to them or continue reading the longfic instead. Either way, progress is progress!!

And I almost forgot to mention—I’m thinking I’ll go with a 31 day challenge for this if only to give myself more time to read fic at a slower pace given my projected personal schedule the next few weeks. So yesterday was day 1, and today is day 2, and tomorrow will be day 3, etc etc.

With that amount of time I have high hopes that I’ll at least get one bingo out of my tbr pile lmaooo!!

#ramble #pal’s bingo card adventure

[jahayla-parker]

Hi!

I love your fics and I have one for Peter if that's alright??

Peter, being the superhero that he is, is constantly running late to school. Eventually, the headmaster gets sick of it and punishes Peter (by forcing him to audition for the school musical)

Peter hates the idea at first, but he has no choice and is forced to do it. The headmaster tells him that his best friend (the reader) is also auditioning.

When Peter eventually finds her, he asks her what musical they're doing. She tells him it's Beauty and the Beast. She's very excited about Peter auditioning.

When auditions come around, everyone is very shocked at how good Peters voice is, and the teacher gives him the role of the Beast (the reader of course getting the role of Belle)

As rehearsals go on, Peter slowly starts to fall for the reader. On opening night, Peter confesses to the reader that he likes her and they kiss. (Maybe throw in them rehearsing the ballroom scene as well?)

Hope you get better soon! 🙏

Worth The Embarrassment and Disappointment: Peter Parker x Reader

Hi my little lovely anon! Sorry this took so long to post, I hit a slump after getting sick but I am back now!

Thank you for requesting this, I hope you like it! Also, I am writing this from Peter's POV since I think given how it transpires it would be best that way; hope that's okay!

Also, I am leaving this without a photo as I want it to be a neutral Peter not a specific Tom!Peter or Andrew!Peter only, but picture whoever you'd like!

For that reason, P/B/F is referenced which is just Peter's best friend, so that can be Ned, Harry, etc.

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Peter's P.O.V.:

"Mr. Parker, this is your third tardy this week alone!" Mrs. Mcarthy, our headmaster, scolds, staring at me as I fidget in my seat across from her. I was out late last night for patrol and overslept again. I sigh and nod, knowing there is nothing I can say to fix it. "Is something going on at home?" she asks, leaning back in her desk chair as her eyes fall to the pile of papers on her desk in between us. "No ma'am" I quickly utter, not wanting the school to judge May for my mistakes. "Hmm. Shall I call your aunt and notify her as to how much school you've been missing?" she asks, marking something on her notepad.

"No!" I panic, "I mean, no ma'am. May is very busy as is. I promise to make up any homework and tests I missed!". May knows about patrol but our deal was that if I patrolled on a school night that it would not interfere with my attendance or academic performance the next day. Headmaster Mcarthy taps her pen on her desk a few times as she seems to ponder what to do. Maybe I could- "Alright Mr. Parker. I will make you a deal. If you catch up on any missed assignments and do one other thing, I will not notify your aunt and will not let this impact your attendance record," she says, correcting her posture.

"Absolutely! Thank you Ma'am" I say, feeling much less anxious. "Oh, what is the other thing?" I ask as I recall there was more to the bargain. "You will be auditioning for the school musical" she smiles. I feel my stomach drop, "what?!". "Yes, the drama department has notified me they are worried not many will audition this year as a" she begins, looking down at her notes for a moment "Mr. Thompson, has been going around spreading rumors about last year's lead". Great, even more of a reason to not want to do this. "Mrs. Mcarthy, with all due respect-" I begin to argue, but she cuts me off with a wave of her hand. "This is not up for debate Mr. Parker. If you do not show up to auditions, or do not accept the role given to you after auditions, the tardies will remain on your record and your aunt will be notified" she states. I nod and sigh softly. However, she seems to hear it, "cheer up boy, your best friend Y/N, is said to be auditioning this year". For some unknown reason, I can't help but smile softly at that information. Probably because at least I won't suffer alone in this. I mutter a thank you as I grab my bag to rush out. I need to leave before she tries to add anything else to my punishment.

"Woah Parker, no need to run! I'm sure you'll make it to the bathroom in time this time" I hear Flash laugh as I dart into the hall. I groan, he will never let me live that down. A few weeks ago I was running late, again, I know, and knocked into a girl who had an open water bottle in her hands... needless to say it spilled when I crashed into her and unfortunately for me soaked the front of my clothes. It was clear it was not pee as it was all the way to my chest but of course, Flash did not care about that as long as it made me embarrassed. "Shut it Flash, we all know that was water" someone yells back, causing me to smile knowing it to be Y/N. "We don't know that Y/N" Flash argues, glaring across the hall. I turn my attention to where he is staring and smile as I make eye contact with her. "Yes we do" she says, rolling her eyes, "besides, do we really want to talk about people having accidents?" she asks raising an eyebrow as she looks over at him. "Hey! You would have too if you had just met Spider-Man!" he defends, causing me to bite my lip in order to not start laughing. Y/N doesn't bother though and shakes her head as she laughs, "I'm not the one with a huge crush on Spider-Man, I think I'd be fine" she smirks as she walks towards me. The smile on my face wavers slightly. I am not sure why, given I am obviously aware she knows I am Spider-Man and therefore know she did not freak out about meeting Spider-Man the way Flash did when he saw Spider-Man on our class trip. But, something is upsetting me nonetheless. Think Parker, you're a smart guy, you can figure this out!

"Don't let him get you down Petey" Y/N says as she comes over and wraps her arms around me for a hug. I push my confusion to the side and decide to think about it later instead. Smiling, I wrap my arms around her and give her a hug, "I'm not". She pulls back and nods as she brushes her hair behind her left ear, "why were you running though?". "Oh, I was trying to get away from Ms. Mcarthy" I admit, rubbing the back of my neck. She laughs and shakes her head, "First it was nuns that terrified you, now it is headmasters too?". I feel my cheeks warm and the embarrassment of being embarrassed in front of her makes them warm up even more. Get yourself together Peter! "No, no! I just got in trouble for being late" I begin, trying to clear up the confusion in hopes of redeeming myself.

"Again Peter?" she sighs, pouting slightly. I press my lips together and shrug, "it was a long night". She nods and reaches out to place her hands on the sides of my arms as she looks me over, "did you get hurt?". I shake my head, "No, y/n/n, I'm fine. I meant to come over last night but got caught up and didn't want to risk waking you". She smiles softly at me, "I appreciate that Pete, but you know I don't mind. I wasn't aware May was letting you go out on a school night again is all". "Well, she was. If she finds out I have been late almost each day this week though, I think she will go back to restricting that again" I frown.

"You've got a hard life Peter" Y/n sarcastically says, patting my shoulder as she spins around to walk next to me. "Actually I do, cause it turns out I will be auditioning for the play" I tell her, causing her to stop and turn to face me. "First of all, it is a musical Peter. Secondly, since when do you enjoy that type of thing?" she asks. "Hey! I enjoy watching you in them, I just don't enjoy being in them myself" I defend, recalling attending each of the musicals and plays she was in over the last several years. She blushes and smiles, "well, then why are you auditioning?". "Headmaster Mcarthy is making me" I explain, gently grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around so we can keep walking and not be late to our next class. The last thing I need is to be late to another class. "Oh the horror. How ever will you survive?" she laughs, linking her elbow with mine. I tense momentarily before scolding myself to relax. This has been happening for the last several weeks whenever I touch her, it is like this rush of energy goes through my whole body. I tried talking to P/B/F about it the first time it happened but he tried to make it into a joke about how I must like-like Y/n. Not that liking her would be a joke, she is amazing and I absolutely would understand someone having a crush on her. But, I don't, she's my best friend. "Peter, you good?" I hear her voice ask tenderly, snapping me out of my racing thoughts yet again today.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. Just thinking" I tell her, forcing a smile onto my face. She gives me a skeptical look but nods, "you'll do fine Peter. The auditions are after school today but they will give you a script so no need to memorize anything, just read from that". If only the musical was the main thing I was focused on. I nod, "what show is it?". "It is Beauty and the Beast!" she says quietly as we enter the science lab, but I can hear the excitement in her voice and I smile knowing how happy she must be that the school is finally doing a Disney musical. "Who knows, maybe you'll get the role of Chip!" she giggles. I laugh with her as we take our seats, "you think so lowly of me that I would only be assigned Chip?". She shrugs, "hey, don't knock Chip, he's cute!". I find myself blushing but before I can even question why, she smiles and turns to face the front of the room as our teacher begins his lecture.

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"What the hell Peter!" Y/n whispers aggressively, as she softly smacks my arm with the back of her hand. "What?!" I ask defensively. "You never told me you could sing like that!" she says causing me to blush. "Was it okay?" I ask, laughing softly. "Okay?! Peter, look around. No one was expecting that!" she says, pointing around the room. I bite my lip as I notice everyone staring at me. Jen Fisher, the most attractive junior winks at me as my eyes scan the room. I blush and quickly turn back to Y/N for comfort. She rolls her eyes, "anyways, we should hear roles here soon after the next two people audition". I look up at the stage to see the two remaining people in line waiting for their signal. I nod and turn around to see if Jen is still looking at me. When I do, I see she is walking over to me. "Oh my gosh" I say, uncertain on what to do. "What?" Y/n asks before she notices Jen, "oh. Well... have fun with that". "Wait, you're just going to leave me?" I ask, offended. "Yes Peter. I am not going to just stand here and watch her flirt with you... that would be.. weird" she says, walking off. I sigh, not wanting her to leave. "Hey Peter, that was quite an audition," Jen says, playing with her fake blond hair.

"Alright everyone, roles have been decided, please listen up" the drama club teacher says, grabbing his clipboard. Jen sighs realizing I won't be able to answer the fifth question she's asked me. To be honest, most of them did not make sense and it was clear she was trying to make small talk but was not good at it. I glance around the room, trying to find Y/N. I finally find her and frown upon seeing that she is standing with Brad Davis. I don't trust that guy, and Y/n deserves better than him. I try to remind myself that Y/n has assured me that despite his attempts to ask her out, they are not dating. I know I shouldn't care, but I just don't want her to get hurt. "Hey, maybe you'll get the role of Beast and then we can kiss" Jen says, causing my head to snap back towards her as my face heats up. She smiles and turns back to the teacher.

After I process what she just said, I find myself looking back over at Y/n. This time though, she is looking back at me and gives me a soft smile. I debate walking over to her but before I can decide, the drama club teacher has begun to list who has which role. I sigh and turn my attention back to the front of the room, knowing I should probably pay attention to what role I have. "Patrick, you will be playing Chip" he says. I bite back a laugh as I don't want him to think I am laughing at him, but rather the fact I will not be playing Chip after all. I glance over to Y/N and see her shrug playfully at me causing me to smile. "Peter, you will play Beast" he says, causing me to freeze. Did he just say Peter?! "Yay" Jen giggles, clapping her hands.

I quickly turn to fully face the direction Y/N is in and she smiles at me and gives me an enthusiastic thumbs up. I blush and try not to panic. I've never done a show before and now I have the lead?! Y/n seems to notice my concern and gives me a nod and whispers 'you've got this, I'll help' knowing my Spidey hearing will pick up on it. Brad places his hand on her back as he asks what she said. I roll my eyes and begin to walk over towards them when I hear someone let out a high-pitched scream. I snap my head in the direction it came from and see Jen looks upset. "I am playing Mrs. Potts?!" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest, "who is playing Belle?!". "I was just getting there, Belle will be played by none other than our Y/N" he says and I smile and instantly look back over to her. She is blushing and staring at the ground as everyone claps, but I can see the prideful smile she is wearing.

