#the styles family writing

[thestylesfamilysblog]

What Do You Say?

Elodie Styles x Teddy Evans

Summary: Elle’s been waiting too long for this conversation, only now she can’t wait any longer

Warnings: none!

A/N: okay I’ve been so excited to write this and have been loving their story together! A big thank you to Barbie who has not only become a best friend and my source of laughter and smiles, but she is also the one that lets me be creative and interact with her blogs, especially getting to write a little blurb with Bear, thank you B❤️

Elodie had never been more sure about anything in her life, even when she bought her first home all on her own she knew there was no one she wanted to share it with more than Teddy, oh and of course little Lulu, who could forget about the special rescue pup. Suitcases were by the door ready to head to Los Angeles for the Grammys but that wasn’t even on her mind at this point, the table was set and dinner was placed neatly on the tablecloth. Lulu even had on her best bandana, this would be a big deal for not only Elle but her and Teddy’s relationship.

“Did you break something of mine again?”

Came his voice as he stepped through the hallway, a teasing tone to it, many a times had Elle made his favourite meal because she had accidentally misplaced something of his or the one time she broke one of his favourite mugs, that day she’d never felt worse, going as far as to remake it just for him.

“Ha ha very funny, no I just wanted to make dinner..”

“My favourite and Lu’s got on her special bandana….thats a little suspicious babe”

Elodie couldn’t help the blush that arose to her cheeks as Teddy walked closer, picking up the little puppy and standing just a bit closer. Elle’s heart was racing, palms getting a bit clammy as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a keychain, on it was a key to the apartment, a mail key and a little crochet bear and bee attached to it, something she’d been working on while he was at his parents or in class.

“Hey there are my keys thanks Ellie!” He said taking them, not giving a second glance to the rest of the keychain, that was something she loved about Teddy was sometimes it took him just a second longer to realize he missed something.

“Look at the rest of it…”

She watched as he pulled them back out of his pocket, only then did he notice the extra key and little crocheted animals Elodie had placed on the keyring.

“Aw these are cute! Is this just an extra key in case I lose it?”

“It’s a mail key..”

“For what?”

Elodie laughed as she shrugged

“So when you get mail delivered here…you can open it…”

She waited a few seconds longer to see if he’d figure it out before smiling softly

“I’m asking if you want I move in with me Teddy…”

Teddy was silent for a few moments almost as if he was thinking before he looked back up at her

“Really?”

Elodie nodded, biting the inside of her cheek as she waited with bated breath, she’d never been more anxious or nervous in her life, her heart racing even more when Teddy sent her a teasing smile

“I don’t know…you sure you know what you’re signing up for….”

“Bear” she begged not being able to take the anticipation anymore, Teddy only smiling wider before bringing her into his chest and leaning down to kiss her softly, Lulu joining in by licking the side of your face excitedly

“I’d love too”

“You would!?”

He nodded keeping his hold on her

“I couldn’t imagine anything better.”

Elodie was on cloud nine, excitement and utter joy flowing through her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, earning a laugh from the young Evans boy. From growing up the best of friends, nothing being able to separate them, to experiencing life together and now living with one another, there was nothing else in the world Elle wanted more than for this moment to be framed right now.

“I hope you know though…this means you’ll never escape my jokes, you realize that right Bee?”

Elodie just shook her head, the same smile still plastered on her face

“No matter how bad they are, I’d never be able to get enough of them”

Elodie had all she needed, a new house, a perfect little angel of a puppy and the man who made her happiest of all, this was only the beginning for the both of them, and she couldn’t be more excited about the future.

Thank you B for letting me write this, I hope I did alright and wrote Teddy the way he deserves just like you portray him🥹 this was very cute and I enjoyed every second of writing it🩷😭 @mcrb2dt-evans

#thestylesfamily #elodiestyles #teddyevans #bostonbabies #the styles family writing

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Choi Han sees a weird stick in Cale’s hair.

“Oh, wait Cale-nim, let me…” With the slight height advantage, Cale doesn’t actually have a choice but to let the swordmaster do as he wishes.

For moment he fiddles around, trying to grab the elusive, tangled object, when he suddenly feels Cale lean into his hand. He watches with bated breath as Cale closes his eyes.

(‘Ah, I’m so tired that I’m leaning on Choi Han. Aigoo, he must think I’m pathetic.)

Choi Han spends another minute to get the stick out, claiming that it was particularly stuck in his long hair. He burns this memory into his mind while also promising to never tell another soul.

