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circle-with-me · 3 months

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it’s golden, like daylight

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Content warning/tags: fluff, lots of fluff, romance, brief mentions of smut, slight hurt w/comfort, noah being the sweetest bean.

Summary: It’s your three month anniversary with Noah, and he’s got a surprise for you.

Word Count: 4.3k

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A pair of long arms twist around your waist and pull you close. The warmth of his body radiates through yours and you sigh contentedly. This had become a semi-weekly occurrence. Over the last month or so, Noah had started sneaking in your bed — slipping under the covers and drawing your body to his. He’d bury his face into your hair or neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Occasionally it would turn into sleepy sex, his slow, deep thrusts into you from behind taking you apart piece by piece. Most of the time he was just there to be next to you. He told you that going to sleep and waking up (again) next to you set him on a good course for the day. The two of you hadn’t been together long, but he wasn’t afraid to admit that to you. You loved how vulnerable he was.

As you lie in his arms, you notice you don’t feel as rested as you normally do. You pry one eye open and it’s significantly darker in the room than it usually is for his visits. You glance at the clock and see the time — 11:58 pm.

As you turn your head to nuzzle into him, he places a chaste kiss on your cheek. “Mmm, a midnight visit. What’s the occasion?” He plants another kiss, then another. You feel him smiling against your skin.

“You don’t remember, bug?”

You rack your brain but you’re so sleepy nothing is coming to mind. Noah is apparently impatient as he squeezes you.

“C’mon baby..” he whines.

“I’m sorry, Noah. I’m so tired I can’t even think.. please tell me.”

Noah chuckles softly and nudges your cheek with his nose so you’ll look forward. You notice now that the clock says 11:59 pm.

“Let’s wait until midnight and see what happens.” He whispers.

The room falls silent — the only sounds are your breathing and the traffic outside. Noah traces light patterns against your tummy and you sink further into his chest reveling in the feeling. His face is half buried in your neck, his eyes peeking out to keep an eye out on the time with you. You look at him through the corner of your eyes and wonder how you got so lucky. There’s this beautiful boy in your bed, in your life. What he saw in you was a complete mystery but you prayed to whatever higher power would listen that you could keep him.

“Bug, you’re not watching.” He says with a soft smile. Your eyes shoot over to the clock just in time for it to flip over to 12:00am.

Noah squeezes you tight and whispers into your ear, “Happy three months, baby.”

The realization that he wanted to be here with you the second your anniversary settles in and you’re quickly overcome with emotions. Your eyes well up with tears as he peppers your face with kisses. Suddenly, you feel terrible because it didn’t occur to you that was what he was here for. You were afraid he thought you had forgotten. The tears start falling much faster and Noah is quick to notice.

“Y/n? Bug, what’s wrong?” He asks, pushing your hair out of your face.

You shake your head and bury your face into the pillow. The muffled sobs coming from you make Noah worry even more. He pushes up on his elbows and kisses your shoulder.

“Please tell me. Did I do something wrong?”

Your laughter confuses Noah, but it’s the most ridiculous question he could have asked.

You turn your head slightly to look at him. His hair falls in his eyes, soft and full of concern, as he gazes down upon you. Noah kisses your palm when you bring it to cup his face as his thumb brushes away your tears. He shifts down to you where his face is hovering over yours. No words are said, however his face silently pleads with you to tell him what is going on.

“You haven’t done a thing, baby. You’re perfect.” You sniffle. “I’m just upset because I don’t want you to think I forgot about our anniversary. I’m just tired. I wasn’t thinking and I…I’m sorry.” You cover your face with your hands, crying quietly. There’s no initial response from Noah and you’re sure you’ve screwed everything up.

“Baby..” He says through quiet laughter. He pulls at your hands so he can see your face but they won’t budge as you’re slightly embarrassed now. He huffs and you move one finger slightly, peeking out at him. He spots you immediately and grins. You quickly move your finger back to its original position.

“If you’re not going to let me see that beautiful face of yours then I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”

You feel the bed shift as he swings his leg over your body, he pushes you flat on your back and cages in your hips with his legs. He attempts one more time to pry your hands off your face to no avail.

Noah chuckles. “Have it your way, then.”

His fingers sneak under your shirt and wiggle against the skin of your ribcage, causing your stomach to contract. You giggle and squirm underneath him but hold your hands tight to your face. He continues around to your back and down your sides trying his best to get you to move your hands but is unsuccessful.

You feel a presence close to your face but don’t dare to look. “Guess I'm going to have to take it up a notch.” He whispers in your ear, and kisses the lobe. You giggle, knowing what his plan was and that you were going to fail miserably. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let up until everything was fixed.

Noah focuses his hands on your stomach, tickling and your hands instantly fly to his to push them away. Your laughter and his fills the room. He grabs your hands and gently places them above your head. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips.

“I know you didn’t forget, bug. We just talked about it not long ago, remember?”

The memory of your conversation from the day before resurfaces in your mind. Originally he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to spend time with you on your actual anniversary due to band obligations but he surprised you and told you that he had rearranged some things to make it work. You were overjoyed and couldn’t wait to spend the day with him.

You wiggle your arms and Noah lets go of them. As you wrap them around him, you let out a breath.

“You’re right, thank you. I’m so glad you’re here.”

Noah’s eyes crinkle when he smiles at you. The moonlight shining through the window casts against his face. No one has ever looked at you the way Noah has. He gazes at you as if you hung the moon. It’s almost like he is trying to memorize your face. It’s a look of devotion and admiration, and it gives you butterflies.

“I have the whole day off and it’s our anniversary.” He leans down and kisses your lips softly, his next words ghost against them in a whisper. “I want to make sure I spend every second with my best girl.”

Noah spent the rest of the night making love to you. He took his time, pulling climax after climax from you. He spoke soft praises in your ear about how good you were for him, how amazing you felt, and how you were made just for him. He finally let you fall asleep around sunrise, your head against his chest, both arms wrapped tightly around you.

Dishes clanking in the kitchen wake you from a deep sleep. You roll over to see the time: 10:00am. The joints in your legs and arms crack as you stretch and yawn. You put on a hoodie and a pair of shorts and walk towards the kitchen.

Noah hears your footsteps on the tile and whips around. He grins and opens his arms wide.

“There’s my sleepyhead!”

As grumpy as you are in the mornings, his smile is contagious. You all but run into his arms and he hugs you tightly. He nuzzles his head into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“I was about to come in there and wake you up.”

You laugh and look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. “I’m so sorry but someone kind of wore me out last night.”

Noah cocks an eyebrow and smirks. He leans down and places his lips close to yours but doesn’t let them touch.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night.” He breathes.

You nearly shiver at his words but manage to keep your composure.

“Who says I’m complaining now?”

He chuckles and slides along the counter, revealing a tray of food that was behind him. On the tray there was a plate of pancakes, a smaller plate with eggs and bacon, a small bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice. You stare at him in awe but notice his face drops a little as he looks at the tray.

“I actually wanted to wake you up so I could bring you breakfast in bed… but I guess I was too loud, huh?” Noah says, rubbing the back of his neck.

He looks so nervous like he has messed everything up. You silently curse yourself for not staying in bed longer and ruining his plans. You stand on your tiptoes and place a kiss on his cheek.

“This is perfect, baby. Thank you so much.”

Noah’s eyes light up.

“You know, I can still bring it to you in bed. It won't be a surprise anymore but I’d still like to.”

You nod your head and giggle. Noah smacks your butt playfully as you turn around and head back towards your room.

A few moments later, Noah enters the room with the breakfast tray. He walks slowly towards your bed, careful not to spill anything. He sits the tray across your legs and climbs in next to you. You look down and notice something was different. A small vase with daisies had been placed in the corner. Your heart explodes in your chest. Could this man be any cuter?

You take Noah’s face in your hands and kiss him. “Thank you, Noah. This is so sweet.”

He rubs your bottom lip with his thumb and kisses you again. “Happy Anniversary, Y/N.”

To your pleasant surprise, Noah had much more than breakfast planned for your day. He took you to get your nails done, then to lunch at your favorite restaurant. Afterwards, you went to Pacific Park to ride the ferris wheel and walk on the beach. He even took you to buy a new dress and shoes for dinner, despite your protests.

As you walk to your front door he stops you and places a blindfold over your eyes. He leads you to your room and has you sit on the edge of your bed. He leaves the room for a moment, then reenters. You hear shuffling and something lands on the bed next to you. He removes your blindfold and you look around the room, noticing nothing different.

“Get dressed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He leaves again before you can say a word. You slip into the red dress he bought you that cost more than you would ever pay, but as soon as he saw you in it he insisted on buying it for you. Or rather, as soon as he saw you in it he pushed you back into the dressing room and fucked you in front of the mirror so you could see how beautiful it looked on you.

After that he said you couldn’t return it to the rack, so he had to buy it for you.

The black strappy heels you put on were also Noah’s pick. You had to hand it to him. The man knew how to dress even when it came to dressing other people.. or maybe he just knew what he wanted to see his girl in.

You sit at your vanity and touch up your hair and makeup. The door opens and when Noah walks in you nearly drop your mascara. He’s in a black long sleeve dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, black trousers, and black leather chelsea boots. A gold watch on his wrist accentuates the black outfit perfectly.

“Ready, bug?”

You swing your legs delicately over the vanity bench and stand up. Noah’s breath hitches when he sees you. The dress looks even better on you now than it did at the store. Every curve and slope of your body is accentuated by the silky fabric. Your hair falls in soft curls over your shoulders and he notices you put his favorite shade of lipstick on. His heart aches because you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and he knows you have no idea.

Noah holds his hand out for you and smiles softly. Graciously, you take it and he places gentle kisses on your knuckles. “You look so beautiful, baby.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks as you beam at him. “You don’t look half bad yourself, Davis.”

Noah laughs and holds out his arms, giving you a twirl to show off his outfit. “I do clean up pretty well, huh?”

“I better make sure we don’t go out in public with you looking that good. Someone might steal you from me.” You tease him.

Noah pulls you in an embrace, enveloping you in a deep kiss. It leaves you breathless, wishing it would never end, but it does. He separates from you, his dark brown eyes staring into yours.

“That’s never going to happen, baby.”

Noah insists on covering your eyes as he opens your bedroom door and leads you out to the hallway. He decided to forego the blindfold this time so it didn’t ruin your makeup. After some playful arguing, a lot of giggling from the both of you, and you nearly falling, he manages to position you right where he wanted you.

“Okay… you can open your eyes.”

Shades of red and white cover the floor, the petals scattered there form a trail that leads to the living room. Flameless candles light the dark hallway. Behind the floral aroma a delicious scent fills your nostrils and you hear movement in the kitchen. Is someone cooking?

Your eyes light up at the sight before you as you clasp your hands together in front of your face. As you turn to look at Noah, you realize he’s already watching you with wonder.

“Baby, it’s beautiful.” you say, softly. “You didn’t have to do all of this for me.”

He chuckles and places a hand on the back of your head kissing your temple. “We’re not done yet, baby. You haven’t even made it down the hallway.” He points at the small table next to the living room door and you see a heart shaped balloon, a card, and a small black box. You reach the table and open the card.

A polaroid of the two of you on your first date falls out. You pick it up and admire it. He had taken you to a movie and then to the swan pedal boats at Echo Park. He snapped a picture of you two, the LED lights on the boat illuminating your smiling faces. On the bottom, Noah wrote:

Day 1: Our First Date. The beginning of us.