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"Okay, Petey, you have to be more serious" Y/N pouts, setting the script down on my bed. "Sorry, sorry! I just keep thinking of the scene where we're going to have to kiss" I admit, biting my lip. She blushes, "why Peter? We aren't even to that yet". "I don't know" I say, but I do know. Ever since realizing what the roles we were assigned meant for us, I've been on edge and trying to joke around in order to stall us reaching that scene. There are so many things that could wrong. What if the kiss is bad?! What is the kiss is good?! What do I want the kiss to be?! What does she want the kiss to be?! What if we don't want the same thing? What if we do want the same thing?. Her sighing brings my attention back to our current situation, "Peter, please. I know this isn't that important to you, but it is to me".

"I'm sorry y/n/n, I know it's important to you, and therefore it is to me too. I'll stop messing around" I assure her, feeling guilty for letting her down when she has been trying to help me. "I'm not asking you to completely stop Peter, just we've been on this scene for like 20 minutes" she laughs. I smile as I hear her laugh and know she is not truly mad.

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"That went really well I think" Y/n cheers as we leave rehearsals. I laugh and nod, feeling happy she is so cheerful. I love seeing her this happy. "Uh.... hey Y/n/n?" I ask, scratching the back of my head nervously. "Yeah Petey?" she asks, smiling at me. God that smile. It probably took longer than it should have for me to realize I was falling for my best friend. Maybe if I had noticed it earlier I could have stopped it. But, did I really want to stop myself? The answer is no, but I also knew I didn't want to lose her as a friend. I haven't seen anything that suggests she likes me back so I have been keeping it to myself but it is killing me. Each time I see her in the hall between classes, join her in science class, or rehearse with her I have such conflicting emotions. Y/N has always been a comfort to me, and still is, but lately, I am also nervous around her now that I know how I feel and realized all the embarrassing things she's seen me do. Rehearsals are the hardest given it is a romantic relationship between our characters despite us not being together ourselves. The worst though is when we rehearse at her house or mine because then there are no other distractions I can use to clear my mind. Since we are not in a relationship, the school said it would be inappropriate for them to ask us to kiss for the sake of a musical so each time we get to the scene where we thought we'd be kissing, I get disappointed each time it doesn't happen.

"Petey, you're spacing off again" I hear her laugh causing me to immediately blush. "Sorry" I mumble, hating myself in that moment. "You don't need to apologize, you sure you're okay?" she asks as she has been the last two times she has caught me zoning out as my thoughts race. It is not only embarrassing, but I don't want her thinking I am not paying attention to her. I'd hate for her to think I didn't care enough about her to listen to her completely. I could listen to her go on and on for hours about the color white if she wanted to. Thankfully she hasn't, but if she did, I would listen without complaint just to be able to be with her and hear her. "Yeah, sorry... Just nervous" I say, pulling myself together at the last moment. "May wanted to see if you'd like to join us for dinner tonight.. I was thinking maybe since the final dress rehearsal is tomorrow, maybe you want to come over and we can rehearse a bit too" I say and instantly regret adding that aspect. She probably would have come over just for dinner, she has before. Yet now I have put myself in a place to get disappointed again. She smiles and nods, "awe! sure, let me just text my mom".

"That seemed to go well" May says as I help her clean up the dishes. "What?" I ask, drying the clean one she hands me. "Tonight, you didn't seem as bummed when she left. Did something happen?" she smiles. "MAY!" I groan, leaning on the counter. "Alright, alright! I was just asking" she laughs, handing me another dish. I sigh and grab the dish, "nothing happened May. Nothing ever happens outside of rehearsal".

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"Does this look okay?" Y/n asks, spinning around in her Belle dress. I smile widely at her and nod. "Are you sure? I feel like this part is a bit unflattering" she laughs, running her hands over part of the dress. "No!" I correct and mentally cringe at how rushed it came out. "No, you look beautiful" I admit, blushing. She blushes and shuffles her feet, "thanks Peter. Maybe I should wear yellow more often". Before I can stop myself, the next confession is out of my mouth, "you always look beautiful". Her eyes widen as her blush darkens and she bites her lip, "oh... thank you Pete". I could get used to causing her to blush. "Why don't you go try your's on?" she asks, smiling at me. Even though I had no intention of actually putting it on tonight I know I can't tell her no so I nod and rush off to backstage.

"This looks really good Peter" she says, running her hands over the material of my costume. My body seemingly cannot decide if it wants to melt into her touch or freeze and it is so uncomfortable. I am going to have to tell her how I feel soon because this is brutal. "No fur yet?" she laughs, stroking my face with her hand. My eyes snap up to look at her, "oh.. uh no, they said I only need it tomorrow for the performance. It is kinda itchy". She giggles and nods, "well you look great". I blush, "thank you Y/n/n". "Alright everyone, let's run the ballroom scene with everyone in costume once and then we will call it a night so you can rest before tomorrow" Mr. Maxim, the drama club teacher says.

Don't step on her toes. To the left. Now to the right. Stop looking at your feet and look at her. I mentally groan as I keep correcting myself in an attempt to not mess up. When I do focus back on Y/N, I see her smiling at me as she grips my hand tightly. During the other rehearsals, she mentioned this scene making her anxious, which is another reason I wanted to get my part correct for her. I smile at her hoping to calm her nerves a bit and it seems to do the trick as she softens her grip on my hand. I squeeze her hand and continue the dance, my eyes never leaving her face. At the end of the dance, her face is so close to mine I have to physically restrain myself from leaning in to kiss her. "That was great everyone, make sure to sleep enough tonight. See you all tomorrow!" Mr. Maxim says. I sigh and step back, letting go of her body. She gives me a small smile, "I should probably head straight home tonight. But I will see you tomorrow Peter". I nod and say goodnight, feeling upset yet again at how it ended. I've got to tell her.

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"Whew, opening night tonight" Y/n says, pacing backstage. "Y/n/n, breathe. You've got this! Plus, I'll be right there with you" I tell her as I grab her hand to stop her from walking to the right again. She smiles and nods, "you're right, thanks Peter. We've got this". Well, I don't know if we've got this, as I am going to really have to act like I am not upset when it comes to the scene we could've kissed at. Nonetheless, in order to not make her more nervous, I smile and pull her in for a hug.

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"Oh my gosh! Peter! That went so well! Thank you!" Y/n cheers, wrapping her arms around me the second we get backstage. The fake smile I wore on stage slowly morphs into a real one as I wrap my arms around her. "You did amazing Y/n/n" I tell her. She pulls back to look up at me, "you did to Petey! Did you have fun?". I bite my lip and nod. She pulls all the way away and frowns, "really? You didn't have fun at all?". "What? No, I-" I begin, trying to fix this. "Don't you dare try to lie to me Parker" she says, crossing her arms over her chest. How does she look so breathtaking even when she is mad at me? "I wasn't lying! I just..." I begin, looking at the ground. I know I should just tell her, but if it upsets her I don't want to ruin tonight for her.

"Peter, what is it?" she asks, grabbing my hand, "why didn't you have fun?". "I did! I just was kind of disappointed" I mumble. "About what?" she asks softly. "The kissing scene," I say, knowing there is no point in trying to hide anymore. "There was no kissing scene Peter" she says, confused. "I know, that's why I was upset" I admit, blushing. "Oh.. Wait, what? Are you saying that..?" she begins, mumbling as she tries to finish her question. I sigh and take a step back so I can see her completely.

"What I'm saying is that I'm not sure when it truly started, but lately I have realized that I like you, like like you like you" I start, cringing at how many times I just said the word like. "You like me?" she asks, eyes widening as she stares at me in shock. I nod, "I do, yeah. A lot actually". She blushes and comes closer to me, "why didn't you say anything before now?". "I wasn't sure how you'd react" I admit, "and I didn't want to be even more disappointed". "Peter, did you ever think maybe you wouldn't have had to be disappointed at all?" she smirks. "What do y-" I ask, but am cut off as she leans in and presses her soft lips to mine. I smile and wrap my arms around her as I kiss her back. "Do you.. you l-" I ramble as we pull back, an embarrassingly large grin o my face. "Yes, I like you too Peter" she smiles, causing my heart to somehow speed up even more than it did during the kiss. She likes me back! I smile knowing that she likes me despite all the embarrassing things I’ve done and now I know my disappointment was worth it to have our first kiss be like this instead. 

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[dcbbw]

In Progress

Hello, fellow tumblrs! I know I haven’t been around as much, and for sure not as engaged as I used to be. Can I just say that since 2019, my professional and personal lives have been filled with next-level adulting and living the consequences of other folks’ life choices. Add on that 2020-3 has been a major Groundhog Day cluster, and that’s my life now.

Maybe I’ll return to my Good Daughter WIP and write it ALLLLL out. Maybe I’ll discover I’m not alone with my frustration, anger, and innermost thoughts. Or you all will find out just who I am when I take off my masks and allow myself to be vulnerable in front of God.

We’ll see.

In the meantime, I have been working on some writing and hopefully in the very near future, I’ll be posting some things for your reading pleasure super soon (if you’re interested; I know you guys have options).

Snippets and synopses are below the cut. Everything is in a form of draft, and final editions may vary.

 Trudy Sloane (#Sloane Washington Appreciation Week)

Song Inspo: Closer, Gaopele

Sloane Washington sat on the side of her bed, running her palms over her face. A twinge of pain in her shoulder caused her to roll her neck in an attempt to alleviate the hurt. She exhaled a quiet sigh as her eyes opened; they blinked as they adjusted to the darkness.  

The quiet in her domicile sounded … different. Despite having shared her space with not one, but two people for months, it was no longer a temporary thing. Sloane extended her left hand, feeling the heaviness of the engagement ring on her third finger permeate her entire body.  

Gertrude Sloane Washington was engaged. To be married. The permanence of her answer changed everything. Or perhaps nothing. Time would tell. Naked, she rose and padded silently across the bedroom floor to a rocking chair that sat in a corner of the room. There was just enough moonlight eking through the closed blinds for her to make out her robe laying atop the pile of unfolded laundry that sat on the chair’s seat.  

Her hair, normally plaited in an elaborate coronet braid, was twisted into two thick ponytails, one hanging over each shoulder blade. She lifted the tresses while black polyester fabric whispered against soft, almond-colored skin as she shrugged into the covering. Sloane glanced over at the still-sleeping body in the bed; it heaved slightly and rhythmically, in sync with slumber-filled breath.  

Khaan Mousavi. The man who would be her husband.  

Sloane walked over, feeling the stickiness from their earlier coupling between her honeyed thighs before scooping her cellphone from the end table and exiting the room.  

 The Poisoned Apple (Birthday Fic for @bebepac)

Song Inspo: Somewhere in the Universe, Pity Party

“Nico,” she called out in an authoritative voice.  

No answer.  

She jiggled her wrist and forearm, causing the handcuff tethering her to the bed’s guardrail to rattle. “I know you hear me,” she taunted.  

Pain, disgust, and desire coursed through his blood as Nico tensed at her words, at the very sound of her voice.  

He hated her. She had murdered his son. His only child.  

He loved her. He had loved her mother first, and as with her mother, Nico found himself vying with another for her affections, her attentions.  

The Brooks/Rys women were trouble. Difficult, messy, drama magnets.  

Dangerous.  

“I’m not guilty of Nicolai’s death yet, and I never will be. The hand-picked congress my dear father is pulling out of his ass as we speak to ensure my innocence will make certain of that.” 

Nico finally turned away from the windows, a disdainful expression on his face and a smirk on his lips. “Oh, is that why the King of Cordonia has placed you in a psych ward under a 72-hour hold? Because you’re so innocent? Or is it because of your true lineage?” 

The girl’s eyes narrowed threateningly. “Mind your words and your tone, Guard. I am still the heir to the Cordonian throne.” 

“Are you?” He moved slowly, deliberately closer to the bed. “Being a royal, there may not be actions taken against you for taking my son’s life, but there will be consequences.” 