Eruhaben is next. He notices the red head’s soft locks, freshly washed and neatly air-dried with magic. As a dragon, he doesn’t think twice about the temptation, standing from his spot on the couch to test if Cale’s hair is even half as soft as it appears to be.

It is, he learns.

(Cale shivers. Is Eruhaben threatening him? Just in case, Cale bows his head to hide his fearful expression.)

The dragon watches with amusement, thinking that it’s only natural to offer one’s head to a dragon as powerful as him. Until he feels Cale almost… press into his palm absentmindedly. Eruhaben vividly feels the exact moment that his heart melts into a puddle of affection.

He definitely will use this against the bastard next time he has the opportunity.

Oddly, On and Hong figure it out next. Cale is sitting in his usual chair, reading a book with his hair falling into his face picturesquely. On recalls when Rosalyn did her hair up with a pretty pin, making it easy to move around without getting in her face.

On considers if Cale would mind On experimenting a little, immediately coming to the conclusion that he wouldn’t give two shits.

She transforms into her human form and moves behind the chair. Of course, Cale doesn’t bat an eye at her unusual movements. When she gathers his hair up in her hands, he doesn’t miss a beat, leaning back to give her better access. He only changes the angle of his book so he can still read. Hong observes his sister from Cale’s lap with curiosity.

Her upbeat attitude is ruined quickly because she doesn’t know how to braid nor tie up hair, and is missing the necessary bows and pins to do it in the first place. She runs her fingers through his vibrant red hair as she tries to remember what Rosalyn did.

Hong’s eyes go wide. Cale had stopped reading as his sister continued her ministrations, closing his eyes and leaning back, relaxing into his seat. Hong urgently signals for his sister to witness this.

Her eyes narrow in on the sight with a calculating gaze. She changes the way her hands run through his hair, simply running her fingers through and carefully untangling it instead. Cale’s face gradually loses its constant pinch.

(‘Yes, the children should do whatever they want, even play with my hair.’ Cale internally nods to himself.)

On, unlike Choi Han or Eruhaben, tests her limits. She continues her gentle pattern without pausing. After a few minutes, both of the cats hear Cale’s breathing taper away into a relaxed rhythm. On silently makes eye contact with her brother, and they make a secret promise to not make a big deal about this, lest this trick never work again.

They hear Ron before he enters the room and On casually returns to her car form, stealthily and softly landing on Cale’s lap. Ron enters, pausing at the sight of his puppy young master.

Smiling benignly, he darkly assumes that Cale had been so exhausted that he managed to fall asleep in the middle of reading.

On and Hong don’t correct him.

If Cale has an especially bitter lemon tea that night, he doesn’t make a big deal about it. Not when the crown prince calls him soon after it arrives.

He arrives at the palace where the Crown Prince learns of this spreading secret. Cale uses his superior glib tongue to force a frown on Alberu’s exhausted expression, and the exasperated hyung sighs, walking around to the couch where his dongaeng is sprawled. He places a hand on his shoulder, threatening Cale with a high political position if he doesn’t stop doing dangerous things and causing trouble.

Cale shudders and agrees. Alberu smiles at this, his hand moving to ruffle his adorable dongsaeng’s hair.

(Cale sighs, closing his eyes and humoring his affectionate hyung. He leans back, questioning why everyone has been so touchy lately.)

Alberu feels his heart stop and stutter at the fragile sight. Cale looks completely at ease, slumped in the couch cushions and pressing his head into Alberu’s palm like a cat. His lip is quirked up slightly, but Alberu would bet a golden plaque that Cale hasn’t a single idea on what he looks like right now, otherwise he wouldn’t be even half as relaxed as he is right now.

He resembles a lazy cat. He’s being pet whilst lounging, with a content and pleased expression edging on his face. If this goes on long enough, Cale might even fall asleep.

Alberu continues talking without letting his smile leak through into his words, stroking the top of Cale’s head in an absent minded motion.

(Cale ignores the sneaking chill on the back of his neck, too focused on Alberu’s words about the kingdom. The petting is a bit strange, but Alberu is the crown prince, so he’ll allow it.)

As predicted, Cale doesn’t mention it.

After a minute though, Cale starts to frown, beginning to acknowledge the feeling that he’s being scammed somehow.

“Hyung, do you have a headache?”

Alberu acts like a polite and caring hyung, starting to massage Cale’s head.

(Cale frowns more. Something is definitely going on.)