You grab the black box and open it to see a small gold bracelet inside. Dangling from the chain you see a tiny swan. You run your thumb over the grooves in the metal where its wings are, eyes brimming with tears.

“Here, let me.” Noah says, delicately placing the bracelet around your wrist. He presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist and laces his fingers with yours. “C’mon, baby.”

He escorts you into the next room. If you thought he went all out for the hallway, you were unprepared for the living room. More flower petals lie on the floor and on the couch. The house was dark, the only light was what little daylight could peek through the shades and more flameless candles that Noah had placed everywhere.

A gigantic red heart balloon arch was placed above the couch. You laugh internally imagining Noah trying to get that thing inside your house. Suddenly, it hits you. When did he have time to put it in your house? More movement in the kitchen reminds you of your mystery chef. Sweet Noah. He has a plan for everything.

There’s another single heart shaped balloon, white this time, attached to the coffee table with a card and a smaller black box. Careful not to disturb the rose petals, you sit on the edge of the couch. The card holds another polaroid of you and Noah after one of his concerts. You’re hanging off of him as he kisses your cheek.

Day 32: My biggest fan.

The box held a single charm. A small gold concert ticket Noah had customized with “Bad Omens”. He attaches the charm to your bracelet and you lean into him. You play with the charms as he rubs your back. “Everything ok, bug?” He whispers.

You look up at him and nod, smiling. You choose not to say anything, knowing if you did you’d start crying. Noah stands up. “Let’s keep going. We’re almost to the best part.”

The next table had the same set up. The photo was a blurry one you had taken after a night out. You were both in bed and Noah had red lipstick, the very same you were wearing this evening, all over his face from where you had been kissing him. You were still kissing him in the photo. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, humming.

He was remembering the night just as you were. You had stumbled into the house drunk, unable to keep your hands off of each other. The lipstick you were wearing made it onto many other parts of his body that evening and he insisted on taking photos of it all. You made him promise to keep the more risqué ones locked away, but it seems he chose the most appropriate one for this evening.

Day 72: My wild girl…and why red is my new favorite color.

Your cheeks heat at his note. Noah growls in your ear teasingly and kisses behind your ear. He prompts you to open the box, so you do. A red lips charm lies inside causing you to burst out in laughter. Noah laughs as well and attaches it to your wrist along with the other two. He pats you on the butt and guides you into the dining room.

Fairy lights were strung from the ceiling. A white tablecloth and dark red table runner had been placed on the table. A large vase of flowers, a mixture of roses and daisies, sits in the middle. The table was set beautifully; plates and utensils all in their places. A bottle of wine was placed next to a bowl of strawberries. He really didn’t leave out a thing.

Noah pulls your chair out and helps you in. He slides into the chair opposite you and gives you a big smile you can’t help but mirror. As soon as you place your napkin in your lap, someone busts through the door from the kitchen. You’re shocked to see Nicholas, also dressed up, with two plates of food. He practically floats over to you and places your plate down first, then Noah’s.

“Nicky..” You speak as you gently grab his arm, pulling him down to you. “How much did Noah pay you to do all of this?”

“Not a dime, darling. I did this out of the kindness of my heart.” He says, flashing you a sweet smile.

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, but he just winks at you. “You’re important to Noah, so you’re important to me. It’s my pleasure.” He kisses your cheek and you thank him.

“You’re welcome. However, Noah, next time you want a huge balloon arrangement snuck into her house, you’re on your own. That thing was a bitch to get in the door.” Nicholas calls out as he walks back to the kitchen.

“Nick, you know you’ll do it again in a heartbeat if I ask.” Noah yells.

“I don’t know shit!” Nicholas’ muffled yell from behind the door makes you snicker.

Conversation and laughter make dinner and dessert pass by quickly. After he passes out dessert and cleans up the kitchen, you catch Nicholas attempting to slip out quietly. He gives a little wave and you smile and wave back, a silent thank you.

Noah checks his watch and quickly stands up. “We have to hurry or we’ll miss it!” he exclaims, excitedly. He brings you out to your back patio. There are no fancy decorations. Just a polaroid camera, a black sharpie, and a familiar small black box.

The sun is setting now. The sunlight shines through the clouds, and the sky turns beautiful shades of pink and purple. Noah sighs in relief.

“We didn’t miss it.”

The realization that Noah was so worried about missing the sunset with you is painfully sweet. You watch him as he grabs the camera and stuffs the sharpie in his pocket. He turns you both around so your backs are against the setting sun, and he drapes his arm around your shoulder. You wrap around his torso and he rests his head on yours, snapping the photo.

The polaroid shoots out of the camera and he shakes it. Once the photo appears you look at it at the same time. The golden light shines through and around the two of you. Almost as if the two of you were glowing.

“I think this is our best one yet.” You say.

Noah agrees and hands you the black box. The final charm. This one was kept in a satin bag inside the box so you were extra careful with it. You place it delicately in your hand. The heart shaped charm was made of red murano glass. You gaze at the charm in awe of its beauty. It was perfect, just like all of the others.

Noah stares at you, at the sunlight shining on your face. He had spent years chasing the feeling he has in this very moment with you. All of the pain and heartbreak he had caused and experienced meant nothing anymore.

You were right in front of him and everything he ever wanted.

He had spent so much time agonizing over this night. Was it too soon? Should he wait? Would you feel the same way? He wanted everything to be perfect for you. You were perfect.

Noah sits the photo down. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you passionately. You taste like wine and honey from dessert and he licks further into your mouth yearning for more.

When he pulls away he places his forehead against yours. His hands never leave your face, his thumbs running along the apples of your cheeks. You stare up at him through your lashes, watching as his mouth opens and closes again.

“I love you so much, y/n.”

Your stomach turns a million flips at once. The pounding of your heart makes you dizzy. Tears well up in your eyes and you smile so hard your cheeks hurt instantly. He makes a surprised noise as you roughly attach your lips to his.

Noah takes your response as a positive one, assuming you wouldn’t kiss him if you don’t feel the same way. However, his anxiety is getting the better of him and he can’t wait any longer. He gently separates the two of you, the noise you make is so pitiful he regrets it immediately, but he has to know.

When he looks at you, he is unprepared for the pout you give him. It was so cute he couldn’t help but laugh. You stomp your foot but you’re also laughing.

“Why did you stop kissing me?” You question, still pouting.

“I’m sorry, baby, but…I need to hear you say it. I have to know you feel the same way.”

It dawns on you that in your excitement you had failed to respond to him. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“Baby, of course I feel the same way. I’ve actually wanted to say it for a couple of weeks now but was afraid it was too soon. I’m so glad you said it, though. All of this you’ve done for me today… This has been the best day ever. No one has ever loved me or taken care of me the way you have. I love you more than anything, Noah Davis.”

Noah grins and lifts you off the ground, twirling you around. He smothers your face, neck, and shoulders with kisses. When you thought he was done, he started again.

“Baby, are you ever going to stop?” You say through a fit of giggles.

“Nope, never.” He says, his voice muffled by your neck.

You whine and he groans playfully.

“Fine, but you have to say it again.”

You sigh, pretending like it was so taxing and kiss his nose. He smirks at you, waiting.

“I love you, Noah.”

Noah gives you a satisfied smile and pulls the sharpie out of his pocket. He uncaps it and picks up the polaroid. He taps the marker on his chin for a moment in contemplation and then begins to write.

Day 90: Our anniversary. Sunset.

The day you said you love me.

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hollyhomburg · 8 months

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Before I Leave You (Pt.58)

(SneakPeek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Your nightmares are a troubling development but the pack won't let you drown. They have different ideas on how to help you. Some more damaging than others.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, cuddling, Nightmares, graphic depiction of fake character death, Discussions of past rape, No explicit depictions of past rape/sexual assault, past domestic-abuse, flashbacks, safe-wording during sex (Sorta), unpleasant sexual encounters, under-negotiated kink, mentioned sex toys, crying during sex, Sad blow jobs, small dick jungkook, allusions to past eating disorders, anxiety, implied self-hate, self-esteem issues, non-verbal main character.

W/c: 10.3k

A/N: this chapter was originally supposed to be a lot longer- but i got too in depth with it and had to split it up. This is easily one of the more heavy chapters of bily (and that's saying something), so please be mindful of the tags! I will say- this section given as a sneak peek is actually at the beginning.

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Chapter 58: Don't let this darkness fool you

Your unraveling starts with the Nightmare.

It’s a dark tangle of half-forgotten moments. A movie with all of the scariest scenes copied and pasted. Bright punctures of feelings like blood dripping down your chin and the tang of it in your mouth. Geumjae’s scent in your nose as he shoves your mouth against his skin. All of it. Every unhappy memory that your psyche has locked away for later dragging you down and down like the tide would drag a stone to a watery grave.

Until the moments condense like a figure rising through fog and you’re sitting in that house again. The one with the yellow brocade curtains pulled closed across the windows so that no one sees what happens inside.

You're sitting with Geumjae at the dining room table. The elaborate meal in Infront of you rises with steam and smells divine. The cutlery is polished so clean that you can see your reflection in it. A million dancing tiny versions of you staring back with vacant doll-like eyes.

You remember this meal; you remember what happened to you on this morning. The soreness between your legs reminds you of that horror. You remember how hard you worked after he left in the morning leaving you in a bloody heap in the bathroom. You remember hoping that if you did everything you absolutely could to prepare this meal, He’d be satisfied and he wouldn’t hurt you again.

But avoiding rape is never quite so easy.

It was foolish to hope back then. Geumjae was a man of routine and he required your body every morning and evening without fail. But hoping is so hard to avoid, like an itch under your skin that demands biting nails, a furious sort of wanting. Hope is nothing more than a chain that drags you through the sludge when you think it might be your buoy.

For this nightmare, the other chairs at the table aren’t empty like they usually are. It’s not just you here.

He must have taken a needle and stitched your mouth shut (like he always threatened) because you feel powerless to scream at Namjoon to get away to stay back. You can do nothing more than watch as he leans over and says something to Geumjae that makes him smile.

His smile makes him look like Yoongi; who himself is sitting at the head of the table nursing a glass of wine and scowling. Jin is on Namjoon's other side, hair combed back from his face in a way that makes Seokjin look absurdly pretty. On his left is Jimin and then Tae. Each of them eats like they haven't in days, shoveling food into their mouths like it’s their last meal.

Jungkook is by your side and asks if you’re going to eat your dinner roll. Puffy and crusty bread that he never would be able to eat in real life. You watch powerlessly as he scarfs it down like he hasn’t ever eaten anything more delicious. licking his fingers from the crumbs when he finishes.

Tae is dressed in your jewels this time, not Jimin's. The necklace Geumjae gave you for your second anniversary digs into her collar bones as if it was pinned there, like a butterfly on a piece of cardboard. Glittering with more diamonds than seem possible. Like one of those Instagram filters, every reflection mark turned glittery. Jimin’s suit is like something out of vogue.

One moment you’re looking at the perfectly edible food and the next you’re watching it rot before your very eyes. The meat greying and melting, the salad wilts gooey and spoiled. The fancy porcelain plates writhing with worms and maggots and creepy crawlies that slither out of nowhere. No one notices. No one realizes that the bites they bring to their lips are poison.

Jin licks his lips, the skin already greying and cracking.

Geumjae looks up at you from his plate, grinning all the while. Collar starched white. You haven’t heard his voice in so long but your mind remembers the exact cadence of it in perfect detail.