For the first time since Crown Princess Eleanor had been admitted to the facility, uncertainty flickered in her chocolate-brown eyes and a frisson of fear licked at her belly. No one saw her with Nicolai; no one saw her push her him off the cliff’s edge.  

Everything hinged on her story, and as the only witness to her boyfriend’s death from an “accidental fall”, her story was the truth.  

Her eyes followed Nico’s movements as he drew closer to her: the stealth-like way he walked, his shoes making no noise against the floor; the rigidness in his broad shoulders; the blank expression on his face, as if Ellie were an everyday object.  

“Nicolai fell! He lost his footing and fell.” 

Nico shook his head slightly. “Too convenient. My son, a King’s Guardsman, lost his footing on dry land the day after he discovered us naked together? You killed him, and you owe me the why, Eleanor.” 

 Partner Knows Best (Ask from @peonierose)

Song Inspo: Rollin’, Blessing Offor

Who knows who best? That is the question, and hopefully I can provide some answers. Debating between using the Him & Her crew (Mermaids, Riam, SGL x Riley B., UnRomance Liam x Riley) and the DC AU crew; leaning towards Him & Her because I have ideas/plans for DC.

Below are their questions; let me know in the comments if you have any better ones!

·         Who’s the early riser? 

·         Go-to breakfast? 

·         What’s their love language? 

·         Sun, snow, rain? 

·         Who initiates sex? 

·         Who loves harder? 

·         First to apologize? 

·         One must-have if stranded on a deserted island? 

·         Who’s the better communicator? 

·         Who’s the better driver? 

·         Who’s needier when they’re ill? 

·         Who’s more likely to walk away from the relationship? 

·         Where do you see the relationship in five years? 

 Hell to the Hail (ask from @peonierose)

No song inspo yet

The DC AU gang celebrate a belated Valentine’s Day together (I call it PALentine’s), where Leo gloats over the Kansas City Chiefs’ 2nd Superbowl win, much to a salty a.f. SGL’s dismay.

Also, working on updating next chapters of Mermaids, Discontent, Platinum AU; a Commoner’s Wife one-shot; and quite possibly some Liara for Kiara Theron Appreciation Week.

Thanks for reading, and sticking with me during this ongoing, long-running trying time. Your support, encouragement, and care mean the absolute WORLD to me!

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[thefluffychipmunk]

A Hallmark Movie

Fruity Four Advent Calendar day 4: hallmark movie. So this kind of got away from me. It was just supposed to be a little short fic. It snowballed. This is even cut down from what my brain wanted to write. So I may, at some point, go back to this fic and flesh it out, expand some scenes, add a few I had to cut. Maybe. One day. It certainly won’t be before this advent calendar fun is over. 

(If anyone has done the math, this takes place in 2001. Everyone kept their original birth dates.)

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  Eddie Munson was many things. He was 35 years old. He was tall, handsome in an unconventional way with his teased up curls and honey brown eyes. He was metal, but he was soft. He was the quintessential rags to riches story. He was a failure, but he was also a success. He was the lead singer and guitarist for world famous heavy metal band Corroded Coffin. He was also the main lyricist. 

He had writer’s block.

He was losing faith in everything. He hadn’t written a single good song in over two years. The band was getting restless. The fans were getting judgy. Pop and grunge and r&b groups were putting out an album a year, sometimes more, but Corroded Coffin hadn’t released so much as a single in two. 

His band was on the verge of breaking up and it was all his fault.

“I’m going home,” he told them one evening after tossing out idea after terrible idea. “Reset. Maybe I just need a change of scenery.” They agreed without fight and everyone went their separate ways. He could only hope it wasn’t the last time.

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  Wayne met him in Indianapolis at the airport. He fell into his uncle’s arms and didn’t let go for a solid five minutes. He was tired. He was so so tired. Of everything.

Eddie was uncharacteristically quiet on the drive home, the drive to a house Eddie had never actually lived in, but was home anyway. Because it was where Wayne lived, the house Eddie had bought him after his first big advance. Wherever Wayne was would always be home.

Wayne didn’t say anything, but he kept looking over with concern. Eddie was rarely quiet. He collapsed into the spare bedroom, his room with all his stuff that Wayne set up when he moved, even though Eddie had never been back to it. He didn’t move for the rest of the day.

It was the middle of November. Eddie rambled around the house. He didn’t write a single thing.

It was Thanksgiving. Eddie rambled around the house. He didn’t write a single thing.

It was the start to a very chilly December. Eddie rambled around the house. He still hadn’t written a single thing.

“C’mon, son. Time to quit your moping. We’re going to get a Christmas tree.” Wayne said, dragging Eddie off the couch and pushing him towards the shower.

“But it’s only December 1st! It’s too early.”

“We need some cheer ‘round here. So we’re going.” Wayne countered. Eddie looked around. There were blankets and clothes all over the furniture. He’d left dishes piled on the coffee table. He didn’t even have the lights on, a dull grey din filtering through the living room windows.

“It’s Saturday. It’ll be crowded.” Wayne just glared at him.

“You ain’t done nothing but move from the bedroom to the living room to the kitchen and back again. Time to do something. So we’re going to decorate.” Eddie grumped about it, but he got in the shower anyway.

An hour later they were pulling up to a bustling Christmas tree lot in the middle of town. Lights were strung up around the perimeter fence and there were fresh cut wreaths and garland on every post. Trees of various sizes already in netting lined the entire fence and there were trees in stands in circular rows inside, a whole maze of them. There was a shiny new sign at the opening in the fence, hand painted by the looks of it.

Buckley-Wheeler Christmas Tree Farm Established 1987

Lot hours 11am-6pm Wed-Sun. Closed Monday and Tuesday

Cut your own by appointment only

It was, indeed, quite crowded. Families milled about with small children running between the trees. Men hemmed and hawed at every tree their wives picked out. Women measured twice before moving to something else. Somewhere a dog barked. 

Wayne dragged him to a small shed in the middle of the lot. It was hidden in the center of the maze of trees. There were two women inside chatting. They looked about his age but he didn’t really remember them. They were familiar in the way most people his age were. He might have seen them around, but he didn’t know them.

“Ladies.” Wayne took off his ballcap and rubbed at his shaved head. He never was much of a people person.

“Mr. Munson! It’s so good to see you again!” the woman behind the table with a small cash register exclaimed. She stood and ran around the table to give him a hug. Eddie just blinked, not sure what he was witnessing. Wayne didn’t know anybody. Wayne didn’t do people.

“Hello, Eddie.” a quiet but confident voice said from behind the table. It was the other woman who had been sitting there. 

“You know me?” he asked, glancing behind him to make sure she was talking to him. Of course she was, though. He might not feel it, but he was still famous.

“Of course I do. We all do. Who could forget your lunch table rants? Small town famous before you made it big.” He blinked at her. He had no idea who she was. She stepped forward and held out her hand. He shook it. 

“I’m Nancy Wheeler. The woman talking your uncle’s ear off is my partner, Robin Buckley. We run the tree farm.”

“How do you know my uncle?” he asked. He didn’t mean to sound suspicious but it still came out that way. He’d been in LA too long.

“Wayne has done a lot of work around the farmhouse for us. He’s been a real angel since we took over the business.” She smiled fondly at Wayne and Eddie’s mind was blown. He didn’t know what to do with any of this information.

“And your young man always overpays me.” Wayne placed a gentle hand on Nancy’s shoulder and squeezed. “Now, can I pull one of you ladies away to help me ‘n Eddie find a tree?”

Robin practically bounced as she dragged them away. Eddie glanced back to see Nancy smiling at them, her eyes on Robin the whole way. He knew that look. Maybe they were partners in more than one sense of the word. 

Robin rambled the entire walk through the tree lot. She talked about the different types of tree, how to keep it healthy through Christmas, what size was best based on the space she somehow knew they had, and even which trees grew best in which climate. He wasn’t sure she stopped long enough to take a breath. It should have been annoying. She made it endearing.

They were back towards the middle, with the 5-7 foot trees, and Eddie zoned out while Wayne listened intently. He looked around at the throngs of people. For the most part, they left him alone, though there were a few teenagers who gave him lingering stares, like they weren’t sure they were really seeing him. Across the empty space in front of the shed was a man, probably a farm hand. He was helping a woman with three little kids and the large, rounded belly that showed a fourth on the way. He had shoved a tree through the netting ring as if it was nothing and had it tied off and to the side in the blink of an eye. 

Eddie watched as he chased the oldest kid around, picking him up and threatening to throw him through the net. The little boy squealed and wiggled while the second oldest clung to the man’s leg, demanding he let her brother go. The woman held the littlest one against her and smiled at the man. He winked at her like he knew her. Hawkins was small, though, Eddie had to remind himself. He probably did know her.

He put the kid down and picked up the wrapped tree, lugging it to the front where a minivan was parked. He tossed it on top like it was light as a feather and began to tie it down while the woman buckled kids into carseats. She tried to give him cash and he refused it, waving as she drove off. Eddie couldn’t stop watching him.

He wore a thin flannel shirt that pulled at his arms and chest as he moved. His jeans were rugged and dirty and he wore big brown boots. His hair danced around his face, something familiar about it he couldn’t quite place, in the gentle breeze. He was probably the most attractive man Eddie had ever seen. And Eddie lived in LA. 

“Down, boy.” Wayne elbowed him in the stomach and Eddie tore his eyes away, back to his uncle and Robin. He cleared his throat and Robin chuckled at him with a knowing glance. At least he wasn’t about to get punched. The world was changing, but it wasn’t that different from when he was in high school. Not yet. Maybe one day.

“Steve!” Robin bellowed, calling the man over. 

“Rob!” he yelled back. He sauntered, literally swaying his hips from side to side, as he made his way over to them. There could have been a nuclear bomb dropped and Eddie wouldn’t have noticed for staring at those hips.

Eddie’s eyes widened with sudden realization. She had called him Steve. He did know that man. Steve. Steve Harrington. King Steve “The Hair” Harrington. He was a year behind Eddie in school but everyone knew King Steve. He was unavoidable back then. 

“Wayne! It’s so good to see you!” Steve exclaimed in a direct echo of what Robin had done earlier, right down to the enthusiastic hug. Now Eddie knew what Wayne meant by “your young man”. He was immediately identifiable as Robin’s perfect match.

“Can you help an old man with a tree?” Wayne asked. Steve laughed heartily. His eyes danced and his grin lit up his entire face. Oh Eddie was in DANGER.

“You aren’t that old, old man.” Eddie leaned in to whisper to his uncle as they walked towards the tree Wayne had picked out, Steve following close behind. “You’re only 58.” Wayne just winked at him and pointed to his tree. Steve stepped forward and assessed the tree, nodding. He grabbed it and hauled it toward the middle, toward the net ring, again lifting the hefty tree as if it were nothing.

They led Steve and the tree to Wayne’s truck, where Steve tied it down into the bed carefully. He took the handful of bills Wayne handed over and then tried to hand some back, claiming it was too much. Wayne refused.

“Do you need me to stop by later and get it set up?” Steve asked with a slight wheeze, finally showing a little effect of the effort of his manual labor. He wiped at his brow with his sleeve, leaving a little smudge of dirt on his forehead, looking as if it was artfully placed there intentionally, and it was so disgustingly charming. Too damn charming. Eddie wanted to stop staring.

He couldn’t stop staring.

Wayne glanced over at Eddie.

“I’ve got some young, strong arms here. I think he can manage. But maybe if you have some free time at some point you could help me with the lights on the house?” Steve flashed that hundred watt smile again.

“I’ll be there at 6:30.” Steve nodded, his hands on his hips, and turned to Eddie. “It was good to see you, Eddie. Glad you’re back in town.” It was the first time he’d spoken to Eddie at all. His smile went soft, shy almost, but he held Eddie’s eyes when he spoke. 