Cale opens his eyes, protesting. “Your highness, my health is perfect at the moment. You, our shining sun, couldn’t possibly-“ Alberu changes from massaging to running his fingers through Cale’s hair.

(Cale sighs, cutting off. It was just a ploy to play with Cale’s hair. He should’ve expected his highness to scam him in this way too.)

Alberu grins when Cale stops talking, looking resigned to his fate. He goes completely limp, and Alberu’s blunt fingernails scratch against Cale’s scalp gently. Cale visibly shudders at the feeling.

(‘Too scary, what if he scratches and draws blood? If Raon finds out, he’s going to feed me soggy apple pie…’)

Alberu preens at finding Cale’s weakness.

On slyly asks Rosalyn to do up Cale’s hair one day- as an experiment- and is extremely pleased when Cale not only agrees, but he closes his eyes and falls asleep soon after the Mage is done gently tugging his hair into place and adorning it with intricate pins and accessories. Choi Han walks in on this scene and threatens Rosalyn to keep it a secret (after melting a bit on the inside). She agrees with a sly smile.

If only Cale knew how everyone was going to use this to scam him in the future…

Eventually the misconception that Cale likes to have his hair played with goes around the entire group. Cale- of course- is completely clueless. He just thinks that everyone suddenly became obsessed with his hair.

Ron is the only one who can’t get Cale to relax. Even Bud somewhat managed it, but Cale stays vigilant no matter what his old butler does. Ron finds his puppy young master to be amusing.

Cale really doesn’t understand what they want with his hair. Do they want his hair?

(He asks Ron for a trim a few days later. Ron only cuts off the dead ends and leaves it neat but long, much to the young masters displeasure.)

#for the record cale is definitely somewhat enjoying it. he’s just oblivious to his own emotions #and ​rejects all ideas of enjoying physical affection. bc all he needs is his slacker life and nothing else #so if he gets used to the petting and feels more relaxed afterwards… it’s purely coincidental #tcf #I’ve been mimicking the writing style of tcf recently and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing yet #… I should write smth and ask my sibling to peer review it and tell me if it’s better or worse than my style before #trash of the count’s family #lcf #lout of the counts family #cale henituse #choi han #eruhaben #on and hong #alberu crossman #rosalyn tcf #ron molan #not a reblog

[otaku553]

Something funny for your spy x family ASL au

Luffy took ONE look at loid and internally went 'oh sweet. He's a spy like sabo' and never brings it up while anya just stares at him horrified and like with ace and sabo, he just never brings it up.

This also happens with yor and anya makes a funny noise

(As i am typing this my dog has the zoomies and is running around like a maniac)

HAHA YEAH THIS WOULD DEFINITELY HAPPEN

I think loid’s a good enough actor that luffy wouldn’t figure it out immeditely from like just a few seconds of meeting him but give him a minute or a few and he’ll figure it out on vibes alone

#one piece #spy x family crossover #monkey d luffy #anya forger #the problem with writing luffy is I am very bad at writing him #I’m much much better at general like…… reasoning and rationale and so my writing style just does not mesh well with luffy #I don’t like that luffy seems so often to act as just a judge of character or human goodness litmus test #because while his judgement on who is good has been mostly correct up to this point it has also mostly been arbitrary #I think my excuse for luffy being able to tell so quickly in sxf crossover what secret identities people are hiding #mostly comes down to being more perceptive than people give him credit for and having ridiculous intuition #I don’t think he consciously registers clues or anything but I do think his brain catalogues a lot of details that come together eventually #so-called ‘vibes’ I guess #but yeah Anya has absolutely no clue how he’s doing it because he also has no clue how he’s doing it

[buqbite]

I like to imagine that her gentleness is genuine

#Havent used this brush in forever #it's usually too soft for my generally very... jagged art #ill write down some thoughts later lemme write the fandom tags first lol #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr robin #hsr spoilers #implied... its hella subtle tho #my art #(pulls out the plastic chair) ok listen up. #first of all i leaned a bit into the old timey tv style bc i felt like itd fit her vibe ykno #second of all the little pinkish thing behind her is meant to resemble a) a blood splatter and b) xipes fucked up halo #penacony is so fucked up and twisted and all while robin has been genuinely kind so far #Like even firefly was kind of weird and suspicious but she appears so earnest #and Im really curious how the story is gonna go for her. Im expecting her to still be alive in some way #Esp so we can find out why she left penacony #and her connection to the family #my hope is for her to be out of place in the place that should perfectly fit her vibe #alternatively itd be rlly funny if she was like. evil. not evil evil but more like Hey Remember How The Harmony Is A Hivemind

[uncanny-tranny]

I know this is a very unoriginal observation (much like any other), but I'm finally reading The Great Gatsby, and even I wouldn't describe men the way Nick does.