“What’s wrong princess? Aren’t you going to eat up?

When you look back at them, Namjoon’s slumped in his chair, chest not rising and falling, staring blankly forward with bloody eyes. When you look Jin’s got his head half gone. Cut away. Wriggly things curl behind what's left of his eye. Tae’s collar bones are bleeding where the diamond collar sits. Ribbons drip down her bodice. Jimin’s white shirt is slowly blooming red too. Bullet wounds pepper his chest. One on his shoulder and a cluster of them over his heart.

Jungkook slumps over his plate seizing until he’s still. Still the way that dolls are. Dead. Looking at you with wide vacant eyes that go grey with congealing blood.

Yoongi's hands are burning, fire licking up his clothes and he does nothing to put it out. Burning and bubbling and boiling. Skin pealing up like paint beneath the flames.

Hoseok is the only one not at the table.

Geumjae smiles again. Baring his teeth in that animal way of his. “What’s wrong princess? I thought you said you loved them- aren’t you going to try and stop it?”

Coming Saturday August 19th at 5 pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below)

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gf-seasons-zine · 1 month

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We had SUCH a fantastic response from the interest check, we thought it would be fun to share it with you!

Check out under the cut for both the results and a sneak peek into the epic aesthetic planned for the zine with the gorgeous graphics designed by Mod Berry (this is Mod Jade, so I can gush ;) ) Enjoy!

How many responses did we get? 169! (Wow, thank you!)

When we asked how interested you were in the seasons theme, with 1 being "not my thing" and 5 being "super excited", 119 of you answered with a 5, 44 answered with a 4, and 6 answered with a 3- and no one answered a 1 or a 2!

6.5% of you wanted just a digital zine, 18.9% wanted just a physical zine, and 74.6% wanted both digital and physical!

104 of you wanted to show your interest by buying and 103 wanted to show your interest by applying to contribute! 13 of you were interested as moderators, 82 as page artists, 48 as merch artists, 48 as writers, and 54 just wanted to buy!

When it came to how much you would be willing to pay (in USD):

For the Physical Zine with merch, 58 of you (34%) said you'd be willing to pay $50-55, 55 of you (32.5%) would be willing to pay $55-60, 34 of you (20.1%) said you'd be willing to pay $60-65, 11 of you (6.5%) would be willing to pay $65-70, and 11 (6.5%) of you also said you'd pay more than $70.

For the Physical Zine without merch, 68 of you (40.2%) said you'd be willing to pay $20-25, 78 of you (46.2%) said you'd pay $25-30, and 23 of you (13.6%) said you'd pay $30-35.

For the Digital Zine, 142 of you (84%) said you'd pay $15-20, 24 of you (14.2%) said you'd pay $20-25, and 3 of you (1.8%) said you'd pay $25-30.

117 of you (69.2%) said you wanted merch, 48 (28.4%) of you said maybe you wanted merch, and 4 of you (2.4%) said merch wasn't necessary!

Your top 5 digital merch items were screensavers, colouring sheets, seasonal checklists, printable stickers, and a printable standee.

Your top 5 physical merch items were acrylic charms, sticker sheets, fake polaroids, prints, and badges/buttons.

Your top 5 stretch goal items were an enamel pin, an acrylic charm, a shaker charm, an acrylic standee, and a themed sticky note pad!

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Lichen is a natural way to create various colors for your textile and craft projects depending on the type you forage and how you process it. Beard, wolf & lungwort (usnea, letharia vulpina & lobaria pulmonaria) are great lichen to start with since they are often blown away from their host and more easily collected from the forest floor. This tutorial will show the boiling water method of making dye from each type of lichen, as well as the resulting color swatch samples (wool, silk, bamboo & cotton).

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0:00 Introduction - Lichen of PNW

1:32 Lichen varieties

3:53 Latin names

4:13 Ammonia method

4:55 Mordant

5:37 Foraging lichen

6:24 Lichen Dyes tutorial resource

6:52 Processing methods

7:47 Rock beard lichen

8:44 IFFS lichen dye samples

12:18 Boiling water method

13:58 Dyed fiber samples

15:25 Wrap up

16:48 Sneak peek of next tutorial

18:01 Blooper

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Lichen - beard, wolf & lungwort

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“Human Candy"

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Chapter 58 sneak peek!

The girl’s fingernails were digging into the varnish on the desk.

She’d stayed like that all class, not moving, not even her eyes. They stayed glued to some distant, unreachable place Severus surmised wasn’t even in the room. Granger had been sending worried, panicked glances between Miss Evans and Weasley-twerp the entire time, while also somehow frantically copying every goddamn word that came out of Severus’ mouth.

And now, with the rest of the little dunderheads gone, Severus had the girl exactly where he wanted her.

And it seemed as though she knew it.

“Miss Evans.” Severus said.

She did not move. She glared at the tabletop like she was planning on turning it into kindling.

He moved to stand right in front of her. He rapped the space in front of her twice with his knuckle. “Miss. Evans.”

Her black eyes snapped up to meet his. “You made Hermione cry.”

Fuck — of course she would have taken it personally.

Severus let his palms rest against the surface and leaned forward so that he was nose to nose with the girl. She did not flinch or look away, matching his gaze with a defiant glare.

"You will not address me in that manner," he began dangerously. “and Miss Granger was speaking out of turn.”

Her entire face rippled, like a stone skipping across a pond. It actually looked like she was having some kind of spasm, the waves moving all of her emotions to the front before she could school her expression back into cold, hard anger. She’d been doing a nearly admirable job — Severus supposed he had himself to commend for that. Lily would have thrown a chair at his face, by now.

“You made her cry.” Miss Evans said again. No emotion there — flat and void. The brat was Occluding from him again.

Well, two could play that game. He had been meaning for her to put it to use.

“Are you capable of saying anything else, or shall I throw you out?” Severus asked, keeping his voice as smooth as glass. He really should have taken more House points, should have read them all the riot act when all he was trying to do was protect the stupid little fuckwits from their werewolf teacher —

The girl’s dark eyes flashed wildly. Already slipping — it was almost disappointing. “I’d like to see you try.”

How very like her mother she was — so quick to anger — even if he deserved every bit of it, but she truly understood so little. How he wished he could shatter the illusion, but the werewolf had done enough, lying about Potter. He’d dug his own (metaphorical, regrettably) grave.

"Mind your tone, girl.” Severus said softly, letting a dangerous edge slip into his tone. "You may be my daughter, but in my classroom you are still a student. Do not make the mistake of believing yourself above consequences."

“I’ll do that, thanks,” the anger was bleeding into her voice, now, cracking through the syllables. “Thanks so much for the reminder.”

“Clearly you need one,” he snapped.

“I reckon you need something a lot stronger.” she said, without missing a beat.

Miss Evans clearly knew she had overstepped. Her eyes went a bit wider, as though she were shocked that those words had come out of her mouth, but her lips tightened, locking down her choice, making it impossible to take them back.

“I’d like to know what you mean by that, you little cretin.” Severus snarled.

The girl flinched, but her eyes were burning into his. For a moment, it seemed like she was battling something from within, but then she took a deep breath and said: "I mean that you're a right foul git sometimes.”

Severus stared at her — only slightly taken aback — seeing so much of himself in those defiant, dark eyes. The anger — the need to make someone hurt. The difference was that she was doing it because she cared about Granger, but the blasted know-it-all just didn’t know when to fucking shut up. She wrote more than she needed, blathered on more than necessary, desperate for — whether it was attention or some other unfillable void, Severus did not know or care — but it was something that got under his skin. The fact that Granger was his daughter’s dearest friend drove him mad, sometimes, but he did have to admit that the brat was smart. Severus could only imagine the daily idiocy Miss Evans would find herself involved in had she only befriended Weasley-twerp — or those horrid bloody twins.

She’s all alone —

“And you,” Severus sneered. “Are about three seconds from finding out just how foul I can be. You’ve seen nothing, if you think putting Granger in her place was too far.”

“If you’re mad at me for being late, take it out on me, not her!”

“That has nothing to do with this, you ridiculous girl.”

“Then what is it?”

Severus's lip curled in a sneer. "You truly understand nothing. That insufferable know-it-all is a menace in my classroom. She possesses the amount of restraint a Blast-Ended Skrewt has for its own tail."

Miss Evans narrowed her eyes. "So just because she's smart and wants to participate in class, you felt the need to humiliate her in front of everyone?”

“I was trying to illustrate a point. I did not care about the correct answer — she was the only bloody one of you that knew. Lupin is an imbecile.”

“Yeah, you’ve only said it twenty-billion times.” she retorted, her eyes narrowing. “That’s what this is all really about, isn’t it? You can’t stand that Professor Lupin is a good teacher.”

Whatever was left holding the last of Severus’ restraint — the frayed ends of his self-control that had gotten dangerously close to splitting in the Shack earlier that morning — finally broke.

“No, Miss Evans,” Severus said softly. “Do you know what I can’t stand?”

Her face hardened. “Go ahead. I reckon it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

Severus glared wildly at her. She glared wildly back. He continued to hover there, something scathing on his lips — the perfect thing to put her in her place — when she finally averted her eyes, and turned, as though she could not bear to hold her head up any longer. The Occlumency had broken.

Miss Evans’ face began to fill with something else, like a bathtub being filled to the brim, as her dark eyes began to shimmer.

Severus felt his stomach plummet to his feet. He immediately straightened, jaw tightening as the girl grappled for her rucksack under her chair.

Goddammit. God fucking dammit, he’d gone too far. The girl had been asking for it, though — but he couldn’t. The thought was mortifying, that he could not summon every ounce of his apathy and make the girl squirm anymore. It had been effortless, once. Now, Severus possessed the will of a wet paper towel.

He moved to block her from standing as she braced herself on the tabletop. His knees knocked against hers and she glared withering up at him.

“Listen to me,” he pinched the bridge of his nose — if she started crying, he was going to light Lupin’s classroom on fire. “You know that public appearances must suggest that I find you reprehensible. Especially in front of my Slytherins.”

She wiped frantically at her face, but her voice was thick. “I could give a damn what your Slytherins think.”

“Watch it,” Severus snapped.

#sam speaks #aim and ignite #sneak peek #don’t make hermione cry #number 1 rule

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through the hourglass 91. brb x oc

a/n: I really needed a fluffy chapter. I really, really did. This month might be complicated and I hope I can manage it.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: two idiots in love. <3

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Beatrice wakes up before he does, just as she planned to. She peeks up at him, seeing his eyes were closed and the soft snoring didn’t break when she moved a bit - wriggling out of his grasp. She bites her lower lip as she carefully lifts his arm from her waist, making a face when he groans a bit but just buries his face into the pillow instead of waking up.

She just wanted to pamper him a bit and she knew that the thoughts he had last night wouldn’t leave his brain that easily. She slid off the bed as quietly as she could, even falling on her knees on top of the rug, peeking over the edge of the mattress to check if he was still sleeping.

He was but his brows furrowed as his arm touched nothing, she even saw his fingers curling on top of the sheets. She didn’t have much time, so she moved as quickly - and as quietly - as possible. Beatrice fixes her nightshirt on her body as she sets his clothes on the chair, sneaking looks to her husband’s sleeping form every now and again, she sets his boots right in front of it and then with one of the sticky notes she had saved up she writes a little message to put on top.

“Okay.” she smiles but then immediately winces when she hears him moaning again, the type of moan that meant he’d wake up soon, “Oh shit. No, no,no.” she rushes over to the bed, leaning down to kiss his temple, sighing in relief when he relaxes.