“Yeah. Glad to be back.” Eddie winced internally. All the things he could say, and that’s what he went with? Steve raised his hand at his waist, just a little, in a small wave goodbye. He turned and walked away. Eddie just watched him go, admiring the view. Steve’s pants were far too tight and if Eddie wasn’t careful, his would be too.

Wayne cleared his throat from inside the truck and Eddie jumped. He blushed as he slid into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt.

“Not a word, old man.” Wayne just smiled and drove off.

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  Steve was there at 6:30 on the dot. He helped Eddie climb on the roof and they hung strings of multicolored lights while Wayne directed them from below. He was surprisingly easy to talk to.

Steve was charming. Helpful. Friendly. Everything he wasn’t back in school. Eddie didn’t know what to do with it. 

He invited Eddie to the farm on Monday to help with the preparation for the town’s Christmas festival. Wayne agreed for him. So Eddie went. 

Steve was charming then, too. He showed Eddie around, gave him a tour of the land and all the trees. He showed him the house. They weren’t kidding when they said Wayne had done some work for them. Eddie could see his touch all over the place. It was in the remodeled walk-in pantry, the trim and the lighting in the living room, in the plumbing in the bathrooms. 

Eddie was surprised to learn Steve lived there with Robin and Nancy, just the three of them. There were way more rooms set up than the three of them needed, especially since it was pretty obvious Robin and Nancy shared a room and Steve had converted the attic to be his bedroom. Some were generic guest rooms, but some were set up like kids lived there… science posters and trophies and dungeons and dragons books stacked next to old av equipment in one, old skateboards and girl band posters with comics scattered everywhere in another. Those rooms were dusty, though, time capsules that hadn’t been touched since the early 90s.

Steve didn’t offer an explanation. Eddie didn’t ask.

He showed up on Tuesday too.

He spent more time with Robin. She talked near constantly and he didn’t mind. She didn’t seem to care when he interrupted or talked over her and he didn’t mind when she did it to him. He could see himself being friends with these people.

And then he showed up at the tree lot on Wednesday. And Thursday. He helped price and net the trees. He helped set up wreaths. He took pictures with the teenagers that had been skulking around, finally getting the courage to ask if he was who they thought he was.

And then Eddie just kept going back. He took them out to dinner. He brought in hot chocolate when it was cold, ice water when it was unseasonably warm. He didn’t think 60 degrees was necessarily warm, but then, he’d spent the past seventeen years in California. He’d forgotten what winters in Indiana were like.

He still couldn’t write songs. He’d pick up his guitar and idly strum and nothing would come out. But he was starting to feel happy again. It was progress.

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  It was early on Saturday the 15th. Far earlier than Eddie would have liked to be up, but Steve was a morning person and they had to get set up for the Christmas festival. Steve had asked for help. Wayne would have said yes for him if Eddie hadn’t agreed readily, powerless to say no to Steve Harrington and his effortless charm.

He was painting a few touch ups on the wooden train display that was set to stand near the line for Santa Claus. Robin was reinforcing the stands on the display, idly chatting away. Eddie had lost her train of thought.

“Steve’s not like he was in school,” he interrupted. Robin stopped hammering. She grew quiet. Eddie had never heard her quiet before. He looked at her over the top of the coal car. She wasn’t looking at him, staring down at the hammer in her hands instead.

“He’s not, no,” she finally said. She didn’t look up. Eddie waited. “Things really changed for him senior year. You left in 84 so you didn’t see. He and Nancy broke up and it was kind of messy.” Eddie raised his eyebrows and Robin finally noticed he was staring at her. 

“Yeah, they dated for like a year before realizing they’re better friends than lovers.”

“And you’re cool with that? Just like… living with them? When they’re exes?” Eddie asked. Robin just frowned at him.

“It was over fifteen years ago, dude. Why would I care? He’s my best friend. The other half of me. Platonic soulmates. My hetero life partner. We’re ride or die. I trust them both with my life. I’m not worried.” He nodded. He couldn’t think of a response. He wished he was that strong, that secure.

“What happened?” he asked. She sighed and sat down. Eddie crawled around the plywood display to join her. 

“She lost a good friend. She realized a few things.”

“She’s a lesbian?” 

“Among other things.” Robin chuckled softly and nudged him. 

“Did Steve? Realize some things?” He was fishing and he knew it. He knew she knew it, too. 

Steve flirted with just about everyone that set foot on the tree lot, with every waitress in every restaurant, with every person they crossed on the street when they hung out. But he was spending all his time with Eddie. He touched Eddie, a hand on the shoulder or a bump of the hip, when he didn’t need to. It was Eddie he watched, Eddie he called to talk to late at night. 

Eddie had fallen hard and fast, but he had no idea if Steve’s soft smiles and glances meant anything. And he was too afraid of rejection to ask.

“That’s not for me to say.” Robin finally responded, eying him warily. He held up his hands in acquiesce. It was as much an affirmative as it was a dismissal. He’d take it.

“It was really when his parents died. Middle of his senior year. Nancy broke up with him in November and then in January he finds out their plane went down. No survivors. He was the sole living relative. Inherited the entire Harrington fortune.” Eddie let out a whoosh of a breath. He didn’t know. Hadn’t known. How would he? He’d left town and it’s not like he’d been friends with any of these people before he’d graduated.

“I didn’t know.” Robin patted his arm.

“Yeah, well, he fell apart and then he pulled it all back together. Graduated high school. Stayed in town until Nance and I graduated. Then he asked what I wanted to do with my life. I said this. He bought the farm the very next day.”

“Wait. Steve owns the farm?” It was Robin and Nancy’s names on the sign. Their names on the business license. Their names on the house.

“Steve made everything happen. He kept the previous farm hands on for a few years, paid them double to stay and teach him everything they knew. He ran everything while I learned the business. Nancy graduated college, came home, and then she just… never left. We’re a package deal now.” Eddie hummed in the back of his throat. He wanted to be a package deal. Part of the group. One of the can’t haves without the others. 

But he was a rockstar. A musician. His life was in LA. If he could ever pull himself together and start writing again.

He didn’t want to leave.

“He likes to take care of people. He has a good heart.” Robin broke him out of his head. She stood up and stared down at him. “If you break it, Nancy will kill you and I’ll hide the body.”

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  It was December 23rd. Eddie hadn’t written a single thing. But he had spent every single day with Steve and Robin and Nancy. Every evening with just Steve. And all hours of the night on the phone. Steve was the first thing he thought of when he got up. He was the last person he spoke to before he fell asleep. They spoke every night.

“You’re coming to my Christmas Eve party tomorrow night, right? Most of the family’ll be there.” Steve whispered sleepily. Eddie could hear the smile in his voice, could picture him laying in his own bed, eyes lidded, half asleep. He glanced at the clock in his bedroom. It wasn’t midnight yet. Still the 23rd. Still tomorrow.

“Wouldn’t miss it, sweetheart.” 

Eddie was long past needing Wayne to say yes for him. 

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  Eddie and Wayne were fashionably late. The long driveway to the farm house was filled with cars. The house was lit up from top to bottom and he could hear music and chatter through the open door. It was cold, bitingly so, and he could smell snow in the air.

They walked in and looked around. The house was packed full. People were running in and out of the kitchen. An older couple sat on the couch chatting with another older woman and a teenager who looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. Wayne grabbed them both drinks and immediately abandoned Eddie for the couple on the couch. 

“You made it!” Robin launched herself at his back and he had to scramble to catch her without dropping his drink.

“I have no idea who any of these people are!” He practically had to yell over the noise. Robin wiggled her way around to his front. She started pointing at people.

“That’s Nancy’s brother Mike and his boyfriend Will.” She pointed at a couple sitting at the bottom of the stairs watching them. 

He recognized Will immediately. He wrote the bestselling fantasy horror series An Academic Study of Monsters of the Upside Down. It was six books in and Eddie hadn’t been able to get enough, reading and re-reading them. He wrote under the pen name Pendragon, but Eddie would know him anywhere. Will looked at him with just as much awe, both a little starstruck at the other.

He learned that the guy in the living room taking pictures of the tree was Will’s older brother Jonathan, also Nancy’s ex apparently, and he worked for a small magazine in California. The fashionable man standing with him was his partner Argyle, owner of a west coast famous pizza chain Eddie had never eaten at.

The couple on the couch with Wayne were Joyce and Jim Hopper, Will and Jonathan’s mother and stepfather. He remembered Jim Hopper. He used to be chief of police and the barrel of a man had always scared him. He had to remind himself he didn’t sell pot anymore. He had nothing to be worried about. Robin pointed out Jim’s daughter, Jane, a preschool teacher apparently, talking with a rather tall young man she identified as Lucas. A computer programmer. 

The woman talking to the couple on the couch was Nancy’s mom and the teenager was her younger sister Holly, home from her second year at college. There was another young woman, half asleep on the couch, that Robin pointed out as Erica, sister to Lucas, wife to Dustin, whoever Dustin was, and a powerhouse in her own right so he better not ever think of her as anything other than herself, never as how she relates to the others. 

“Which one is Dustin?” he asked, looking around. He had a name for every face so far, but there was a lot of noise in the kitchen so many he was back there with Nancy. 

“He’s not here yet. He’s actually picking up a present for Steve. He’ll be here soon.” He had no idea how any of them related to Steve. He had only halfway followed how they all related to each other.

He didn’t see Steve. 

He didn’t even get a chance to ask where Steve was when he came dancing out of the kitchen. He had a soft yellow sweater on, a white rag thrown over his shoulder, and a baby on his chest. The baby was the spitting image of Erica, so Eddie knew it wasn’t Steve’s, but the sight of him dancing with this tiny little human did something to Eddie he wasn’t ready to examine. 

Steve bounced the baby and sang softly to her, gently cradling her tiny black curls, his whole hand covering the back of her tiny little head. Eddie was going to go feral. Steve being gentle. Steve being a caregiver. Steve holding a baby. Eddie wanted to tear Steve’s clothes off and ravage him right there in the living room. He was losing his goddamn mind.

Headlights beamed into the house as a car came careening up the driveway. It stopped with a squeal of the brakes. Robin practically screamed in his ear and pulled him back into the doorway to the dining room. Car doors slammed. Another young man, “Dustin” Robin yelled in Eddie’s ear, came charging into the room with two large suitcases in hand. He dropped the bags and made a beeline for Steve.

“Gimme my daughter, heathen! You’ll corrupt her with your sports nonsense.” He took the baby from Steve, despite Steve’s protests that he was just getting her to sleep, and stepped aside with a sly grin. He nodded towards the door and Eddie turned to look, a heartbeat of a second after Steve did, the whisper of a name in his ear. 

  Max. 

  There was a young woman standing there. She had long, wavy red hair. Freckles all over her face. The bluest eyes Eddie had ever seen. She was short and slim, bundled up in the brightest green. She was, in a word, stunning. 

And she was staring at Steve with tears in her eyes. And Steve was staring back like he’d just seen a ghost. 

Nobody said anything. Not a word. The chatter stopped immediately and only Nat King Cole on the record player kept the silence at bay.

Max took a step forward. She shuddered with a sob and suddenly she was in Steve’s arms. He’d crossed the room and gathered her close to him. They were both crying. Steve picked her up, spun her in circles, put her down. He pulled back and pulled her right up against him again. Max was sobbing. Steve had tears freely streaming down his face as he took shuddering breath after shuddering breath, her name a whispered with each shake. He leaned back enough to gently cup her face, his eyes roaming like he couldn’t believe she was real, laughing in delight. She laughed right back and held him tight.

  Oh. 

  Shit.

This was. He didn’t know who this was. But this was not just a family friend. This wasn’t just a kid he used to babysit. This woman was clearly something else. Something more.

