#i literally woke at 1:21

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Patience is a Virtue C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x fem!Minter!reader

synopsis - Colston gets the trophy, and finally gets the girl.

wc - 3.8k

contains - UNEDITED! this is based off of this request! READER IS COACH MINTER(michigan defensive coordinator)'S DAUGHTER!!!!!!! kissing, hugging, fluff, cursing, stress over the game. guys if u don't like my cute outfit i picked then #1 ur a hater and #2 it's not a big deal! think of something else🤞🤞🤞 cause my Adidas navy handballs with gold accents ARE STAYING. there IS a picture of the outfit im describing but im obvi not gonna stick it in the middle of the fic so if anyone wants that i guess request or message me lols?

an - GUYS PLEASE LET THIS POST LETS PRAY TOGETHER. THIS WAS CUTE. i've been getting the BEST requests lately. i'm on my Michigan FOOTBALL grind. ive spent a long while introducing the jesse minter daughter reader.... she might have to stick around. i want to write for Blake Corum but don't know what to do because literally all i have written for the past week is like "girlfriend or friend of player reader comes to watch their playoff game, reader and love interest kiss after love interest wins game" so... DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVEEEE WRITING THAT SHIT. but it feels so repetitive. BUT THIS? I LOVED THIS. daughter of the coach is so scandalous and i love it. minter is only 40 so like we're just saying he had his daughter (reader) pretty young, like 21. hope u enjoyyyyyyyy ;)!

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You woke up with a start. Your body jolted as you brain registered a shout somewhere in the room. You sucked in a breath, opening your eyes, only to close them again. You squinted, trying to orient yourself. You were in a hotel room, your brothers were the ones shouting.

You groaned at the realization, then let out a shout when you felt three small bodies land on top of you.

"Holy shit, get off of me!"

They immediately scrambled, most likely going to tell your mom you cursed in their presence. You loved your 3 baby siblings, but they were pains in your ass sometimes.

You heard a faint "she said shit mommy!" in the conjoining hotel room, and rolled your eyes. You sat in bed, stretching, grabbing your phone before grabbing your bag and locking yourself in the bathroom before your mom could scold you so your siblings shut up about it.

Today was the college football playoff championship, and it was safe to say your family members above the age of 8 were stressed. It was 8:11, and you had to be out the door by 9:50. You showered, drying your hair after and then starting to pick your outfit. You brought a lot of different gear, you had not clue what you wanted to wear to the game. You had so much Michigan gear, and even more maize and navy colored clothing, courtesy to your father.

After almost 30 minutes, you decided on a cute denim skirt, a maize long sleeve, and your navy Adidaas Handballs. You perfected your hair and makeup, successfully erasing any signs that you'd only been awake for about an hour.

You came out of the bathroom all put together, your bag and pajamas in hand. Your siblings were sitting on your bed, watching something on the TV. Since you guys had 6 people in your family, you'd gotten two hotel rooms with the connecting door in the middle. You slept in one room with your little sister on the other bed, and your parents and brothers slept in the other room. You walked through the connecting door, checking the time. 9:17.

Your mom was getting ready in the bathroom when you walked into it. You sat on the closed lid toilet and started talking to her about the plans for today.

"You really gotta stop cursing in front of the littles!"

Your mother scolded you, a grin wide on her face. She was joking, of course. You and your parents had always been close, you'd been their baby for the longest. You'd been with them since they were two just married 20 year olds in college. Not that you remembered it, but you were there for all of your dad's junior and senior year games when he played at MSJ. You'd been there through all the coaching jobs. From Cincinnati, to Georgia State, to the Baltimore Ravens, you'd been there through all of it.

You sat with your mom until it was time to go. Your dad corralled everyone together, taking a photo before you all headed to the elevator. When an elevator came, it opened up and there was barely any room unless your parents held two of your siblings, so you told them to go ahead and that you would wait for the next one.

You only waited about a minute before the doors slid open again, revealing none other than Colston Loveland. His eyes lit up, a grin shining on his beautiful face. You'd always had a weird little thing with Colston. No words were ever said about it, but there had always been a vibe between you.

Being the daughter of the defensive coordinator definitely drove a lot of the guys, even ones you had classes and other school related things with, far far away. The boys knew how protective their coach was of his family, and didn't want any bad blood on the team. Something about you just attracted Colston so heavily. He knew he shouldn't even think about it, but he never could help himself.

"Hey coach."

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you stepped into the elevator. He always called you coach, he had to remind you he was one of your dad's players. You would've loved to forget that for two seconds.

"Hi Cole."

He could've died. You'd called him Cole, instead of Colston. It was the smallest, most insignificant little thing, but it made him melt.

"Where's your family at?"

You tilted your head towards him, he wanted to talk, okay. You smiled at him, he loved it.

"The other elevator was too full, some of the guys were on the way down too."

He nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. You thought about kissing it off of him, then realized you had just thought of kissing his smirk off of him. Shit. You were in deep with this kid, and there was little to no chance anything would ever happen.

The elevator reached the lobby, and Colston gestured for you to step out first. You exited the elevator, the boy hot on your tail. You were immediately greeted by a hallway packed full of Michigan players, coaches, families, and more.

You have Colston one last glance and smile before finding your mom, taking your baby brother out of her arms and into yours, playing with him. Colston's eyes followed you, he admired you as you smiled and laughed with your brother. You were perfect. He was gonna have to find a way to get around the fact that you were his coach's daughter.

You held your brother with one arm and your sisters hand with the other as you smiled at the cameras, walking through to the buses. Your family followed behind the rest of the coaches and families, the team trailing behind you.

The ride to NRG took longer than you assumed it would, almost an hour because of the traffic, and it didn't help that everyone could tell that the buses were transporting one of the CFP Championship teams in them.

Everyone went into the stadium together, through some backstage type area. You walked with the team until you had to go separate ways. You hugged your dad, squeezing him tight. You would see him again before the game, so you saved your 'Good luck, I love you Dad.' sentiment for then.

You'd always had a special connection with your dad, you were closer to him than almost anyone else. You were his baby, his first baby. Still, you were his baby in his eyes. Your dad would do anything for you, and he was quite protective. Though he was protective, all he wanted was for you to be happy, and if it meant dating one of his guys, he would have no problem with it.

Your family sat bored in the box of the stadium, looking down on the field as Washington practiced. There was over 6 more hours till the game started, and there was practically nothing to do.

You took a nap on the carpeted floor of the box with your siblings for a couple hours, your mother snapping photos that although you were embarrassed of, were undeniably cute. Once you guys had woken up, there was about 2 hours till game time. You voted with your family on whether you guys wanted to stay in the box, or sit way close to the field. You all wanted to be closer to the field, you wanted to see the action head on.

Your family departed the box, along with a few others to see the team one more time before the game. You got down onto the field in about 20 minutes, and stood with your dad for awhile. When you were being told it was time to go, you quickly hugged your dad.

"Good luck, I love you!"

He thanked you, saying the three words back as you guys waved at him, going to leave. Your eyes caught on a certain brunette as he ran off the field, his eyes finding you quickly. He smiled at you, ugh, that smile.

"Good luck, Cole!"

You smiled at him, right before you turned to go up the tunnel. More and more fans started to pour in as you got settled into your bleacher seats. You were three rows from the bottom with a perfect view of the field. You settled in as the national anthem ended and the game began.

As the game progressed, you were so happy to say that Michigan was winning, the entire time. You'd caught Colston's eyes multiple times during the game, letting it linger for a few seconds before giving him a stern look and gesturing towards the field. He'd mouth back, 'okay, coach.' and turn back around. Your mother caught the interaction once, her heart warming seeing her baby with a crush.

You stood up, your brother in your arms as you jumped up and down, shouting, Michigan had finally won! You cheered and danced around with your little siblings as you celebrated. You were all so insanely proud of your dad. Soon though, you were being escorted to the field, eager to see your father and congratulate him.

Blood was pumping and hearts were racing as you exited the tunnel, smiles burned onto your faces as you went to look for your dad. You held your sister's hand as you two ran around, trying to find him. Your mom shouted, and you turned to look at her. She pointed to your left, and there stood your dad, hugging one of his players. Your sister went back to your mom, to walk over to your dad with her as you all but sprinted over to your dad, weaving in between sweaty boys and families.

Your dad saw you incoming and held his arms out accepting your forceful hug. You both laughed, your dad squeezing you tightly. Your best friend had finally done it.

"Literally told you you would do it."

He laughed again, agreeing as he laid a kiss to your temple, pulling back with one arm to accept your other siblings into the hug, who'd finally made their way over. After a minute, you took your siblings from your dad so your mom could hug him, and kiss him, much to your brothers' disgust.

After talking with your dad for a little, you spotted a familiar 6'5 frame standing by himself as his teammates walked away from him. You sauntered over, shouting his name when you were in earshot. The brunette quickly turned around, the smile already gracing his face deepening.

"Well hi, coach."

"Congratulations, Cole. You know your catches were pretty legit."

You gave him a slightly impressed face, shrugging your shoulders. He laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You can't win 'em all over, can you?"

You laughed in turn, stepping closer to him. Colston's heart was racing as he looked down into your eyes.

"But really, Cole, you were incredible, serious."

He nodded, accepting your praise with a grin, before he looked around, over-exaggerating a look of being in thought.

"You know, coach, I think I might just deserve a reward, for my quote incredible performance."

Your eyes widened, your heart starting off, faster and faster.

"Really? What might that entail, Cole?"

Shit, he was gonna have to kiss you if you kept calling him that. He was about to take the leap. He knew he had to at some point, and he was on an adrenaline rush, that just chanted at him to do it.

"Well I think it entails you accepting a date with me back in Michigan."

Your jaw dropped slightly, you were dumbfounded. Colston really wanted to go on a date with you?

"For real?"

Colston nodded, seemingly confident, though he was shaking in his boots on the inside.

"Well then, I think we can make that work."

Colston's heart erupted. He literally could not have been happier. He'd just won the Natty, and got his dream girl to agree to a date, holy fuck. You got nervous all of the sudden, leaning up to kiss his cheek, before turning to leave.

"Just text me, Cole!"

He nodded, his eyes following you as you went to go find your family again. His family came back over to him, they'd been gone for just a second but stopped and waited when they saw him talking to you. His family, especially his mom, knew quite a bit about you.

You found your family, immediately grabbing your moms hand to pull her a few steps away. You looked at her with the biggest eyes ever, still in shock over what had just happened.

"What's up, sweetheart? Why are you all, thousand yard stare-y?"

"Mom Colston just asked me out, and I said yes! And then I kissed his cheek! And then I left!"

Your mom laughed, her baby was finally growing up. You'd had a few boyfriends in all your days, but you'd never been proper crushing like you were right now.