“Where are you?” comes his groggy voice, eyes still closed.

“I’m going to the bathroom,Roos.’ It was a lie but he didn’t have to know that.

He hums deeply in his throat, “No, c’mere….bed feels empty.”

She smiles sweetly at him, kissing his cheek this time, “In a little bit,okay? I’ll be right back.”

And she steps back from the bed, waiting just until he gets back to deep sleep. Rooster’s brows relaxed and his shoulders sagged as he snored, Beatrice closing her eyes in relief as she leaves the room.

Except that Rooster wakes up seconds after she’s gone, so her plan is really not working that great.

He blinks his eyes open, blurred colors sharpening into the furniture in their bedroom, his irises moving around in hopes he could see Beatrice anywhere but, alas, she’s not there. He pushes himself to his elbows, looking back to the bathroom only to see it was dark “Bea?” he calls, only to hear her downstairs…almost trying to not make any noise but the obvious ‘shit!’ as she dropped something meant she wasn’t doing a good job.

“Bea?” he calls again, a bit louder but not loud enough to wake Nicole up, even checking on the monitor only to see his baby girl with her mouth open and eyes closed, sometimes kicking her legs in her sleep. After that he turns on the bed to sit up, blinking groggily at his surroundings until he sees the chair in the corner of the room.

His clothes were there, nicely folded and with something colorful on top.

At first he thinks he’s seeing things but there’s a bright pink something on top.

He groans as he rubs his face with a hand, yawning quietly - the subtle pop of his jaw making him wince a bit - and smacking his lips. He looks back at his folded clothes, kicking the covers off of him until he can stand up to check what was on top of his uniform.

He gently plucks the sticky note up, bringing it close to his eyes and a smile appears on his face.

“If you were a triangle you’d be acute one!” with the drawing of a smiling triangle under her writing. He chuckles, shaking his head at how sweet Beatrice could be. She didn’t have to wake up so early, even though he could hear her moving around downstairs, trying her best to be quiet.

Bradley just looks back towards the door, his smile only widening the longer he holds this little love note that she got for him…God he sometimes couldn’t believe they were married, because someone as sweet as Beatrice was so incredibly rare that he wondered if he was dreaming.

But after some thought he decided to actually take a shower, slipping the little note in his shirt’s pocket because he had to keep that with him that day. He took a quick shower, mainly to wake up, and walked out tightening his watch around his wrist.

As he steps onto the hallway, he does a double take towards the door where another sticky note was, this time in neon green.

“I love spending koala-ty time with you!” and the drawing of a little koala sitting on a tree right beside it.

He just stares at the little note with his stomach fluttering, plucking it off the door and chuckling as he holds it with both hands. He didn’t know what made her do that but he wasn’t complaining, in fact he loved it so much that he was wondering if there were more.

And he finds another one, sticking to the railing.

“I love your top, it must be made of husband material!” followed by a drawing of a Hawaiian shirt.

That one made him laugh out loud, slowly walking down the steps towards the first floor only to hear Beatrice’s soft giggle from the kitchen. He found another one by the kitchen’s threshold

“I can never be mad at you but I will always be mad about you!”

And this one was probably his favorite, because she drew them.

Well, their faces, close to one another with the dot eyes and cute smiles, tiny hearts surrounding them. He just laughs softly, “...this is really fucking cute.”

“I’m glad you like it!” comes her response and she practically skips towards him, keeping her hands raised so they wouldn’t touch his clean uniform. He leans down to meet her lips in a slow kiss, one that makes her laugh into his mouth, pecking him twice once he’s done, “I’m making something special for you.”

“Yeah?” he looks over to her hands, “What is it?

“Chocolate muffins.”

“No way.”

“Way.” she giggles, kissing him again, “Hm! I need to wash my hands.” she slowly backs away from him so her dirty palms wouldn’t touch his clothes, but he just tugged on her night shirt, preventing her from leaving.

“Roos.”

“Bea.” he replies in the same, endearing yet admonishing intonation, smirking at her, “I can lick them clean for you~”

Her face flamed up and she squeaked, “No!” she manages to slip away from his grasp, hurrying to wash her hands before he catches her again. “We both know what will happen after.”

“Oh I hope so.”

‘Rooster you have work today.” she whispers, biting back her smile when Rooster comes from behind, hugging her waist and kissing her temple, trailing the said kisses down her cheek until he reached her neck, “We can’t-” she inhales shakily when he nips her neck ,’W-We can’t d-do um…”

“Use your words, gorgeous.” God, his voice got so deep sometimes Beatrice swore it touched every single nerve in her body. His hands trailed up her thighs until he reaches her underwear, fiddling with the thin lace, “What did I do to deserve such a nice surprise from my lovely wife?”

That question sobered her up a bit, and she turned her head to face him, “...you don’t have to do anything.” she whispered, “I just want to give you something nice before you left.”

Rooster’s cheeks flushed, his golden skin made it a bit hard to see but Beatrice knew him well enough to know when he was blushing. He chuckled embarrassedly, looking at the ground before propping his chin on her shoulder, “I don’t mind that.” he whispers, kissing her neck, “I really don’t.”

“Good because I also got something from Mr.Scoops.”

“What? When?!”

“Oh a few hours back. Overnight shipping,” she grins, kissing his parted lips,top then bottom, before kissing both of them “And its Belgian crunch Macchiato cake.” He gasps “With dark chocolate frosting.” He gasps louder.

“Okay, hold on now.” he hasn’t let her go yet, “What’s all this,gorgeous? Really, why the sudden surprise- also when did you call Mr.Scoops,weren’t we both asleep?”

Beatrice sighs while slowly wrapped her arms around his neck,gently brushing the faded part of his hair with the tips of her fingers, “Roos,” she begins in that gentle voice that always makes him melt, “You don’t need to do anything for me to give you something nice,” she brushes over the Bradshaw pinned to his chest, “And you don’t need to worry if you need to do anything as such…I just felt like you’d like this when you woke up.”

Rooster’s gaze softened, his eyelids lowering just a bit as his cheeks flushed. He tightened his hold against her waist, then pulled her close to him until their chests touched, his lips pressing on her temple. He did that to hide the bashful smile and hopefully keep the butterflies inside of him.

How does she do this?

How?

It’s been three years together and she never ceases to surprise him every day. He keeps holding her, kissing her temple, then her cheekbone, her jawline before he meets her lips in a soft kiss, “Thank you. I really like it.”

Beatrice’s eyes glinted with pure adoration, “I’m glad.” and she stepped back from his hold, kissing his knuckles before pushing him to the kitchen table, “Now go,go! I’m going to give you your breakfast. And then I’ll check on Nikki, she’s going to wake up soon anyway.” and she cups his face one last time to kiss him again, giggling against his mouth, “Okay, enough kissing.”

“Is it?” he tries to meet her lips again, but she’s faster, tapping his own lips as she walks away from him. Rooster just lets out a soft laugh, keeping his head propped on a hand as he watches Beatrice move around, finishing his breakfast. She knew his time was limited but the fact she was preparing something so wonderful for him just…because she felt like he’d be happy to have something like that.

“Hey.” he calls and she turns around with a little smile,holding his steaming mug in her hands, “Wanna marry me?”

Beatrice’s eyes widened, then blinked and then she let out a soft laugh, tossing her head back with pure amusement, “Again? I thought we went through this before.”

“Will you?”

Her eyes softened, “Yes,always.” she giggles, setting his coffee mug in front of him, “Careful it’s hot.”

“Yeah, you are.” and he swats her left butt cheek when she turns around, earning a startled yelp from his wife, followed by her glare. He just smiles boyishly, sipping his coffee loudly and humming once he swallows, “Babe your coffee is out of this world,” he looks down into the mug, “Did you put some cocoa chips here?” Beatrice’s glare softens and she nods, “Fuck, marry me again.”

“Yes,”she laughs, kissing his cheekbone, “I will.” Beatrice looks at the door only to see Eleanor standing there, softly ‘boofing’ to alert her that Nicole is awake. Beatrice cups his face one more time, “I’ll be right back,” she giggles against his lips, pecking him a few more times before she walks away.

Rooster tilts his head towards her ass, smiling as he sees the red handprint vibrant on her pale buttcheek as he sips his coffee. He however relaxes, leaning back on his seat with his eyes closed. “...fuck.” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes, “Fuck, I–” he just shrugs at nothing, then looks down at Jolene who’s sitting next to him, “...she’s amazing, isn’t she Jojo?” the pittie wags her tail against the tiles, licking her maw, “She’s so incredible and she’s sweet, and she’s…mine. She’s my wife and ugh.”

Sometimes he felt like a boy with a crush with Beatrice, he loved her reactions, he loved how she smiled with her whole face when looking at him, he loved how she seemed to shine whenever he was close and how every time - every time - they met eyes at the bar she still blushed.

He drops his head on top of his folded arms, chuckling like a boy in love the more he thinks about it, “Fuck, she’s my wife.” he whispers “She’s my wife and the mother of our child- I–...” he couldn’t be happier, maybe this was the happiest he’s ever been. He still had doubts, demons and traumas to deal with but Beatrice’s presence…was soothing, was healing, it was what his heart wanted for so long.

And he got it.

Rooster’s ears perk up at the soft voices from Beatrice and Nicole coming down the stairs “That’s mommy’s hair, no biting it,” he smiles as he straightens himself, looking towards the door waiting to see his girls. And he sees Nicole first, her light eyes still squinting because of sleep and her hair messed up in all directions.

Nicole yawns, rubbing one of her hands against her eyes before she focuses on her father…and then she’s fully awake. Beatrice laughs when Nicole immediately vocalizes and reaches towards Rooster, “Yes,yes,I know you wanna be with him during the mornings.”

“Hey,there’s enough of me for everyone,” he grins, putting his plate and mug away to gently whisper ‘hi! hi birdie!’ to Nikki when Beatrice placed her in his hands, “Hi,sweetie! Hi!” he coos, kissing her soft cheek, “Good morning to you too, did you sleep well?” Nicole babbles something, holding his index finger and gurgling a laugh when he wiggles it in her grasp, “You are getting stronger and stronger every day Nikki.”

“She is isn’t she? She’s grabbing a lot of stuff.”

“She’s going to have a mean throw when she’s older.” he leans closer to his daughter, “Do you wanna learn baseball? I can teach you some things.” Nicole smiles more, patting his face, “Yeah? You do? I know a few tricks.”

Beatrice just sips her own morning latte with her eyes on Rooster and Nicole, loving how he managed to eat and talk to Nikki at the same time. In reality her heart warmed so much because of that, he was such a good father and she wanted to remind him of that, “Oh, by the way, today-” she says, “Me and Nikki are joining Ev for baby shopping.”

Rooster looks up from Nicole with his brows up, “Really?”

“Yes, she wants to get some infant clothes out of the way. She’s only one month pregnant but…maybe she’s more excited than she lets on…and Shells is coming with.” she says, “So me and Nikki are going to spend a lovely day with her aunties, isn’t that right Nikki?”

Nicole babbles something, her eyes directed to her father’s uniform, more specifically the buttons that kept it closed. Rooster smiles looking down at their daughter, gently swiping some of the bangs on her forehead to the side so he could kiss it, “It’s going to be fun,I’m sure.”

“I think so!” Bea grins, placing the mug aside, “Because I saw this adorable outfit for Nikki too and she’d look so cute,Roos!”