#queer #lgbt #lgbtq #i did watch the 2013 film for my ap english class though (i think they didn't have enough time left for us to actually read it) #like the way he described tom was very. superfluous in my opinion. something you want to tell the class NICK (joking) #i find myself really partial to the general writing styles of that time though #i haven't even gotten that far in the book either i'm just barely past the part where daisy is introduced #so nick is just waffling about his family history and how he rents for $80/month #which is relatable when you consider inflation. nick i hope you eat you landlord #i can see why people don't like this writing but i am endlessly fascinated by the prose #maybe i should just free myself from the impulse to hide behind layers of self-censorship and live like nick does #tbh tho i still prefer non-fiction and textbooks BUT fiction is valuable and is useful #fiction is like play - it lets you explore different possibilities and thought in a safe environment

[trailerparkdad]

welcome to the life of a quiet lab technician

#i started a not so berry save <3 #this is my 10th nsb save i need serious help #im having so much fun she hates ppl and has no friends and stays inside all day ordering takeout and watching tv like i get her #she's mean but will soften eventually #wanted to pursue criminology but her passion for the extraterrestrial was stronger #degree in computer science so she can write a mean code!!!! #always been morbid and just overall weird (in the nicest way possible) #def the b*tch of the workplace 😭 #its summer rn so maybe she’ll make some friends by the fall time <3 #its hard to see her having friends bc of how jealous and mean she is but it wouldnt be realistic gameplay without- #-your sims having character development so im excited to see her change for the better when she decides to start a family for example #not exactly following nsb by the book but rather making it my own style/story and having fun with it 😊 #nsbsave #nsbgen1 #ts4 #sims 4 gameplay

[justgleekout]

I’ve been watching “Wednesday” and I was reminded of my love for Gomez and Morticia’s romance. Their love is so passionate and Gomez’ devotion to Morticia reminded me of someone. So here it is, the au you’ve all been waiting for: Morticia!Kurt and Gomez!Blaine :) 

#glee #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #glee fanart #klaine fanart #the addams family #addams family!klaine #wednesday #Gomez!Blaine #Morticia!Kurt #I think at some point I might do some more about this image in a slightly different style #but for now I really like this one #I’m literally obsessed with morticia and gomez’ dynamic #can someone please write the fic #i need it #I am also just so very right about this au #its perfection #you’re all welcome #my art #fanart

[blessedchaosgod]

I need to dissect some songs like a poem and hold the singer by their collars like "What did you mean?? What did you exactly mean by this by this line?? Who hurt you????"

#family line #conan gray #taylor swift #olivia rodrigo #one diresction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #he can WRITE #GOD #sammy rae and the friends #lana del rey #finneas #billie eilish #osho jain

[daboyau]

I was watching lilo and stitch and that “you can never belong” scene came on and I got this idea in my head for that, but with ROTTMNT. So since I don’t do edits or draw, I wrote it out instead. Don’t think too hard about the logistics. :)

It is cold, when Leo slips out of the lair. He can feel Mikey’s gaze on him as he leaves, raising goosebumps over his flesh. He can’t bear to turn back, knowing that his resolve would crumble immediately if he did. His footsteps are too loud in the loneliness of the sewers. His heartbeat pounds in his head. He keeps expecting to hear a voice calling out for him, or the soft sound of footsteps following him. 

But of course it never comes. Mikey had been so hurt. So sad. Of course he wouldn’t follow him. 

When Leo finds a portal into the Hidden City, he doesn’t hesitate to throw himself through it despite the danger it puts him in to be there. The sounds and the sights are familiar to him, yet nowhere calls to him as loudly as the lair had. It’s only been two weeks since he was first brought into their home. They hadn’t even wanted him there, and yet the urge to go crawling back is so strong. He had messed everything up from the moment he’d manipulated his way into their lives. Of course they wouldn’t want him. 

(Why don’t they want him?)

Leo wanders the back alleys and the side streets, letting his feet guide him to nowhere in particular. The picture he had swiped on his way out of the lair is stored safely in the pouch tied around his waist, and between steps he’ll reach in to slide his fingertips over the stiff paper. Just to make sure it’s still there. It soothes him.