Eddie’s heart shattered in his chest. He couldn’t breathe. He had thought… it didn’t matter what he had thought. Clearly he’d been wrong. He shoved his drink into Robin, still standing somewhere behind him, and slid out the front door. 

He didn’t hear Robin call his name. He didn’t hear the door slam behind him. He was halfway down the driveway when he realized Wayne had the keys. That was fine. He could walk home. He needed the air. 

“EDDIE! Eddie, wait!” He did hear that. He heard the pounding feet behind him. He stopped but he couldn’t bring himself to turn around.

“Where are you going?” a tearful voice asked. He sniffled, rubbed at his eyes. He wouldn’t let Steve see him crying. He was stupid to think it had mattered anyway.

“I’m just… I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m going home.” He looked up at the dark sky. The frozen ground. The trees in the fields beyond the house. Anything but at Steve. 

God how had he been so stupid? He should know better. There were a million reasons he left Hawkins in 1984. Reasons why he ran the day after graduation. The lack of gay people was only one of them. Being here with Steve, with Robin and Nancy, with Wayne, he’d forgotten all those reasons. He remembered now. He wouldn’t forget them again.

“What happened? You just got here. I wanted… I wanted everyone to meet you.” Steve hadn’t even bothered with a coat. He was standing there, lost and confused, in just his jeans and sweater. 

“Look. I misread the situation, okay? You’ve got your… person. You should go be with her. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” He spit the words right at Steve with a cruel venom he hadn’t seen in himself since he left LA. Eddie watched a whole range of emotions flit across Steve’s face, from confusion to anger to sadness to confusion again.

“I don’t… I’ve got… She's my sister!" Steve cried out. Eddie's eyes narrowed. He remembered high school. And Robin had said it… he was the sole living relative. King Steve was an only child. 

"I haven't seen her in three years. She was in New Zealand working on a contract. She's a special effects artist. They wouldn't let… she couldn’t come home until it was over. I didn't know she was coming home today! Eddie, please. She’s my sister." He was near tears again. 

"You didn’t have a sister before." It wasn't at all what Eddie wanted to say. It was the only thing he could say.

"You graduated and left, man. You weren't around for my senior year. You didn't see… I fell apart. For awhile there. Things were hard. But I ended up getting to know these half feral kids. Kind of adopted them? You met a bunch of them in there already.” Steve nodded back towards the house. “There were two though… Dustin and Max. I took them in when they had nowhere else to go. They're my brother and sister in everything but blood. They needed a family. They needed ME. Max especially. But I think… I think maybe I needed them more. They're family. The only one I’ve got, really." Steve was rambling. He could see the desperation in his eyes, desperate to make him understand.

It clicked, then. Family didn’t have to be blood. Found family. Saving someone and being saved in return.

"Oh. Oh!" Eddie's eyes went wide. He got it. She was his sister. Steve nodded, hope in his eyes. "So it’s not… you’re sing…you don't have anyone special?" Steve stepped forward, into Eddie’s personal space. He could see the tear tracks on his cheeks.

It had started to snow at some point during the drama. Heavy flakes collected in Steve’s hair, on his lashes. He didn’t even try to shake them off, just looked at Eddie with hope and fear in his eyes.

"I do. I have you. You're special to me, Eds. And I'm yours, if you'll have me." 

Eddie cupped Steve's face in his hands, a mirror to the move Steve had done on Max. A million words flew through his brain, poetic and lyrical. He could say them all and still not say enough.

He said none of them.

He leaned in and kissed Steve instead.

The reaction was immediate. Steve surged into him, wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist. Underneath his coat, as close to skin as possible. He kissed back with enthusiasm. With certainty and a wealth of experience. He kissed like he was drowning and Eddie was his oxygen.

Music sang in Eddie's head. Entire symphonies composed in seconds. His writer's block was definitely cured. If he didn’t have a band to go back to after this, he had a promising solo career ahead of him. He’d be happy either way.

So long as he had Steve.

#strangerthingsfestivefun #steddie #ronance #stranger things #fic #I'm Jewish and Christmas held me hostage and made me write this. Send help #I do not watch hallmark movies #but my mom does #should this have been two parts? #this probably should have been two parts

[yoonia]

fanfic writing commissions | details, rules, other info

It’s back on!

After a long wait, I am finally re-opening commissions for my beloved readers! As you all know, it has been years since I’ve accepted any writing request. In exchange, and as a form of gratitude for everyone who has been supporting me throughout my writing period, I have been opening my writing commissions which I have put on the breaks for a while. Lately, I have been going through some rough times, including health care, mental health issues, and pet sickness, and I’m still in the process of moving to another city which is planned to happen by the end of this year. With my pet’s medical bills piling up at the same time as mine is, I’ve decided to open up my commissions again to gain some extra support (and find my motivation to write again). 

In this post, I will explain everything there is to know about my commissions, including the details, rules, and pricing rates. 

How my commissions work | When I first started taking in commissions, I held them through both Patreon and Kofi. The Patreon benefits in the form of commissions haven’t been opened for a while, but I’m putting it back on as a welcome benefit for incoming new patrons joining me towards the end of 2022. Kofi commissions will be available as it used to, in which you can join and request through the link provided below and will be available as long as the slots are open. 

How long does it take | I am, unfortunately, a slow writer, so it normally takes me between 1-2 weeks to a month to finish a commission, though the writing period may vary depending on its plot/storyline and the requested word count chosen when you put in your commission. With that in mind, any commission that I receive in the month of October may be released in November at the latest, and so on. I will inform you if there is a chance that the writing process might take longer than needed. In case the slots have been filled in the month you are joining the commission, you can still send in your commission through my inbox to enter the waiting list, and I will inform you the next time the slot is available again for you to join. 

How to send in your commission | If you are on Patreon, you can send in your idea+prompt+character once you have received your welcome message which I will send you through PM the day you enter. If you are sending the commission through Kofi, you can send in your prompt+character at the same time you are entering the payment slot or, if you want to be more specific with your request, you can contact me through PM and let me know. Once the story has been posted, I will personally inform you with the link to the published story. 

COMMISSION RULES

I will only write in 2nd person POV. I will not use your name as the character. Any specified characteristics for the character (eg. race, skin colour, hair colour, gender) may be eligible for an up charge. I will notify you if the extra charge is needed once I’ve received your commission

You are free to send in commissions using your own choice of ideas and prompts, but you are also welcomed to choose any characters or stories from any of my written and finished fics/scenarios/series. Either it would be a continuation, a side character’s POV, or simply another story written in the same universe. You can pick any story from my masterlist except for the ones that are still ongoing or those currently on hiatus 

As you all know, the stories that I write are mostly smut fics. But if you would prefer otherwise, please specify the genre of your liking when you send in your commission (eg. ex-lovers/enemies to lovers au, feat. Yoongi x reader, angst with a happy ending and no mature scene). Each commission is allowed to have multiple genre (eg. angst and smut, fluff and smut) 

That being said, if you would like to see a specific kink in the story, please add them on the prompt as well (eg. enemies to lovers au, feat. Hoseok x reader, smut with light bondage, sensory play). Please note that all sexual activities involved in the smut scene must be consensual and legal

There are certain things that I will not write, including: abuse (physical and emotional), nonconsensual sex/r*pe, underage/sexual activities involving minors, pet play, elaborate medical procedures, necrophilia, watersports/urination kink. If you send me any of these, I will have the right to refuse to write your request and I will refund your money if the payment has been made

You are welcome to be specific in your commission. But you must know that you will be giving me more freedom in my writing and the story’s plot when your request is less specified

Your commission will be posted on my blog for others to enjoy and you are definitely not allowed to repost it elsewhere. If you want your name to be tagged or mentioned on the post, please add your username/name and the platform you are active on (eg. yoonia/Tumblr or tomoedia/wattpad, etc) 

The artists I am writing for: BTS, B.I, Christian Yu, Dean (Kwon Hyuk). More artists will be added according to the artists listed on my masterlist. 

How I rate my commissions | For Patreons, I will name the pricing rates as ‘benefit’ since it serves more as a reward rather than a regular commission. Kofi commission rates will apply as stated below. 

1. Patreon benefits: 

Slice Of Life ($2 tier patron): you will be eligible for a 1,500 to 3,000 words of oneshot upon entry as an active patron

Established Relationship ($5 tier patron): you will be eligible for a 3,500 to 5,000 words of oneshot upon entry as an active patron

2. Ko-fi commission rates:

$9 - 500 to 2,000 words of drabble per request

$12 - 2,500 to 4,000 words of oneshot per request

$15 - 4,500 to 6,000 words of oneshot per request

$18 - 6,500 to 8,000 words of oneshot per request

$21 - 8,500 to 10,000 words of oneshot per request

$25 - 10,500 words or more of oneshot per request

Additional note | If the word count of my final product exceeds the ordered commission as the result of the plot that I built from your idea, there will be no additional charge given to you (up to 15k words). As I am requesting for freedom in building up your story, there might be a chance that I’ll be releasing your request as a series. I will maintain further communication during the writing process and inform you when this occurs. If this should happen, I will not ask for an extra charge for the change. But if building up the story into a series occurs under your request, then I will inform you of the extra charge that you can add later once the story is published/completed.

Extras | For $5 tier patrons and commissions over 10k words, a few extras will be given in the product. Either a moodboard attached to the story or a playlist. Any deleted scenes taken from your story which do not make it past the final editing process will be posted on my Patreon or shared with you personally once the story is finished. 

I hope you are excited to join my writing commission. For further questions and info, please feel free to comment or contact me. Thank you so much for your support! 

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[femmefatale4160]

Little details/headcanons about the KB5 plus Gwen as kids in the fanfic I may or may not be writing (Mostly Baby Duncney)

Duncan and Courtney are best friends

When Duncan meets her for the first time, she's wearing a fancy dress and she's so pretty and neat and she has a bow on the top of her head right about where a crown should be and he blurts out "You look like a princess."

Courtney wanted to be a princess when she grew up. Not because of the pretty dresses but because she liked the idea of ruling an entire kingdom.

Courtney is the only one allowed to touch Duncan. Mostly because most of the touch he's experienced in his young life hasn't been kind.

Any time they're moving anywhere they are holding hands, mostly Courtney dragging Duncan behind her.

Courtney is about 2 inches taller than Duncan.

He hates it.

If anyone teases them for being boyfriend girlfriend, it's a toss up who's going to be doing the beating but someone is getting beat.

Anytime anyone teases Courtney, Duncan beats them up.

Anytime anyone teases Duncan, Courtney gets revenge more subtly. Maybe their blanky is found jammed into the paper shredder, maybe the teacher heard from a very reliable source that they did something naughty and their parents are going to be called. Either way, Duncan almost never gets teased after the first few incidents.

Courtney hates Duncan's dad and glares at him when he picks Duncan up.

Duncan is the only one allowed to help Courtney. Whether she can't open something, doesn't know the answer to a question, or scraped her knee, Duncan is the only one she'll let help her.

Bridgette and Geoff don't get along.

Geoff is always teasing her and she hates it.

Bridgette is the only one Duncan doesn't get jealous of when Courtney hangs out with her.

Likewise, Geoff is the only person Courtney won't throw a hisssy fit over when Duncan hangs out with him.

Geoff calls Courtney "Baby doe" because her freckles and big round eyes remind him of the baby deer he's seen.

Courtney allows it.

Gwen is extremely shy.

Tiny baby DJ is one of the only people she talks to, since she can tell there isn't a mean bone in his body.

They both love animals and spend most of their time talking about them.

Bridgette is a social butterfly and is friends with everyone at their school, so she befriends DJ and Gwen, roping them into their little friend group.

The entire group quickly becomes protective of DJ.

They are absolute menaces.

They all sleep in a big pile at nap time.