“Send me a pic when you get it.”

“As if you have to ask.”

Her smile just made his whole body feel warm, his whisky colored eyes shining with pure adoration towards her, “Baby.” he calls, making her look towards him, “C’mere.” she just gives him a confused stare, “C’mere.” and he pats his thighs twice.

“...Roos, you have Nikki in your arms.”

“They are big enough to hold both of you.” he pats again, “Please? Even Nikki wants you.” and he holds their daughter up so their cheeks touch, Nicole babblering excitedly with her little arms reaching for Beatrice.

The brunette lets out a pained sigh - followed by a smile - before walking towards him, “Alright, I need room-” and he immediately pushes the chair back with a loud scrape that scares Jack but only makes Nicole giggle, “You are relentless.”

“Yes.” he purrs, kissing her cheek when she settles on his lap, “I am,because my wife makes me feel that way.”

“Your wife, huh?”

“Yep.”

Beatrice adjusts Nicole in her arms, lowering her face until their noses touched, “You are lucky she finds you absolutely adorable.” he smiles, earning another quick kiss to the lips, only to have it again as Beatrice giggled, “And very handsome.”

Nicole, who was watching this whole thing wide eyed, just made quiet noises, waving her arms then shoving one of her tiny fists into her mouth, “She’s hungry,I’m sorry Nikki.” Beatrice said, looking around trying to find a way to escape only for Rooster to wrap his arm around her waist “...Roos…”

“You can do it, can’t you?”

“You just want to look at my tits.” he flicked his eyes down to her still covered chest quickly, cheek dimpling because that was exactly why, “Awful, awful man.” she giggles, but he does lean back a little more to give her extra room. She would never cease to be amazed with how broad and tall her husband was…because he was literally keeping both of them on his lap and it didn’t bother him at all.

Rooster took another bite of his breakfast, holding Beatrice’s sleeve as she placed Nikki close to her chest, wincing a bit when her daughter latched, “Ow.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she checks down at Nicole who just has her eyes closed as she enjoys her breakfast, “Just the usual pressure, she has no teeth yet.”

Rooster hums, propping his chin on her shoulder to watch the scene with his eyes soft, sometimes moving his gaze to Beatrice’s face just to see that cute smile spread the longer she looked at Nicole. He kisses her shoulder, making her eyes shift towards him, “I’m gonna miss you today.” and her eyes appeared to have hearts in them, her cheeks flushing a soft red as she let go of Nicole’s hand to rub his cheek, “I mean it.”

“You’ll be home soon,Roos.” she reassures, combing a few strands of sandy brown back, “And you’ll be home and you’ll see us.”

“I know.” he almost whines about it, burying his face on the back of her shirt, “But I can’t help it.”

Beatrice tsks cutely, “Aw,handsome,” she cups his chin to kiss his lips again, “You are so cute when you are clingy.” she laughs at his narrowed gaze, only to squeak a laugh when he playfully pokes her side, “Stop, I’m feeding Nikki.”

“Nikki doesn’t seem bothered.”

Both of them looked at their daughter, “When does she?” Beatrice smiles, “She’s the chillest baby I’ve ever met. Not even I was this cool with everything.”

Nicole in response just peeks one eye open then closes it, because she’s clearly unbothered. Rooster smiles, sipping the rest of his coffee, “Thanks for the breakfast,by the way. It was delicious.”

“Anything for you.” she smiles, kissing the tip of his nose, pressing their foreheads together “Anything.”

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sunnydaleherald · 4 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, January 3

WILLOW: I think dummies are cute. You don't? BUFFY: Uuuhhh. They give me the wig. Ever since I was little. WILLOW: What happened? BUFFY: I saw a dummy, It gave me the wig. There really wasn't a story there.

~~BtVS 1x09 “The Puppet Show”~~

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Rebel (Willow, Willow’s Mom, PG) by badly_knitted

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seasidewriter1-writes · 1 year

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The sneak peek of chapter 58 for Balance has me so excited! Whenever I read I tend to picture the actors / actresses or the animated characters in my head, so was wondering if you had a similar or close face character for Elara? (That was the longest run on sentence I’m so sorry omg lol)

Hi! So I went back and forth on a lot of different people that I thought could be close to Elara in my mind, and I landed on Hayley Atwell awhile back!

#mary talks balance #mary talks #mary responds #balance #balance fic

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nancypullen · 8 months

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Creeping Toward September

Shhhh. The last three days we've woken up to temperatures hovering between 58-60 and I don't want to scare it away. I know it's still August, summer is still spreading her fiery breath around, and we're a solid month away from really pleasant weather, but this sneak peek is wonderful. Our daytime highs still soar to the 80's, but I'll take that cool morning kiss and dream about fall. I haven't posted in a week! We had the sweet grandgirl for three days and had a ball. We returned her Monday afternoon and then I took Tuesday off. I didn't lift a finger. Since then I've been cranking out earrings like my life depends on it. I still need to make cards and if I have time, do some of my altered art watches. I'm working on earrings first because they require more time. First I condition and blend the clay and decide what sort of pattern or look I want, then I roll and cut, and into the oven they go. Once they're baked I do a little sanding to smooth the edges, then they get an acrylic glaze and go into my little UV machine. When they're all pretty and glossy, I drill holes and put them together with jump rings and posts. None of it is hard, but it is a bit time consuming. I am building an inventory though, and that's the goal. My plan for Artisans on the Choptank is to have one display of autumn and Halloween earrings, one display of the local high school colors, and one display of just really FUN earrings - all colors and designs. I've made several pairs in the high school colors, and right now I'm in the thick of the autumn batch.

I'm really digging the gray, gold, and white. I was actually just using up scraps when I made those, but I may make more.

I won't be charging much because I know how imperfect these are. I'm not using high end findings, I'm still a bit clumsy with the whole process, and I'm simply not a perfectionist. If anything has to be exact, I'm not your gal. But for a few bucks, surely the ladies of Caroline County would like some fun earrings. I guess I'll find out. I'm planning to post this sign at my booth.

I may also have a little sign with a "days until Christmas" countdown. It's closer than you think.

So, that's what's keeping me busy. I'm happiest when I'm creating, so it's been a good week. I can't wait to complete the earring plan and get started on the cards. I've roughed out a couple of ideas.

Come on over to my booth and buy a gift for the fancy gal in your life and a card to go with it. One stop shopping! I have the Square thing for my phone so I can swipe a card, I have appropriate displays for my wares, and I'll have this banner on the front of my table.

That's me! I think that since my first foray into the craft fair world is in September, I'll use an orange table cloth and maybe some mini pumpkins with that banner. Keep it simple, but noticeable.

I'm trying not to over invest because this may be a flop. Or I might decide that I hate sitting at a booth all day. That banner was $7, my time is free (seriously, what else am I going to do?), and my supplies are mostly inexpensive. Clay is cheap. I don't want this to become a money pit of a hobby. Hopefully I can sell enough to pay for my spot at the event. Booth space for the day is $50 and it's only four hours! I think that's steep. Maybe I'm naïve.

Aright, enough about that. You've probably fallen asleep while I yammered on about clay earrings. B-O-R-I-N-G. Sorry. Honestly, I can't share a zillion photos of the grandgirl (which is what I want to do) and there's not much else happening around here. The mister is still running far and wide doing his photo stuff. The last two evenings he was at Summerfest. That's Denton's BIG send-off to summer, celebrating harvest as well as sending the kids back to school. They don't start school until after Labor Day here (throwback to my childhood!). Anyway, at Summerfest there's a lot of good music, dancing, food, fireworks, a play area for kids with giant sides and bouncy houses, and so on. I probably should have gone, but I end up attending those sorts of things alone. That's no fun. I figured I'd stay home and use those hours to produce inventory (I was trying to avoid saying earrings again). Last year I tried to enjoy it, but I had horrible sciatica pain and I was still feeling puny from a double bout of covid. I did enjoy the music though!

Heyyyyy, speaking of pain...guess who is living practically pain-free these days? Ol' Grancy has found the perfect recipe for feeling whole again! First, movement. Walking for just 30 minutes every morning and being diligent about my stretches and some core work has made a huge difference. I'd like to get a treadmill and increase my waking time. I used to do 3.5 miles every morning and it set the tone for the rest of my day. That was before my ankle surgery. After the ankle surgery I tried so hard to maintain activity, water aerobics, Jazzercise,etc. I even had a routine before Jazzercise - ibuprofen one hour before class, after class I'd drive home with an ice wrap on my ankle and then elevate it. Stupid, huh? THEN WE MOVED. That move was when I hurt my back and the sciatica stuff started. If you want to know how much true sciatica issues hurt, brawny boxer Mike Tyson uses a wheel chair when his flairs up. So PT, stretches, and walking had reduced my pain by about half. I'm not bragging when I say that I endure pain well. That's just how I'm made. An ER nurse once called me "stoic". But that doesn't mean it's not exhausting. It takes a toll, it robs you of joy. It's no bueno. That's when someone I love and trust told me all about gummies. Let me start by saying I've never smoked pot in my life. I've never had a negative view of it, it just wasn't my thing. I've never been a drinker either, I don't care what anyone else drinks or smokes, it just wasn't for me. Do you, enjoy your life, none of my business. Maryland recently legalized marijuana, like so many other states, and people are becoming more educated about the plant, the products, and the benefits. What I knew could have fit in a teacup. I learned that medical marijuana is often used for chronic pain with great success and no side effects. I cringe at the thought of using prescription meds with a long list of possible and horrifying side effects. I was already living on a steady diet of Tylenol (not good) that only half worked. So when that dear person explained to me what she uses and how, I was intrigued. Fast forward to visiting a dispensary and telling the very helpful person at the counter, "I don't want to get high, but I'm old and I hurt." She said, "Gotcha." Because I am a lightweight with everything from alcohol to cold medicine, I tried one quarter of a gummie to start. One fourth of a CBD/THC gummie and I am a perfectly normal, not high, PAIN-FREE person! I am astounded. I knew that THC is used for people who are suffering with conditions from cancer to Lyme Disease, but I assumed that those patients were trading lucidity for relief. Maybe at higher doses they are, I don't know. Still, better than so many of the alternatives. So this plant, possibly put on Earth just for this purpose, criminalized and stigmatized (with the help of big pharma who wants your money), is the simplest solution of all. Of course, just like alcohol, there are people who abuse it. Alcohol, oxycontin, all sorts of legal things are abused. People are people. I'm just saying that 1/4 of a little gummie candy allows me to move through my day without pain and feel like myself again. No expensive, addictive drug with scary side effects - just a plant. Hallelujah. I may regret sharing that, because plenty of people will judge without researching. I'm okay with it. I know what I know. I'm not a drinker, a smoker, a pill taker, or a whiner. I'll just say that if your state has been smart enough to legalize it, and you have any sort of chronic pain, I'm happy to answer any of your questions about my experience. I'm still learning, but I can tell you that it's been a miracle for me. I'm dancing again! No foggy brain, just relief.

If anyone had told young me that old me would be chewing up pot candy, I'd have called you a damn liar. Old me is wiser, thank goodness. Alright, it's past time for me to get some chores done. I've already cleaned the bathrooms but I definitely need to water a few things outside. A couple of days ago I tidied up the gardens and hacked down about half of the spent sunflowers (because I'm pain free!). I stuck the heads into a staked planter so the yellow finches can keep enjoying them.

Once I finish outside I can get busy painting eyes on these ghosties and giving them some glitter.