"That's so good! I knew this was coming, we just had to wait for one of you to get the courage."

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands. Your smile suddenly dropped, a realization coming to you.

"Is dad gonna hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

Shit.

You ended up telling your dad later on in the night, when you were tired and sitting in the back of a restaurant the team was celebrating in. Your family didn't party for too long, having a 4, 7, and 8 year old didn't exactly allow you guys to stay out for too long. Even your parents 19 year old daughter got a bit cranky if she stayed out too late.

When you told your dad, he just laughed. He knew you and Colston had things for each other, he was waiting for the tight end to make a move.

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You were stressing. Tonight was your date with Colston. You sat at your vanity, ranting to your roommate over it. You put on makeup and did your hair, wanting to look cute but not over the top.

Colston had told you to wear comfy clothes, so you were in one of your most common outfits. Leggings and a Michigan sweatshirt. You stared at yourself in the mirror, doubting yourself. You had known Colston for over a year, almost two, but you didn't really know him that well. You wanted him to like you so badly.

"Babe, you look fantastic. He's going to stare at you all night."

You sighed at your roommate's encouragement. But before you could respond, you got a text from Colston. He was outside your dorm building. Your roommate pushed you straight out the door, saying bye.

You went down the stairs quickly, making your way out of the complex. You saw Colston as you opened the door, slipping out. He looked up and smiled at you, his stupid beautiful smile.

"Hey, Gorgeous."

You felt the heat on your face even in the Ann Arbor cold. You smiled, shaking your head as you gave him a spin, showing off your extra casual outfit.

"Even in this ensemble?"

He nodded, his smile deepening. He pulled you into his side, hugging you. You were immediately enveloped in his warmth. You ducked your head down to hide the shock in your eyes. He smelled really good.

When you pulled away Colston led you to his car, opening the door for you before going around and getting in. You two buckled up before Colston pulled out of the parking spot, setting off into Ann Arbor. He gave you the aux, warming your heart. You both knew he probably didn't listen to the same music as you, but he wanted you to listen to whatever you liked.

Smaller Acts by Zach Bryan came on when you hit shuffle on your main playlist, making you smile. You resonated with the song, always having thought that smaller acts of love were more important than any grand gestures. You got to really look at Colston while he drove. He kept his eyes right on the road always, until you got to a red light, that's when you'd jerk your head back forward as he turned to look at you. He was really pretty, his jaw was so insanely defined, he had a strong neck, and the deepest brown eyes. You stared at the tattoo on his left forearm, he was hot, to put it simply.

You drove for around 40 minutes before the car slowed, pulling onto a gravel driveway. You looked out of your window, seeing a large screen and projector, and lots of cars. He had brought you to a drive in movie. You could've cried when you saw the sign reading the movie you would be seeing. Ocean's 11. The very first time you ever talked to Colston, he'd asked you your favorite movie. You said you couldn't pick one, then settled on Ocean's 11 because it was one you'd seen so many times you could quote any scene.

You couldn't believe he remembered. You'd never mentioned it since then. That was the kind of smaller, seemingly insignificant thing that meant the world to you. You jerked your head to the left, staring at Colston with wide eyes. He was dealing with the tickets for a few seconds before you pulled into a spot, then he finally looked to you.

"Cole, I cannot believe that you remembered."

Colston smiled, and on the inside he was celebrating that you loved it. What he hadn't expected though was you leaning over the console and hugging him. It was honestly the sweetest thing any guy had ever done for you, you were beyond grateful for this boy, and it was your first date.

"This is the sweetest thing a guy's ever done for me, I'm being serious."

Though you were mostly saying that about the fact that he'd remembered, the date itself was also amazing. Colston knew you enough to know that you'd have preferred this over any fancy restaurant, and that meant a lot.

"It's the least I could do, coach. You mean something to me, 'm gonna take care of you."

You just squirmed in your seat, getting more comfortable and smiling as you looked ahead of you. You wordlessly reached over and slipped your hand into his, pulling them into your lap.

Colston was so happy he could've gotten out of the car and started dancing. He acted as cool as he could on the outside. You two settled in as the movie began.

At some point, Colston had reached back into the backseat and grabbed a blanket that he tossed into your lap, and a bag of food and snacks.

You traced your free hand over Colston's tattoo, admiring the line work and shading. The movie ended, and Colston's hand stayed with you as you two began the drive back. You fell asleep on the drive, your head leaning against Colston's arm.

You woke up slowly about 5 minutes out from school. You kept your head on Colston's arm, but allowed yourself to carelessly stare at him in your tired state. At a stoplight, he turned to look at you, smiling deeply when his eyes met your sleepy ones.

"Hey, coach. Nap good?"

You smiled and nodded, yawning at him. He laughed lowly, turning his head back when the light went green. You parked outside your building, dampening your heart. The night had been perfect. You sleepily got out of Colston's car, after he told you to not dare opening your own door. He walked you up to the entrance with his hand on your back, rubbing his fingers back and forth lightly.

When you got to the door you stopped and turned around, wrapping your arms around his middle.

"Thank you so much Colston. This was like, the best date I think ever."

He smiled, hugging you tightly. Colston had the best time, obviously you were gorgeous, but getting to talk to you one-on-one without interruptions was his idea of a good time. His insides melted whenever you fell asleep, and before then, he could've swore he was in love while you traced over his tattoo.

You pulled away from him, looking at the boy through heavy eyes. He looked absolutely handsome in the dim lighting of a street lamp. You put your hands on his shoulders, leaning up and kissing him. You probably wouldn't have if your drowzy mind hadn't commanded you to. Obviously you wanted to, but you weren't sure if it was 100% mutual yet, but it was.

Colston's hands went to hold the back of your head, his hands in your hair. He kept the kiss shorter than you would've liked, knowing you were tired.

You looked up at him with stars in your eyes, a smiling fighting its way onto you face. Colston's hands shifted from your hair to your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow baby."

Your blown out eyes widened at the name, your heart clenching in your chest. Colston saw the reaction, his lips quirking up the slightest bit.

"I'll see you, Loveland."

You let go of him, turning towards the door. You paused for a second, quickly turning back around and kissing Colston again. Colston's hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you closer. Colston smiled brightly into the kiss, giggling to himself.

You pulled away from him, a grin falling to your face.

"You ever gonna let me leave, coach?"

"Thinkin' about it."

"You get inside, gorgeous. It's too cold for you to be out here."

You smiled, nodding at him, letting go of him for the last time.

"You gotta go too, off season just started. You gotta stay on your A-Game Loveland."

He laughed at you, shaking his head as he watched you walk into the dorm complex, turning the corner and out of his sight. You ran back up the stairs and to your room, squealing like a 13 year old as you described your date to your roommate.

Colston sat in his car, texting his mom that everything went well. When he put his phone away, he finally let himself think that you were the girl he'd want to be with forever. It was finally real. The boy just had to be patient.

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 1

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It's that moment you've all been waiting for bessssties! 🥺 I just want to thank everyone for your support. It truly means a lot to me. ❤️ I've been wanting to try to write a Bradley x reader story, but I was so nervous! But I really hope you all enjoy this first part! 😭 I love you all! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. 🥰 Happy reading! 💕

A/n: This is a flashback chapter for a little background! Enjoy! (sorry for poor grammar. I'm sure I missed a lot of errors lol.)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, drinking, throwing up, fainting, angst (If there are more I'm sorry I literally can't remember all of them 🥺)

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You and Bradley had met each other in college, both taking engineering classes at Virginia. You two became awfully close and were inseparable. You felt in your gut he was it and you thought so too when he introduced you to his uncle Pete, or Mav, his callsign he was given being a pilot in the Navy. He was all the family he had. Bradley always said Mav was like a dad to him growing up. He said he wanted to be just like Mav and his dad. He wanted to fly just like them. You were the happiest girl in the world and nothing could ever change that as long as you had Bradley….. 

Isn’t 21 supposed to be fun? You had been so stressed and sad ever since Bradley was deployed. This was his first deployment since being in the Navy. You spent all your days home slumped on the couch binge-watching every show possible to pass the time, but I don’t think you could watch another year worth of TV shows… or maybe you could? Bri, your best friend, and roommate planned for you and a couple of others to go to the Hard Deck to get you out for some fun. So against your will, you went and had some drinks and finally started to let loose and have fun. 

Some drinks later, you felt a wave of sickness hit you when you were out at the Hard Deck with your friends. You thought maybe it was the drinking not sitting well with you. You were never really good with holding your liquor. So you excused yourself to the bathroom. You barely made it before you were falling to your knees head in the toilet throwing up everything you had in your stomach. You felt dizzy and began to throw up again. The room was spinning and you just laid up against the wall until everything was still. You finally gathered yourself and made your way to the mirror. You rinsed with some water and wiped your mascara that was now running down your face. You popped in a mint and straightened out your shirt before you went back out to meet with your friends. You tapped on your best friends shoulder and let her know you were going to head home.

Y/n: “Hey girl, I’m not feeling very great.” You let her know, your eyes were still glossy. “I think im going to head home.”

Bri: “Oh no! Are the shots of whiskey catching up with you?” She looked at you concerned. “I can take you, I haven't had anything to drink tonight.” She offered looking around for some water.

She handed you some water and you drank the whole glass. You started to feel unstable. “I’m never drinking like that again.” You thought to yourself. 

Y/n: “Please? That would be great! I’m feeling a little dizzy again.” You said starting to sweat.

Bri:”Of course, let me just grab my things.” She said as she turned to grab her purse.

You started to feel weak, you sat on the barstool near you and began to blackout. “Oh my gosh! Y/n!” Was the last thing you heard before you hit the floor.

 You woke up on your couch the next morning, smelling like the whisky you had the night before. You were sweating all the alcohol out of your system. Your best friend came over to you with a banana shake and some ibuprofen.

Bri: “Hey sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” She said as she handed you the shake and medicine.

Y/n:  “Like a million bucks.” You said as you took the medicine and chugged down the shake. “What happened to me?”  You folded your arms and sat back against the couch. 

Bri: “You had quite the ride last night. You passed out face first into the barstool next to you, after you asked me to take you home.” She laughed. “How is your head?” She sat at your feet and rubbed your leg.

Y/n: “It feels fine, I had way too much to drink last night.” You put your face in your hands. “Never let me do that again please.” You said In embarrassment. 

You looked over to the patio door and saw how bright it was. “What time is it?”

You pulled out your phone and looked at the time, 2 PM. “Great, I missed the opportunity to text Brad before he went to bed.” You threw your phone next to you and laid back again. 

Bri stayed quiet for a little bit and bit down on her lip before asking, “Do you think he will actually respond this time?”

