#the longest I’ve had this year was 4 days straight

[area51-escapee]

Also I don’t think I have chronic migraines? Apparently that requires 15 or more migraine days a month and I’m down to 3-4 every month for the past few months. I honestly can’t remember how many I had before I got on proper medication.

#the longest I’ve had this year was 4 days straight #113 hours according to my app #counting them as migraine /days/ helps a lot #because saying I get one migraine a month doesn’t sound too bad #but they can ruin a whole week/weekend at times. #and cause me to miss several days of work #idk I’m fixated on migraines now

[harryyskiwii]

Summary: Flight Attendant Y/N meets Captain Harry Styles for the first time and they join the mile high club, sort of.

Pairing: Reader y/n X Captain Harry

Word count: 4,207

A/N: Hey everyone! So sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been on holiday the last week and that is what inspired me to write this 🥰As always, please feel free to request anything! Hope you enjoy!

One of the things you enjoyed most about being a flight attendant was the thrill of being able to visit new places, if only for a brief period of time.

You had worked for British Airways for 3 years now and soon you would be hoping to step up to Team Leader where you could help train and look after new flight attendants.

You usually only did short-haul flights out of your base which was London Heathrow and flew across Europe; the longest flight being 6 hours. Short hail suited you, you typically flew to 3 or 4 places within a day and by 1 am, you were back in your bed. That’s if all went to plan. For today’s first flight, you were heading to Dusseldorf in Germany, somewhere you regularly flew to.

You parked your car in the staff area of the airport, changed out of your trainers and into your small black court shoes as driving in heels was never comfortable.

You pulled out your small case from the boot of your car which contained a spare uniform because you won’t be caught out again; on a previous flight a passenger spilt their red wine all over you one time and you had no spare shirt to change into, your water, your lunch because aeroplane food was awful and some spare makeup to top up with in between flights.

You smoothed out your navy pencil skirt, so old fashioned you thought, and tied the red, white and blue scarf around your neck ready to enter the airport.

You headed straight for security and through the fast track lane since you were crew. Once past, you headed to the staff area to check which gate you had to go through to get to the aircraft.

Approaching gate 7, you showed the staff your pass and they nodded and let you go.

You headed towards the aircraft, where you saw the First Officer; Andy doing the pre-flight walk-around. You had flown with Andy for the best part of a year and you knew him well. He got into flying after he fancied a change in career from being in the police. You always liked Andy, he was a father to 2 girls who he adored and always made the typical dad jokes which meant it was normally a good flight with him

“Alright wee one, nice to see you” he smiled at you. “Hey, how are you?” You smiled back at him.

“I’m good, ready for 12 hours of pure joy?” He joked and you laughed. “Always” you replied.

“Who’s the Captain today?” You asked, always fearing if it would be one of the older, slightly rude Captains or one more relaxed and friendly.

“New guy, Styles his name is. Seems like a good bloke, think Daniel already has the hots for him” he winked and you laughed.

You relaxed at the mention of Daniel who you had become best friends with after you had both started the job on the same day. You loved working with him as he always seemed to make the flight go in faster.

“Hey! Am I glad to see you today” you said once inside the aircraft.

“Hey!!” He said hugging you “I’ve not been with you on a flight for ages, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do!” he said excitedly. You laughed as he always saw working with you as gossip sessions rather than working.

You headed towards the front portion of the plane where the crew placed their bags and got ready for the flight. You glanced in at the cockpit where you saw the Captain sitting doing the necessary paperwork before departure. Although you could only see the back of him you could tell he was wearing his black double-breasted black jacket with the 4 gold stripes on both the epaulettes and the sleeve of his jacket; showing his ranking as Captain.

He had short, dark brown hair which you could tell had been meticulously styled that morning as not a hair was out of place. You had never worked with this captain before, so you weren’t sure what to expect from him; some captains could be so far up their own, you weren’t allowed to speak to them unless spoken so you kept quiet and put your things away and headed back out to the main cabin to find 2 more girls who you didn’t recognise arriving onto the plane.

“Hi, I’m Emma, Team Leader for today. Nice to meet you” the tall blonde girl who was wearing a minimal amount of makeup but still managed to look flawless said to you.

“Hi nice to meet you, I’m y/n” “Lovely name, I’ll go sit my bag down and we can start the briefing” she smiled.

You noticed the other girl who had since boarded, she looked a little more reserved so you decided to introduce yourself.

“Hi I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you” You smiled at her to help relax her. She looked young and a little unsure, she was maybe 18 or 19 years old so you assumed she hasn’t long qualified as cabin crew. You remember how nervous you were for your first few flights so you decided you wanted to look out for her during the day

“Hey, I’m Holly” she said. “Not long qualified?” You asked kindly.

“This is my 2nd flight” she said and you smiled.

“Don’t worry I remember my first couple of flights, it’s nerve-wracking but you’ll soon get the hang of it. There’s no better way to learn than doing it so if there’s anything you need a hand with today, just let me know. I’m always happy to help” you smiled.

“Come on, I’ll show you where to put your things” You smiled and led her towards the cockpit.

“So you can grab anything you need out of your bag and put it in the fridge if you’ve got a sandwich or anything like that, otherwise you can pop it in here and lock it, we all put our bags in one locker together

“Ahh, I thought I heard some voices. I was just coming to do the briefing” you heard the captain say from behind the cockpit door. You stood up straight and smiled at him coming out.

His eyes fell onto you first and he smiled “Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you” You shook his hand that he had extended for you and took in his beauty. He looked young, maybe 29 or 20. He had green eyes and fair skin which had a slight tan to it, making the dimple on the left side of his face more prominent.

“Y/N, lovely to meet you, Mr Styles”

“Please, call me Harry” he told you and you smiled at how genuine he seemed. Most captains would only allow you to refer to them as Captain and their last name so it was nice to have one who was more relaxed.

“This is our newbie Holly, this is her 2nd ever flight today” you smiled as you introduced the new recruit to him.

“Holly, nice to meet you. I’m Harry, hope you’re settling in well?” He asked kindly as he shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Captain Styles, yes settling in very well thank you” she sheepishly replied. It always was a bit intimidating to speak with a captain, especially ones you didn’t know much about.

“Call me Harry please” he smiled. “Shall we move to the cabin and start the brief?” He asked and you nodded, moving to the front part of where the passenger seats were located.

By this point, everyone was now in the cabin waiting to start the briefing. The captain introduced himself to the remaining crew members before you all took seats at the front of the plane.

“So my name is Emma I’m one of the British Airways Team Leaders and I’ll be working as number 1 for this shift. Today we’ve got Captain Harry Styles and First Officer Andrew Simmons on the flight deck. For cabin crew today we’ve got Daniel, Holly and y/n, I think we’ve already met each other by now yes?” Emma asked as she pointed to everyone during the introductions.

“Great, it’s a Boeing 777 we’re on today, I’ll let Captain Styles and First Officer Andy talk more about that in a bit. There are a total of 6 flights today; Heathrow to Düsseldorf, Düsseldorf to Heathrow, Heathrow to Las Palmas, Las Palmas to Heathrow and then Heathrow to Venice and Venice back to Heathrow. Full flights on all destinations so we need to be on top of our game in the cabin, Daniel can I ask you to be number 2 today? Holly, do you mind being 3 today and y/n as number 4?”

Number 1 meant you were looking after the passengers in the front of the plane, number 2 was in the middle of the plane, number 3 was in the back section of the plane and number 4 was an additional person who helped the rest of the team, including the flight crew.

You nodded in agreement, secretly glad you were given the position of helping to look after the captain and the FO.

“Captain Styles, do you want to run through your information?” She asked and he straightened up in his chair.

“Yeah sure I’ll just introduce myself a little more since I’m a new face to a lot of people. I’m Harry I’ve been a Captain now for 5 years having previously worked for Ryanair before moving here 3 weeks ago. Please call me Harry because Captain sounds old and although I’ve recently hit my 30s, I’m not quite there yet” This gained a few laughs from the crew, including yourself.

So he was attractive and funny? The more he spoke the more you found yourself more and more drawn to him. He was charming. But not in a cocky way, he seemed genuine and the fact he was a Pilot told you he was smart. Very smart. You always did have a thing for intelligence.

“We’ll be cruising around 30,000 feet once up in the air, weather looks good, clear skies with a 30% chance of light showers. The weather in Düsseldorf is 23 degrees which doesn’t concern us as we’ll have a 20-minute turnover before boarding to come back to the UK unfortunately, bet you wish you’d chosen long haul now Holly?” Harry joked at the fact that although travelling throughout Europe, you hardly ever got to even leave the plane.

You all laughed and Holly agreed. Harry continued with the briefing, telling you about the time durations, and quizzing everyone on emergencies, something which was legally required to ensure all crew knew what to do in the event of one.

“Thanks everyone, I think we can start boarding now” Harry smiled and Emma nodded, knowing to start the boarding procedure.

“Y/N can you help Holly if she needs a hand opening the rear door?” Emma asked and you nodded.

You headed towards the rear of the cabin with Holly behind you.

Once everything was set for boarding, you headed towards the middle of the cabin to help passengers find their seats and help with any luggage they had.

Luckily, boarding took 20 minutes and before you knew it, you were doing the safety demonstration for the passengers while the plane reversed out of the airport and to the runway. You could hear Andy’s voice informing the passengers of the information Harry had relayed to you earlier about the weather etc to keep them up to date.

With the safety demonstration over and having checked everyone had their seatbelts on, Emma nodded to you to signal that you could sit down and prepare for the take-off.

“Cabin crew take seats and prepare for take-off” you heard Captain Styles say and you smiled a little at the sound of his voice.

You sat down at the rear of the plane next to Holly and fastened your seatbelt.

“I’ve done hundreds of flights and I never get bored of the take-off or landing” you said to her quietly as you could feel the plane taxing down the runway.