Can you tell I don't use my good baking sheets for making earrings? Some eyes, some glitter, and some posts and they'll be ready to go! I'm not going to do very many cutesy earrings - just these ghosts and some pumpkins. I don't want to get too stuck on holidays, I'd rather do seasons. Anywho, wishing you a wonderful Sunday. I hope that yours is as busy or as quiet as you like. Do something that delights you, whether that's a lazy afternoon in a hammock with a book or a deep clean of your space. Take care of yourself, body and soul. It's important. Sending out loads of love. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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not-krys · 11 months

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58. Father (Houki, Thea, Abby, Clara, Miri)

The one I got a little too exited to write, so I ended up writing it during most of last month instead of this month, whoops.

This one features Houki reminiscing about her past, Thea, Arthur and Theo welcoming their bundles of joy into the world, a quite spicy Vincent and Abby about sharing the news with him about becoming a father, a little Clara seeking out Mr. Akatsuki in her time of need, and Miri talking to Lucifer about Lilith.

Regular warnings apply: incomplete, raw writing, suddenly cuts in places; oc lore building; oc x canon children; pregnancy; polyam relationship with Thea, Arthur, and Theo; Abby and Vincent's does get spicy with him partially stripping her, heavy kisses, wandering hands, and mentions of past cock-warming (with a lil implied somnophilia from that? idk); Clara's includes talks of domestic abuse and her being left behind by her parents; and Miri talks a little bit about Lilith's death and the circumstances surrounding it it, so mentions of death and possibly spoilers for season 1 of obey me, I guess.

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Houki

The moon cast a silvery glow over the small garden, the quiet of the night bringing peace over Azuchi. Houki sat on the veranda in Hideyoshi's palace, hands folded neatly in her lap as she gazed up at the moon, the light reflecting off her glasses.

A bundle of grey fur pushed against her elbow, not deterred until she found a comfortable spot on Houki's lap, her loud purrs of satisfaction rumbling against her legs. Houki smiled and scratched her ears, making purrs somehow louder.

"Are you lonely too, Miss Kitty?" Houki giggled softly. "Mitsunari will be back soon. Don't worry."

Kitty flicked her tail, curling it back into herself. Houki went back to scratching the cat's ears.

"…You know, my father and I used to look up at the moon like this… back when I still lived in Jiyel."

Kitty chirped, as if she understood what Houki was talking about.

"He was… a quiet sort of man, my father. He loved books just as much as I do. We would always talk about what we had read recently over snacks and tea. And he would sneak me books whenever Mother wasn't looking."

Houki looked down.

"He… was the one most opposed to me going to Vale Isle after Jiya had ran away. I was ill-prepared. I was not ready to be married to a stranger for the sake of alliances. I just wanted to stay home and read my books in peace."

She sighed.

"But… Mother won out in the end. We couldn't lose our good standing in the family, and I was the only girl of marrying age that could do it."

Kitty raised her head, curious as to why Houki had stopped petting her.

"It wasn't so bad, my brief time at Vale Isle. I met all sorts of nobles and royalty from all the seven kingdoms. I met a pirate lord and a warrior princess that taught me how to get away from… stinky kidnappers, as she called them. I even got to rescue another princess from a brutish prince from Revaire. Me, rescuing a princess."

Houki looked down again, looking at the white scar on her finger.

"Then, by some twist of fate, I ended up here, rescuing another person from a horrible fate. A warlord at that. Lord Nobunaga."

"It's strange… how different your life can go based on a single decision. How if my father had succeeded in keeping me in Jiyel, none of this could have happened. I couldn't have met with pirate lords or rescued princesses and warlords in peril. I wouldn't have met Mitsunari…"

Kitty rubbed her head against Houki's hand, making her smile.

"Or you, dear Kitty. How different my life would be, if I had stayed in Jiyel, kept company by my books…"

She let out a gentle laugh.

"It sounds a little boring and lonely when I say it out loud, does it not?"

Kitty flicked her tail again, staring up at her with her big purple eyes.

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Thea

Arthur couldn't stop the grin on his face even if he tried. Cradled carefully in his arms was a small pink bundle, little curls of teal hair peeking under the blanket. He could see marks of Thea all over this little one's face, her nose and her ears most notable, but this one, this one, she was a curious little bird, staring up at him with her baby blue eyes. His heart melted just looking at this little darling, his little darling.

Another soft cry caught his attention, taking his attention away for a brief moment, reminding that the sweet joy in his arms wasn't the only new happiness in his life.

Theo held a similarly swaddled bundle in a blue blanket, the man himself whispering soft, sweet things in Dutch, rocking the babe to soothe him.

Between the both of them was the love of his and Theo's life, Thea, new mother to a set of twins that, by some miracle, looked like himself and the younger Van Gogh. Twins weren't uncommon whenever he delivered babies in his doctor days, but this was the first time he'd seen two twins looking like their respective fathers. Maybe it was a vampire thing? Something to ask Comte and Leonardo about later.

For now, he leaned towards Thea, brushing back her sweat dampened bangs and kissed her forehead.

"They're perfect, luv." He said quietly with a smile.

Theo glowed with pride, his own grin not soon to leave his face.

"He's actually right. For once."

Thea gave a tired laughed.

"Save the arguing for when I'm not so tired and sore."

She glanced between the two of them, her exhausted smile warm and gentle.

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Abby

Thunder boomed and rattled the windows of the apartment building, the only source of sound. It barely reached Abby's ears however. She stood at her front door, soaked to the bone and shivering. She knew she should go inside. She should take a hot shower and dry herself off, change into some warm pajamas. Eventually mop up the puddle she was leaving on the floor.

She could barely move, however. Not to enter her and Vincent's apartment. Not to face him when he would inevitably try and ask what was wrong.

She couldn't face him. She couldn't.

The rain dripping from her hair felt like tears running down her cheeks, though she knew she wasn't crying. Maybe. She wasn't completely sure.

She touched her stomach, her wet clothes clinging to her like a glove. Her breath shuddered as she touched herself.

It was too soon for any noticeable difference, far too soon. Yet resting her hand there, with her clothes clinging to her, she thought she felt a difference, a spark, something to make this real, to remind her that it was real.

Her breath shuddered again, her hands coming up to cover her face.

Suddenly, the door in front of her opened, the thud loud enough to mask the echoing thunder, filling the darkened hallway with light. Abby looked up, her eyes wide and shining.

Both stared at the other, struck to silence.

"Vin-" Abby's meek voice started to call to him, before she was lifted into the air and carried into the apartment, not stopping until her feet touched the fluffy yellow rug of their bathroom. Next thing she knew, his lips took hers, his fingers finding her shorts' fastener, almost ripping it from the denim cloth. He pulled her underwear down as well, his heated fingers pressing into her belly.

"Is it true, shatje?" he asked once he released her mouth, panting for breath.

She then saw the nearby trash can, five peculiar boxes filling it along with five little sticks. She froze. Vincent kissed her again, gentling his tone.

"That's where you went today, to make sure."

Abby nodded.

"Well? Are you?"

She closed her eyes, remembering seeing all those positive marks on all five of the tests. And the tests at the doctor's office.

"I-It makes sense, given the time frame." she said quietly. She could vividly remember the night she and Vincent had reunited, how he refused to leave her side, how waking the next morning he was still inside of her, rubbing her insides tenderly to not wake her. How very few nights after that rarely saw her alone in bed.

She then sneezed, reminding both of them that she was still in her wet clothes, chillier now thanks to Vincent removing her shorts and underwear. He gave a sheepish smile.

"First things first."

He reached behind her, to turn on the hot water in the shower. Abby took the opportunity to remove the rest of her wet clothes. She then looked at herself in the mirror, a full length one hanging on the back of the door reflecting her brown eyes back at her.

There was still no change, there couldn't be after only a few hours of confirming her suspicions with a doctor, she knew that in her heart of hearts. Yet she couldn't help but turn to the side, to see her curves and bumps in profile, and cup her hands under her belly as if there was a big change, something there for her to hold. She did the same as she turned forward, holding her hands over herself, holding what she assumed was the little life inside of her.

Hands larger than hers, rougher from years of painting and hard work, joined her petite ones, forming a little heart with his thumbs and forefingers. Vincent chuckled and kissed her cheek.

"You're still beautiful, you know."

He broke his little heart, one hand resting fully on her belly, warming her chilled skin. His other hand, however, had other ideas as it traveled south, tracing a line down to her inner thighs.

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Clara

Mr. Akatsuki, owner of a specialty book store in Rhodolite, was locking up for the night. A quiet day was ending just as quietly as it had began. He turned his sign around to closed and was about to lock the door when he heard a peculiar sound.

It sounded like crying. A young girl crying in fact.

The most peculiar thing was that it was coming from inside his shop. How strange.

After securing the door, he walked amongst his shelves and tomes from across the kingdoms. The sobs grew louder as he drew closer, finding a small girl with twin braids framing her head and an orange pinafore dress hiding her sobs. Mr. Akatsuki blinked.

"Miss Clara?" he asked.

He knew the little girl. She and her mother visited his shop frequently because of the young one's voracious reading habits. She had already gone through his selection of Jade fairy tales and children stories and had been looking to sink her little hands into some Benitoite pirate tales as of late.

But it was far too late in the day for a young child to be left unattended. Mr. Akatsuki knelt in front of her.

"What are you doing here so late, young one? Your mother is bound to be worried about you."

The little girl sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve.

"Mama's not home."

"She's not?"

"No…" Clara sniffed again, "she said she was going far away… and that she was taking Papa with her."

"Taking your Papa with her?"

Mr. Akatsuki rarely saw the father with the little girl before him. Before, he would always see the woman and child that came to his bookshop, eager to see his latest findings. He saw the man so infrequently that he wondered if her mother was widowed or separated for some reason from her husband.

The times he did see him however, Clara's mother always wore scarves and long sleeves, down over her wrists. She also walked with a limp sometimes, making him suspicious of something foul going on behind closed doors.

"Papa… said some things to Mama. Mean, hurtful things." The little girl shuddered, "then he… he hit her."

"He hit her?"

"Uh huh."

Mr. Akatsuki brought his light closer, seeing a dark red mark across the child's cheek. He could feel his blood starting to boil.

"Did he hit you too?"

Clara nodded, cradling her sore cheek.

"I wanted him to stop hitting Mama, so I pulled on his leg, trying to stop him and…" Her tears were starting to fall again.

"Did I do something wrong, Mr. Akatsuki? To make Papa so angry?"

He pulled his sleeve down to wipe her eyes.

"It matters not if you did any wrong-doing, Miss Clara." He pulled her to her feet, "Your papa shouldn't have struck you or your mother for that matter."

Clara sniffled.

"I want my mama back."

Mr. Akatsuki frowned, glancing at the shelves that contained countless tales of love and bravery behind the young girl.

"If you promise to stay with Mrs. Baker tonight, I can go look for your mama."

"It's really noisy at Mrs. Baker's place," Clara made a face. "She's got a lot of kids."

"You… could make some friends there?"

"They're loud and once tore the pages of my favorite book."

Mr. Akatsuki sighed. He hadn't been established in the little town for long, and the Bakers were the first people he thought of that wouldn't mind looking after a little one overnight, but it seemed little Miss Clara had some opinions about them.

"Just for one night? If it takes longer to find your mama, I'll ask someone else in town."

"Can't I just stay with you, Mr. Akatsuki?"

"Me?"