Y/n: “He’s working in a completely different place and time zone. I know he will respond when he can.” You smiled weakly knowing its already been 2 weeks and nothing from him. Not even an “I’m here now" email, text, call, messenger bird, something.

More time passed and you started to feel really sad again, you had no energy. You barely were eating and when you did, you would just throw up. You didn’t feel like yourself. You just felt off. You were sad because it had almost been another month and you hadn’t gotten anything from Bradley, you almost started resenting him. 

You couldn’t figure out what it was. You two were so happy when he was here, it seemed he had the same feelings you were feeling. But now just the cold shoulder, you were getting nothing. It's like he got what he wanted from you and now he’s done. Like you were his “just in the moment, while he was home” kind of person. You always gave him the benefit of the doubt and would say he’s just getting used to everything with being away, settling in, getting used to the work and the hours. You just wanted to feel better about the situation. You knew Bradley wouldn’t hurt you like that. You always said when he has the time, he will get back to you. But more and more time kept passing. You kept calling/texting/emailing and nothing. You started to think that maybe he changed his number and forgot to tell you.

It’s been 2 1/2 months and still nothing from Bradley. You started to text and call him less. You started to just try to get back to your life before him. At this point you were mad at him, making you wait, putting you constantly into a bad head space; wondering if something bad had happened to him. You were beyond hurt. You were being left in the dark on purpose now. 

Tonight, you and Bri went out to the Hard Deck to have a couple of drinks. The two of you sat at the bar having conversation with Penny. You all were just having causal conversation and Mav came in and sat down with you. He hugged you and Bri and gave Penny a kiss.

Mav: “Hey Y/n. How have you been with Bradley gone on his deployment?” He said with a loving smile.

Y/n: “I actually am fine.” You said monotoned then pressed your lips together and giving him a small smile.

Mav cocked his head at you and looked a little concerned at the tone of your voice. “Do you get to talk to each other as much as you’d like?” His eyes now narrowed at you and took a sip of his drink Penny had just given to him. 

Y/n: “We haven’t talked since he’s left.” You took a deep breath. “He doesn’t respond to any of my calls or texts.” You said now looking down at your drink, counting the ice cubes. 

Mav: “Oh I see.” He looked at Penny with wide eyes and she gave him the same look back.

Bri saw their exchanges with each other. “What’s going on, Mav?” She said now eyeing the both of them.

Mav opened his mouth slightly and looked at Penny who now turned around to serve some Pilots that just walked in. “I, uh..” He stopped. “I can’t imagine…he doesn’t have the time. I have a buddy of mine who’s son is out there with him and I talk to him all the time. I don’t really talk to Bradley very much anymore, but my buddy’s son is always out with him during their free time after work.” He started to tap his finger on this glass and looked at you nervously. 

Your head shot up to him saying that he LITERALLY has some free time. You furrowed your brows, “Im sorry, what?”

You started to feel it again, the nausea. The over whelming taste of saliva in your mouth. Everything went silent, your ears were ringing and your vision blurry. You weren’t going to make it to the bathroom this time. You ran out the back door to the beach and threw up right then and there. Right on the edge of the deck, barely missing it and into the sand. Mav and Bri came running to you and comforting you as you kept on throwing up. Your knees on the deck, you were hunched over, hands buried in the sand. Bri holding your hair and Mav rubbing your back saying they’ve got you. 

Bri and Mav looked at each other very concerned for you. They were comforting you as you kept on heaving and releasing everything you had in your system. Mav covered his face in disbelief. This wasn’t the Bradley he knew, he would never just leave you hanging. He wished he could do more, but at that specific moment in their lives they had no communication. 

You were hurt, why was he ignoring you? Why did he want you to hurt? And why were you so damn sick? Wait…you’ve been sick. Shit. 

You slowly got up and rubbed your hands together to get the sand off. Bri and Mav looked at you with concern. Bri rubbing your arm and Mav pushing hair out of your face as you looked at them scared. 

Mav: “Are you okay?” No response. “Y/n, you okay? You okay?” He said now cupping your cheek.

Y/n: “Can I have some water, Mav? I just- uh need to get this taste out of my mouth…” You said looking at him scared.

Mav: “Yea, of course. I'll go get some.” He went back into the bar to get you some water leaving you and Bri alone.

Bri: “Honey, what’s wrong? You’re really scaring me.” She said brushing our hair behind your ear. “Is everything okay?” 

Y/n: “Bri, Ive been so sick. Like sick sick.”

Bri: “Yea we know you can’t handle liquor, y/n.” She cocked her head at you and let out a little chuckle. “It happens to everyone girl. Just let it all -” 

You cut her off, “No girl. I’VE BEEN SICK!” You looked down and covered your mouth.

Bri: “No…you don’t mean…” her eyes were wide. She gasped.

Mav: “Here’s your water y/n.” He gave you the water. “Can I get anything else for you, sweetheart?” 

You grabbed the water and chugged it. You hugged Mav, “Thank you Mav but we have to go.”

Mav hugged you tight, “Im so sorry Y/n. If you need anything, I’m just a call or text away. No matter the time or place.” He rubbed your arm and hugged you again.

 You grabbed Bri’s hand and ran for the car. Bri drove quickly to the nearest store. You were shaking when she came back with the pregnancy test. You were terrified. You’ve drank a couple of times. You haven’t been eating a lot. You hadn’t even thought of being pregnant as a possibility. You were so scared. You weren’t being the best mom you could have been or should have been if you were pregnant. You felt so guilty. 

You finally got home and busted through the door and ran to your bathroom. You peed onto the small pink stick and set it face down onto the counter. You threw a tissue over it and didn’t want to see it. You set a timer and paced around your bathroom. Bri was out sitting on your bed waiting for you to come and tell her the result. She gave you your privacy as you waited. 

A million thoughts ran through your head. “Ive only had sex once. Jesus Christ, y/n… THAT’S ALL IT TAKES!” You said to yourself in a loud whisper. You were pacing up and down your bathroom. “C’mon hurry up you damn thing.” You stood at the counter watching the timer count down. You tapped your fingers on the counter top. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”  You took a deep breath and cover your face as you leaned against the cold wall behind you. Then finally your timer went off. You took your hands slowly off of your face and just stared at the tissue that was hiding your fate. You slowly walked over and stopped the timer on your phone. 

Those two minutes were the longest two minutes of your life. You pulled the tissue off of the test and dropped it on the floor next to you. You were shaking as you picked up the test. You flipped it over and it  revealed the two little pink lines. You gasped. “Holy shit….” You were frozen. You couldn’t breathe. All you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You put your hand up to your mouth and looked at yourself in the mirror. You started to sob. At first quietly. Then you gasped louder and the tears running down your face. You couldn’t catch your breath. You were terrified. Bri came running in to comfort you. You sat in her embrace the whole night in the bathroom crying. What were you going to do? How were you going to do this? How were you going to raise his child?

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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x11 Going Home

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 670

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)

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She’d had the dream again just before her alarm went off.  The details were fuzzy and indistinct and she could never quite remember what happened when she woke, but it always ended the same way.  She and Henry were in her car.  She looked in the rear view mirror, and she saw this group of people standing there.  One of the women had her hands raised, and there was green and purple smoke enveloping all of them. She didn’t know why, but Emma always felt an intense sadness at this point in the dream.

And then it was all gone–the people, the smoke, the sadness.  It was just her and her kid cruising down the road on a bright sunny day.

There was probably some deep underlying meaning in it all–or so she’d think if she went in for all that dream interpretation crap.

Anyway, she had the dream pretty frequently, probably about once a month, although for a few weeks there at the beginning of the year she’d had it nearly every other night.

Emma shook her head slightly and went back to her task at hand, stirring the eggs, flipping the pancakes, thinking about her day ahead.  It was Saturday so she and the kid were having their normal weekend big breakfast.  After that, she needed to get to work.  She was so close to catching her latest skip.  If she was lucky, she’d nab him tonight and still have time to make it to her date with Walsh.

She couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing when it came to her relationship with Walsh.  Oh she loved him and all, but he was just…comfortable.  Somehow she felt like there should be more in a relationship, more passion, more desire, just…more, but hey. Walsh was a good guy; he got along great with her kid, and they just kind of meshed.

Better a kind of boring relationship than an exciting one where the guy left you holding the bag for his crime and you ended up going to prison for it.

She had just handed the cinnamon to Henry and sat down to dig into her breakfast when the knocking started–and her heart started pounding in time with the knocking.  Sometimes in life there were moments where you get a sixth sense, where you just know something momentous is going to happen.

Brushing aside her fancy, Emma went to the door and opened it to see him.  She didn’t know who this strange man dressed like a pirate was, but she knew him.  It made no sense, but she was pretty sure he was one of the people in the dream she was always having.

He was spouting nonsense about her family needing her and how he knew she didn’t remember but he could make her.

And then he swooped in and kissed her, and God help her, for a split second her knees almost gave out at the rightness of it, the relief, the feelings, the joy.

But then reality set back in, and she did what she should have done the moment he took a step toward her–she kneed him in the family jewels and slammed the door in his face.

Her brow furrowed as she licked her lips, still tasting of him, and the unsettling feelings continued. 

“Who was that?” Henry asked, going back to his pancakes.

It was enough to snap her out of it once and for all.

“No idea,” she said, ambling back toward the table. “Someone must have left the door open downstairs.  Come on; let’s eat.”

Notes:–How could I not write my drabble on this scene?  I am fairly certain I literally screamed when I watched this episode live and saw who it was on the other side of the door.  This was the moment I was 100% certain that Captain Swan was endgame and it was glorious.  Given that this was the mid-season finale, I considered this scene my very first Christmas present of the year.