“I’ve done a handful and still get nervous” she said and you squeezed her hand a little to let her know it was okay to be nervous.

He must have gone from 50mph to about 170mph in less than 30 seconds because before you knew it, you were being hauled into the air with such speed that you swear your heart fell out of your arse. A “fuck” could be heard under Holly’s breath and you laughed.

That was a sure sign of a good takeoff. For a plane to take off at such speed it requires a good sustained acceleration which was exactly what Harry did.

So he was attractive, funny, intelligent and good at lifting 150-ton planes off the ground? Was there anything this Pilot wasn’t good at?

As the plane climbed into the air, Andy’s voice could be heard over the intercom “Ladies and Gentleman please remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened until the captain has switched off the seatbelt sign. Thank you”

A common command that was often used for eager passengers who would immediately take their seatbelts off as the plane took off the ground.

10 minutes in, the seatbelt sign was switched off and people started to immediately stand up to use the toilets, it always looked like the hunger games you thought.

Because the duration of the flight was only 1 hour and 25 minutes, only the drinks and snack service were required so you and Holly started with that as one of your first tasks, hoping to keep the passengers settled.

Halfway through the service, the alarm which alerted cabin crew to the cockpit was rung and so as the number 4, you left the drinks cart and headed to the cockpit.

You straightened out your skirt and pushed back a few loose strands of hair before knocking and going in.

“Everything alright?” You asked politely squeezing through the small door and inside the cockpit.

“I’m just gonna nip to the loo” Andy said and you nodded, understanding. It was policy that the cockpit operated a “2-person flight deck” which meant 2 people had to be in the cockpit every second the aeroplane was in use.

Andy exited and headed for the toilet.

“Come and sit down” Harry said to you as he glanced over at the seat Andy had been sat in. You moved and sat down in the First Officer’s chair.

“How’s everything out there?” He asked looking over at you. The plane was now set on autopilot meaning it no longer required the captains' manual control, rather a system was being used to control the path of an aircraft.

“Yeah everything’s good, no difficult passengers yet, although what are the chances I’ve jinxed it now” you laugh.

“For the next 5 flights, we’ll have the worst passengers in the history of aviation” he joked and you laughed at his quick white

God, he looked so good sitting there. He had taken off his jacket which revealed a clean crisp white shirt, still showing the 4 gold stripes on his shoulder, but the shirt revealed tattoos. Tattoos which made you feel there was a lot about the Pilot you wanted to find out about.

“Great takeoff by the way” you remarked to him and he smiled lightly.

“Thanks, I’d practised take-off loads in flight school and then just lots of experience I suppose”

The way he spoke was so gentle but also with such passion for his career in his voice.

“What about you, how long have you been in the air for?”

“I’ve been cabin crew for 3 years now, I love it. I was saying to Holly earlier that no matter how many times I fly, I still get the same buzz each time we take off and land”

You watched as his lips turned upwards into a smirk “You’ve not experienced my landing yet, wait until you do”

You laughed at the comment and right on time, Andy came back.

“Fancy swapping jobs for the day?” He joked when he saw you in his chair. You laughed and got up “No thank you, I’d rather not be responsible for 130 passengers” you said and they laughed.

“You guys need anything before I head back out?” You asked them both.

“Could I get a tea if possible please y/n?” Harry asked you politely.

“Of course, how do you take it?”

“Milk and 2 sugars” he told you and you took a mental note of it.

“Nothing for me thanks y/n” Andy said.

You headed back to the cabin, being stopped multiple times by passengers to ask for certain things before making this Captain his tea.

You knocked on the cockpit door and went in.

“Here’s your tea for you” you said handing it to Harry. He smiled and took it off you “Thanks” You headed back to get a Karen in row 21 the G&T she had previously asked for .

“Y/n!” You heard your name being called by the captain from behind the door of the cockpit you had just been in.

You sighed a little, sensing something was wrong and headed back in.

“That’s the best cup of tea anyone has ever made me” he remarked as he smiled at you.

You laughed slightly “I’ll add tea-making skills to my CV then”

“Honestly it’s perfect, I might have to request you on every one of my flights so you can make me the perfect cuppa”

“Right you two, enough with the flirting. Styles we’ve got 25 minutes until landing” Andy jumped in and you and Harry both laughed.

Andy winked at you and you continued with the rest of your tasks.

You arrived in Düsseldorf, with a very smooth landing from Captain Styles at 7:20 am with the next flight at 8 am, giving you a 20-minute turnaround time to get things ready for the next lot of passengers boarding. It was a quick turnaround and before you knew it, you were taking off from Düsseldorf back to London

Landing back at Heathrow at 9:30 am, the next flight was at 10:15 and already there was an issue.

A nervous passenger was starting to feel unwell and wasn’t sure if she would be able to fly to Las Palmas. You and Emma were trying to convince her that the 4-hour and 30-minute trip would be completely safe and she had nothing to worry about.

“I can’t, I can’t fly. What if the plane crashes or falls into the sea? I can’t swim, I will drown and die. I can’t” the passenger who looked no more than 25 said.

“I completely understand your nerves, I can assure you that aeroplanes these days are made to be very very safe and the chances of anything happening are so very slim” you tried to reason with her.

Meanwhile, Emma had instructed Daniel to tell the flight deck what the delay was.

“Hi, I heard we’ve got a nervous flyer?” You heard the same voice who had complimented your tea-making skills say from behind you. The woman nodded.

You looked up to see Harry standing in the cabin, looking to speak with the passenger.

You stepped back and let him crouch down beside her in her seat.

“I’m Harry, I’m the Captain who’ll be taking you over to Palma today. Can I ask your name?” He asked kindly to the passenger.

“It’s Rebecca” she said.

“Okay Rebecca, it’s nice to meet you. So Daniel explained to me that you’re quite nervous when flying?”

“Yeah, I worry the plane will crash or fall into the water”

“Okay I can see why those are concerns, the risk of a crash or the plane failing and falling into the sea is 1 in 11 million. The aircraft is completely safe and in all my years of flying, I’ve never had an emergency on board, well actually I forgot my coffee once which was a real emergency. I’m a real grump without my coffee” he joked and the passenger laughed, as did you at the comment.

“The team are all here to look after you during the flight and if you need anything at all, you can press this button above your head for assistance and they’ll be right over to help you. Does that put your mind at ease a little bit?” He asked still crouched down beside her.

“It does thank you yes captain” Rebecca smiled.

“Good, we’ll be taking off in around 10 minutes so sit back, relax and try and enjoy the flight as much as you can” He smiled and renters back into the cockpit to being the takeoff procedure.

During the flight, the nervous passenger fell asleep halfway through and only woke up when the plane was safely on the ground. Harry came to check on her as she was disembarking and she couldn’t thank him enough for his kindness in calming her down.

“It’s no trouble at all, you have a good holiday now” he told her as she left the aircraft.

So he was attractive, funny, intelligent, good at lifting 150-ton planes off the ground and great at calming people down. If you hadn’t already fallen in love with this man, by the next 3 flights, you definitely will have.

Thankfully, the following 3 flights were uneventful, except for the drunken guy who had spilt his crisps all over another passenger which you had to clean up.

The last flight from Venice back to base at Heathrow was welcomed. Your feet were sore, your makeup had half melted off and you couldn’t wait to get your hair out of the uncomfortable bun you were required to wear all day.

After seeing all the passengers off the plane, you started to clear up.

“What a day, thanks for all your help guys” Harry shouted down the cabin as he locked it up for the night.

“No problem Captain Styles, hope to be working with you again soon” Emma said to him.

“Likewise, you guys head off I’m just going to do a walk around” you heard him say.

“Are you sure?” Emma said. “Yeah sure, thanks again everyone” he said once more.

You, Holly, Emma and Daniel started to get ready to leave when you felt Harry’s arm touch yours slightly.

“You stay” you heard him whisper into your ear subtly as you passed him to get your bag.

You blushed and swallowed hard “You guys go, I need the loo” you said to the rest of them.

“Go in the airport” Daniel said and you hinted at him to go.

“Weak bladder, you go I’ll see you soon” you smiled at them.

“Text me later!” Daniel said and you smiled as they left the aircraft.

“Weak bladder eh?” The captain raised an eyebrow at you when everyone was out of sight.

You laughed “I couldn’t think of anything else”

He laughed and smirked at you “I couldn’t help but think about you today. That shitty landing in Venice was your fault, I couldn’t think of anything else”

“I’ll just add ‘distraction to pilot’ on my CV as well then shall I?” You joked.

“You’re such a distraction to the pilot,” he said quietly as he leaned in closer to you.

He cups your face in his hands and he leans in and slowly kisses you. The kiss soon starts to grow more intense as moans echo through the cabin.

He’s started to groan in your ear and kiss your neck up and down.

He pushes you down into a seat in the front row by your hips and he kneels down in front of you.

His hands go up underneath your skirt and start to pull on your tights to reveal your bare legs.

"Harry we can’t do this here." You say completely out of breath already.

“You’re right, the toilet is better. Does this count as joining the mile high club even if we’re not in the air?” He smirked as he led you, barefoot to the bathroom.

For the next 10 minutes, you and Harry enjoyed each other’s company in the toilet as he moved his hips slowly inside of you, each thrust getting faster and faster.

You felt like you might collapse soon and he knew it too so he decided to stop just before you orgasmed and let you out of the toilet.

You sat down in the front row, completely out of breath, a little disheartened he’d pulled out before you orgasmed.

He appeared from the toilet, zipping up his trousers and putting his belt back on.

“Let’s finish at my house” he said and you happily obliged. It was fair to say that night you never got any sleep, despite how tired you had been after your shift.

Thanks to Harry giving you the most amazing sex you’d ever had, you had never been more grateful to be an Air Hostess as you had been that day for meeting your now boyfriend, Captain Harry Styles.

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[stealthetrees]

Okay I’ve snapped.

If you say Percy Jackson is stupid I will find you and make sure you regret it.