They all share all of their food at lunch, since there's always something someone doesn't have.

Courtney and Duncan live close enough that whenever her parents leave her home alone (which is a lot) she just goes to his house.

His dog Petey absolutely adores her and has been known to escape to her house when Duncan isn't home.

His mom also loves her and hopes she's her future daughter in law.

Courtney's mother is not a fan of Duncan, even less so when she makes a comment about Courtney's body and Duncan, at the ripe age of 6 years old, shouts that she's a judgy bitch in front of their entire preschool class and their parents.

Courtney gives him a big hug the next day.

It's at this moment Duncan turns bright red and realizes he has a crush on Courtney.

#duncney #tdi courtney #tdi duncan #tdi bridgette #tdi geoff #tdi dj #tdi gwen #duncney fanfic #duncney funny

[heroes-fading]

I’m also not a big fan of the JJ storyline. It actually makes me so sad how little of a childhood Ellie got to experience 😭

Also I keep seeing pregnant Ellie fics on ao3 and it literally makes me want to hurl 🤢

got this ask last night and was like "answering this is gonna be a doozy" so i'm gonna rip this band-aid off lmaoooo

i think the reality of fic is everyone is coming at it with their own like, very deeply embedded and personal feelings and that's going to be different in what resonates or what squicks you from person to person. for me personally i don't love pregnancy as a plot (as someone who is probably waiting until she hits 30 for a hysterectomy and calling it a day because parenthood and more specifically pregnancy are Not My Thing). but for other people i think that looks different.

i think when you add in the layer of queerness that becomes even More of a really complex thing as far as how people feel about pregnancy. in my head, i want ellie to be a happy teen without having to worry about shit like a baby but i'm also very much coding my own experiences into that (and my own traumadumping -- women in my family have had kids young and missed out on young adulthood and resented their kids for it and it's just a very fun complex pile of feelings just like, heterosexually in their case, not even adding in layers of how queer women and other folks who have uteruses might feel). but for others, it's more positive and forward-thinking future thing.

i can't speak for how lesbians feel about pregnancy specifically. i'm a bisexual married to a dude. you don't need my opinion on this.

there's also the layer of what blood relationships do or don't mean and how people feel about that, especially in the context of queerness and how many of us have had horrible relationships with blood relatives either because of fun things like generational trauma or homophobia and transphobia -- so of course found family tropes Hit Different. "my child is completely fine" "ma'am your child's favorite trope is found family" in a nutshell. of course so many of us resonate the most not with blood-relations but the complex and willing decision to make someone part of your family without blood and someone who accepts and loves you for who you are not because of blood but because of choice.

i know for me i have my own personal preferences and interpretations and they're not like, god. i think that's true for everyone and how they come at media, and i think having a gut reaction to that is only human and fair. different things are gonna hit us differently. anyway, that's all to say it's not my thing but i also just want to acknowledge why that is and how everyone is going to have a different relationship with that. no one fic writer has the Best Interpretation Ever, we're all gonna come into this with our own baggage. that's the fun part of writing fic, you literally just get to do whatever you want with how things may resonate with you. we don't owe it to any given fic writer to resonate with their themes more, that's just writing bb!

and i haven't read any of 'em because, like i said, it's not my jam. so other people might have more in depth feelings about content but i'm not really interested in touching that because i don't really want to read it. and that's fine, people have a right not to read something that won't resonate with them and their experiences. some people like sweeter or more bittersweet fic. some people have diff opinions about characterizaiton. some people like some concepts and hate others. pregnancy is of course going to be really fuckin' complicated.

just like how people don't have to read my fic, lmao, the closest i'll get to talking pregnancy is mentioning abortion pillz~ goes without saying if you're not down with abortion rights there's the door please don't let it hit you.

there is one thing that pisses me off tho and i'm gonna put that under the cut because tw // david and all associated shit

fics who have ellie become pregnant as a result of rape are not my friends, they do hit a very bad gut reaction with me. right now in the united states after roe being overturned teen girls are having to carry their rapist's pregnancy to term. i don't want to read about that. i don't want to read about how it can be a "blessing in disguise" (a violent right wing talking point), i don't want to read about how that affects joel, i just. don't.

that is where that line gets unbelievably crossed for me.

anyway, donate to your local abortion fund. teen survivors should never, ever have to carry their rapist's baby. fuck that. also what's with some fics acting like abortion isn't a thing post-apocolypse or in texas... we've been doing this forever!

#ANYWAY HERE'S WONDERWALL #tbh i think people are just coming at this from a lot of their own different angles and i'm not about to call anyone wrong for having a gut #reaction...that is quite literally ur right #also when people have specific experience with trauma - idk you anon but i'm here 4 u #like...of course gut reactions are a thing #anyway i'm also not wholly qualified here to speak on what is or isn't like #appropiate for a lesbian character #i am a humble bisexual #y'all know your lived experiences better than i do #i'm just here to listen #ANYWAY #fic talk #tw: mention of sa #in that under the cut there

[randomoranges]

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#5

Yes, the Maisonneuve twins are die hard Backstreet Boys fans

Yes, AJ really did say that at the end of the song

Yes, MTL really did put the Backstreet Boys on the North American map, you're welcome

Yes, B Centre really did give them special Habs jerseys for the encore

Yes, I finally did get to see them perform 20+ yrs later.

10 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#4

just a little blurb.

teacher au

Sweet Tooth

 Between the two of them, Étienne is the one with the sweet tooth. He likes chocolates and candies and pastries and cookies. For as much as he can go through most of the day without a proper meal, he’ll keep stashes of sweets in his desk drawer and eat them throughout the day. He’s aware that it’s not the best of eating habits, but he also finds it incredibly hard to resist the temptation of sour candies and velvet smooth chocolates and buttery pastries and decadent cookies and such.

 Edward, on the other hand, doesn’t go for that kind of stuff as much. He prefers to make his pastries and cookies – finds that he can duplicate the recipes and save maybe a grand total of fifty-three cents, but he’ll have enjoyed the process. However, he does enjoy the process of baking and if anything, Étienne makes a good tester to have around, even if he is hopeless in the kitchen.

 As it goes, a very popular item to get a teacher during the holidays and even at the end of the school year, is a box of chocolates. There is even a specific brand that markets itself as the perfect gift to say thank you to someone. Étienne, despite being the art teacher, gets his fair share of various chocolates, what with having hundreds of students that he sees over the year. Edward will get more varied presents, but the box of chocolates or sweets or cookies or such will make its way to the pile. Of course, he is always very thankful to the student and makes sure to write a thank you note to the parents. What the student doesn’t need to know is that more often than not, he’ll give the box to Étienne, who will be more than happy to add it to his stash and reserve.

 Edward knows that in the back of the art room, in the storage room, next to the extra paints and above the Bristol boards, there is an entire shelf dedicated to his stashes of sweets.

 He knows, for, on occasion, if the mood strikes him just right, he’ll sneak off to the room and abscond with a candy or chocolate.

 He figures that – they were his first, anyways.

 FIN

10 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#3

this is an ancient idea.

from rock band au. this takes place yrs later. i am v much aware that i have yet to finish that au and that there are only 2 parts left. shh.

Key Chains

 “I’m home!” Étienne sing songs as he steps into his shared home.

 From further inside, Edward closes his laptop and pushes back his glasses on the top of his head. He grins to himself and walks over to the entrance to greet his boyfriend.

 “Flight okay?” He asks after they exchange a long hug and one of many kisses. Étienne may have been gone for only a little over two weeks, but it certainly felt like much longer.

 “Uneventful. Boring really. Only got recognised once,” Étienne pouts. Edward laughs and helps him out of his jacket, before hanging it up.

 Normally, he manages to show up partway through a tour, or, if anything, he shows up to the airport to pick Étienne up, but for as much as his work sometimes allows him to be there, there are other times when he can’t follow the band to wherever it is they’re playing next. This had been one of such times and so, Edward had stayed behind, while Étienne had gone on tour with the rest of Les Maisonneuves.

 “More importantly, I got something for you!” Étienne tells him excitedly. Edward goes along, far too used to this strange little ritual of theirs, after so many years, and goes back to sit at the table, while Étienne rummages for whatever it is he has to give him. Edward knows already what it’ll be, but this too is part of their game.

 “Close your eyes,” Étienne warns him and Edward complies.

 For as long as they’ve been dating, Étienne has brought him back two items after every tour. He has a collection of them, by now and Edward treasures each and every one of them.

 When Edward is given the go, he opens his eyes to find a neatly folded concert t-shirt placed in front of him. Edward has one from every tour and they’re used for absolutely everything. Some have turned into pyjamas, others are work shirts for when he has things to do around the house, and there are a few he’ll wear out for a casual ensemble.

 Sometimes, Étienne will even steal one from him, which Edward thinks is hilarious. Étienne defends himself saying that it smells like Edward.

 “Oh, this one’s a nice shade of blue. New colour?” Edward asks as he unfolds the shirt, knowing full well that the second item will be inside of it.

 “Yeah, we wanted an update on t-shirt colours. Figured you’d like the change from the others.”

 Edward nods and as expected, he finds six different key chains, from six different cities inside the shirt, each one of them a place where the band had performed at during their latest tour.

 “Aw, I love these; thanks Sweetheart.” Edward rewards him with a kiss and Étienne beams, utterly pleased with himself.

 It started during Étienne’s first tour shortly after they’d started dating. Due to the health restrictions, Edward hadn’t been able to tag along and so, late one night, as they’d been on a video call, Étienne had asked Edward if there was something he could bring him back.

 There wasn’t anything that Edward needed, but Étienne had insisted, and so, in the end, Edward had asked him for a keychain, just to get Étienne off his case.

 Of course, Edward had failed to take into consideration the fact that Étienne never backed away from an opportunity to pull one on him. Therefore, when he’d returned from his tour, Étienne had brought him a keychain from each of the cities he’d played in.

 They weren’t fancy key chains, or even pretty ones. They were slightly tacky, this side of gaudy, but it became a thing – their thing, and soon enough, Edward found himself with a collection of them. Each one had the name of the city, sometimes there were other little ornaments on the ring, and – Edward cherished each and every one.

 When it got to the point that he had amassed quite the collection, Edward made himself a corkboard on which he put up the different key chains. First, there was the one at home, for his home office, then there was the one for his work office.

 “You know, at this rate, I’m going to need another board.” Edward remarks as he observes each keychain in turn. They’re just as spectacularly tacky and gaudy as all the rest and he loves each and every one.

 “Well, you don’t have a board back at our place in Montréal, so, that’s an option.”

 It’s crazy to think that Étienne’s original Montréal place is now their place, but then again – the same can be said about their place here in Edmonton.

 “It’s a good thing the band is still touring, in that case.”

 Étienne grins at the comment and Edward invites his partner to tell him more about his latest tour, even if he’s heard the main points of it over their many calls and text exchanges.

 FIN

11 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#2

St-Étienne du Bagel

There's a new giant ring downtown.

I had fun taking silly selfies.

I had to then draw this.

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My #1 post of 2022

'Tis the season, 2022 edition

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #im crying at the tag XD #i am both surprised and not by some of these things lamao

[evilpenguinrika]

1 & 18 for the fic writer ask pls~

1. what’s the fic youre most proud of? - Deep Fic Writer Ask Meme

I think the fic I'm really proud of is probably my Hosie fic, "So I Swear That I'll Protect It" It's the first multi-chaptered fic I started AND completed within the year (I started writing around Feb of 2022 and finished it on Nov 2022). Usually, with multi-chaptered fics, I end up losing steam in writing and letting it fizzle and then put it on hiatus (like a few other ones you may find on my ao3 lmao).

So the fact that I completed SISTIPI without any nonsense is definitely an amazing feat for me!

18. Do you only write when you’re inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what? - Deep Fic Writer Ask Meme

Half and half.