NEXT CHAPTER->

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LAST DAY OF 2023 DUMP & CHECK:

• it was literally the hardest years in my life. started with visiting bestie every 2nd days at traumatology ward and praying for her coma’s end, and ending the year with celebrating NYE with the same bestie! the hardest thing was in this whole procedure (expect my suffering with irritable intestine syndrome and insomnia, also the disgust which i started to feel about my place at the healthcare system, i wanted to instantly quit) when my friends was gone because we hoped in bestie’s improvement when she was in vigil coma, and yes, i was selfish because for me some love life shit wasn’t enough problem to think about when my best friend was in a coma and was in between death and living. continous reading articles and researches about comas and traumatic brain injuries, looking through her medical stuff, cry above them… it was truly hard. but she woke up and she’s in the path to full recovery. i lost literally my old friend group’s 90 percent, but i’m not mad about it. they literally left me in the best possible time, also my bestest best friend is with me still. our medical miracle🤍

• after 3 years suffering with applications into medical school, i gave up and ended up in engineering. medicine was a forced destiny for me, after 21 years of my life i realized, it’s not for me. i knew that it’s totally okay to quit a path which isn’t for you, bit i was scared, because the other way was too new. but! to be honest, i’m the happiest alive studying in that major! i have a lot of interesting classes, yes i have difficult times to understand calculus 1 and programming, but even with the little disappointments i’m so sure about my place there. i found my best mates in molecular bionics class, we are a big family together! i can’t be more grateful for them to appearing in my life after all of this 2023’s shit!🌞🦾

• also, i had an opportunity to start working as a pre-thesis work at a lab that works with microglias and investigate about brain and neuroimflamattory, overall i have a huge chance to be a part of some amazing experiments and researches about the mice/human brain!!🐁🧫

• i’m not very sure about what i wanna do or not to do in 2024 (get well in school, being there to every best friend, find a job, studying a lot at lab, etc basic things) but i hope that i will have some kind of like 2023 was, but please, without the hospital visiting part!:D i’m so glad that i’m here, nothing is perfect, but i have everything what i want, so just don’t mess up this circle, 2024!✨🌻

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[incoming long and personal and dark post]

it dawned on me that it’s april and that means it’s been 6 years since i stopped doing drugs. big achievement. i did weed the whole time, thinking i needed it to keep away from the worse stuff, but i stopped that too, almost 2 months ago now. everything i’m about to talk about i did without anyone in my life (offline) noticing and all by myself.

my entire life has been unstable and so difficult. and i mean difficult and sad. i used to drink pretty heavily, but i stopped when i found pills. i was taking pretty much any opioid i could find, i even stole them. i was text book addict with pills. i had every excuse to keep going with it, it made sense to me at the time. i was in so much pain mentally, emotionally, and eventually, physically. taking them was reprieve. 

eventually, i was taking so many a day, quite honestly i should have died. my brain was blank, i lost my creativity and i stopped drawing, which is the one thing i love the most to do. create. even though i did not stop, the fact i felt nothing in that realm anymore was heartbreaking. i’d spent several nights staring at the ceiling practically waiting to die. i had one dream that i can remember while on drugs and it was of me staring at myself opened-eyed and dead on my bed. it shook me.

the drugs affected my ability to think, cry and feel, then one day on my way to work, after taking so many, i got so sick on the side of the road on the freeway several times. eventually i pulled off into a town i didn’t know and passed out in the parking lot of a gas station for who knows how long. i woke up dazed with the taste of puke in my mouth, and totally dehydrated. i missed work, i was embarrassed with myself. i have no idea how long i sat there for before getting out of the car to walk around. eventually i made it home but i felt like i wasn’t the same after that. 

decided to detox (after trying before, and failing), which was the worst events i’ve been through in my life. took days, nearly a week to get over the worst of the symptoms. i don’t think i slept at all. i was so sick, shakes and chills, vomiting, etc. i let spongebob play for the entire time, that sponge grounded me lol. i’d made it through that time. and i stuck too it, using my desire to feel my creativity again and wanting to be better to my body to stay away from relapse. 

2017 i cleared my system of alcohol, pills, energy drinks, pop, and the only thing i’d let myself use was weed because i felt it would stop me from everything else. and technically, it did. it aided me for a long time. but the passed ~3 years i’ve been so ill with stomach issues and nausea and throwing up that i decided to stop that too. 

so now i’ve been completely sober for 1 month and 21 days. for the first time since high school i have nothing in my system that is altering me the way substance abuse has. it’s been a major adjustment. my focus is shit, my sleeping is difficult and my dreams are insanity. it literally feels like i’m sleeping just to wake up somewhere else because my dreams are so vivid and clear. i wake up every four hours having to adjust and remember i actually live here, not in dreamland. i didn’t dream at all while on drugs or weed, so in a way, i welcome the vibrancy of them. 

looking back, none of those things helped me. they only broke and shrouded my spirit with a darkness i don’t want to feel ever again. i want to be healthy and i want to give my body the chances that it deserves. i want to heal properly. i want to live so much. i want to find someone to be with that will understand me and accept me even with my flaws and history. i feel better already, but i know there’s still a long journey ahead and i can only hope it gets better. i deserve better. i know i’m a good person. i know i have so much creative potential in me and it’s what i want to give my energy and soul to.  

thanks for listening, if you read this. i am proud of myself for getting as far as i have but the support from my friends and strangers online has been a colossal sense of communal help i’ve never had offline. sharing my art has been a big help and just people enjoying it means so much to me. thank you.  

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student 21's villain academia, pt 1

so. not twst bully!au part 4. it's not canceled don't worry; i'm just having a couple health issues at the moment and this one was closer to being done. i've literally been working on it for 5 days, so... it was time.

this one is a bit slow to get started, as in it still hasn't kicked into action yet, but by part 3 or so you'll see my vision. this is an x gn!reader, so anyone can read it, and no, aizawa is NOT one of the love interests. i'd rather die than ship him with a student. i have no idea if this au has been done before; you don't have all the information yet so don't jump to conclusions about me copying so-and-so. this idea has been rattling around in my brain for like a year so i'm super excited to finally get it out! genre: gn!reader, fluff, found family, romance coming eventually, canon-typical angst trigger warnings: reader has a panic attack word count: 2004

You didn’t really consider yourself one of those ‘crazy anime fans.’ No, you were more subdued in your interests. You didn’t own hundreds of dollars’ worth of merchandise, nor did you insist on watching the latest episodes right when they aired. And above all, you would never try to force your passion onto others.

Lately you’d been really into a rather popular action anime by the name of Boku no Hero Academia, or My Hero Academia in English. It wasn’t perfect, but something about the characters just sucked you in. They were just kids, only fifteen years old, and suddenly they were faced with enemies backed by a villain even the strongest hero struggled against. Thus, you couldn’t help but feel little ashamed of yourself as you fell asleep to the ending song of the latest episode.

When you woke up, it was very abrupt. You were certain you’d been asleep on your couch, but suddenly you were standing in the middle of a busy street. Not wanting to be stuck there when the light turned green, you hurried to the other side. Was this a lucid dream? You’d never had one of those before, but there wasn’t another plausible explanation.

Taking in your surroundings, all the signs definitely weren’t in English, but somehow you could understand them. Was that Japanese? Huh, all that anime must be rubbing off on your subconscious. You caught sight of a TV inside an electronics store displaying the news. You didn’t know where you were supposed to be, so maybe that could give you a clue.

“Hinata here, reporting in from Musutafu News,” a young woman announced, “just this morning, up and coming villain Bakugou Katsuki wreaked havoc on a suburban neighborhood, completely destroying 8 homes. Can you believe he’s only 15?! Goodness, what has society come to? Fortunately, there were no casualties, but our experts believe it’s only a matter of time. And now, for the weather forecast…”

You tuned out the rest, in a complete state of shock. Bakugou is a villain? What sort of dream is this? Sure, he’s loud and violent and tells people to die on the regular, but he’s not a criminal! Is this some sort of joke? Is your subconscious playing some kind of trick on you? There’s some sort of nagging feeling in the back of your mind, like you should know something about this situation, but you just can’t recall.

You decide to keep walking, instead of staring blankly at the television like an idiot. Maybe you’ll find someone or something that can explain what’s going on. With luck, it’ll be one of the main characters. If you’re really unfortunate, you’ll find someone from the League. But who knows, maybe they’re the good guys here.

After about 10 minutes, it hits you. This is one of those alternate universe thingies! Your cousin, who’s far more invested in the fandom than you are, was trying to explain them to you at a family gathering, but you were only half listening. Now that was a mistake. Even worse, she seemed convinced that some people actually got transported into the worlds of anime! No wonder you weren’t paying attention. Clearly she had a screw or two loose. Yeah, there was simply no way something like that had happened to you. This was a dream, plain and simple.

But then the building right next to you caught fire. You were sure there was nothing before, but there was a fire and it was very, very big and very, very hot. Suddenly this all felt too terribly real. Was it a villain attack? Oh no, you were doomed. You were going to die- you’d only just gotten here and you were already going to die-

“It’s going to be okay,” you heard a gruff voice say.  It was probably Japanese, but you could understand it all the same. “Take deep breaths, one at a time. The heroes are already here, they’re apprehending the villain right now,” you heard him say softly. You did your best to follow his advice. In, pause, out, pause. In, pause, out, pause. After a while, it wasn’t so hot, and you could turn to look at the person who had calmed you down. You weren’t one to judge, but he looked like he needed some help- holy cow that’s Aizawa!!

Okay, you were not expecting that. Sure, you were hoping you’d run into a friendly canon character, but you didn’t think it’d happen that easily! You knew you needed to say something though, or this would be painfully awkward. “I, um,” you spluttered, “I’m a huge fan, Eraserhead. Can I get an autograph?”

“A fan, really? I don’t have too many of those.” He looked pleased, but also a bit confused. That was to be expected, considering he’s an underground hero. “Sure, do you have any paper on you?”

Ah. That was a bit of a problem. You searched your pockets, turning up absolutely nothing, not even your phone. “Nope. Nothing. Guess I won’t be getting that autograph, huh?” You were disappointed, of course, but it wasn’t the end of the world. As messed up as this world seemed to be, you were probably better off not meeting any more canon characters unless they were saving your life. This was just a lucky chance.

“Ah, well, that’s too bad. Hey, kid, you don’t seem like you’re from around here. Are you lost?” Aizawa asked. You did a double take, wondering if it was really that obvious. Kid, though? How old were you?

“Um, yeah, I’m pretty lost, I think. I’m not really from around here,” you vaguely expressed. Even you weren’t sure where here was. You were beginning to fear that this might just be your new reality, but naturally you couldn’t just accept that out of the blue. A large part of you was holding out hope that this was just a crazy dream. Because if Bakugou was a villain in this world, then what did that mean for the rest of the characters?

“You think? Did you hit your head or something? I can take you to the hospital to get it looked at,” he offered. You were pretty sure a concussion was the least of your worries, but sticking with Aizawa seemed safer than being alone in a strange place, at least. He did appear a little suspicious of your condition, but you were only telling the truth. You had no idea what was going on either.

“That might be a good idea. Thank you,” you agreed with a nod. While the doctor wasn’t likely to find any brain damage, you could at least see if you had the quirk factor gene thing or not. The odds were next to zero, but if this was a dream, you might just turn out to be super overpowered!

Yeah, right. Even if you did suddenly find yourself being up to par with some of the main characters, there wasn’t much you could do with it. Public quirk usage was illegal, and it’s not like you’d end up in a hero school with zero documents to prove you actually existed.

You and Aizawa walked in silence, presumably to the nearest hospital. You really hoped he wasn’t also a villain in this world. But if he was, then why would he have helped to calm you down? So, you were probably safe. For now, at least. You couldn’t cling to him forever.