I have inattentive type ADHD. I was diagnosed in 4th grade and got put on medication. I did not think there was a difference but I got an award from the school for how much I improved. They didn’t know it was because of meds.

Before I was diagnosed I remember being on the verge of tears often at school because I got so frustrated that I couldn’t do work. I sat at my desk with the pencil in my hand staring at a worksheet physically unable to write the awnser I knew. I would stare at the question and like an optical illusion the rest of the page blurs together and I can’t even make out word anymore.

I thought I was dyslexic for the longest time because some fonts are so difficult for me to read. I could look at a recit, know it says lettuce, and it will not process in my brain. Unless I am a few hours away from a deadline it is nearly impossible to start assignments. Essays are hell.

You know those songs that have an American accent but are completely nonsense? That’s what it sounds like a lot when I listen to people talk. Usally I can grasp the general meaning but I can not tell you what word you just said.

Time is not real. I sit down, scroll through tumblr for maybe 15 minutes and my roommate asks why I’m sitting doing nothing for 4 hours straight. Full days disappear and I can’t remember anything that happened. I have no idea how long it takes me to do something I do almost every day.

I went two weeks at the beginning of the semester with meds that where 10 milligrams lower than my usual dosage. My grades still haven’t recovered.

THAT SAID. In cannon, Percy Jackson passed 13 years of school with high enough grades to be accepted to a university. Not medicated. Without accommodations.

So either the education system in New York is taylored specifically for people with ADHD, or Percy Jackson is a fucking geinios. I can’t spell.

So ignoring the fact that nearly every fight he won by outsmarting his opponent, let me tell you why.

In the books, he’s an introvert, sits in the back, tries to keep his head down but usually fails, gets detention often, and has been expelled multiple times. That’s not the kind of kid teachers go out of their way to help. He’s also unlikely to ask for help. So, despite his struggles in the classroom, he has never been held back or had to redo a grade as far as we know. And it’s pretty likely considering his age.

Add in the fact that he would be constantly sleep deprived from staying up very late (like from 10-3, based off my experience) and his dyslexia, Percy would need to be really good at retaining information after hearing or seeing it only once. That’s actually supported by his ability to memorize prophecies word for word after only hearing them once. We know Percy is bad at taking tests, so he would have to be really good at recalling information.

He also did it all unmedicated. I want to cry just thinking about it.

tldr, the fact that Percy’s grades where high enough to get into college means hes fucking brilliant

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[becauseimswagman1]

A/N: This story will (Read: might) be uploaded in 4 parts. This is part 1 out of.... unknown. This man has been on my radar since Love, Victor, and now that he's been in Never Have I Ever, more people can see how amazing he is.

A/N#2: This isn't a fic for Victor (L, V) or Ethan (NHIE). This is a fic for the actor behind those characters, Michael Cimino.

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What Are We?

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There’s something about waking up naked to breakfast in bed from your best friend that seems fake as hell, except it’s not and it’s happening to you. 

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You and Michael met at an after-party for a movie premiere a couple of years ago. The two of you bonded over how bad the movie was even though the cast of actors was amazing. 

He thought you were very pretty and tried flirting, but he stumbled over his words. You thought it was cute that an established actor was essentially fumbling trying to talk to you, so you saved him the trouble and asked for his number. 

After that night, the two of you were inseparable for about two weeks since that’s all the time he had left to stay in LA before he went back to filming. The distance didn’t stop y’all, though. He always made sure to check on you, ordering you food from across the country just to make sure you ate, sending “good morning” texts, etc. That continued over the years and sometimes you thought he was crushing on you, but you didn’t want to assume anything. 

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So, when he surprised you for y’all’s two-year “friend-iversary” by showing up at your doorstep with flowers, your favorite dessert in hand, and a hand-written letter that says how much he cherishes you as a person made you swoon a bit because nobody had ever done that for you, friend or not. Maybe you’d been the one to develop a crush on him.  

“Michael?! What the fuck are you doing here?”, you moved out the doorway so he could walk in. 

He went straight to your kitchen to put the dessert in the freezer, “Thank God you weren’t taking a nap, this ice cream cake would’ve melted.”

You followed behind him and sat on the counter and watched him move around your kitchen like he lived there, the sight was so cute. If only you weren’t so afraid to tell him how you felt. 

“Um… Hi Michael?” 

“Hi hello, how are you on this wonderful day?” he hugged you tight, his face buried in your neck. The way his breath felt on you had you thinking some very impure thoughts. 

You pushed him back before you could let out an audible moan, “Wonderful day? It’s definitely a regular-ass Tuesday.” 

“It’s our fucking friend-iversary! Did you forget or something?” you did forget, you’re willing to admit that but then again you weren’t even aware that this was something that’d be happening. 

“I didn’t even know that was a thing, dude! Is that why you showed up with all that stuff?”

“Duhhh. Annnd it’s the first time we’re seeing each other in SIX MONTHS! It’s the longest I’ve ever been away from you! How are you not vibrating out of your skin right now?”

That was an easy question to answer. Every piece of excitement that would’ve exploded when you saw him was quickly taken over by a bit of arousal. He had clearly been hitting the gym every day and the tank top plus short shorts combo was doing something to you. 

“I was just working on something before you came,” you saw his eyes light up, “Woahhh before you get all excited, no you can’t see it.”

You’re sort of an influencer. You do a ton of stuff without the restriction of a company behind you. You manage yourself and do it well. Your profession is being an editor. 

“Oh come on~. You know I enjoy watching you work, even if I don’t completely understand what you’re doing.”

“The final answer is no. Anyway, what are we doing for this friend-iversary?”

He opened your cabinet and took out a bag of chips and started eating them, “I was thinking that we get dressed super fancily and go to an overpriced restaurant, then we come back here to Netflix and Chill.” 

Your eyes widened at his words, was he suggesting you two hook up? Like sleep in the bed in a non-platonic way? 

He saw your expression change, “Wait, wait, wait I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that we chill out and have some of my famous margaritas.” 

“Oh! Right, right,” You were kinda sad that he didn’t mean it, but you certainly weren’t gonna let him sense that you were bummed, “So, what’s this letter?” You held up an envelope. 

He cleared his throat, “Oh that?” he snatched it from you, “That’s something I want you to read when I leave the state. Got it?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Now that we’ve got that straight, go get dressed. Our reservations are at eight and you take forever to get ready.” he put the chip bag down and started walking to the door.

“I do not take forever, wait, where are you going?”

“To get my suitcase. We finished filming yesterday and I thought I’d spend some time here… Is that okay with you?”

You smiled a little, “DUH! Why wouldn’t it be okay with me? Go get your bag before I purposely take forever to get ready.”

He was already halfway out the door when you finished your sentence. 

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IX-VIII-MMXX

“Long live the queen.” A single tear left Prince Charles’ eyes, leaving a soft glisten down his worn cheek. “Let the people know,” he let go of her dead hand, “the queen is dead.” the other people in the room left with their hearts broken. Moments later it was all over the world, “The longest reigning monarch of England, Queen Elizabeth II, is dead.”

Back at the royal residence, the family of Windsor mourned their beloved family member as she lay in her deathbed. Tears were shed all around. Love is rarely stronger than those for relatives. 

“M-may I have a moment alone with her?” Lady Louise asked her family. Her and the previous queen had been close. If Elizabeh had a favorite it was probably her. Each person took their leave after saying public goodbyes. Finally they were alone. Louise took her grandmother’s hand. “You were brilliant in your time. Everyone will miss you,” she paused, “I just… I just don’t understand why you didn't wait till you were 100…” Without even opening her eyes, the queen bursted out into laughter. “You could have waited four more years! ‘Dying’ at 96 is so unsatisfying!” 

“I am tired! I don’t want to wait four more years. That also just seems a bit too eye-catching- dying right at 100.”

“I think you dying at all is too eye-catching. You should just let everyone know you’re incapable of such mortal whims. I think it’s more believable.” They both shared a good, small laugh. “So what will you do now?” Louise inquired. How was one of the most famous people on earth supposed to live out the rest of her immortal days without being recognized for a good century or two- possibly more? Shakespeare and Hathaway took 4 centuries to come back into the open.

“Oh not much. Probably just roam around the secret corridors and ‘chillax’ in the bunker. I plan on whispering ideas on how to run the country into Charles’ ear as he sleeps, so that will be fun. Hopefully he doesn’t die right away from madness.” 

“Well, I wish you luck. I hope you’ll leave me a way to come visit you every now and then.” Louise smiled at her grandmother. She had known since she was a little girl that the conspiracies and silly theories were true. When the Queen was more youthful, she had held a secret meeting with Anne Hathaway and her husband, Adam Shulman (William Shakespeare). They had given her their secret of immortality in exchange for fame when they came back out into the open. The Queen wanted to wait to use it, and now was finally the time. 

No one knew. No one except little Lady Louise Winsdor. 

“Of course I’d let you visit. It’ll be dreadfully boring living my time out alone. I’ll need a few people to keep me company. Who better than my most beloved granddaughter?” They shared a warm smile before an unwelcome knock presented itself at the door. 

“Louise, are you done now? It’s time.” It was Andrew. 

“Yes, I’ve made my peace.” She left the Queen with a smile on her lips and a longing in her eyes. She loved Elizabeth, she just wished the queen would let her love her longer. 

That night as everyone lay sleeping in their beds, even the former queen thought to be dead, several pairs of eyes jolted open at thoughts of schemes. Elizabeth packed her most treasured treasures in preparation of going into hiding that night. As she packed away her things, her door creaked open without a second’s notice. Andrew had walked in. 

“God save the queen,” he gasped in astonishment. “You are alive.” The queen dropped her rucksack in surprise at her being found out. “How…H-how are you still alive? We saw you dead!”

“Oh hush now, Andrew,” She composed herself, “anyone can conjure up the right sleeping drought with the right friends and enough money.” The boy accepted his confusion and jumped straight to idiocy.