He doesn’t stop walking until he’s far outside the city, tucked away in the scraggly rock forests that surround the Hidden City. The aching in his chest has turned into more of a twisting knife, the small knot of sadness becoming more like a gaping chasm. An open wound. A bottomless pit of longing and loneliness that he had never felt before he forced his way into the lives of the Hamatos. 

He hadn’t had anything to lose, before. He hadn’t known the kind of pain that loving something would bring. He wishes he could go back to not knowing. He wishes he could return to a life of never having to make the choice to walk away, to spare them all the pain his existence brings them. 

Leo settles on the ground, curling into himself, shoulders trembling under the weight of everything. When he closes his eyes, the image of Mikey’s face as Leo made his choice haunts him. Donnie’s quiet voice rings in his ears in the silence of the forest, you ruined everything, again and again. Raph’s soft squeeze on his shoulder lingers like a phantom. Leo trembles, tucking his knees to his chest. Then, he pulls the photo out. 

Raph, Donnie, and Mikey grin up at him. It’s almost mocking, how happy they look here. A reminder that they are better without him around. He hadn’t seen them smile like that since the first five minutes they’d found him, back before they learned the truth of how much of their lives he can ruin. 

He runs a careful finger over those smiles, then he squeezes his eyes shut and holds the photo against his chest. His throat burns, and the ache in his chest feels like a black hole that will swallow his body whole. He does his best to breathe through the pain and when he opens his eyes again, the light speckled ceiling overhead is blurry and indistinct. It reminds him of the stars they had taken him to see, wind tickling his skin as they sat on the rooftop of the tallest building of their strange human city and stared upwards at something beautiful.

“Lost,” he whispers to the open air, and he can almost imagine that single word floating upwards, towards the city and the sewers. Finding its way into the only place he’s ever found that might have one day held happiness. But only for him. Not for them. There was only danger if he stayed.

“I’m lost,” he repeats, words like some trouble confession, and hot tears roll down his cheeks.

Some small, selfish part of him hopes they’ll hear. He wants them to come for him, and to bring him back home. It is a stupid, foolish wish. It’s better for everyone that he stays gone. He can’t hurt them this way. 

He falls asleep with tears drying on his cheeks, and body curled tight around the only evidence he holds of a dream he knows can never be. 

When he wakes hours later, it’s to the sound of heavy footsteps over gravel. He jolts upright, heart pounding, eyes wide, and for one foolish, terrible moment he really believes that his family has come for him. 

But no. Of course not. When Draxum emerges with a weapon pointed at his head, Leo can’t find it within himself to feel surprised. He stares back blankly, shifting slowly to stand, halfway wishing that Draxum would just take the shot and get it over with. He doesn’t think he has the energy to raise a hand to defend himself. 

The gravel has left his legs peppered with indents and marks from where they’d pressed into his flesh as he slept. They sound like something breaking as they shift and crunch beneath his feet. Draxum’s eyes dart between those markings and Leo’s tear streaked face, before his expression twists into something complicated. Almost pitying. 

“Don’t run,” he says, voice low. If Leo hadn’t heard what true kindness sounds like these last couple weeks, he would have said that’s what he hears in Draxum’s tone. “Don’t make me hurt you. You were difficult to make. No need to ruin a perfectly acceptable specimen.”

Leo shuffles, eyes darting between Draxum and the stacked stones surrounding them. He makes a sound low in his throat, hurt and uncertain, but he does not bolt. Draxum smiles, already assured of his victory, and steps closer. Leo watches with wide eyes. 

“Yes. Yes, that’s it,” Draxum murmurs, careful and soft, like he’s trying to soothe a scared animal. “Come quietly.”

“I…I’m waiting,” Leo admits, and he watches Draxum’s brow crease. His head tips, curious. He’s not used to this side of his creation — quiet, yet resisting his orders. Leo shuffles a half step back, heart pounding so hard in his chest that he feels a little dizzy. 

“For what?”

“For…for my family.”

“Aahhh. There is no use in doing so. You don’t have one. I made you.” 

Leo shakes his head, hands trembling, photo creased from how tightly he is clutching it in his fist. The thought of ruining the only evidence he has hurts, but the fear of Draxum getting his hands on it, of him finding out about the others, it terrifies him in a way he’s never felt before. He can’t let Draxum know about them. 