When you reached the hospital, Aizawa took you to the emergency room. You didn’t think you were that much of an emergency, but you couldn’t provide much of a counterargument without revealing too much. What were you supposed to say, anyway? “Oh, hey, by the way, you’re just a character from an anime I watched back home, except for some reason the timeline got really messed up and now Bakugou’s a villain?” As if! He’d think you were crazy!

So instead, you went along with it as you were brought back almost immediately. You weren’t sure if it was because they thought you had a head injury, or because you were with a pro hero. Either way, it wasn’t fair to the other people waiting, those who actually needed help. But again, there was nothing you could do.

Several annoying and probably unnecessary tests later, a doctor came back to your room to speak with you. “Well,” she began, sitting down on a stool, “I have good news and bad news. The good news is that all the tests came back normal. The bad news is, well, none of our staff could find any information on you. Are you sure your name is in our system correctly?”

You knew this would happen, unless the universe magically decided to cover for you. “Yes, they’re correct. I just, I don’t really remember anything else. I know that and some basic information but that’s about it. I don’t even know where I come from, just that it’s not here,” you told her, trying to be as calm as possible. You’d had plenty of time to think about what to do while you were waiting on the results, and you figured amnesia was the best option.

It was true, in a sense, that you didn’t know where you came from. You were beginning to be convinced that this was reality, but you didn’t know how. Was this some sort of parallel universe? You didn’t know how all that physics stuff worked, but that sounded the most likely.

The good news about the timeline being messed up was that you didn’t have to worry about your presence messing things up. You were basically free to do whatever you wanted. You were, however, severely limited by the fact that according to the government, you weren’t a real person.

The doctor and Aizawa shared a look. “Well, I’m going to step out and have a chat with the doctor here about what to do next,” Aizawa said in a tone that didn’t betray anything. That made you nervous. Were you in trouble because you’d said you were his fan? Were you going to be interrogated, or worse, sent off to Tartarus, never to see the light of day again?

No, you’d be fine. Everything would be fine. You just had to focus on your breathing, and try not to think about everything that could go wrong. From what you knew about him, Aizawa wouldn’t turn on you so quickly. You hadn’t done anything wrong.

After a surprisingly brief amount of time, Aizawa re-entered the room alone. The doctor must’ve left to go see other patients. “Hey kid, it sounds like you’ve been through a lot. So until we figure out what to do with you, you’re welcome to crash at my place. I’m guessing you don’t have any school to attend?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Aizawa,” you mumbled. What else were you supposed to say, anyway? Who knows, maybe you could go for a career in acting after all this was over. You’d have plenty of practice by then, that’s for sure. You felt guilty for lying to him, of course, but what choice did you have?

“I figured as much. I’ll talk to the principal at the school I teach at and see if we can’t get you enrolled when the new school year starts two weeks from now,” he supplied. You tried not to let your surprise show on your face. You were going to go to UA?! Nezu would still have to agree, but this was beginning to sound like a classic main character development. You didn’t want this hero academia; especially not when everything could be messed up!

“In the meantime, I’m sure you must be exhausted. Come on, let’s go home,” Aizawa said. Home. That was a nice sentiment. Here you were, in a new world all by yourself, unsure of what was the same and what had changed. But at least you had a place to rest your head.

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Here's some feel good championship celebrations. Trying to get back into the swing of writing, I hope this is good lmao. Peripheral editing, so sorry for any mistakes.

Part 1 | Part 20

Part 21

Daniel grinned as he held his phone aloft, filming the singing crew below. From his vantage point halfway up the stairs he could see all the mechanics as they sang drunkenly along with Christian to Wonderwall. Who knew Genty knew how to play the guitar?!

Daniel was amazed, he’d never been with a team when they won a big championship before and being in the depth of the garage when Max crossed the finish line in Japan had been quite literally a surreal out of body experience.

He and Blake watched as Max was enveloped by his team, patting him on his helmet and back, lifting him high into the air. The drinking had started immediately, and now hours later, Daniel knew he was the only sober person in the building (stupid meds). But it was fine, he was more than happy to (unofficially) record the memories for the team. He swung his camera to the left to capture the moment when Max walked back into the room– the cheers that erupted were deafening. It felt as if he was at an Eagles game and they just scored the game winning goal, only condensed in this tiny room.

Max went pliantly into Christian’s hug, both men grinning squinty, crinkly, happy grins. Daniel knew that there wasn’t one braincell between them right now.

Max looked up and his face brightened when he recognised Daniel, he waved him down and everyone turned around to see who had Max’s attention. They all cheered again when they too saw the Aussie. 

Aussie Aussie Aussie!!!

Oi Oi Oi!!

Daniel didn’t see who started the chant, but he did see Micheal gleefully screaming along. Blake motioned for him to go downstairs and he did, yelling out his own ‘kikiki ra!’ that Max returned.

“Hi” Daniel grinned once stood beside Max, a waitress came then with a new round of drinks and Max quickly grabbed the lone bottle of sparkling water and pressed it gently in Daniel’s left hand. 

There was a toast to the team, and Daniel took his time uncapping his bottle. When the screams went up again he was ready with his own drink, drinking to the 6 time world champs.

“One down, one to go eh?!” Someone yelled and that started a chant of ‘one more time’ which had Max positively beaming.

Daniel kissed his boyfriend’s cheek but Max wasn’t having it– pulling him in close for a full blown wet kiss. If Daniel thought the cacophony before was loud, the noise now was thunderous.

Later, when Daniel was steadying Max as they walked to their room, he couldn’t help but stare fondly at his wasted boyfriend. He had stuck to gin and tonics the whole night, but Christian had left an open tab on the company card– and Max had conspiratorially told him that there was a championship budget with a lot of zeros. 

No one else faired any better, Daniel had dropped off Blake and Micheal two floors down– it had been a wild ride trying to coax Max back into the elevator. He didn’t want to accept that they hadn’t reached their room yet. But they made it and Daniel felt he deserved a prize for shepherding an entire drunk team. Max fell face first into the bed– literally already asleep, and Daniel followed behind him after taking off their shoes.

Daniel woke up to the smell of breakfast and his stomach growled louder than any noise the team made last night. He distantly heard Max’s chuckle and felt lips pressed to his forehead. Max was fresh from the shower damp, his cheeks still rosy from the heat of the water. Daniel didn’t comment on the fact that he was wearing his sunglasses.

“Morning Love, Christian sent up breakfast and a card. His text said that you ‘did the lord’s work’ and he appreciates it.” Max yawned around some of his words, and his accent ate the others. 

Daniel smiled indulgently, last night was fun and he was excited to do it again in Qatar– he should be off his meds by then so someone else will have to babysit.

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[little-tyrant-gortash]

Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 2,217

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13.

Chapter 14.

Chapter 15.

Chapter 16.

Chapter 17.

Chapter 18.

Chapter 19.

Chapter 20.

Chapter 21.

Chapter 22.

Chapter 23.

Chapter 24.

Chapter 25.

Chapter 26.

Chapter 27.

Chapter 28.

Chapter 29.

Chapter 30. ⬇

Chapter 31.

Chapter 30: The Enemy of My Enemy…

She woke up with steel cold determination to kill Orin the Red.

Gortash already got up and got ready; Tav was still lying on her side under the blanket, staring forward, the nausea making her want to skip breakfast once again. Even though she was hungry last night, things didn't turn out the way she wanted them to; especially with how Enver broke down. It seemed now that he felt fine. Tav glanced up at him, watching him in silence for a while as he pulled his coat up on his body.

"Good morning", he told her when he noticed she was awake.

The words made Tav smile. It sounded so... domestic. None of what happened with them settled in yet; that they were engaged and expected a new life of their own making. She finally had a chance to think beyond curing her tadpole; she had a future she wanted to actually see. For so long, there was nothing but vengeance, a life of service... until Astarion came. It was true that she screwed up everything with him – and she sunk deep, too deep after that –, but it seemed the gods still had plans for her. When she was in her deepest misery, they've at least sent someone to drag her out of it.

Perhaps, she'd be able to rest and just enjoy her life, even if it would be spent on a tyrant's side.

Not much of a price to pay if she thought of what would've happen to her if she never let Enver get so close to her. He could make her dreams come true; having a child, a home, a future. And that was all she ever wanted.

"Good morning", she replied.

"You're awfully pale", he walked over to her, then reached for her chin. His fingers felt warm against her skin as he turned her head up a little, their eyes meeting once again. "Are you feeling sick again?"

"Yeah", she murmured, "I guess I'll stay here today."

"Sounds good." Gortash didn't really agree with her plans, but he didn't mention it. He'd allow her a day or two to gather herself before he inevitably pushed her towards her fate. He had to allow them both a few days. He wasn't ready to lose her just yet. "Rest up. I'll send you a suitable breakfast."

"That's so very kind of you, Your Grace, thank you", she took his right hand in hers, then closed her eyes as she kissed his palm.

Gortash felt a shudder running across his body at her words and especially, the sensation of her warm, soft lips against the skin of his palm. He'd been wearing his gauntlet and rings as protection; to avoid people touching him directly. But the way her gentle lips came in contact with his palm made him realise that perhaps her touches would be welcome. This little gesture certainly made him feel safe... and surprisingly... aroused.

"I need to go", he whispered as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Rest all you need."

"Alright."

She wouldn't rest at all.

Once he left and she cleaned herself up, she ate a little from the breakfast he sent, which was nothing too complicated; a rather bland selection of finger foods that went easy on her stomach. He really did research her state, it seemed, and it made her smile again.

Now, getting out of there was easier thought than done. There were Fists and Steel Watchers literally everywhere. Sneaking around was always Astarion's expertise, not hers, but she tried to remember all the lessons the pale elf taught her in the past. She just hoped she could pull it off well.

Throughout the city, she was very careful to choose dark alleys and small corridors that were out of the view of the guards. It was a miracle everything went down without a hitch. By the time Gortash realised she was gone, she'd be halfway down to the temple. Or so she hoped. She prayed to whatever gods were listening to let her go through with her plan unscathed. And without an Archduke absolutely enraged.

"Wake up guys!" She shouted as soon as she got back to camp, knowing they were relatively far away from the rest of Baldur's Gate's citizens.

"Gods, it's so early", she heard Wyll complain.

The rustling from all directions made her laugh lightly. It was usually Gale who woke up early - and prepared breakfast for them as well -, so it was nice to see that for once, she got to see their sleepy heads.

But the smiles quickly turned to frowns as she saw Gale as he stumbled back into their camp. His clothes, bloodied. Tav didn't even notice how she hurried to assist him; holding out her hands for him to rely on.

"Are you alright? What happened?"