“Well, now that you’re alive, you can continue your rule! Charles isn't the King!”

“Ah tut tut tut tut tut,” she halted him, “Charles will be king, whether I'm truly dead or not.”

“But, I don’t understand.”

“My time is done, child. I no longer wish to be queen.”

“You can't do that though! That’s not how the monarchy works. You are alive, you are still queen!” He was getting angry now. Confused people often misplace emotions. 

“I am not the queen… and I'm not alive.” This made Andrew even more confused. “I’ve passed away peacefully in my bed. Immortals have to die some time or another.”

“Immortals?”

“Oh, sweet Andrew,” she walked up to him and began rubbing his arm lovingly. He was one of her favorites too. “Death has knocked on my door many times. I’ve invaded him time and time again. I hide in plain sight, cloaked under the veil of midnight. I am invisible to him.” Andrew’s face soon changed from puppy eyes and gaped mouth, to a devilish smirk and a scheming brow.

“Thanks for letting me know.” He pushed Elizabeth away and pulled a gun to the front of her chest. “I happened upon your little conversation with Louise earlier today. It was hard to grasp at first, but I’ve heard the conspiracies. The ones about you and your immortal friends. I’m not entirely surprised, but I think Louise is wrong. If the people find out it’ll be a real riot. That’d be real fun, no?”

“You can’t tell anyone. It would ruin everything.”

“Oh? Hm… I suppose I could keep it a secret. In exchange for the cloak.”

“What cloak?” The former queen’s glaire was sending daggers through Andrew’s spine, but he wouldn’t dare show his wavering. 

“Oh please, ‘cloaked under the veil of midnight?’ You are ‘invisible’ to death? I’ve heard of Harry Potter, mother.” 

“Wow,” she began, “you really are an idiot.” With that she pulled out her own weapon and shot fire straight through the Prince’s chest. “No loose ends.”

She decided to leave the body there. No one could blame someone who was dead and gone. Before she departed into the secret room beyond the walls she called out to her dearest granddaughter.

“Louise.” The room after that was left so quiet only the young girl’s thundering heartbeat could be heard. She showed herself, appearing from out behind the door. 

“Y-yes?” 

“I know why you’re here. I thought you of all people would be the least likely to betray me like this.” Louise’s heart pounded louder and faster. It was so far up her throat she thought she might vomit. 

“No! I- I just- just wanted-” She stumbled over her words like a pathetic newborn baby. 

“You’ve seen what I do to those who try to get in my way. Be a dear and bring me some rations every month.”

“Yes, grandmother.”

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A Ghost Playing Hangman {J.Seresin} Part 7

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: mild swearing, lots of fluff ahead

A/N: Always love to hear your thoughts and comments as the story goes on! So much more in store for you all! My inbox is always open for you. Thanks for reading!!

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The two of you had sat on the beach for as long as you needed. Jake didn’t pressure you to head back to the bar, which had you thinking back to what Bradley said earlier. You pulled your head back some from his chest and asked, “Why do you make it seem like you’re an asshole when you really aren’t?”

You felt his chest rumble with a laugh, “Thank you for sugar coating that question, Darlin.” You offered him a small smile, still feeling beat up from the day. “Figured you would want it straight up.”

His hand gently pushed your head back to his chest and absently played with your hair. It was a small gesture that you would be smiling about for days to come.

“This is going to sound dumb when I say it out loud, but I read once that if you got tough, nothing can hurt you. That if you looked out for yourself, no one could touch you. And I don’t know why, but it seemed to stick with me. I come from a military family, and it felt like nothing I did could live up to their expectations. After years of busting my ass to show them I was good enough for the family name, I finally gave up. I saw that quote and knew I needed to do that. Since then, I’ve made sure I was one of the best and that everyone around me knew it. Less disappointment that way.”

While you didn’t come from a military family, you understood where he was coming from. The constant disappointment could eat away at you, and it was easier to pretend like it wasn’t there. Holding everyone at an arm’s length had become second nature to you for that exact reason. Can’t lose anyone close or have to meet expectations when no one truly cares about you.

“It makes sense. I think you have met the one person who actually gets where you are coming from. Ever wonder why I don’t have many friends?”

His response back made you playfully slap his arm, “Just thought you were a bit awkward in social situations.”

While it might have been true, you weren’t always like this. “I was a different person before I lost my WSO. I went out constantly, always looking for a good time. It felt like I was surrounded by friends and had more of a carefree attitude. Losing him had my view of the world change and I shut down. This detachment is the first time I’ve hung out with other pilots, and I think I miss it. I miss the social connection with others.”

He didn’t respond for a few moments but pulled you closer. Letting you know that he was here for you. And in that moment, you felt something you hadn’t felt in years.

Safe.

Jake had offered to drive you home, but you didn’t want to leave your car here over night. Which is why you found yourself alone behind the wheel, blasting music to stay awake. The second you had pulled out of the parking lot, exhaustion hit you like a bus making you wish you had taken him up on his offer. But as stubborn as you were, you were determined to make it home by yourself.  

Ten of the longest minutes later, you pulled into the apartment complex thanking the lord above for getting you there in one piece. You checked your phone as you got out of the car and saw one unread text from Jake.

Text me when you get home, please. I know how tired you must be.

You fired off a quick text back letting him know you were home safe, and nearly collapsed on the couch. Five minutes, you told yourself before you would get up and get ready for bed. But it took less than that to fall asleep.

A loud banging had you jolt awake. Confusion quickly set over you as you tried to figure out what the hell was going on. The banging started again, and you realized it was the door. Who would be knocking this late at night?  

You opened the door to find a cleanly dressed Hangman and your mind was reeling with questions.

“Morning, sweetheart. Thought I would bring you some coffee to start your day.” You watched as he held up the cup and it finally clicked what he said.

“Morning?” You turned around and looked at the clock on the wall. 05:35.

“Oh fuck!” You left the door open for him as you started running around your apartment, trying to get ready in the next five minutes. How you managed to sleep through your alarm, you had no idea. But then it clicked. You were stupid enough to fall asleep before setting it and if it wasn’t for the gorgeous man at the door, you would still be sleeping.

While you were moving around like a crazy person, you missed the amused look on Jakes face as he watched you. The normally put together pilot he had come to adore was long gone in this moment. And he couldn’t get enough of it.

You cursed under your breath as you stubbed your toe on the coffee table, trying to grab a hair tie you left out. “Slow down, killer. You have plenty of time.” You jumped at the laughing voice, forgetting Jake was here and shook your head.

“Not if I want to get a few runs in before roll call.” You continued getting ready until his voice stopped you. “Admiral Simpson called a meeting for this morning. Which means no flying beforehand.”

You gave him a head tilt, silently asking him to explain. “You now know as much as I do. He sent an email this morning to the group. Have no idea what it’s about.”

At those words, you gave up on getting ready and sat at the table where Jake was. He handed you the coffee and a small bag. “Grabbed a bagel on the way out. Didn’t know if you were a breakfast person or not.” This man was so much more than you initially gave him credit for.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You grabbed the bagel and took a few bites out of it.

“A normal person would say thank you.” He gave you his signature smirk and you shook your head.

“Thank you for the wakeup call. Lord knows how long I would’ve slept before I woke up.” His eyes softened at the statement knowing you needed sleep after yesterday. “Eat up, Darlin. I’ll drive us to base.”

Things between the two of you had changed and it seemed like time was moving too fast for you to fully figure it out. But you did as he said and the two of you were headed to base in the next 5 minutes.  

The drive would only take about fifteen minutes, but you had to ask what was going on between the two of you.

“Jake, what is this?” You watched him take a few breaths and wished his aviators were off. It was easier to read him when you could see his eyes.

“What do you want this to be?” Answering your question with a question was his way of avoiding, but one of you needed to be forward.

“Look, I haven’t let someone into my life in a very long time. The job we have makes things like this tough because we know the risks. But last night on the beach, you made me feel safe. And that feeling hasn’t happened in God knows how long. There is a big part of me that hopes what is happening between us is real, but another part of me is scared to let you in because I don’t know what I would do if I lost you too.”

Jake pulled his truck over to the side of the road and put it in park. You couldn’t help but look at the time and he waved a hand at it. “We have time for this talk. I promise.” You glanced up at him and saw his body facing you. Nerves fluttered in your stomach, and you had no idea where they just came from.

“I wanted you from the moment you snapped at me the first day of this detachment. Now it took me a while to understand that, but yesterday put everything into perspective for me. Almost losing you made me realize just how bad I have it for you and I’ll be damned if I let you walk away without a fight, sweetheart. Yeah, this job is dangerous. But you have to trust the fact that we are two of the best pilots out there and it is going to take a whole damn lot to bring us down. Let me show you love the way you deserve. Because darlin, I’m crazy about you and you don’t even realize it.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. How is it that the man everyone has talked down about for being selfish has proven to be one of the most selfless people you know? At the beginning of training, you wouldn’t trust this man as your wingman. But now, you were willing to trust him with your heart.

“You have to promise me you’ll come back. After every deployment, mission, and training session. You have to come back to me.”

He leaned forward with his hand cupping your cheek, “Darlin, I promise I will do everything in my power to come right back to you. But you sure as hell better do the same for me.” All you could do was nod your head at him as you took a few deep breaths.

“I’m scared, Jake.” And it was the truth. You both knew what was about to happen in a few weeks and giving yourself to him made it seem like you were testing fate.

“Let me show you that you shouldn’t be.” He leaned forward and softly kissed your lips. In this moment everything felt perfect.

But perfect moments don’t always last forever.

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How about 16, 17, and 18? 🤩

Hey, lovely! What great questions, thank you!

16. What is your most underrated fic?

I'm not sure how to define underrated here. For instance, I really love The Glass Hearts but it's not a drarry (or any ship) fic, so it's not surprising that it hasn't been read as much as other stories. It did have some awesome comments, though.