“Maybe…maybe I could—“

“I don’t know what yokai fool you found, or what nonsense they’ve been filling your mind with, but banish the thought of family from your mind.” His voice has lost that careful, gentle farce. It is harsh and cutting now. A familiar sound that Leo had hoped he’d left behind forever when he ran away. “You are built to destroy. You can never belong. Now, come quietly and we can begin your reeducation once—no! No no, don’t run, don’t—!”

His voice fades as Leo darts through the towering stones, vines curling at his heels and snapping at his shell as Draxum tries to recapture him. The picture flutters from his fingertips as he trips, lost amongst the shadows of the stone forest. Leo sobs, but he does not turn back for it. It is better if it is lost; at least then, he may be able to move on. 

#Rottmnt #my writing #sort of a separated au? #There’s no real bigger story here #But basically the thought as I was writing it was #Draxum has leo and believes the other 3 experiments died in the fire #After 14 years leo decides to run away #He’s destructive and aggressive and also desperately lonely #Stitch style #And when his brothers find their presumed dead sibling mikey welcomes him with open arms #Raph is hesitant but affectionate and open to bonding #Donnie wants nothing to do with him but might possibly warm up to him over time #Of course any bonding he might do with his brothers is all ruined bc leo keeps messing things up #Hurting people #Ruining belongings #Etc etc etc #but he is beginning to love his family so so much despite how he can’t stop himself from hurting them #And when he hears that draxum is looking for him he makes the decision to leave #Mikey lets him go thinking that leo is making the decision on his own #Not realizing he doesn’t want to go #Anyways yeah #this idea put me in a chokehold and i wrote it in like 30 minutes at 1am #So i’m not thinking too hard about the logistics #rise of tmnt #rottmnt leo

[thestylesfamilysblog]

Unexpected Visitor

Ro Styles x Harry Styles x Grayson Hart

Summary: the one visitor Ro wasn’t expecting at her door this afternoon was someone she hadn’t heard from in years…

Warnings: mentions of abusive parents, drug addiction etc

A/N: welcome a new guest to the blog…and some backstory on Ro…which is personal to me, enjoy ❤️‍🩹

Anytime she thought back to that farmhouse there were moments where she remembered the sun, and others where she remembered the broken glass, the screaming, shouting and endless torment from the two people who were supposed to raise her. When she made it out her heart broke for Grayson, or Gray as she called him, her brother who was almost twenty years younger than her, adopted into the family by her parents which looking back on it was the worst idea they could have made. Not because she didn’t love Gray but because he was still stuck at home without her to protect him. Grayson would be about 19 by now, and she hadn’t heard from him since she left that board and batten farmhouse.

“Harry will you check the dryer love, I think it’s done now!” She called out to her husband who was in the kitchen

“Yeah, one sec!” He responded and walked out of the room just as there was a knock at the door

Ro wasn’t sure who it could be, her mind too filled with the loss of Violet and the thoughts that plagued her mind about her brother and the house she fought her life to get away from. She still had the scars to prove many battles and the wounds that tainted her heart at the abuse she’d suffered throughout the years. When the drugs and alcohol came into play, everything only got worse.

She made her way over to the front door and opened it, her eyes widening as she stared at Grayson, he looked older, more mature but still the same sweet eyes he’d always had

“Grayson!?”

The teenager smiled nervously

“Hi Rue….”

Rue her real name, not the nickname many had given her over the years, and man did it feel good to hear him say it

“Oh my god!” She exclaimed pulling him into her as they held onto each other tightly, two missing souls having by some miracle came back to one another

“I-I thought I’d never see you a-again!!!”

When they pulled away Grayson nodded

“I’ve been looking for you for so long, I got out of the house last year when I turned 18…and I haven’t stopped looking”

Pulling the boy inside Rue closed the door, before Harry appeared at the bottom of the stairs

“Grayson?”

“Hey Har”

Harry was the next to bring him in for a hug, the two of them had always gotten along before he’d helped you escape your families hold on you, it was almost like a huge reunion between the three of you.

“I’m so glad you’re okay….where have you been?”

The three of them moved to the living room and sat down, Grayson sitting right next to Rue as she wiped her eyes

“I’ve been sleeping in my car…I took a bit of money from dad and just ran..”

Harry and Rue looked between each other as he continued to keep telling the story of how he left the farm in Canada behind and drove to Boston, having kept up with the blog it felt like he’d been apart of the family this whole time.