"Orin! Orin happened!" Gale wheezed. "I could barely escape her! You need to run - she's after you, and everything you hold dear! Leave the city, save yourself!"

"What are you talking about?" Tav steadied the wizard, looking deep in his eyes. "Gale, I'm not running away."

"She said she can't wait to carve you open - as she carved me open as well! You can't even imagine the agony! She stowed her crimson blade in my guts and sliced me open, filled a cup with my blood and- and-"

Gale doubled over. Tav, mortified, got a hold of his shoulders, thinking he'd go into a shock. But then, he started to laugh. Quietly first, then louder and louder until his voice was roaring across the camp.

Tav released his shoulders and took a step back. Gale straightened himself and looked in her eyes; his own lacking all the warmth he always had in them whenever he looked at her.

"You should see your face", he still chuckled. "Ah, I can't keep this up." He reached for his own head and snapped it to the side, his form morphing into Orin. "I've taken your precious little pup to the Temple of Bhaal - he's waiting for me to cut, to slice, to carve and sacrifice him to Father even now. But I have a proposition, a way to save your pet. An alliance, if you will."

Tav's ears were pounding, loud, with blood and rage. The thought that she could kidnap and take Gale down to the Temple of Bhaal changed everything; she wouldn't waste a moment to go down after him.

"If you kill the tyrant", Orin purred, "I'll spare your friend. You come down to the temple with Gortash's Netherstone, where we will fight each other for the ultimate power – to perform a Perfect Slaughter for Bhaal!"

Orin didn't know.

She had no idea of the relationship she had with Gortash, of the state she was in. That was all the advantage she had. Because this way, Orin wouldn't even think she wouldn't do what she asked.

Her head started pounding with the pressure, with the vision of Gale held captive, possibly tortured. Suffering. Alone.

Her hands twitched at her sides. If she had the Blood of Lathander within arm's reach, she wouldn't hesitate. No. She'd need to do this the hard way.

"Hurt Gale and you'll know what real agony is."

She couldn't stop the words that escaped her, making Orin laugh mockingly in her face.

"Choose. The tyrant or your friend. You have time until dusk."

And with that, she vanished.

Tav was shaking as she turned around, meeting the eyes of her other companions, concern written on their faces.

"Get ready", she snapped. "Now! We need to hurry!"

She made her way to her tent and started to put on the Reaper's Embrace. Thankfully, the Fists Gortash promised last night hadn't been to her camp yet to take her equipment. She chose the Blood of Lathander and the Knife of the Undermountain King as her weapons, as well as Firestoker.

"Gale was supposed to come with us", Karlach mentioned, "who should come in his stead?"

"Shadowheart", she glanced at the Cleric, who must've sensed Tav wanted to take her as she was already dressed for battle. "He might be injured. And in that case, we'll need a healer."

"I would've came anyway", Shadowheart told her with a small smile. "Can't have you go on a dangerous journey now." The way Tav looked back at her made the Cleric laugh. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."

"I couldn't help but hear what happened…"

Tav stopped in her tracks, cursed "shit", then turned around to stare at Astarion.

"Why do you keep showing up in our camp?" She spat at him. "I've had enough of you trying to manipulate us!"

"Oh I've came to have fun", Astarion tilted his head, motioning at Tav and the others. "For the sake of old times, you know. I've been… missing it."

"You've been missing it", Tav echoed in a deadpan tone. "Missing sleeping in the filth and the dirt."

"Well, obviously, not that part, but I did miss travelling with our little group of weirdos."

Tav could still see a small glimpse of her rogue within him. The old Astarion still was in there somewhere; the one who slipped flowers in her hair and kissed her so sweetly. The one who took her out to a meadow to look at the stars together. The memories made her heart ache, and her mind wandered to Gortash, her balm to her wounds – would she be forced some day to kill her previous partner, too, because they've changed too much?

It hurt a thousand times that she knew the cost of his Ascension and she still let it happen because she wanted him to feel safe. To never be afraid, of anything, ever again. But he'd changed. He was drunk with power. And he wanted her too much. And he couldn't understand no.

She wished he stopped the moment she said no the first time.

Her hand rested on the pommel of the Blood of Lathander which hung from her waist. If it came to that, she wouldn't hesitate, just as Enver didn't hesitate, either. The lengths she'd go to keep him safe was alarming, and it was even more insane that it was mutual.

"I find it hard to believe you're here to offer your talents to help us with anything", she snapped then, her voice unnaturally cold. She wanted to go down as soon as possible; Gale could've been suffering as they were wasting time speaking. "What do you really want, Astarion?"

He tilted his head and observed her posture, her body language, her expression. It was visible he did not want to say much, but at the same time, it was obvious he wanted to have allies. What for, only he knew.

"Do you remember that girl I was with? My little… consort?"

Tav felt nothing. She expected she'd feel a stab of jealousy that Astarion mentioned another girl to her, but she felt absolutely nothing. Even as he used the word consort; a title he said he wanted her to have. That was when she realised she really, truly moved on. And that was a relief.

"I remember her", Tav confirmed coolly.

"Last night, while I was outside, I left her in our chambers. She's not opening the doors for anyone other than me, of course, but it seemed that whoever wanted to come inside found a way to do just that. I've found her, dead, gutted and hung from the chandelier in my chambers when I arrived home." Astarion paused. Tav could see a fraction of guilt and pain over his loss. It was fading quickly, but it was there. "The note on the bed made it pretty obvious who did it. Now – nobody escapes unpunished if they take something that's mine, you know that. I mean to avenge her; to make Orin scream and beg for mercy before she breathes her last." He paused again. "I know we had our… disagreements in the past. But please, believe me this once: I truly, honestly, want to help."

Tav stared up at his beautiful face, almost… glowing in the early sunlight. She recalled what Gale had told her after Astarion ascended: a powerful ally to have at our side, and a powerful enemy should our intentions diverge.

She needed an edge against Orin, and perhaps, a Vampire Ascendant – one of his kind, way more powerful than just a mere Vampire Master –, was that edge. Frankly, she could use all the help she could get. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, or so they said. She glanced at the others; they've said nothing, they wanted her to decide. After all, it was her who had to endure whatever Astarion put her through. If she could tolerate him being near her, they'd tolerate him, too.

"Fine", she decided, then spun on her heels and started walking towards the closest manhole. "But if you so much as breathe in my personal space, I'm going to bash your head in with the Blood of Lathander. We'll see how you like some sunlight directly in your pretty face."

"Oh, my little love", Astarion almost purred as he followed her, "I've missed you so, so much."

#Oathbreaker #little tyrant [enver gortash] #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg 3 #enver gortash #archduke enver gortash #lord enver gortash #fanfic #Oathbreaker fanfic

[dearmrsawyer]

phew planet earth is exhausting ! i've had a friend visiting Australia and staying with me the past 3 weeks, we've had fun and its been really really good to see her and spent time with her, but i truly have nothing left in the tank 😵 being switched on for company for 21 days is really difficult, especially when i feel like i was already in a deep deficit with everything going on the last few months! i hope that i didn't show that i was running on empty and she feels like i was online and functioning lol. this visit has been a light at the end of the tunnel for her for a long time so i wanted to make it good for her. while she was here i had to leave her for a night to go see louis (finally me and silv got to go to a 1d show together!!! at long last!! we skipped the support acts and told each other our woes lol), mum had the heart procedure she's waited 2 months for (such a relief it finally happened, v stressful to have it happen while i was hosting a visitor), and nonna went back into hospital (vvvv stressful to have happen while i was hosting a visitor!!!!!!!!!!!! also the hospital was like 'she has covid' and we were like HOW and spent 3 days panicked that someone else in the house had it and gave it to her, turns out they were detecting the infection she got in November, cool cool cool i had energy to spare on that stress no biggie!!!) is there anything else that wanted to take place while i was trying to get through being a good host lol. i could only take 1 week off work while she was here so i did have to work for 2 of those weeks, but we still got to fit in a decent amount of outings. also i drove to the airport for the very first time yesterday to get her to her flight and drove through the worst rain i've ever seen in my life lol, it looked like i was inside a car wash, it is quite literally a miracle we did not die on the road. so glad sydney saved that for the day of her departure skdjsdfklgkjl when i woke up that morning i turned on the tv to ease into consciousness and the first thing i heard was '3000 lightning strikes in sydney overnight' like OKAY i get it i've been given the difficult level 😂 anyways, i survived, i hope everyone has been good, i look forward to catching up on your lives 💕

#get to spend $4000 tomorrow on stage 1 of a tooth implant yay! #i definitely didnt need that money for anything else #on the plus side bring on that anaesthesia i cant wait to get a confirmed rest for 2 hours LOL #tp

[sleepysheepytea]

I posted 620 times in 2022

That's 235 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

AIGHT I SPENT FAR TOO LONG ON THIS BUT 

EEEEEEEEEE THEY WERE ALL SO CUTE IN THE OVA I WAS LIKE HONK IT!! TICKLES FOR THEM!!

do i care that i probably got their outfits wrong? no.

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#4

another oc comic ehehehheheheee

with different ocs tho :p

i hope u all like it!

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#3

more bc this has been the only thing keeping me calm jadkjfhj

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#2

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i need to stop i know hsjdshkf but aaa

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My #1 post of 2022

i has done it EHEHEHEHE

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[devilish-mirage]

Anyone is free to share a thought and write their own version of this story, that's the reason why I put this post up. To let countless of beautiful minds to be creative, to make this AU their own; as long as you give credit of course! I would be delighted to read all of them. So unleash all of your thoughts, love!

I can't write for the life of me but imagine a fantasy world where the moon bois were the cursed!crown prince cause they didn't have the medical knowledge and maybe they're somehow a demon? Idk 😩

It would set in a medieval timeline and we (the reader) is an assassin who disguise ourself as his new maid.

We'd have all the qualities of a killing machine- cold and calculated, knows how to use our sex to advantages, manipulate, gatekeep and girlbossing our way to murder.

My god- just imagine us sneaking inside their bedroom, we'd get on top of him, sitting still on their stomach as we pull a dagger from our thigh strap as we aim for his neck.

Steven was the one who woke up and stare at us, eyes wide with admiration as the moonlight illuminates our face, highlighting our eyes and we'd stare deep into each other's eyes while the dagger touching his adam apple dangerously.

"Beautiful." He says out loud, we roll our eyes in amusement and tries to push the dagger only to be pinned down by Marc as he glare at us, face dangerously close that we can feel his breath on our face.

THE TROUPE WOULD BE SOMETHING LIKE:

Pretend engagement, forbidden love, the guy only kneels for his girl, destined to be together, I hate everyone but you, belated love epiphany.