If we go with a simple gut feeling, that undefinable ache about a fic we love that we wish it'd been read more, then for me that's The Boy Who Died. It has had a bunch of readers and some comments, but I'd like to share my love for that fic with more people. It's the one fic that whenever it appears in my kudos email, I always smile.

17. What fic are you most proud of?

Although I did consider mentioning dirtynumbangelboy, I'll have to go with 9 ½ Days. It's my longest fic, for one; it's a fic I was very close to abandoning but I managed to finish, which gives me a sense of relief and even triumph when I think about it; and it's one where I poured my thoughts and feelings about Draco in his canon years.

Also, in most of my fics I try to add something that we might not see a lot in fandom (like the treatment of the Shrieking Shack in Through the Looking Glass and What Draco Found There or Draco as an Incubus in Hush, darling etc). In this case, I wrote about magical Romani, which isn't something I'd seen before in HP, and some scary faeries. Finally, I'm quite pleased with the prose, esp in some passages.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

I've got a few in mind but let's go with the first kiss scene in 9 ½ Days. This is in Chapter 4. I won't copy the whole thing out, just parts. Under the cut:

Harry and Draco have spent a few days on the run now. They're starting to trust each and are getting closer emotionally but there's been no overt attraction between them. A great way to get them to think about sex (with each other) is to give them a reason to discuss sex in general, and Draco is the one who brings it up here.

‘You know what I‘m sorry about in this whole affair?’ Draco said, affecting nonchalance. ‘That I’ll die a fucking virgin.’

Harry’s mouth went dry. He hummed something indistinct.

Draco whispered, ‘Is sex as good as people say, Harry?’

‘How should I know?’ Harry asked, his hands sweating.

They talk about their experiences briefly. A paragraph follows that I quite like:

They hadn’t taken their eyes from the ceiling, as if this conversation didn’t involve them. Perhaps it was easier to talk about sex to the ceiling. Harry attempted to deal with this news as calmly as he could, even though his heart — and cock — swelled with the thrill of possibility. He’d had fantasies about Cedric and Bill Weasley in the past, but seeing as they were both straight, Harry’s fantasies had felt harmless; an idle exercise, a private unreality he liked to spend some time in. But now Harry had fantasized about someone who lay beside him and confessed to liking boys, too. Someone who Harry could reach out and touch, and who might — the idea made Harry’s blood simmer — welcome the touch.

Harry really should turn his back and go to sleep. Draco shifted and Harry caught Draco’s body heat very close to him, and his scent.

‘I’ve never kissed a boy,’ Harry told the ceiling.

I like the image of them side by side, looking at the ceiling, because this conversation is momentous for both of them but it's a bit too revealing and honest, and so it's easier to look somewhere else. To pretend that what you're saying doesn't matter much, exactly because it does matter. A lot.

Draco was the one who brought up sex earlier and then Harry is the one who comments that he's never kissed a boy. He gives Draco an opening. The subtext here is 'I want to kiss you but I can't bring myself to say it.'

I'm really pleased with the imagery in these two sentences:

Silence followed, but a pregnant silence, full of fluttering butterflies and words trapped in throats. A silence that held its breath, waiting to see where the conversation might lead.

Draco takes the opening and suggests what we all want to see. I have a soft spot for kissing or sex scenes where the characters give in to their attraction while holding back emotionally. The fuck buddies scenarios; the "this is a test kiss" like here, and so on. In those cases, although the scene is about relieving sexual tension, it still retains some tension and that is more interesting to me.

Draco gazed at him. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment, drawing Harry’s eyes there. ‘I know you hate me,’ Draco said, his voice low, ‘but seeing as we’ll probably die soon, you could… test it. If you want. With — with me. Just so you’ll know.’

‘I don’t hate you,’ Harry said with conviction. There were worse monsters in the world than Draco Malfoy.

Draco kept staring, wordlessly asking for a reply.

‘Sure,’ Harry said, aiming at casual and failing. ‘Just so I’ll know.’

Both stalled, awkward now that kissing was on the table. Harry didn’t know if he should make the first move or whether Draco would. Tense like a diver about to jump off a cliff, Harry shuffled and brought his face closer to Draco’s, his heart in his throat.

Draco cleared his voice. ‘Let me…’ He rose to his elbow. Propped over Harry, Draco gazed at him with enigmatic eyes, cupped his cheek and kissed him.

Draco here echoes the phrase "let me" which Harry said earlier in the chapter when cleaning Draco's wounds. The rest is the description of the kiss, which is very soft and sweet, if I say so myself. I don't know what people think but I'm happy with the way their first kiss has come about in this fic.

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#5

Honestly, after the shit Aang pulled at the ember island players, I 100% would’ve supported the episode ending with Aang walking in on Zuko and Katara making out.

509 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#4

Sokka: Katara, how many times do I have to tell you-

Katara: Because you don’t know how he feels about me! What if he doesn’t like me? He’s gonna be the Fire lord in a few days.

Sokka: He literally jumped in front of lightning for you! I think it’s clear!

Katara: Pshhh, he would’ve done that for anyone and you know that.

Sokka: … *Deadpan* He used Suki as momentum to save you from falling rocks when his sister found us at the air temple. Suki was just lucky his shove happened to get her out of the way too. I don’t think he’d do that for just anyone.

Katara: No he didn’t-

Suki: Yes, he did. He flat out told me.

513 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#3

Suki: Why don’t you just tell Katara how you feel?

Zuko: *Scoffs* Are you crazy?!?! That’s the stupidest thing I could ever do. We just started to be friends!!! No. I’ve made enough reckless decisions in my life.

Also Zuko: *Yeets himself directly into lighting*

682 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#2

Guys..

The original script adds so much context for a lot of scenes, but this one?

Zuko didn’t just start sleeping next to Katara because he wanted to be close to her. He also wanted to be close enough to protect her from another ambush and bomb attack.

And Katara could sleep with a smile on her face because she knew Zuko would be there to protect her. Zuko gave her the opportunity to sleep without being alert 100% of the time for the first time in probably forever…

I’m not okay 😭

696 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Katara: So, let me get this straight. You were in a war meeting... thirteen years old… defended new recruits from being used as fodder… and in return, you were challenged to an Agni Kai- at thirteen- by the officer who proposed it… But on the day of the Agni Kai, you- at thirteen years old- were met by your father… who you refused to fight… and instead of calling it off… he burnt half your face off and banished you?

Zuko: Yes…

Katara: *Nods* Excuse me.

2 Hours Later…

Ozai: *Cell opens* What-

Katara: It’s a full moon tonight.

Ozai: … Why-

Katara: *Sighs and starts sand timer* You have 10 seconds.

Ozai: *Apprehensive* For what?

Katara: To run, before I gut you like a fish 😁

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BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL PAIN

Part 4 Pairing: Druig x Reader

PRESENT DAY

How many years had it been? God not even you knew the answer to that. You had stopped counting the years long ago. “Kingo why exactly did I agree to stay with you?” You asked sarcastically. There was a soft but wicked smirk appearing on your face. “Because I’m awesome. Simple as that” he replied confidently before sipping more of his margarita. “God I’m so drunk” you moaned as you rolled over taking in the beautiful view of the ocean before you. “So you should be happy!” He insisted before you scoffed at his comment. “I haven’t been happy since-“ you began to say but the pain cut the words out of your throat. “Drink” Kingo demanded before it went silent  as the pair of you were consumed in thoughts and memories. “It’s been so different since we all went our separate ways. I don’t quite know what my purpose is anymore. It just feels like I’ve been on a permanent vacation” you mumbled into your straw. “Yeah I know what you mean but at least we’ve got each other for now” he commented trying to distract your mind from where it was inevitably going to land, on Druig.

It took you the longest time to get out of bed when you realized he was never coming back. Your heart could barely sustain your body anymore based on the broken state it was in. The shock still hadn’t worn off and a millennium had now passed. Who knew if he was even still alive? Part of you wanted to know the answer and the other half of you wanted to let your fantasies fill in the blanks. It was probably what was best for you but when did you ever do what was best for you? Your heart hurt, it burned and ached so badly you thought you were having a heart attack. That was until you noticed this pain daily. Your body hurt from missing him. There was a warmth you always saw within him that no one else understood. But it was that warmth that kept you safe when your visions became too much. And now it was gone with no return date in sight.

“One more shot!” You screamed out happily holding the small glass in your hand. Kingo and Gil were laughing as you danced to silent music on the beach by the fire. You could already barely see straight but what was one more? Let’s be honest you were addicted to self destructive behaviors ever since he left you. You fell to the ground ungracefully, plopping in the sand. The drunken smile on your face suddenly fell end Gil noticed. “Oh come on sweetheart don’t you dare” he warned with a grave expression on his face. “I know. I know” you practically choked on the words as you forced them out.

It wasn’t like you wanted to still feel this way. You had fucked around and had plenty of sex with random people through the years but you never connected. There was no connection, no spark, no fire. One time you thought you had felt something with another man but realized every time you had sex you daydreamed about Druig. No matter what you did your body craved this man.

Lighting a cigarette you glanced quickly around your surroundings. It felt as if someone was watching you and that’s a feeling you couldn’t shake but wish you could. “Will I ever find him?” You mumbled to yourself before downing the rest of your drink and pouring another one. Through the years you picked up many bad habits trying to cope but currently your favorite was drinking yourself into a stupor when the pain got too bad.

That night you tossed and turned in your bed filled with confusing and intense dreams. When you woke in panic and sweat you had no idea what to think of it, so you took a walk.  Wrapping yourself in a blanket found on the couch you walked into the cool, breezy air and inhaled deeply. The scent of sea salt and pineapple filled your nose and calmed your body instantly. The wind blew again and you caught a whiff of something so familiar it seemed to haunt you. You knew that smell well. “No you’re brain is trying to trick you” you mumbled to yourself like a crazy person as you began pacing and looking around your surroundings. The smell came again and your body instinctively followed the trail as if it would bring you back to life, bring you back to yourself. A distant rumble of thunder rolled in over the water soothing your fried nerves. The lightning lit up the sky and a dark figure standing in front of you. “Druig” you whispered.