“I guess then what I’m asking is…can I stay with you…please until I um figure out what to do….just I can’t go without you anymore Rue”

Harry nodded as Rue smiled

“Of course, absolutely you stay with us as long as you need….we’re moving back to London in a few weeks but come with us…I don’t want you out of my sight again either…”

In that moment the brother and sister held each other tightly as Grayson finally let himself relax, he didn’t need to run anymore, he was home and he was safe.

Rue never let anything happen to Gray then, and she wouldn’t now. He was home.

#thestylesfamily #rostyles #ruestyles #graysonhart #rue hart #rues writes #the styles family masterlist #the styles family writing

[msfcatlover]

Having feelings about how in the Reverse!Robins AU, Jason & Steph were both Damian’s personal apprentices who he lavished attention on & adored, and they both ended up with variants of his fighting style. Damian dual-wields weighted daggers, often using the flat of the blade as a blunt weapon while keeping the edge as a threat; I gave Jason escrima sticks, while Steph dual-wields sickle-swords with the sharp edge on the inner curve and the back of the blade reinforced. (They also both use knuckledusters & are not above throwing a sucker-punch in there to catch someone off-guard, but that is Jason directly trying to emulate his hero: taking up knuckledusters because that's what Steph's Shadow always used.) (Yeah, that's right, Steph didn't start primarily dual-wielding until after she started training with the LoA. Guns are good, very satisfying kick to them, and she recognizes their practicality. If someone gets within arm's reach, though, or if she's "playing fair" for some reason, she goes for her swords.)

But Tim. Tim still used his bo staff. Because he was never meant to be Shadow he was Cass’s apprentice first & foremost, and her range of skills allowed them to find the weapon best suited to his nature (also, the reach on the staff gives Tim a split-second more reaction time than the closer-ranged members of the family, something he would definitely need stepping into Duke & Cass’s shoes.) But after Steph’s death, Cass refused to keep putting Tim’s life at risk; when Damian heard Tim had stolen Steph’s mantle and demanded to personally train Tim, Damian’s actual goal was to drive Tim out before he got himself killed. And when Damian realized how cruel he’d been, he could barely look Tim in the eye, let alone spar with Tim. (Damian never taught Tim a fucking thing outside of raising his pain tolerance. It was honestly, genuinely abusive and Damian will spend the rest of his life trying to make up for what he did to Tim as well as what Damian failed to do for Steph.)

Jason was always Steph’s true successor. Tim just kept the mantle warm for him.

#Typing that last sentence made me feel mildly ill tbh #Once again something I didn't realize until I stepped back;was trying to write the Tower fight the other day so fight styles are on my mind #// #reverse!robins #Reverse robins #reverse Robins au #reverse order robins #Reverse order batkids #reverse batkids #reverse batfam #batfam #batfamily #bat fam #bat family #batkids #bat kids #batsiblings #bat siblings #jason todd #damian wayne #stephanie brown #tim drake #red hood #robin #robins #RH!Steph #Red hood steph #Red hood Stephane brown #Red hood!steph #Red hood!stephanie brown

[theshalesky]

I'm the one next to the shy girl. You know the story - Tale as old as time: "I don't want friends." "I don't need friends." You can't escape fate, darling, This story is about you. She sits there, brooding, In the middle of the frame. Alone, but her world doesn't feel the lack Like mine does. I'm sorry, i'm not supposed to talk about myself. No vast empty space Like a pit in your stomach Or if it's there, it will soon Be filled. In this story, every Jack has a Jill. They come up to her laughing, talking, smiling. "You're new, right?" "Wanna come sit with us during lunch?" Or maybe "We're in this group project together, right?" They're interested In her. She's interesting. What has she done to be interesting? She is just sitting there!! And yet "We live in the same street, right?" "Did you do that math homework?" "Are you coming on the field trip?" So many questions! They're asking Questions. They want to get to know her although SHE IS JUST SITTING THERE. I'm sitting there too. Right next to her, actually. But no one notices because The camera will never focus on me. This girl found her family and will be happy - Oh, it's so nice that the shy girl found friends. Everyone nods: That's how the world works. And i wonder: Are you all living in stories? Because there's one thing i can say for sure. I am not in a story. I'm the one watching it. And although i'm close So close to the shy girl that you might think i'm like her I will never Be seen by any camera. I have to claw my way to a place half as comfortable as hers. Because the fate in my world Doesn't hand out friends Like an author does.