Magic, magic, magic and more magic because I wanna be a magician/sorcerer. It's cool ok- 🏃🏃🏃

Steven: friends to lovers, he's warm, he's kind and he always tries to see the better in us, always forgiving us and give us many chances to make it up to him.

Marc: enemies to lovers, grumpy x sunshine. Marc being the grumpy, cold and rude to us, literally hate us because we tried to kill him while we're the sunshine and we'd be really flirty with him, always getting on his nerve and annoying him.

Now onto jake, I honestly feel like he's very unhinged and smooth because we've seen how he shamelessly seduced that nurse and dragged Harrow out. So maybe the dynamic that we have would probably be enemies to lovers like Marc but instead Jake being flirty with us and we'd also be like that, we'd amuse and entertain each other in ways that no one can.

But Jake is really dangerous and fucking feral, I want him to be the possessive n UNHINGED lover. The kind that wont hesitate to kill/hurt anyone that touches us. And we knows it so we sometimes be on high guard and switch to our assassin's persona, u know on how we'd be on edge because he makes us uneasy and stuff, unlike Marc and Steven we didn't know what's on Jake's mind and what does he think of us. But oh do we love to see him in all his maniacal glory, got us feelin' some type of way. 😏😏😏

She fell first but he fell harder for both Jake and Marc please bcs >>>>

The words that I would love to squeeze inside the fic:

1. "Kiss me- and this time don't fucking stop."

2. "Where is home?" "With me."

3. "I can't stop-" "Then don't."

4. "Touch them and you die."

5. "Are you mine?" "All yours."

6 "You look so pretty like this." "Only for you."

7. "The problem with me is you."

9. "If I kill them right before your eyes, will you still stay?" "Always, without a doubt."

10. "WHO DID THIS TO YOU?"

11. "I'm not a gentleman." "Lucky for you I'm not into them."

12. "You like what you see, Darlin'?"

13. "I'm supposed to hate you." "And yet- here we are."

14. "Do I make you nervous, Lockley/Spector/Grant?"

15. "You think you can intimidate me?"

16. "I hate myself for loving you, but I loathe the thought of not having you more."

17. "I love the way you make me feel." "Even when I'm trying to kill you?" "Especially that."

18. "I will burn the whole world down- just for you. You only need to say the word."

19. "What have I told you about you and your orders?"

20. "I hate you." "That's not what you said last night, sweetheart."

21. "Say it again, I love the way you say my name."

22. "You really has no fear." "Thanks for the compliment."

23. "I want to hurt you so bad." "I want to see you try."

24. "I like when you get mad."

25. "Don't look at me like that."

26. "The things I would do to you."

SOMEONE OR MAYBE MULTIPLE AUTHORS COULD WRITE THIS SERIES AND MAKE THEIR OWN VERSIONS??? I WOULD LOVE IT SO MUCH IF THAT HAPPENS OMG!!! ANYWAY- PLEASE WRITE OR TAG SOMEONE WHO WOULD BECAUSE I CAN'T WRITE GAAHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight fanfiction #medieval #fantasy #assasin #cursed!crown prince #mira's thoughts #miras's brainrot #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac #steven grant x you #x female reader

[epicrox]

Till The End Of The Moon Thoughts - Episode 1 part 2

WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW

PARTS: 1.1 | 1.2 |

This is mostly for me to look back on and see the moments that I caught my eye. Nothing analytical. I offer nothing to the table

I'm also a visual person so there's a lot of screenshots x

From now on this is going to be called my thoughts because I refuse to call what I'm writing down as a review. Reviews inform people and this post does nothing for people.

A new chapter begins!

Love the make-up

3. This girl has mini peaches in her hair

4. She fell down a slope and looks like this?

5. It seems like the OG!Ye Xi Wu wasn’t well-liked.

6. Did OG!Xi Wu pay the bandits? They keep winking at her

7. She sounds like she entered a video game

8. Is that Tantai Jin?

9. Nope, it’s that guy that got stabbed and fell down the cliff. Did he also time travel?

10. Oh god, this is a villainess story. I’ve read my manhwas. She literally transmigrated to another body so I shouldn’t be surprised

11. Is Ye Bingchang gonna be a pure character that has an evil side? That feels too cliche tho.

12. Yh OG!Xi Wu is a textbook villainess. Hiring a bunch of bandits to get the prince’s attention. Is Prince Lin going to fall in love with her afterwards?

13. The way I gasped at this. She’s maRried to him?!

14. Wait what?

15. I know they previously told us he got abused in his mortal lifetime but I still thought he would be more powerful. How villainous is Xi Wu?

16. What is this the Lan Sect? I like the scenery tho.

17. He looks so ethereal. And a bit pitiful.

18. Girl stop being weird.

19. I keep stopping the episode every minute in this scene. She’s asking him to strangle her and he’s getting flustered and uncomfortable. I just wanna hug him.

20. Omg, you mostly see a ML doing this to a FL.

21. What are you inspecting?

22. He’s so adorable. He’s totally different from what I was expecting the mortal Tantai Jin was.

23. Oh, this man wants to kill you. Justifiably from what I’m currently seeing. Talking about the OG! Xi Wu, of course.

24. Oh, she was getting some kind of confirmation that it was him. She was having some traumatic flashbacks just by the way he glared at her

25. What are they? Cultivators? Because I can’t believe that’s possible. Does he not eat or sleep?

26. If Bingchang was the FL of this drama, Tantai Jin would be the second male lead. I know a bunch of manhwas where the villainess tries to romance the novel’s second male lead and then also gets the male lead’s attention. I think this drama might have the same format.

27. I snorted at Chuntao’s imitation of Xi Wu

28. Tantai Jin is a hostage prince?!

Ok, so this is not what I expected when I first heard about this drama when it was announced in 2021. I knew there was time travelling but thought the situation would be different. 

I saw posters like these and thought it was a modern girl falling into a fantasy world:

I was also under the assumption that Luo Yunxi was a demonic prince (sort of right about this) who woke off from a slumber then began to take over the world and reigned for over 500 years in darkness. Then they had to send Bai Lu to stop him. 

I know he’s going to turn evil in the future but I didn’t know that he would start off as a weak human. I’m not complaining, it’s a nice change from the usual male leads you see every time in dramas

#till the end of the moon #tantai jin #ye xiwu #tteotm thoughts

[footballerimaginess]

Prompt List

These prompts are taken from @novelbear and @scealaiscoite, @corvase they were all such amazing prompts. Thank you so much for creating some insane prompts. 

author’s note: One player per prompt, please send in the player’s name and the prompt number you want. Remember I write for most players, I’ve stopped writing for a select few, please ask away if you need any questions.  crossed out prompts means they are taken, don’t request these. Thank you x  1. "did i make you uncomfortable?" "no! no, it just caught me off guard. i like it a lot actually..." 

2. "you only call me that when we're alone.." "would you like me to say it louder~"

3. sending the scary "we need to talk." text

4. "my door is always open." "seriously?" "for you, yes."

5. “why do you seem upset?” “why the hell do you think...”  6. “when you realise what the problem is, then you can talk to me”   

7. “This is all new to me, I’m sorry” “me too, [name], don’t worry, we’re in this together”  8. "oh god, please don't tell me i fell asleep." 9. "forget what i said about you only picking this movie because of how hot the lead actor is- i get it now." 10. "you fell asleep about halfway through. it was kind of cute." 11. “darling?” “what? you don’t like it?”  12.  “let me walk you home. i’d feel better if i knew you got back safe.” 13.  “get up, you’re snoring and I can’t hear the movie”. “then turn it up...” “so you can yell at me for waking you up? no!” “you woke me up anyway!” 14.  “uh-uh, no more reading before bed, you keep waking me up with your dramatic gasps every time you turn the page” “well, i’m sorry that i engage and connect deeply with literature!”  15. “take an extra jacket, it’s cold out” “okay, mum”  16. “you’ve been talking about this crush for months now, when you are going to just go for it?” “i don’t think i can...” 17. pulling all nighters to talk to one another  18. when they both finally confess to one another, they laugh and realise all the different cues they’ve been oblivious to the entire time  19. “you really aren’t making this any easier.” “as if you are?” 

20. “you put this here on purpose!” “okay, for once, i wasn’t trying to put you in any danger.

21. “you look so cute” “i’m literally in my pyjamas but okay”  22. “we swear we saw you leave their place last night” “that must’ve been someone else”  23. gently pressing a kiss to their cheeks as they rest because you can't help it, they just look so peaceful 24. “that was supposed to be me and you out there” 25.  “did you just put my hoodie in the wash?!” “yeah..” “love, my phone was in there” 26. “come here, hold my hand” “you’re washing the dishes,” “..i can do both..”  27.  “don’t call me. don’t text me. don’t ask my friends about me. don’t even think about me.” 28. “you got hurt? why didn’t your teacher tell me?” 29.  “i’m not gonna lie and say everything is going to be okay, because it’s probably not, but what i do know is that we’re going to get through this together.” 30.  “come on, we can’t do this all day. 31.  “want a distraction?” 32. “You deserve to sit back and let someone care about you for once.” 33.  “i know we don’t know eachother well, but i can give you my number and you can talk to me whenever you need..” 34. “Just say it was an accident!” “You kissed me!” 35. painting the walls together. no talking. just kind of enjoying eachother’s company as they focus and music plays in the background. 36. “i sincerely apologize for everything that i’ve said in the last thirty seconds.”  37. “i wasn’t trying to be rude…thanks.” 38. one character covering the other with a blanket when they fall asleep watching a movie on the couch 39. making tea or coffee for their love interest before bed (and just the fact that they know exactly how they like their tea and coffee swooon) 40. “do you want to stay the night?” 41.  “Oh honey, you look exhausted come here…” 42. “i shouldn’t have said it…i know.” “then why did you?” 43. “you look like you’re going to fall asleep on your feet.” 44. “this is like the fifth time you’ve yawned in two minutes 45. Finding little toys and items they used to love when they were little and getting all emotional 46. “why do you treat me so different? i see how you are with your friends and it’s like an entirely different.” 47. “how do i look? do you think i overdressed for a [event]?” “no, you look perfect. 48. “did you get me flowers?” “it was for decoration” “..in my room?” 49. when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they’re passing by and it just send chills down their spine 50. “i invited them over” “shut up, you did not.” 51. “so…are you finally going on that date or….?” 52. “you were my best friend. now you’re just some distant old acquaintance passing by”  53. ' i told you not to break my heart, and that's exactly what you did.' 54. “i’ll still be here when you wake up, i promise.” 55.  “you drove all the way over here because i forgot my lunch?” “i wasn’t just gonna let you go all day without eating…” 56.  “you left without giving me my goodbye kiss, why do you think i’m mad?” 57. watching their camera roll get full of the other as they spend more and more time together 58. “i wasn’t sure how much longer i could have taken this…” 59. “i never thought i’d see you again…” 60. you still wear that little bracelet i made you?” “it’s like my good luck charm..”