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Tiger Shark

Part 4: The Anchor

Chapter 23

If last year’s Hunger Games was the longest, this year’s must set some sort of record for the shortest. Within two days nine are dead, and on the fourth day Johanna Mason emerges from her hiding place in the trees and begins hunting down the rest. No one predicted that move. She scored a three, and everyone wrote her off. I even heard a rumor that she cried all through her time in the Training Center. Then the next thing we knew she killed the last six tributes, who made a desperate alliance against her, in two minutes. She was in the arena for five and a half days.

Sitting in the Victor Center, we are all shocked. That’s it, that’s the end. In a few days we’ll all go home and not see each other again until next year, except for the ones who get invited to the Victory Tour party. Johanna’s not even in bad shape. She didn’t have time to start to starve, and nobody messed with her before she went on her killing spree, so she’s not really injured. This is crazy. Why couldn’t I have done that? Oh wait, I did not and never have looked helpless. I couldn’t have sold it. I had to win on confidence.

Next to me, Augustus mutters, “Wish I’d won that fast.”

“I wish you’d won that fast too,” Gloss whispers from behind us. “I was running out of sponsors.”

“I wonder if she had any sponsors.”

“No one I talked to was even considering her. You?”

Augustus shakes his head, glances to his other side. “Megary?”

“Nope. I’ll ask Carver though. He’ll know.”

Carver won the year after Finnick, using the exact opposite strategy as Johanna. Everyone knew he was the one to beat from the start, and no one could do it. He killed over half of the other tributes. I’m not scared of many of the other victors, but I am scared of him. He’s one who Beck says entered the arena the same person as he came out, which is concerning. No one should be able to kill that easily and feel no differently about it.

~~~                               ~~~                               ~~~

The next night, we all dress up and go to the highlight show. I, along with the rest of the victors, am seated exactly where I looked last year when I didn’t want to look at the screen. I wonder if Johanna will do the same thing, or if she’s cold-blooded enough to watch her own victory.

I don’t find out, because when the cannon booms and the Hunger Games start, I drift back into my own terrible memories of those first ten minutes in the arena. I come around a long time later, Finnick silently holding my hand on one side. On the other, Porter Millicent Tripp is pointedly looking straight ahead, bringing no attention to me. The solidarity among victors never ceases to amaze me.

It is only another fifteen or so minutes before the highlight reel is over. The final shot is Johanna raising her axe to the sky in triumph as she falls to her knees. I may be biased, but I think mine looked better.

Then President Snow gives her a golden crown and presents her to the audience, and I am officially no longer the current victor. It is a surprising weight off my shoulders. In fact, I am almost happy when we arrive at President Snow’s mansion.

This party is almost fun, even in my instability. The focus is not on me, so it’s not likely anyone will notice if my mind decides to take a long walk down traumatizing memory lane. I still have a fair amount of well-wishers, fans who are glad that I’ve made a full recovery from my illness but were disappointed that I had to cancel my Victory Tour. I thank them all, then eat two enormous slices of prime rib and drink several glasses of champagne. Finnick raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

I dance with anyone who asks. Dad’s been giving me lessons again, so I am much more confident this year. Augustus has me for two songs in a row. We talk and laugh and I am already looking forward to seeing him again next year. When I tell him that at the end of the second song, he laughs and says, quietly, “That’s how they get you,” then passes me off to Finnick, who trades him Megary.

“I see you found some friends,” Finnick spins me around.

“I didn’t believe Beck when he told me it got easier, but I’m kind of attached to them.”

Finnick smiles. “I like those two. Megary may act tough, but she’s a softy. And Augustus is… well, he’s never had to lie about himself.”

“Are they…” I’m not sure how to phrase this nicely. We are, after all, in polite company. I can’t exactly use the word I would if I was talking to my fishing crew. “A thing?”

“Not according to anyone who would know.”

“What does that mean?”

He answers very quietly. “They both get the same deal I do. Same deal Cashmere and Gloss get. Same deal Johanna’s going to get. And they’re from different districts, so we can’t have that.”

I’m reminded of Megary’s words. “Why haven’t I had to…?”

“Same reason you’re not a mentor. You’re too risky. Imagine spending an obscene amount of money for the promise of a night with Megary, and then she spends it curled up in a ball, hearing voices. You’re not going to recommend the investment.”

“Oh. I didn’t know they knew.”

“Of course they know. Your stint in the med center here convinced them that they don’t want to risk it. At least not right now. And by the time you get better, since it’s been this long already, you might be old news and not worth the risk even if it’s much less of one.”

“Oh.”

We finish the song in silence, and I am rescued from my thoughts by Cassia Vickers, who appears next to us and begs Finnick for a dance.

“Only if you promise we can have a piece of cake after,” he smiles.

Cassia nods, and Finnick picks her up for a waltz.

I make my way toward the rim of couches, but I am intercepted by Gloss, who spins me across the dance floor.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. Too bad you had to cancel the tour.”

“Yeah, you seem really beat up about it.”

He smiles. “Robbed of the annual party none of us ever look forward to? I’m still trying to emotionally recover.”

“Sure you are.”

“Well if you really feel guilty about it, I’m free after the party.”

“Sadly, we’re leaving tonight. Maybe next year.”

“Drew the short straw, huh?”

“Something like that. I think Finnick ran out of dates.”

Gloss laughs. “Glad to see you’re keeping him out of trouble. He needed a friend. Or, whatever you’re calling it.”

I give him a look.

“You don’t have to be a genius to notice what your fellow victors are up to. You just have to be careful when it all plays out.”

~~~                               ~~~                               ~~~

As the party winds down, I bid Augustus and Megary goodnight and goodbye until next year. Finnick and I take a car to the train station, where Mags, Beck, Cellin, and Manta are already getting on the train. We follow them into the main car. Cellin and Manta each take a whole bottle of alcohol and stagger into the next car. Finnick slumps over the dining table and is asleep before the train starts moving. Mags, Beck, and I pick over the food before moving to the couches.

Mags asks how the party was.

“Good enough. More fun when it’s not all about me.”