"I don't need much. I like reading so I'll be really quiet if you want me to be.. I can even clean up good if you want me too!"

"Miss Clara, I-!"

A little orange ball was soon clinging to his leg, her tiny arms surprisingly strong for someone of her size and age.

"Please, Mr. Akatsuki? I don't want you to leave me too."

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Miri

"I get it what you're saying." Miri clenched her hands, her fist trembling. "It's still not fair… that she had to lose her life because she wanted to help someone she loved."

"It was the rule, Miriam." Lucifer said with a stern tone. "it was what Father said, and his word was law."

"Lilith didn't have to die for it!"

"I know she didn't!"

He closed his eyes, his brows scrunching as if he was in pain. "She wasn't at fault for what she did out of her love for humans. But not everyone saw it that way. It was just…"

"How things were." Miri finished, looking down and sighing. "Sorry. It's a touchy subject. For everyone. And I was being insensitive."

"You're not at fault." Lucifer turned towards her. "She would have said the same thing. Love is a lot stronger than we give it credit for."

"And… neither of us would be here without her." Miri said gently. "You would still be in the Celestial Realm with everyone and I would- well, I wouldn-…"

Lucifer snorted derisively.

"Don't think too hard about it, little sheep." he smirked, "you are a light in all of our lives and I, for one, am thankful for your continued existence, regardless of the circumstances that brought you into existence."

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sin-sidejob · 1 year

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Sin-sidejob’s Birthday

hi y’all!! It’s my birthday and I figured I should do something fun like open asks or create an ask game — I hadn’t found any birthday ask lists so making one of my own seemed best

rules: no more than 2 or 3 questions per ask please + striked through questions have already been answered and don’t need to be asked or answered again

1. what is your current favorite work you’ve written?

2. do you have a favorite line of dialogue?

3. who is your writing inspiration?

4. is there writing or work you reread over and over?

5. any favorite artists that inspire you?

6. are there any favorite scenes from a show?

7. writing pet peeves?

8. favorite tropes to write?

9. one sentence sneak peek at drafts?

10. any surprises or asks hidden away?

11. who do you consider your mutuals?

12. are there any drafts you favor more over others?

13. is there a prompt or idea you haven’t written yet but want to share?

14. are there any works you forget you’ve written?

15. turn offs in fics or writing?

16. what would be a sign that you’ve made it as a fanfic writer?

17. do you enjoy receiving asks or submissions?

18. can you tell us more about your sona/oc?

19. who do you ship with your sona? is it just the one ship or do you have others?

20. is there anyone you would like to bring into this fandom that isn’t in it?

21. favorite songs or playlists?

22. movies or tv shows that are comforting for you?

23. is there a follower goal for you?

24. do you mind people sliding into your dms?

25. blog etiquette that you expect of others?

26. blog etiquette that bothers you?

27. is there one piece of writing that you’ll never forget?

28. is there one piece of art that you’ll never forget?

29. do you have any artist or writer recommendations?

30. a scene of a show you rewatch over and over?

31. the idea request, ask, or submission?

32. your favorite interactions?

33. stories of how you met your mutuals?

34. would you join a discord server?

35. what’s your preferred interaction method?

36. any aspect of your blog you wished you’d done at the start?

37. is there any writing of yours you dislike or hate?

38. is there writing you’ve done for yourself that you haven’t shared? if so, would you mind sharing?

39. if you could commission art, who would it be from and what would the prompt be?

40. have their been any friendships you’ve made through your blog?

41. any blogs you wish you interacted with more?

42. any blogs you want to interact with but haven’t managed to?

43. any blogs you want to be mutuals with?

44. what would your perfect day look like? how about your perfect birthday?

45. anything coming up that you’re looking forward to?

46. are there any personal pet peeves of your own writing?

47. is there specific music you listen to when you write?

48. do you have an ideal setup to write in?

49. any aspect of your writing you wish to improve?

50. is there an aspect of your writing you wish was a signature of yours?

51. what inspired you to create your sona?

52. have you ever written with friends or mutuals?

53. is there a mutual or a blog you’d like to write with but haven’t?

54. is there a skill or talent you wish you had?

55. are there any sonas or oc’s in the fandom you’d like to know more about or interact with?

56. if your sona were to have an episode in the show, what would it look like?

57. are there any sonas or oc’s that yours interacts with?

58. are any of your works underrated in your opinion?

59. are any of your works overrated in your opinion?

60. what does your writing process look like?

61. how many drafts or works in progress do you have?

62. do you have any writing from another fandom that you’d share?

63. can we ask your sona questions? if so, would they respond?

64. is there any lore for your sona?

65. dream blunt rotation? (or Mario Party group)

66. kiss marry kill // fuck marry kill // date marry fuck ?

67. is there something you’ve written that you want to redo?

68. a prompt you’ve written or would like to revisit?

69. wildcard

#inside job #personal inside job #my inside job #my thots #ask game #ask games #birthday #birthday celebration

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I posted 1,389 times in 2022

That's 1,389 more posts than 2021!

582 posts created (42%)

807 posts reblogged (58%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@stevesbestgirl

@wndalovebot

@sunkissedbucky

I tagged 908 of my posts in 2022

Only 35% of my posts had no tags

#c - 332 posts

#♡ - 103 posts

#little!reader - 51 posts

#chloe's fic - 45 posts

#bucky x little!reader - 34 posts

#agere fic - 31 posts

#friends - 31 posts

#stucky x little!reader - 30 posts

#queue 🧸 - 27 posts

#steve x little! reader - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#especially because executive dysfunction sometimes makes it hard to get things done so i imagine steve & bucky helping me ☺️☺️

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hii🥺💗 I had a daddy!stucky request where bucky loses the reader’s favourite stuffie and won’t stop crying until steve gets her a new bucky bear stuffie

Daddy Cat

Summary: Bucky loses your favorite stuffy while on a mission, but Steve knows just how to fix it.

Word count: 1470

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader (fem language used)

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, its so cute!! 🥰💕 I changed it up just a little bit to fit an idea I've had since I first saw that cat picture lol. Special thanks to @haleybr for helping me find it!! Also I was feeling kind of artistic today so I made a little moodboard to go with the fic, I hope you guys like it 💕🐈

“Okay, bye bye Bubba, be a good little kitty! I’m gonna miss you so much!!” You kissed the plush grey kitten on its hard plastic nose before shoving it to the bottom of Bucky’s backpack, under the clothes so he could be cushioned on his trip. This was a little tradition of yours: every time one of your daddies had to go on a mission, you’d sneak a stuffy into their bag to keep them company while they’re away from you. You zipped the backpack up and put it back in its place near the door. Just then, Bucky entered the room, and you knew what that meant.

“Oh, pumpkin, you know I hate to leave you.” Bucky said, lifting you up and propping you on his left hip. You nuzzled into his shoulder while he rubbed your back, kissing you on the head before setting you back down.

“I miss you already.” You whispered shyly, looking down at your socks.

“I’m not even out the door yet, doll, you love me that much?” Bucky laughed, tousling your hair.

You smiled and jumped up to your tippy-toes to give Bucky a kiss on the cheek. Steve joined the two of you at the door, taking you in his arms as he knew goodbyes were always hard. With you in his arms, he leaned over to Bucky, the three of you embracing for what felt like too short of a moment before Bucky said his final goodbyes and headed out the door.

“Okay, baby, what are we gonna do today?” Steve asked, turning to you. Your brain still focussed on missing your daddy, you only shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, how about this?” Steve carried you to his room where he picked up a bag before walking you back to the living room, setting both you and the bag on a mat on the floor. “Go ahead, honey.” He motioned towards the bag.

You leaned over, peeking in to reveal a massive set of new Play Doh colors and plastic accessories. You squealed with delight, immediately getting started building a little farm while Steve watched with pride.

Hours passed, Steve reminding you to put your Play Doh away after a while so it wouldn’t dry out. He made you lunch and you curled up on the couch to watch some cartoons as the day went on, until it was evening, and Bucky was calling to say goodnight. He spoke to Steve first, telling him how the mission was going so far, while you eagerly leaned over, trying to hear your daddy’s voice. You caught snippets of the conversation through Steve’s replies, vaguely aware that Bucky was mad about something, but nothing big enough for you to get worried. Finally, it was your turn, and Steve passed the phone to you.

“Hey babydoll!” “DADDY!!” You shouted into the phone

You spoke for a few minutes, telling Bucky all about the Play Doh farm you’d made and the pasta Steve made for lunch before finally asking the question that had been weighing on your mind.

“How’s Bubba?”

Bucky hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Oh he’s good, baby!”

“Can I say goodnight to him?” “Uhh, well he already fell asleep! He was so tired from helping me out today!”

“Okay… Well, give him a kiss for me and make sure he doesn’t have bad dreams!” You said, not wanting to sound too disappointed that your favorite stuffy had fallen asleep without you.

“Of course, babydoll, and you give papa a kiss for me too, okay?” “Okay daddy, I love you.”

“I love you too, angel. I can’t wait to see you when I get home tomorrow!”

You handed the phone back to Steve who said his goodbyes before hanging up the phone and wrapping his arm around you.

“Alright baby, how about a special treat for tonight. Do you wanna order pizza?”

“Yes yes yes!” You jumped off the couch, bouncing and clapping your hands while Steve laughed and started dialing the delivery number.

With the sun fully down and your tummy full of pizza, Steve carried your exhausted self into his and Bucky’s room, knowing you preferred to sleep there when one of them was gone. As soon as you hit the soft mattress, you curled into Bucky’s pillow, inhaling his smell as you felt Steve crawl under the covers behind you and rubbing your back soothingly as you drifted off to sleep.

You jumped up out of bed when you heard Bucky’s key in the lock of the door, nearly knocking him over with your hug as he walked into the home.

“WELCOME HOME DADDY!!! Did you have fun?” You asked, laughing as he picked you up and spun you around.

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reader being in little space and being so i love with her new toy but bucky just got a fresh hair cut and new Cologne new clothes new everything and reader is so stunned she slowly walks on to him grabs his face and says something like “so pretty dada” like a disney prince and just keep staring at him for the rest of the day/week 🥺💋 (love your work btw)

Like A Prince

Summary: Bucky gets a haircut and you can't stop staring

Word count: 850

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader (fem language used)

A/N: I love this request so much! I've included some pictures under the cut of how I imagined his hair looking before and after while I was writing! I"m quite partial to his tfatws look 🥰 This takes place (as all my fics do) in a universe where littles are commonplace & accepted in society! Also, I’ve taken to nicknaming Bucky “buba” when in littlespace… kind of just a baby-fied way of saying his name... Bucky Barnes, get it?? Hopefully you guys like that haha 💕

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Hi! I was wondering if I could send in a request???

Here it is: A very sleepy r. Trouble waking baby up from naps. Especially mornings. Just curls back up and ignores everyone. Half asleep during entire morning routine and nodding off at breakfast with like mouth full or face in the food idk. Definitely not self projecting w this lol. Steve Bucky or both idrc

Thank you if you decide to do it!! This is my first time requesting to you! 💗💗🥰🧸

Sleepyhead

Word Count: 750

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader (fem terms used)

A/N: omg this was almost hard to write because i had SO much coffee today i am bouncing off the walls lol 😝 but steve & bucky are so cozy i wish i could fall asleep with them lol i think i'd have the most relaxed sleep of my life 😌🛌

“Wakey wakey, baby!”