I do sometimes try to kick my writing butt into writing a FEW words or sentences if I'm not feeling particularly motivated to write. I don't have like, a specific time I set for myself to write though. It sometimes just happen whenever and wherever

I'm currently writing a side-fic for the fic I just mentioned in the previous question--SISTIPI is part of a series--where it's like Valentine's day themed and there's 7 ch's but I'm working on ch6 but ALSO my motivation is like, not at ALL wanting to work on it because I also set a deadline for myself on when to post it??? So maybe that's why i'm not feeling particularly motivated because my brain is like "no that's a fake deadline" lol BUT I DO TRY! I do try to at least write a few words or sentences to push myself to get SOME progress

But when I do find inspiration to write, I will be tapping away on my keyboard or my phone (I've been writing a lot more on my phone these days, and leaving the editing on the laptop) and the word vomit will just pile out.

Oh, another trick tho that does sometimes help me when I'm forcing myself to write is to just get the bare minimum out and that I can always go back to take the time and add details or other flourishes. Just put out what needs to be written down and then go back to add more when necessary!

#answered #hypaalicious #multi chaptered fics are my weakness #i keep working on new ones but never finishing them LMAO #i have a Hosie FFXV AU fic i REALLY want to try and keep writing for #but i have to rewatch some gameplays to brush up on story beats bc i am stumped lmao #i think that's the other fic I would like to try and continue

[simp-ly-writes]

Dates with Harvey Headcanons

Pairing: SDV Harvey x Reader

Summary: Date locations and activities you would do together throughout the year.

Warnings: longer than I was expecting, brief mentions of drinking.

A/N: Still can't believe it's already 2024- but I distract myself from this information by writing yet another fanfic about a pixelated doctor who I wish to be real. May turn some of these blurbs into longer fics one day.

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Spring

↳ You would go on walks together by the community centre as the snow began to melt. Hand in hand underneath the sprouting trees, you would share a lunch together by the fountain and sit on the swings, drifting back and forth as you talked to one another about both everything- and really nothing at all

↳ Driving out with your hand on his knee to go to the closest home and garden store. Picking out new plants for the flower boxes at the clinic as well as for the front garden on the ranch

↳ Once you finish choosing various plants and flowers alongside planting them to the necessary survival conditions. I can see you both sitting on the front steps of the home, sharing a pottle of wine as you watch the sunset together

↳ When a last minute snow falls upon the ground, Harvey brews a kettle for the both of you as you settle on the couch. Flicking on some random reality t.v. show to watch together as you talk about the various things you both want to get done this year

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Summer

↳ In the summertime, you and Harvey paint the various fences surrounding the farm alongside the barns, sheds, and stables. It is a time-consuming job as you both sit in a pile of hay, taking a break from the sun within the interior of a barn. All the animals are outside enjoying the weather as you both take a short nap together with your straw-hat's covering your faces from the sun appearing through the cracks between wood panels

↳ In the warm summer nights, you both enjoy a small fire at the back of the house or by the beachside. Cooking a dinner off to the side as you both enjoy a cheeky marshmallow or two before the meal

↳ Taking Willy's boat out to Ginger Island, you both walk up and down the beaches with your sandals in hand. Harvey has a strip of sunscreen across the bridge of his nose while he enforces that you do the same. The poor doctor is already worried about how much you tire yourself out underneath the sun already from working on the various crops and animals

↳ Havrey helps you to set up your display for the community fair, blowing up balloons alongside painting last minute sign details. Anytime someone comes up to compliment your work- you always add how much Harvey helped as well- loving to watch him become a blushing mess before turning around to go chug his water bottle

--

Fall

↳ In the fall time, you both go out for walks once more since the temperature is dying off. You and Harvey collect various leaves to scrapbook later at home together

↳ From trying to help donate to the museum, Harvey sits in the library for support as he watches you meticulously organize each jewell and artifact to just the right position and room. When you come to take a break, Harvey holds your hand from across the table as he flicks through a medical book he was re-studying. A teapot and a few small snacks sit prepared by the doctor as you squeeze his hand in thanks, Harvey looks up from his book, glasses tipped down his nose as he squeezes your hand back before flipping the page and continues his reading

↳ You and Harvey take knitting classes at the community centre together, making one another a scarf and matching touque. Though having a multitude of loose stitches and a few holes, you both wear them to work proudly as Evelyn chuckles to herself softly- noticing your patchwork

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Winter

↳ When the ground becomes frozen and the animals are each tucked away, warm in the barns with wine brewing in the sheds from prior seasons. You decide to take Harvey ice-skating at the local rink a town or two away where the ice is thick enough. A few wobbles and falls into your await arms, you and Harvey skate side by side while discussing the holiday plans

↳ Harvey drives on the way back as you fall asleep on the passengers side. When the car stops back in Stardew Valley- Harvey picks you up as delicately as possible- not wanting to wake your slumber as he takes you inside and to bed. Lighting a fire in the fireplace before cooking a meal for when you awake

↳ Hosting your friends and family at the farmhouse was a test of both your patiences. But the time spent together planning, grocery shopping and choosing wines from the cellar were highly memorable between the jokes said and memories shared from throughout the year

↳ When its snows enough, you both make snow-people together in a competition. Rushing in and out of the house for extra details from carrots to coal, hats and twigs for arms. You stand back, looking at the work as Harvey wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to plaster a kiss against your cheek

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[parasocial bestie] GOOD MORNIGN BESTIE I HOPE YOURE HAVING A NICE EVENINGGG i saw ur post abt the xlmi big fic progress and how it just?? i was 😭😭????? NAUR WAY THATS HORRIBLEEE i hope you'll manage to fix it since theres so many Words so many stuff there to rewrite aaAAGHHHH you r gods strongest soldier to endure dat fr....

ive been doing okay since the past week but boy do i have to tell u my brainrotting is like a permanent disease it is hell to keep everything in check with my irl work so thats that LMAOO AND I JUST KNEW IF THAT FIC IS FINISHED ONE DAY ITLL ADD INTO THE PILE IN MY BRAIN BUT I WILL ENJOY IT I SHWEAR TO U i just know u'll nail it so good idk whats the actual point im giving here IM JUST YEAH. YEAGHHHHHHAHHH 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊

btw ur respons 2 my recent ask,... i sent that out of catharsis cus i miss theym sm and now i read back and i was ugughuhuhu. anyway. yknow when i overanalyze things right.... i still think abt ur past response on the case of xiao's vulnerability and u saying along the lines how i portrayed it being realistic as i can bc i know the stakes of it the people who are involved the way both he and those who witness it and care for him respond that i keep every aspect of it in character. i had to go back to that ask to write this KFHWHFHHD BUT YKNOW i just wanna point out cus im feeling eck of Stuff and remembering that makes me feel better cus i been doubting saur hard abt it coming fron self indulgence so it can get Out Of Hand SO I HOPE U KNOW THAT OK. U ARE SO AWESOME SO REAL FOR IT AND I LOVE YUOU SM UEUEUUEUEUEUEUE I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT NIGHT AND COMFY SLEEP SOON holds ur hands warmly spinning us together and we helicopter our way into the stars <333333333

GOOD MORNING BESTIE !!!!!!!!!!! I AM HAVING A GOOD EVENING THANK U :DDD <33333

i think ive fixed the Vast Majority of what needed to be fixed, im gonna be so fr i. realized what was wrong, Took A Fucking Nap, and then when i woke up i cracked my knuckles and got to work fixing/editing and there May be small parts/details i missed BUT if there are ill catch them when i Really Truly edit the fic (i.e. when its almost done and i read the entire thing out loud to myself to catch as many errors as possible)

i love u so so so bad, sometimes things are wildly self indulgent and very realistic and true to canon sometimes true geniuses (read: You) are able to seamlessly mix the two and its so rare in fandom in general but you manage it every time i will never understand how yet i will always be SO grateful for it and for all that you share

UR JUST AS AWESOME AND ILY JUST AS MUCH !!!!!!!! THANK U SM PLEADING FACE EMOJI I HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZING DAY TODAY !!!!!!!! holding UR hands as we helicopter into the stars can we pretend like airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars <- thats us but instead of crying/wishing we ARE the shooting stars we are the dream come true <- i literally have no fucking idea what im saying i just used the last of my brainpower to finish up this one scene and now im back to being fried </3

#parasocial bestie tag #IM SO HAPPY WITH THIS SCENEEEEEEEEEEEEE #its the first scene of the whole fic and its a REALLY important one #for a lot of reasons #and im still gonna have to do a lot of editing/rewriting but its DONE and ive IMPROVED IT and i have all the groundwork laid out to make it #-even better later on #IM SO EXCITED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #the more i write the more excited i get its sososo good #work the next couple days but im rly hopign i can still do at least a few hundred words a day if not Much More #<- dorry this fic has like taken over my life its all i can think about LMAO

[rebelwrites]

Mrs What?

Dominic Toretto x Reader

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Requested by @pumpkin-spice-hate Can I get prompt 20. With Dominic Toretto please? “It’s us against the world.” Can I have Prompt 11 with Dominic Toretto? A game of truth or dare gets out of hand and Person A and Person B wind up getting married.

A/N: ngl this has taken me like two days to write and is probably my longest fic that’s a stand alone that I’ve done. We are just over 2k on this one.

Tonight was one of the rare nights that you were all together, things had been pretty quiet recently, and you weren't going to lie you missed the nights like this where everyone was chilling in the back garden, the bbq was on and the beers were flowing. There was only one thing missing though and that was you were single, and had been for a while now. No one was good enough, and you couldn’t help but compare them to Dom.

Your relationship with Dom was a tricky one, he had been your best friend for years, but over the last year or so things became flirty and on a handful of occasions when you had drank a bit too much ended up sleeping together. Everyone knew how you felt towards him but also knew that you didn’t have the balls to confess your feelings. So they let things be in hopes that one day you both would see sense.

“How's my favorite girl doing tonight,” Dom grinned, as he threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his solid body. A body that always made you weak at the knees. Everytime he called you his favorite girl, your heart fluttered but you quickly shrugged it off because neither of you seemed to want to take the next step.

“I will be better once I have necked quite a few beers,” You laughed, looking up at him.

“Is that right?” He hummed, as a smirk graced his face, “Any particular reason you plan on getting shitfaced tonight?”

“No, no reason,” You shrugged, feeling your skin starting to heat up, as you knew he knew what you were wanting. “Just had a long week and what's better than drinking and hanging out with my favorite people.”

“Well you know where to find me, if you need anything,” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin, before he wandered off, leaving you in a bit of a frenzy.

If only you had the guts to come clean to him, letting him know that you wanted more. You didn’t want this weird ass friends with benefits when drunk relationship, you wanted to be his girl. But you doubt that would ever happen.

“I am not playing truth or dare,” You huffed, pulling the beer bottle to your lips, as you leant back against Dom. Once again you were sitting in your usual spot, between Dom’s legs. “You know that game is for horny teenagers, it sucks.”

“Or you are just scared that certain things may come to light,” Roman smirked, staring you right in the eyes.

“I suggest Rome if you don’t want this beer bottle shoving where the sun doesn’t shine then I would shut up,” You growled, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Got it,” He nodded, holding his hands up in surrender, “But we are playing this game so suck it up buttercup.”

Much to your annoyance the night went on, so did this god damn game of truth or dare, and so did the pile of empty bottles, meaning that tonight would end up going one way. Tangled in the sheets with Dom.

Every time it landed on you, you chose dare. You wasn’t going to confess to Dom over a stupid game. Your mind was racing, as Dom, had his hands resting on your shoulder, his fingers gently brushing against the back of your neck.

“Y/N, you are up kiddo,” Tej smirked, “So truth, which may I add you haven’t picked all night or dare.”