Beck nods. “And you’ve got friends you can look forward to seeing next year. That’s the only way to get through it with a smile.”

~~~                               ~~~                               ~~~

Johanna’s Victory Tour is much more successful than mine. The people love her, but I don’t think it’s the same way they love Megary and Finnick and Augustus, or even the same way they love Gloss and me. It’s the kind of love that comes from total fear. Johanna is vicious and bitter, and she doesn’t hold back. Even her speeches are delivered venomously, but no one cares because they think it’s all part of her persona.

When she comes to Four, the six victors are invited to the banquet. And by invited, I mean sent clothes to wear. It isn’t an option. But Four is always good for a party, so I don’t imagine it will be too bad. When they seat me next to her, I’m more than a little concerned about a personality clash, but it turns out she isn’t too bad. I’ve never done anything to her, so she doesn’t hold anyone else’s actions against me. Very generous.

“Any advice for how to live with myself?” she asks over seafood stew.

I take a bite, thinking about it. “Tell your friends how much they mean to you.”

“Can’t,” she says nonchalantly. “Wasn’t that popular before I went in, and after I got out, everyone left was too afraid to associate with me.”

“Tell your parents you love them,” Finnick says from across the table.

“Dead.” She sounds like she doesn’t care.

“Drink,” Beck says from my other side. “If you don’t have anything else left, that’s the only way to sleep at night.”

Again, I can’t help but wonder what he’s been through.

“I’ll take that under consideration. What do you do for fun?” Johanna changes the subject like it is nothing, and with no change of careless tone.

Now I wonder what she’s been through.

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LATTES WITH LOUIS - Hot 107.3 FM - Part 1

1. What’s your latte order?

Double shot. Double shot latte, whole milk. I don’t like any of those weird milks. [you’re just straight up, right?]  Yeah, traditionalist.

2. Tell me a bit more about AFHF 2092.

It’s the second year we’ve done it, this year. The first year was put on, basically, as a thank you to the fans, really.  It was a free gig, the first one, an idea I had over lockdown. Originally, I had dreamt and hope that we could do it every year, but I didn’t know what the reaction would be. But this year, it was a proper success, and the growth from last year to this year, the second year, has been amazing. So hopefully I’ll get to do it every year. […] Yeah, it’s cool.  And also it gives me an opportunity to give, like, a different kind of platform to bands on the up, once I like listening to, and it was definitely a problem for me to listen from backstage, watching my fans listen to the bands that I love. It was cool.

3. What’s your go-to McDonald’s order?

I mean I do move around on me own a bit. To order right now— it’s probably a bit early, but— if I was to order right now: A double cheeseburger, six nuggets, chips, maybe a milkshake. […] I love it. Although, I’d say their breakfast is the best. [Hotcakes or sandwiches?] Sandwiches. Those hotcakes, what are they? we don’t have those things in England. Are they like biscuit things on top, are they? oh right, we call it pancakes. 

4. Easiest and hardest songs to get through on the album?

Bigger Than Me, as I remember on the day, was a relatively easy one. I’d say that nine times out of ten, when you’ve got a good song, you’ve got that momentum in the room, not that the song writes itself, but you don’t find yourself spending hours and hours over everything, you do have that momentum. For whatever reason, the song on the album called Face the Music, it took the longest time. You can never really predict why. we didn’t quite get the production right. It took maybe three or four different goes.

5. What inspires you?

It can be really, really random. If you’re out on tour, it could be something that you see, or something that reminds you of something, something that makes you feel nostalgic, whatever that might be, you’re left with that feeling, and I’ll often go to my phone and just put a note down. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a song title. It might just be a concept that you find interesting. But normally just inspired by what you’re around and what you see.

6. What style would you say this album is?

Let’s see. This is always a slightly difficult question to answer. I’m always trying for the most organic sound possible. As with the first record, there’s a lot of guitars across this record. But I think, as a whole, I always say that I’m a very honest lyricist. but I’d say the sound of this record is more honest who I am as an artist. 

7. In what way was your writing process for Faith in the Future different than writing Walls?

Well, I think I spent at least twice as long writing Walls. I wrote maybe twice as many songs. This time, with Faith in the Future, I just had a much clearer idea of what I wanted, and what I wanted it to sound like. so I meant that I could be more clinical when I got in the room.  I also spent a lot more time working with artists as opposed to professional songwriters, and you just get a kind of— more attention to details, definitely

8. What’s been the most fun part of putting this album together?

I suppose the most fun part I haven’t really experienced yet, and it’s for everyone to have a chance to listen to it. I’ve had this album now for at least six months, or at least the bulk of it, so now it’s just the hope and the anticipation that everyone likes it as much as I do.

9. What’s the most fun part of being a solo artist?

I suppose, I suppose because it comes with more pressure, it means that when you get those moments of triumph, like when I walked out of my festival and looking around at what we created,  You can take full ownership in that, and that’s a pretty amazing feeling.

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4/30/2023 Part 2

*I’m really not sure what I’m going to do regarding work and treatment. I think part of my concern is the length of stay. If I do end up having to go to treatment I do not want to be gone from work for very long. I’m quite confused about length of stay. Up until this last treatment center the average length of stay for me was much shorter. The longest time I had spent in treatment was 3 months and that was through all levels of care. I didn’t even know it was possible to stay as long as I did in treatment. I spent 9 months at this treatment center on 2 different occasions. (And even that is not the longest I am aware of-I know someone who spent 2 years straight there)

*So my question is, what is the average length of stay for most treatment centers now (ie: 9+ months, 3ish months, in the middle)? Obviously there is more involved including insurance willingness to provide coverage, how well you’re doing, and treatment team recommendations. But a BIG part of my hesitancy in leaving work to go to treatment is that I do NOT want to be gone for 9+ months. That’s honestly why it’s really not a big deal to me to be turned down by the treatment center I’ve most recently been at. And IF I absolutely have to go to treatment I’m actually starting to lean towards the pace I met with yesterday morning since they have an inpatient unit. I realize this is once again the magic pill kind of thing but, if it’s needed, I would rather do the inpatient unit and instead of stepping down to residential I would just discharge to home. I don’t know. I realize I sound like an idiot. But I really don’t need to learn more coping skills and so on. I feel like what I really need to work on is the underlying reasons for the eating disorder. Spending day after day attending group after group really doesn’t feel like what I actually need. I need an interruption in behaviors, to feel better physically, and to FINALLY start working on the reasons for the eating disorder.

Long story sort: If I’m actually going to treatment then I don’t want to be gone for very long.

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#5

“My little meow meow is such a soft cutie.”

My little meow meow:

262 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

Albert Wesker NSFW HC’s

Warnings: This whole thing is a warning (maybe?)

Note: MINORS DNI! 

He’s very dominant in bed.

I just know he has a breeding kink (Albert, you can’t deny it).

He likes to be in control no matter what

This man is VERY kinky.

He’s definitely into choking and edging.

Enjoys hearing his s/o beg for him.

He has a lot of stamina so good luck, you won’t even feel your legs when he’s done with you. 

Likes to be called “sir” and “captain”. 

Growls during sex. 

He takes his sunglasses off and likes to make you look at him straight into his eyes. 

He’s going to leave hickeys and bite marks all over your neck.

I think he would be into blood play.

He’s not opposed��to his s/o riding him, but he’ll still be in control. 

He’s going to make sure you enjoy it as much as he is. 

338 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#3

Dating Albert Wesker HC’s

Warnings: None but please let me know if there’s any warning I should put here! 

Consider yourself lucky if you managed to catch his attention.

At first, he isn’t very affectionate because he doesn’t know how to but don’t worry, he tries really hard for you. 

He can be controlling but just because he loves you and worries about you, he doesn’t want any of his enemies to hurt you.

If you live together, you probably only go out if he’s with you. He would NEVER let you go out by yourself.

There are days when he’s very busy and won’t have time for you, he’ll try to make it up for you with a fancy dinner and a dozen of your favorite flowers or by buying you something that you want.

He definitely calls you dear heart and maybe sweetheart. (I honestly believe he likes pet names that end with “heart”) 

He takes good care of you; in the way he knows how to.

As I said, he loves you very much and he would never think about cheating on you. He’s very loyal.

He gets jealous very easily, it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He’s just a jealous man. 

He’s very supportive and he will motivate you to do anything you like. 

You’re the only person he trusts, and he will open up to you about his work and life. 

He isn’t used to affection but once he gets comfortable enough, he can get very touchy and even clingy. 

He loves to cuddle. (You can’t tell me that this man Isn’t secretly into cuddling). 

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My #1 post of 2022

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[kaizsche]

hi, everyone!! this is my ao3 wrapped! (i for real almost forgot to post this... sorry i haven't been writing/posting lately, i've been busy with events here and i'm working as a cleaner/typesetter for a scanlation team! we are quite understaffed and have multiple projects to work on so...🥺🥺)

How many words have you written this year?

92,601k!!!  (excluding my wips) wtf i wrote A LOT??

How many works did you publish this year?

31 aiuhdiagdadad

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

easy. skuld’s net - that one shot came to me so suddenly and i wrote it for 3 days straight w/o no breaks whatsoever!!!

What work of yours has the most hits?

my star wars one shot fic - the july writing challenge i believe is at 6,544 hits

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

my first ever tvd fic, the one inspired by arctic monkey’s 505. 

Favorite title you used

in the art of flaw, the bridgerton au fic (shoutout to my friend who helped me make it cause im not exactly great at titles lmao

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

young the giant!!! their songs are just *chef's kiss*

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

this is such an obvious question if you frequently visit my blog. Elejah and klena!!!!!1

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

elejah is a ship i’d die for but i think i love writing finnlena the most cause they’re sooo in tune with one another. at least i think they would’ve been if esther did not manipulate him. (i just love finn okay. cause he's so underappreciated?)

What work was the quickest to write?

skuld’s net (a klena fic) i wrote that thing for 3 effin days straight, looped lany’s 13 over and over and over again. (i wasnt aware of his allegations that time so…)

What work took you the longest to write?

in terms of published fics, i think it’s take my breath. it was created on oct 19 then i picked it up a maybe 2-3 weeks ago? then posted it on dec 4 so yeah

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

i lost count. there is just too many of them.

What’s your longest work of the year?

the one shot fic writing challenge.

What’s your shortest work of the year?

It’s a lil fic which idea i got from a prompt generator in tumblr - i was quite new back then so i thought that maybe participating in it won’t hurt me. It’s called 709 which is inspired by one of my wips wherein elena returned to the past after death and tried to change her life.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Oh boy, OH BOY this is a long list. I’ll be taking them all with me but the most noteworthy wips would have to be my princess diaries au and the miracle baby au fic for elejah + the elena & katherine time travel fic

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Probably unedited as hell and kol is a little shit

Your favorite character to write this year?

I think finn. his character in canon is just so unexplored (i haven’t watched the originals so…) and it’s so, so fun to explore his character and adding more to his background.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I feel... elijah? Cause i am most certainly not as eloquent as he is with words, so i usually find it hard to write his dialogues and stuff in my fics. (but honestly, i have a hard time with all mikaelsons lmfao)

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I want to explore more of wyler!! (wednesday x tyler) since i’ve just recently joined the fandom and have four wips in my drafts already.

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I think i have an almost unhealthy obsession with re-reading my work. But it definitely has to be heaven help the fool who falls in love like… i love re-exploring my old ideas (and also wondering where that ‘writer me’ in that era went (cause i literally had to write every single day and not miss a single one whilst delivering good pieces was beyond me.)