Steve swiped his thumb across your forehead, attempting to gently rouse you from sleep as Bucky threw the curtains open. The morning sunlight hitting your face made you turn out of Steve’s grasp and into the nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffies you’d gathered up during the night. You smiled as you inhaled the lingering scent of the lavender mist that your daddies sprayed over your pillowcases before bed. With the light of the sun now out of your face but the warmth of it filling the room, you began to slowly drift away back into slumber.

Until Steve pulled the blanket off you.

“Come on, honey, rise and shine.” He whispered, still trying to coax you out of sleep as opposed to forcing you.

“Mmmmmnnnnoooooooooo…” You mumbled into the pillow, kicking your legs around, trying to find any warmth you could on the bedsheet.

Bucky came to join Steve at the side of your bed, laying his left hand across your back. The cold touch of the metal made your eyes pop open, and you squinted and blinked a few times before finally turning around with a stretch and a yawn to face your two daddies. “Ooh, big stretch baby!” Bucky said, which made you giggle a little bit.

Steve leaned towards you, the tip of his nose brushing yours which caused you to go crosseyed and giggle some more.

“Are you ready for breakfast babydoll?” He asked.

“Mmmaybe…” You mumbled, your eyelids starting to droop a little again.

“What if I told you it's pancakes with chocolate chips and a cherry on top?” He bargained, perking you up a bit more.

“And whipped cream and chocolate syrup?”

Steve took in a sharp breath. “Ohh, I don’t know about all that. How about if you get dressed by yourself, you can pick one or the other?”

You weighed your options before ultimately shaking your head. You decided the extra toppings simply weren’t worth the effort of getting out of your comfy pajamas. Steve laughed, somewhat surprised at your decision but not wanting to fight it. He knew you had a sweet tooth and besides, he didn’t really want you to have that much sugar first thing in the morning.

“You want me to carry you too?” Steve asked, sensing you were a little smaller in your tired state.

You nodded with a smile, your eyes falling closed again as you felt Steve’s strong arms lifting you out of the comfort of the bed. You latched your limbs around his large frame, soaking up his warmth and his comforting scent. You’d almost fallen back asleep when he let you down on the dining chair. Bucky set a stack of pancakes on the placemat in front of you and kissed your head.

“Here you are, your highness. Daddy’s famous chocolate pancakes!” He said with a grin.

You picked up the plastic fork and began to dig in, a chocolate chip melting on your tongue as you sighed happily.

“I’m gonna go get your clothes out, okay sleepyhead?” Steve asked, and you nodded, not even bothering to look over at him.

The mix of the warm and sweet breakfast, Steve’s kiss to your cheek before he left towards your bedroom, the soft jazz music Bucky had playing over the speakers, and your warm footie pajamas still had you ensnared in sleep, even as you tried to eat your breakfast. Bucky was cleaning up the kitchen when he called out to you.

“How are they, bub? I added some chocolate syrup anyway, don’t tell papa okay?” He asked, but there was no answer.

Bucky turned around to find you with your head resting on the dining table, strands of your hair strewn across the plate, a snore softly escaping your parted lips. Bucky frowned just as Steve walked back into the room.

“Honey, I think somethings wrong. She fell back asleep, I don’t know why!” Bucky said with concern.

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stucky x little!reader

What if during the night someone breaks into their home…daddies were up anyway in the bedroom with little one that was sleeping in their bed. but when they hear the commotion downstairs, it wakes up little one and she starts tearing up because she’s scared….but one of the daddies goes to call back up while the other one stays behind to calm little one down…

You can do really whatever you want with this story 🤍

Safe Room

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Mob!Stucky x Little!Reader

Warning: Slightly darker than my usual fics due to the mob AU! Nothing too scary I hope!!

A/N: Sorry I changed it up a little!! :O if you want something closer to your original request I’d be happy to write it!! This is just what came to me while I was writing so I went with it lol <3 I'm very excited to see The Gray Man soon and it inspired me to try writing some Mob!Stucky, a trope I love but have never written before!! Also the paci is a reference one I just bought from @princeminnow and I highly recommend you guys check out his blog! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!!

You had your own bedroom, painted your favorite color with a big comfy bed and lots of blankets. Shelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with stuffies and toys, as well as your ever expanding collection of little gear. The closet doors almost couldn’t close over the amount of both practical clothing and dress up costumes you had. Despite all this, however, your bedroom was not your favorite room in the house. It’s not that you weren’t thankful or that you didn’t like it - you loved it after all! But if you got to choose, you’d spend every moment you could in Steve and Bucky’s room, engulfed in their scent and aura.

That's where you found yourself on this particular night, one hand tangled up in Bucky’s fingers, the other around your stuffy. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep there, only meaning to get some evening cuddles while Bucky read his book, but when your eyes started to feel heavy, you didn’t fight it. Your mouth hung open, having fallen asleep without a paci, and Bucky didn’t want to risk waking you by getting up to get you one. Besides, Steve would be home any minute now, and not only could he go retrieve a pacifier for you, but would also get the treat of seeing you curled up with Bucky. He needed it after the day he’d had.

Bucky heard Steve unlock the door and hoped he’d enter quietly, but when the closing of the door was followed by a harshly whispered curse word, Bucky immediately knew something was wrong. He heard Steve climb the stairs, two or three at a time, as fast as he could towards the bedroom. Steve didn’t even have time to take in the adorable sight in front of him, nor Bucky the time to ask Steve what was wrong. Steve scooped you up as gently as he could, hoping not to wake you. If the change in position didn’t wake you, he feared his rapid heartbeat or the quake in his voice would.

“Someone’s in the house.” He said quietly, hoping to convey the urgency of the situation to Bucky as quickly as possible. “We need to get her to the safe room now.”

Bucky nodded, immediately getting up out of bed and crossing the room to the closet where he kept some weapons.

“You take her, keep her calm. I’ll take care of this.” Bucky said in his stubborn way.

“No, they already know I’m here, they don’t need to know anyone else is home.” Steve replied, trying to hand you to Bucky.

“I’m not letting you face this alone.”

“We can’t leave her alone!” Steve countered, knowing Bucky couldn’t argue with that.

Bucky took you from Steve’s arms, grateful that you hadn’t woken up in all the commotion yet.

Then a crash came from downstairs. Your face scrunched up as you debated whether the noise was worth waking up over, but another curse word from Steve’s lips made your eyes shoot open.

“Daddy what?” You muttered, voice heavy with sleep.

“Shhh angel, everything’s alright,” Steve whispered to you, “just go back to sleep babydoll.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging onto him as the commotion downstairs continued.

“Daddy what’s goin on?!” You cried, starting to panic.

Bucky and Steve exchanged a glance.

“Take her. I’ve got this.” Bucky said, coldly and quietly so as to express his urgency to Steve without scaring you further. Steve nodded as Bucky got dressed, hiding a gun in his waistband.

“Hey honeybear, we’re gonna go on a little late night adventure, okay? But you gotta stay really quiet and be a good girl for Daddy, alright?”

You knew Steve well enough to know that he was trying his hardest. Even though he protected you from the truth, the big part of your brain knew that your daddies dealt with dangerous people. Even though they kept their business as far from you, their little girl, as they could, you still noticed every time one of them came home with a black eye or blood on their shoe. You learned it was best not to question it. And even though Steve focused every cell in his body to keep you calm, you knew even in your sleepy little state that whatever was going on was very, very bad.

You stayed quiet, just as Steve commanded, but you couldn’t stop the tears filling your eyes and dripping down your face. You were too scared to even sniffle as Steve ran through the halls of your big house, pressing you into his chest so hard it almost hurt. Steve stopped at a bookshelf, in which room you couldn’t tell as all the lights in the home had been turned off. He checked his surroundings to make sure the two of you hadn’t been followed before tugging on the edge of a book and pulling the hinged bookcase away from the wall. He hurried inside with one arm holding you to him and the other shutting the secret door as quietly as possible. Once he heard it latch, he pressed a code into the number pad on the wall and continued through the snaking hidden hallways of the house. He reached a sturdy locked door, punched in the code for that one as well, and once inside, attempted to set you down. But you weren’t having that.

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My #1 post of 2022

Eddie My Love

Word Count: 680

Pairing: CG!Eddie Munson x Little!Reader

Summary: When everything is too much, Eddie will always be there to help you.

A/N: This is kind of rushed & I'm half asleep but I still really wanted to get some Eddie fluff out there before midnight tonight.... just in case 😭😭 No matter what happens, he's already such a beloved comfort character for me so I was still really happy to write this for him. Even though its pretty short I promise I'll have more Eddie fics in the pretty near future! 😄💕🦇

Your hands gripped tight on the door handle, knuckles bracing against skin as you held on for dear life. Even if you had the courage to complain, the most trained ear wouldn’t be able to hear you over the heavy rock music vibrating through the van. Eddie peeled out of the school parking lot, nearly tipping over as he took the turn towards his trailer. You squeezed your eyes shut; you normally didn’t have a problem with the reckless way Eddie drove, but the smaller you regressed, the scarier everything seemed.

As the van screeched to a halt at an intersection, Eddie took a moment to admire you, just as he did hundreds of times a day. When he saw your terrified face, his heart sank. He kicked himself mentally for not realizing sooner that you were little, and he immediately slammed a hand down on the stereo button to quiet the music. He should have known you were having a bad day, he should have noticed the signs, but he was riding on the high of a good session at Hellfire and your mood shift just didn’t register to him. In the newfound silence of the car, he could hear your labored breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. No more; that was his job now. His calloused hand reached out to yours.

“Shh baby, it’s okay. Shhh…” He whispered, leaning over to stroke your hand and relax the muscles that were still holding fast to the door.

The cold sensation of his rings against your skin was just enough to distract you from your fear. You began to fiddle with one, an angry pig that you thought was more cute than intimidating, twisting it around and around Eddie’s slender finger.

“Do you wanna wear it?” He asked, and you nodded. He slid it off his finger onto yours and you quickly resumed your stimming. Your breathing slowed. “Hey, yeah, that's it baby. You’re okay now, I promise. I’m gonna drive real careful back home, okay?” And you nodded again.

The light had long since turned green, but Hawkins was a small enough town that no cars were waiting behind you. True to his word, Eddie slowly pressed the gas pedal and drove you to his trailer, even staying below the speed limit and taking all the turns as carefully as he could. When he pulled into his parking spot, he did it ever so slowly so as not to jerk you around. He put the vehicle in park and unstrapped his seatbelt, hopping out and jogging over to your door. Without needing to be asked, he unbuckled your seatbelt and took you in his arms, helping you onto the ground. He walked you to the door of the trailer, fishing his key out of his jacket pocket and unlocking it with one hand, the other gripping yours nearly as tightly as you’d been clutching the car door.

When you reached his room at the end of the trailer, he let go of your hand, and already you missed his touch. But he was only gone for a moment, having to let you go so he could get the shoebox out from under his bed, the shoebox that contained your little gear. A pacifier, a big thick blanket, and a soft but matted teddy bear. It had been Eddie’s when he was a kid, protecting him from nightmares and bullies, and now he trusted the bear to watch over you too. He handed it to you, then offered the paci which you took, and then wrapped the blanket over your shoulders. Your eyes drooped, already exhausted from your meltdown and the long day leading up to it. Eddie sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him. You wasted no time, instantly positioning yourself in that familiar embrace, his scent of hairspray and stale smoke calming every nerve in your body. You knew it in your heart, as long as you had your Eddie, as long as you had your love, everything was okay.

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