#send requests in

[cuyochoochoo]

Worlds I have shifted too: short story times

1.Modern Family

So for background I’m the daughter of Gloria Pritchett of a past relationship so it was me, manny, and my twin brother and we moved in with Jay

SO NOW TO THE STORY: omg she’s such a good mother since I’m the only girl (she was literally praying for a girl) we do girl things and AHHHHHH idk how to describe it it🫢 IM HELLA SPOILED 😎

2.Station 19

3.Criminal Minds

4.S.W.A.T

All these three drs are in the same reality

I’m a firefighter, detective, military, apart of all of them this is super fun hanging out with them being out in the field it gives me life

They’re like family idk what else to say except that I love them

5.The 100

I’m the Ice Queen and girlfriend of Lexa

I love this DR this is the second time I shifted I remember looking into her eyes and her telling me I’m beautiful literally those big eyes and we…. Anyways

6.Pokemon

I go on adventures with Ash Ketchum since his mom and mine are friends

ong the Pokémon ARE ADORBS LIKE LITERALLY CUTIESSS

7.Disney Princesses

I’m the daughter of belle I think the story time is down there

8.Pirate

Im in a runaway pirate I joined a ship with a girl captain the girl captain is my girlfriend 😏 going ok quests sailing the seas treasure hunts nights with the crew

9.H20

I’m the twin sister of Bella we hangout with Cleo and the girls and just be mermaids living the dream 🤌

10.Gravity Falls

I’m a triplet with Mabel and Dipper omg now I would suggest people not to go here if you’re not ready to be fully awakened and have the time of your life’s not in a good way but legit it’s fun until well BILL

11.Undercover

I’m in a undercover military thing and with a friend group we get assigned cases im in a relationship with the leader

12.Young Justice

I’m a part of young justice they’re so damn attractive like what did they feed you?! 😏

13.Clarence

Im the sister of Clarence omg sumo and Clarence are super fun we go dumpster diving play in mud have water fights just be a kid 🤷‍♀️

14.My little pony

I’m a friends with the whole friend group well kind of had a fight with rarity over Apple dash since I kind of like her

15.Daughter of the sun and moon

The Daugther of Nyx and Celestia this is personal so I won’t write a story time

16.Avatar

Going on adventures with the gang toph,sokka,zuko,sang,katara I’m best friends with toph her humor is top tier

17.Shera (haven’t shifted here yet I forgot about it)

Apart of their friend group

19.Diary of the wimpy kid

Dating Rodrick and causing chaos plus being in the band we have concerts every night and we’re currently on tour 🫢

20.Arthur

Friend of Arthur don’t judge me but this is MY LIFE buster is hella funny tho I vomited many times because of the things he ate

21.Once upon a time (haven’t)

22.Wild Kratts (havent)

Sistser of Christ and Martin

Story times:

Shifting story times:

1: Roblox

Umm well idk why I shifted to here but anyways so ong the first time it was a waterpark yk the game and it was hella fun and on top like in the sky there was the users and I kept going on all the rides it was great 10000000/10

2: horror game

This wasn't my finest moments but I shifted to the horror game of Roblox and omg let's just say I'm scarred for life like I kept dying and respawning in this boat and there was the creepy thing like it was a girl with long dark hair I still remember her face jump scare -1/10

3: obby

Now this was fun but I kept raging like one I forgot to get the checkpoints so I had to restart to the start like I WAS SCREAMING and then I won and you know the prizes yeah I was there for a long time

it was super fun tho 9/10

Shifting story time:

So the first time I shifted to was when I shifted to Disney princesses there was the pink castle it was so beautiful the grass hills and then in the long distance there was the other kingdoms so l lived in the castle.

First I woke up in the bed it was hella nice like the details are amazing it was super fancy and all and then somebody opened my door I freaked the hell out but it was just my mom which is Belle in this

DR I don't have a dad I don't like the beast never have never will so it's just me and my mom so

anyways

I opened the window and there was the Disney princesses waving at me there was the animals

talking to me they said hello Princess **洪关米* （my

name) and I was screeching went downstairs the stairs are super long and then I kinda started a rebellion of who needs a man so everybody got divorced broken up etc let's just say me and my mom spent the day apologising to everyone

(Mind you in this DR l'm six)

Sincerely,

You’re best friend,

Cuyo 😏

#shifting community #shifting motivation #reality shifting #shifting script

[naiadnb]

i truly believe the trans community has got to start openly and loudly supporting detrans folks. i wanna share my story with y'all, and it is long and possibly triggering? and i say at least one nsfw thing. but i feel like a lot of trans people only ever see detrans stories weaponized against them, and therefore there's a good chunk of the trans community that has (understandably) a lot of vitriol towards detrans people. so since it's pride month, i wanted to talk a minute about being a nonbinary detrans person.

when i first started learning about trans and nonbinary identities, i knew pretty much immediately that i was nonbinary. i was in high school by the time i found out that you could be a different gender than the one on your birth certificate, and i was over the fucking moon. problem was, i was a homeschooled navy brat pastor's kid 3 for 1 combo and so my literal Only exposure to any world outside of patriarchal gender & sexuality norms was.... you guessed it! tumblr.

tumblr around 2013-2015 was a pretty weird and vitriolic place to be nonbinary. half the site claimed you were faking, the other half was trying to lure you in by spouting the weirdest genders on god's green earth. (i love y'all go wild with ur genders that's just not my brand of existence.) so like.... i picked a side? i decided when i was around 15 that being nonbinary was kinda cringe and from that point on i identified as a trans guy.

cue fighting with my parents for like 7 years about the whole existence of trans people, the idea that i was a trans people, this weird belief i had that i should have bodily autonomy, and this weird belief that they had that pretty much anything could be cured if you prayed hard enough (from anxiety to cancer to, surprise, transgenderism)

the only way i came out of that fight as myself was through transitioning. i very loudly expressed that i Would do what i wanted with my body, and they had no right to control me. when i started t shots, i was 19, and i loved it.

i was euphoric every time i got gendered correctly by a stranger, i celebrated the first time i shaved real beard hairs from my face, it was beautiful. genuinely. i was part of a community of other trans guys ("guys" here ranging from "100,000% binary ftm transsexual" to "transmasc nb who's just happy to be here") and we loved each other hard.

i think i started consciously having to push away real doubts about continuing to transition when i was pursuing top surgery. i really, truly, wasn't sure. but by that point, it felt almost expected of me from the one side, and absolutely forbidden on the other. and like, i don't know that i would have gone through with it if it was just our weird homoerotic groupthink, i was sick of my tits bc like. they're tits. they suck to live with regardless of how hot they are. i was sick and tired of choosing between binding (over ribs that had already been fractured at least once due to improper binding) or being misgendered. and i was exhausted of my parents telling me, at age 21, that i didn't have the right to do what i wanted with my body.

so i got top surgery. and, like, i was happy. but i think i knew i fucked up as soon as i woke up from the surgery. the surgeon didn't leave me with any areolas whatsoever, which i didn't think going in was even a possibility. and maybe this is trivial, but that sparked something in me that i was terrified to admit, and couldn't, until much later on: i felt dysphoria about not having my tits.

but like, i was committed to the bit, you know? i'd gotten used to being a guy, and it fit well enough, like a second-hand sweater. so i just kinda rode the wave as far as it would take me. i did my shots (with absolutely no regularity because through all 3 years i was on testosterone stabbing myself in the leg really never got less hard and scary) and if i was being real i would admit to myself that i was probably more transmasc than a trans *man*.

and then my brother died! of aforesaid cancer that my parents tried real hard to pray away. (to be clear, they also got him the best medical treatment they possibly could, they aren't full on religious nutjobs.) and, quite frankly, i hadn't realized before then how integral to my identity my brother was. (again, homeschooled military kid with exactly one similarly-aged person who was actually around for more than a couple years of my life.) it kinda broke the shell identity that i'd been hiding behind. i realized i had a responsibility to myself to be myself, and i just wasn't a fuckin trans guy.

so i stopped taking t, and i started opening myself up to dressing how i used to love dressing, before i got all truscummy. and i felt myself come back into my body a bit, for the first time in god only knows how long.

fast forward 3 (ish) long, godawful, miserable years of therapy and grief and more grief, and i'm a pretty well-adjusted nonbinary person. i have a wife and a 9-5 job and my creative drive has been returning in spades. but i'm still dysphoric about my tits. i miss them. i can't say whether i made a mistake in getting top surgery, because my mental health was so completely shot back then that it really might have saved my life in some way or other, but it feels like one now. they were pretty, and soft, and sensitive. i got my nipples pierced last year and literally could not feel it happening. i only have feeling in some parts of my chest. i look fine, and i've accepted that this is the body i chose to live in. but sometimes i wish i wasn't so afraid to talk about this feeling.

some of y'all talk a big game about supporting detrans folk, but i don't see it. in mainstream lgbtq+ culture, is it absolutely taboo to talk about detransitioning, and y'all know it is. and there is literally no one else speaking up for us. a lot of detrans people become anti-trans specifically due to the reception their detransition was given by the community. it is so transparently hostile towards us because we got it wrong. and if people can make mistakes, that might mean (*gasp*) you might make a mistake?? and then it's a Real risk and not a fake one that conservatives made up to scare the parents of trans kids. and we just can't have that.

shouldn't we be telling kids that in your life, you're going to do things you risk regretting, and it's okay, because everyone has regrets? it's not some trans-specific thing. i regret my college boyfriend and not taking better care of my first car. i also regret having top surgery. it's not a dirty word—i'm just some guy, and everyone fucks up, sometimes in life-ruining ways. mine wasn't life-ruining, just kinda hard to process. but man, it sure woulda been easier if literally the only welcoming community for detrans people wasn't coincidentally Extremely anti-trans 🙃

and like........ i'm also.... Still Trans? i detransitioned to the gender i was before i identified as ftm: nonbinary. i stopped my medical transition, i reverted back to they/them pronouns. i detransitioned, but the idea that only cis people detransition is overwhelmingly binarist if you think about it for more than 2 seconds. (idk if that's a word but i'm making it one. you literally know what i mean). i can participate in trans dialogue, but there are areas of my history that i just have to avoid because i'll start getting dirty looks.

so yeah. all that to say. please start including us. loudly. please make a safe space for people who made mistakes, because the only one that exists right now is built to radicalize us against the people for whom those choices weren't mistakes.

#hello to my one mutual i lowkey vague in this post i love u dearly #u def know who u are lmaooo #anyway. yeah idk this was LONG y'all don't gotta read this shit