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

I’ve got 1,812!

Which work has the most comments?

with 100 comment threads, it’s not at all surprising that its my may writing challenge tvd fic

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

I don’t think i did?

Did you write any gifts this year?

i did for the wyler secret santa event and one for @qvnthesia

Did you receive any gifts this year?

@qvnthesia and i are exchanging fics later this month, so yep! I’m quite excited for that!

What’s your most common category?

easy. f/m

What do you listen to while writing?

I made spotify playlists for each of my pairings, actually. so when i write for a specific ship like klena - i usually turn the volume up for some good ol 505.

Favorite work you wrote this year?

the love of a doppelganger. there’s just something about this fic that i can’t put into words. (it’s my finnlena one) i think it’s about the prospect of giving finn’s character a second chance whilst shedding light as to why his decisions, and his siblings had came to the point of, well, daggering him.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Oh my gosh, as a person whohas short term memory this question is quite hard to answer. Lol. but this line just IDK IT MAKES ME FEEL A CERTAIN WAY, OKAY?!

“You will learn to love me just as you have loved Anakin Skywalker.” He breathes, a promise dressed in the trappings of a threat.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

What honestly surprised me the most is what the tvd fandom did to me, tbh. i’ve been writing fics since 2017, but i’ve never been much hyperfixated like i was with tvd – i think that it also helped me that the fandom has an active community, AND tight-knitted as well we even have a discord server and follow each other on tumblr. So, yeah. I basically not only owe it to the wonderful TVD character (sans the salvatores, thank you.) but also to the people that inspired me, supported me and cheered me on with my fics! (i’m looking at you, @sunless-garden, @qvnthesia,  @wazman, @katherineholmes, @amandamonroe, @finnismyoriginalsin, @sevensistersofsussex, and everyone else!!

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#5

I was just re-reading The Things She Carries and wanted to tell you how fantastic it is. You capture them and their dynamic incredibly well. Also I’ve been reading XF fanfic for 25 years and I think this is one of the best explanations for Mulder’s sometimes shitty behavior toward Scully in post-cancer-arc. Head cannon accepted. Thank you for your service. 👏

oh my goddy goddy godd, I have no idea how old this ask is, but whoever you are and whenever you sent this, I love and appreciate the hell out of you!!! Folks, if you're interested: The Things She Carries

13 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

The Fox and the Wolf

Chapter 1 of 2

[AN: Y’all, this will not be everyone’s cup of tea. Inspired by a long-ago anon sent to someone else here that suggested Mulder had had his first sexual experience WAY too young, with a grown woman who absolutely and knowingly took advantage of his loneliness and need. It is in no way explicit, but please take seriously my tw: grooming tag. Read on AO3 here.]

He was fourteen that summer, and hungry — hungry all the time. He ate enormous breakfasts, scarfed any food anyone offered him, made himself stacks of sandwiches before lunch was served, took three-quarters of whatever was on the table at dinner, stood in front of the refrigerator grazing on cold brisket and drinking milk straight from the bottle when his growling stomach woke him at midnight.

His mother never said anything about it to him outright, but he got the sense that she thought it was unseemly, this boundless appetite of his; she’d never been, or raised, a teenage boy before, and he could tell she saw his literal insatiability as somehow tied to other ill-bred, unbound desires. It was common, base — as if he were an uneducated laborer, someone who hadn’t been raised to know which fork to use for the fish course (or even when the fish course should appear in the meal).

But he didn’t start hiding it until he overheard her tell a neighbor over coffee one afternoon, “My girl Elena barely gets the shopping brought into the house before Fox has emptied all the bags himself. It’s as if we’re running an indigent pantry out of our own kitchen.” The disapproval, the scorn, the hesitation and dropped voice before the words “indigent pantry” — he got the message, loud and clear.

After that, he made sure to cover his tracks: He’d have dinner at Paul’s house, where they ate earlier than most, then go home for dinner at his own; slip a $10 out of his mother’s purse to buy two footlong subs and a two-liter of Coke at the deli grocery down by the shore and eat them all himself on the walk home; go with Chrissy Edgar to her church youth group just for the spaghetti supper; lie and say that Elena must have only gotten one loaf of bread instead of three this week.

He just couldn’t help it — he’d shot up from 5’4” to 6’0” in less than a year, for one thing, and spent all his time playing basketball or running; he burned to make the JV team as a freshman this fall, with the vague idea it might impress his parents. And girls, too; Chrissy Edgar wouldn’t let him touch her, and unfortunately Cheryl Tiegs didn’t know he existed (although the poster of her on the back of his bedroom door saw plenty of him).

But he would try — ignored and filled with free-floating need, he would nonetheless try to rein himself in.

————————

One Tuesday in late June, sidewalks shimmering in the 90 degree heat and the sea breeze nowhere to be found, he ordered two double cheeseburgers, two shakes, and a family-size fries at the Burgess Farm Restaurant, planning to pay with another $10 he’d cadged from his mom’s stash in the linen closet. But maybe it fell out of his shorts on the run there, or maybe he’d already spent it? Either way, he didn’t have it, and the dead-eyed kid behind the counter was getting bored of waiting. His stomach grumbled loudly — a cute girl at a table nearby laughed with her friends and turned away. He was actually on the verge of tears from the humiliation and the hunger.

“Fox, dear, did you forget your wallet? Never mind, I’ll take care of it.”

A lady’s voice right behind him, then materializing next to him at the counter — Taffy? Tammy? He can’t remember — he’s only met her a few times, and that was years ago, when his mother was on the local parks board and he was in elementary school.

She was a vision in hip-hugging white pants and some sort of clingy pale blue top, long dark hair pulled into a sleek low ponytail, gigantic diamond ring glittering on her left hand. Her bright green eyes, full of good humor, looked him up and down. “Tabitha Welliver, darling — call me Tabby. Your mother and I … used to know each other.” Her look — wry, knowing — reminds him of why she hasn’t been around in awhile; the fight over park usage permits by “outsiders” had gotten pretty ugly near the end. “Heavens, though — you’ve certainly grown since then.”

“Oh, uh, thanks, thank you, Ta — uhhh, Mrs. Welliver,” he stammers, accepting the armful of food she hands him, feeling his cheeks tingle with an embarrassing flush; caught penniless, and caught fighting off a woody for no damn reason at all, he’s not sure which is worse.

“I can, uh. I can pay you back —” His voice cracks on the last word and he wants to die.

She laughs, patting him on the head; she has to reach up to do it. “You certainly will not! This is my treat. When my stepdaughters were your age, every boy they brought home was always on the verge of starvation — no matter how much they ate! Don’t you dare give it a second thought.”

He mumbles some thanks, desperate to get out before anyone else he knows shows up, but genuinely warmed by her matter-of-fact generosity.

“You know what you could do, though?” She’s gently steering him to the exit, apparently having forgotten her own order.

“Ma’am?”

“Come by my house anytime you’re hungry — I’m all by myself this summer, George is in Japan working on another deal, and his daughters are all in Europe doing god knows what. My housemaid makes more food than I could ever eat — save me from wasting all that, won’t you?”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he repeats, “Ma’am?”

“Oh, don’t call me ma’am, please, Fox! Tabby, or Tabitha if you must. It’s the big white brick house with the green trim, just on the far side of the hill — I spend the afternoons on the porch with a book, most days. Come by anytime, really dear, anytime. You need fattening up!” She laughs again, as if they’re both in on the joke.

He nods dumbly, knowing he will not at all ever do that. She touches his cheek with a fond, indulgent smile, then watches him go, calling after him, “Wonderful to see you again, Fox!”

He’s intensely embarrassed, later, when an unbidden image — Tabitha-in-the-blue-top — manages to blot out the lovely Miss Tiegs in the nightly round of what his mother calls “self-abuse,” but he hopes his mental apology to her, after, will be enough to clear his conscience — and that he’ll never think of her that way again.

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The next Saturday is a bad one in his house. His mother sleeps late, then complains of a vicious headache and spends the day sniping at him: He needs a haircut, no he can’t go play basketball at the school and never mind why, that Chrissy Edgar girl is too fast and obviously headed for a bad future, how on earth can one person eat an entire pot roast, she wished she had at least one child who didn’t leave the bathroom looking and smelling like a livestock-grooming business.

Finally he says he’s going for a run and doesn’t wait for permission. It’s close to sundown as he starts out, going a little too fast on the fuel of the day’s anger and irritation. He runs to the shore, turns back on a different road, takes a big loop to avoid anyplace his friends might be (the two-screen movie theater, the ice cream store, their own neighborhood). He’s slowing, finally, as he leans into the long uphill of Center Street; his watch says he’s been running for an hour, which means probably he’s done somewhere around eight miles. And now it’s full dark and he isn’t sure how far he is from home.

He pauses by a wrought-iron fence in a rich-looking neighborhood, stretching his quads and calves, wondering whether to try to find a phone to call his mom, or just start walking and get there when he gets there. His sweaty shirt is starting to make him feel clammy in the night breeze, and all of a sudden the good exhaustion of the run is gone, replaced by the sadness he spends a lot of his time running from.

“Fox, is that you?” A voice calls from nearby.

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15 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#3

ok if we’re doing thanksgiving, might as well throw this ‘un out there again 🫠

Until Tonight; Until tonight. (529 words) by Edie_Rone Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully, Dana Scully/Other(s) Characters: Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, OC (mentioned Additional Tags: AU, what if Scully quit after she was returned from her abduction, Thanksgiving, Glenmorangie Summary: On Thanksgiving eve, many years after she'd quit the Bureau and moved on with her life, a widowed Dana Scully remembers the man she'd tried to forget.

18 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

#2

Appendicitis - 2022’s first gift to me! ☹️

18 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

out-of-touch show creators be like uuunnnhh eeunnnhh everybody hated my revival series my brother in christ you wrote that shit

43 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

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I posted 206 times in 2022

That's 206 more posts than 2021!

155 posts created (75%)

51 posts reblogged (25%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 107 of my posts in 2022

Only 48% of my posts had no tags

#winter-spiders - 88 posts

#winterspider - 67 posts

#bucky x peter - 55 posts

#peter parker - 25 posts

#spidershield - 21 posts

#spiderfalcon - 21 posts

#kinktober - 17 posts

#sam x peter - 15 posts

#steve x peter - 13 posts

#bucky barnes - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 51 characters

#it was funny at first and then i made it depressing

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Peter: "Alone. Yes, that's the keyword, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."

Tony: First, did you just quote Stephan King at me? and Second, PLEASE just ask the manchurian candidate out please. Im sick of this pining.

Peter: Hes straight! He doesn't like me like that!

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Sam: Peter isn't straight for the love of Thor PLEASE just ask him out!

Bucky: He loves Tony! not me!

Sam: He loves tony because the man adopted him a few years ago! Tony is like his father!

Bucky:...your telling me the dude I've been jealous of for the past year is Peter's father??? And you didn't tell me????

134 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#4

Tony: There is absolutely no way you are straight, Pete

Peter: i’ve never even once thought about a guy like that, Mr. Stark

*Bucky and Steve walk in*

Steve: Peter! i’ve been wanting you to meet my childhood best friend, Bucky. Bucky meet peter, Peter, this is Bucky

Bucky: Hi Pete! i’ve heard a lot about you, all good things, i swear

*peter staring for a few seconds*

Peter: i have to gay

Peter: -go, i have to go

*tony after peter left the room*: I KNEW IT!

138 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#3

After a few days of dad and papa saying he can’t date a certain super soldier, peter makes this:

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152 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#2

imagine:

Steve walking into Buckys room to talk and Bucky is sitting on his bed, shirtless, and covered in hickeys.

Steve’s notices them and asks “where’s the girl? if they look that fresh, she should still be here”

Steve starts looking around the room and then looks up as a joke and sees peter hiding on the ceiling trying to get into a vent

152 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I mean...Yeah

340 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

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