“Dare,” You nodded, taking a long sip of your beer, “You fuckers ain't going to get any truths out of me tonight,” You shrugged, with a slight slur to your words.

“Hmm lets see, I’m sure we can get a truth out of you even on a dare,” Tej winked, looking around the group, “I dare you to kiss someone that you have so many things that are unsaid to say to them.”

You knew what they were doing, they were giving you and Dom the push you needed, but you didn’t think it would work, if Dom was interested in anything more then surely he would be the one to initiate something, not keep dragging on a flirty friendship. Taking a deep breath, you downed the remainder of the beer, before tossing the bottle onto the ever growing pile.

“You know you are an asshole right?” You huffed, folding your arms across your chest.

“Just hurry up and do it woman, we ain't got all day.” Roman laughed.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you let your heart catch up with your head. This could be the push that you both needed to get your acts together. Pushing yourself to your feet, you wasted no time in spinning around, locking gaze with Dom. A flirty smile appeared on your face as you placed one leg either side of his body, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“There's so many things to say,” You whispered against his lips, “things I have kept hidden for a while.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond as you smashed your lips against his, as his hands found their way to your ass, as your lips worked in sync. This wasn’t the first time you and Dom had kissed but things sure as hell felt different, there was a lot more passion in this one kiss than ever before. Your stomach felt like it was about to explode as the sparks you felt caused the hairs on your skin to stand on end. You could have carried on kissing him forever but your lungs were starting to burn and you needed air, so reluctantly you pulled away, keeping your eyes closed as you rested your forehead against his.

“So I think we need to talk about a few things,” Dom hummed, against your lips, “I think we have both bottled things up for far too long now.”

“Do you want to go for a drive?” You whispered, finally letting your eyes open, staring into his brown eyes, “Get away from all these fuckers staring at us.”

“Come on then trouble,” Dom whispered, “With the amount we both have put away tonight I think a walk along the beach would be better.

That was the last thing you remembered of the night.

The sunlight that shone through the living room was blinding, why did no one think to close the goddamn blinds, your back was aching from sleeping on the sofa, curled up to Dom. Opening your eyes, you squinted, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room, a couple of the guys were awake and holding their head in their hands as the hangovers set in.

One thing that confused you was the fact you were now wearing a dress, you definitely wasn’t wearing a dress at the start of the night, so what the fuck happened after you kissed Dom around the fire?

It was too much to think about right now, your head was pounding, it felt like the room was spinning, and you were far to content tucked under Dom’s arms, so you nuzzled you face into his body and drifted back off to sleep in hopes that the hangover wouldn’t be so bad.

The sound of pots and pans being crashed around woke you up, groaning as you pulled your arm over your face, why were people being so loud? Going back to sleep did fuck up in heloing with the hangover and it currently felt like you had a baby elephant stomping on your head, and also you were now the only one on the sofa, at somepoint Dom had gotten off the sofa, more than likely for a piss.

“Morning sleepy,” He smiled, passing you a mug of freshly brewed coffee,moving your legs so he could sit down “How did you sleep?”

“Okay I think,” You half laughed, before taking a sip of coffee, “Hanging out of my arse though,”

“I think we all are feeling the effects from last night,” He nodded, “Do you remember last night at all because you passed out around 3am,”

“Honestly the last thing I remember is us going off for a walk, after that it's just blank.” You admitted, suddenly feeling a stinging on your finger causing you to look down at your hand, you cocked your brow at your hand as you saw the cling film wrapped around your ring finger, along with a cable tie that wasn’t fully tightened.

Slipping the cable tie off you placed it on your lap, before slowly unwrapping your finger to be met with the blank ink of the letters DT, now you were extremely confused, what the fuck happened last night and why couldn’t you remember anything. Looking over at Dom’s hand, to find he had the same just with your initials.

“Oh Mrs Toretto is finally awake,” Roman said with a childlike grin on his face.

“Urm excuse me,” You said not looking up from the black ink, “Mrs what?” You were in shock, there was no way that you and Dom got married last night was there? You tried your hardest to piece together anything from after your memory went but nothing was coming to mind.

“Mrs Toretto, seriously I think you're going deaf right now.” Roman laughed, leaning back against the other sofa.

“Do you really not remember last night?” Dom asked, rubbing his hand along your bare thigh, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I am not going to lie to you, I remember nothing after us going for a walk,” You whispered looking up at him. “Did we really get married?”

“Yeah we really did,” He nodded, pulling his phone out to show you the pictures that had been took the previous night. “It started off with a dare, at first you told Brian to fuck off, you wasn’t going to marry someone on a dare, but after a little while of us fooling around in the kitchen, I asked you and you said yes so we went off to find the nearest place that would do it.”

“Wow,” You mumbled, placing your hand on top of his.

“But if it isn’t something you want then we can go get it annulled, and I completely understand if that is what you want.” Dom sighed, dropping his gaze from you, he knew that it was too much when he asked you last night, feelings had only just been admitted and there he was blurting out the question whilst you were both drunk as fuck, neither of you had proper riings either, just some shitty cable ties and a tattoo.

Your mind was racing, you didn’t know what to say or think. This wasn’t how you had dreamt you would get married, you thought you would have a somewhat big day, involving the cars and your whole family. Right now you just need a little bit of space to process everything.

“I need a moment to myself,” You whispered, moving your legs off Dom’s lap, pushing yourself to your feet and slowly scurrying out of the room, as you left the living room you didn’t miss the look on Dom’s face, he looked broken.

Sitting on the decking, you placed a cigarette between your lips, lighting it whilst letting your gaze fall on the mountain of empty Corona bottles. Maybe you would remember something from the night before, even if it was a small thing at least it would be something.

Everything happened so fast, one moment Dom had no idea what you were feeling and the next you were his wife.

Half an hour had now passed and you were still sitting on the decking, trying to piece together the night before. You saw the hurt in Dom’s eyes when you walked out of the living room and that hurt you more than the hangover.

“What you thinking?” Dom asked, as he sat down next to you.

“Just how crazy the last 24 hours have been,” You breathed, “I never thought for a second I would end up married, like this time yesterday you didn’t even know my true feelings for you and now we are married.”

“Like I said we can get it annulled if you want,” Dom sighed, “I don’t want to force you into anything.”

“Who said I wanted to get it annulled?” You asked, looking up at him, taking your hand in his, “Yes it wasn’t how I had seen myself getting married but I can remember bits, I mean my memory is still pretty hazy but it’s something. And cable ties for rings, that's a new one on me,” You giggled, resting your head on Dom’s shoulder.

“Hey, it was all I had on me at the time,” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head, “It's just you and me against the world babygirl, I know we have done things completely different and back to front but we aren’t normal people, we do not play by the rules.”

“Yeah we have never played by the rules,” You giggled.

“Come on then Mrs Toretto,” Dom grinned, “lets go get some breakfast because I don’t know about you but I am starving”

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#dominic toretto #dominic toretto x reader #dominic toretto imagine #fast and furious #fast and furious x reader #fast and furious imagine

[cheekygreenty]

Hii, I have literally spent all day reading your darling fics. I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING! I was wondering if you were comfortable, if you could do Aleks and reader as parents with a little boy who could summon shadows too. Just something soft with a proud and protective Aleksander. If you aren't comfortable with that then I am soooo sorry for asking and making you uncomfortable. Again I really love your writing!

My boy - The Darkling x Reader

Thank you!!!! 💓💓💓 I hope you like this. It may be written very badly, but it got me out of my writers block so count your blessings lmao 😂 very fluffy btw 🥰

'Again Papa again!' the little boy was fascinated, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the newfound trick he had just seen his father procure. Little Mikhail had seen his papa summon shadows many times, often trying to catch onto the smooth black tendrils, but never like this. Aleksander on the other hand, stood still, the shock and endearment freezing his actions. What in Saint's name was that I did not do that- his head was running at a million thoughts per second.

The child however was insistent and quickly growing frustrated, his little fingers grasping onto Aleksander's hands in plea. 'Papa!! please!!'

Ever since the boy graced the earth, questions surrounding his power were constant. Although he was a Morozova, the only family line which could possess shadows, you were a Sun-Summoner of not one but two Morozova amplifiers, quite possibly the most powerful Grisha in all of history. Aleksander always thought his lineage would be overpowered by you and your Grisha nature, but he never really cared. To add to it, even though Aleksander was a living amplifier, he could never access his child's power, at once even settling that he was an otkazat'sya. But this. Oh my. This charming little boy was a shadow-summoner.

'Mikki let's bring you to mommy'

Aleksander scooped up the small child in his arms and raced to your office, practically sprinting through the gardens. The boy was not having it, writhing and thrashing in his father's arms, still throwing a tantrum about what he'd just seen. If Aleksander was right, Mikhail had just summoned for the very first time at the age of 4 and didn't realize he did it, and not his papa. He truly was a sight to behold, still dressed in his intimidating black kefta with a screaming child in his hands, running through the Little Palace like a mad man. He yanked open your door, shouting your name.

'Y/N!'

You had told Aleksander to take Mikhail while you tended to your mounds of paperwork, even the famous Sankta Y/N had tedious tasks. It had been piling up for days now and the constant distractions did nothing to aid you.

With your head stuck into reading a proposed trade agreement with the Zemini about jurda, your head snapped up to the sound of an opening door, the panic in Aleksander's voice and Mikhail's shrewd cries activating your fight or flight, automatically making dread fill your guts. Mikhail. You didn't hesitate in whipping out of your seat and inspecting the scene in the foyer.

'What is it? Why is he cryi-' You reached for your boy, his whimpers dying out as his hands grabbed for you. Aleksander's hand stopped you.

'Guess what?' a small smile made its way to his face. What is he smiling about when his child was crying? You stayed silent, simply letting your eyes check for any sign of injury to your son, nothing.

'What?' you were confused. You could faintly make out a slight sheen to Aleksander's eyes, was he crying?

'He summoned'

Your eyes grew as wide as saucers. My son is a Grisha. You too had been worried that he was an otkazat'sya. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

You had been anticipating him to show his small-science earlier, plainly due to you and Aleksander's pure power and also down to being constantly surrounded by Grisha. But now you understood that didn't matter, everybody is different, even the son of the two most powerful Grisha to ever live. But wait, what did he summon.

You looked at him and then back to your dear husband who now had a tiny tear trailing its way down his cheek.

'I'm assuming I have two shadow-summoners to take care of now?'

You reflected his smile and hugged your boy closely. Aleksander's arms embraced the two of you in a tight embrace.

'That's my boy. Right, Mikki?'

He looked to his son, the same onyx eyes looking back into his. The boy nodded absentmindedly, more focused on your black kefta button than to the emotional fiasco going on around him.

'Mikki?'

'Yes Mama'

'Do you want to show me your trick?'

'What trick?'

Aleksander took him from your arms and settled him on the ground, kneeling by his side. He took his small hands into his own and felt for that taste of power he looked for as a human amplifier. As if on queue, the room started to envelop in complete darkness, small shoots of pillowy black crawling over the books on the bookshelves, shutting out any light from the outside.

You conjured up a small orb in your hand and shot it forward to where Mikki was, suddenly remembering he was scared of the dark but the minute it settled to hover over his head, a shadow pierced through it, sending a trickle of star-like rain over the room.

Aleksander gently disconnected his hands from Mikhail's, who surprisingly enough showed no sign of fear. You stared at him in awe, your little four-year-old, who cried when you stepped on a flower, had immense power, just like his father.

'That's my boy' Aleksander whispered as he approached you. You stood on your toes to reach up and kiss him passionately.

'That is your boy' You smiled against his lips. His hands came to settle over your stomach, a minuscule bump, not visible to the naked eye.

'Maybe this one will be yours' He laughed and in his head, counted the blessings you had given him, quickly realizing it was a never-ending list.

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