#oops another personal poem thingy #needed to vent #the webtoon “school bus graveyard” made me write this #it's good but it made me so angry because - #is this how the world works for all of you?? #is it my fault? #is there something wrong with me? #writers and poets #vent #personal #vent poetry #poetry #writeblr #vent poem #original poem #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled words #modern poetry #or whatever you call this messy spilling-your-guts style #possibly autistic #social anxiety #making friends is hard #found family #...is such a cool trope but also makes me sad because why is everyone finding their families except me huh? #(that's what the “found her family” thing is referring too - it sounds weird if you don't get that i think)

[yuelaos-codex]

me writing different endings for tav x ascendant!astarion (no breakup), tav x ascendant!astarion (with breakup), tav x spawn!astarion, durge!tav x spawn!astarion:

#they be rotating in my head like a lazy susan in a family-style chinese restaurant #by writing i mean only outlining what's gonna happen with little snippets here and there. skill issue :( #look it’s not my fault he’s one of the most if not the most compelling character ive seen in my life ok #astarion #bg3 #appendix entry: astarion #yue’s codex entry: selene #x: wherever you stray i follow #x: the road to hell is paved with good intentions

[preppyandpreppy]

#prep #preppy #kennedy #kennedy family #jackie kennedy #jackie onassis #jackie #classic style #stylish #fashion #writing #stylish writing #editor #editing #writing letters #elegance #elegant #kennedy dynasty

[raininyourblackeyes]

My cousin, a published writer, a well-known poet in my country and a literature professor, for whom I've always been no.1 support ever since her first attempts at writing in high school, told me that I must stop writing as a hobby because that's her thing and since I'm writing fantasy mostly my writing could never have any important artistic value anyways.

#what happened was that i was feeling really down these past few days #like mental health dead in mariana trench #and i went to visit her because she lives like 10 minutes away and has a cat i can play with #but yesterday morning a friend of mine made a fanart (i guess i can call it that) of a fanfic i am writing for the five of them #she sent it to me and said she's also working on an actual painting on a camvas of her fave scene from my original story #and i was so surprised and exicted #that's actually a too mild description #and when i was visitting my cousin i showed her the pic of the drawing on my phone and explained it to her and she just said ....ehh.. #and started texting someone #i was sitting there feeling stupid and thinking wow you could have at least praised my friend's art sytle or something #and when i was getting ready to leave she asked me if i was aware my writing has no artistic merit and fantasy is trivial literature #so i should just stop wasting time on that and focus on developing my art style more for her future poetry collections #i do the art for her book covers #and added how we already have an established writer in the family so i should focus on my role - becoming a good pharmacist #and she knows how much i hate that i'm studying pharmacy like it's the no.1 cause of me hating the direction in which my life is going #finished it off by saying she feels like what she's doing in going to be really great and important on a large scale one day #and how she wants me to continue being her shadow that follows and supports her #i left went home and started at a wall for hours #i just feel so dumb for getting excited over a silly drawing of something not more than 5 people will ever read #i genuinely hate the idea of people reading anything i write so most likely writing will just remain a hobby for me #and now i feel like the most stupid person on earth and am this close to deleting all my word documents from both my laptops

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

A Botanical Daughter

historical fantasy

a taxidermist and botanist who live in a greenhouse in a botanical garden, far away from the disapproval of Victorian London

when they receive a shipment of a strange sentient fungi, they cultivate it inside a corpse of a recently murdered girl - who was the best friend/lover of their new housekeeper

as she grows and expands her desires they have to deal with their feelings about the potential monster they’ve created

#A Botanical Daughter #aroaessidhe 2024 reads #man I really wanted to like this but I kinda had to force myself to finish it. #really not a fan of the writing style which is very emotionally distant and full of a lot of telling not showing #it could have gotten weird and atmospheric with the writing style! we could have gotten sentient fungi POV! but no. #The characters were flat. the conceptually weird/creepy/horror aspects were executed in the most boring way #the relationship between the men is something we’re told exists but…. I don’t feel it. I don’t like them as characters. #They’re not even interesting enough to hate - or like it could have gone in the direction of embracing the unhinged murder couple vibes #they flip flop between angry arguments and making up and I’m like what is the point of that?? Honestly I didn’t feel any emotional connecti #it kinda feels like it doesn’t know whether it’s whimsical quirky-cozy vibes or like properly gothic horror #it’s somewhere in between & fails at both. it maybe suffers from trying to play into the popularity of coziness #the closest to weird we get is plant lesbian sex scene but also I laughed out loud when I read the line ‘hungry for her loam’ #like…..these men essentially create this person then cut her off from the world and her biological desires; control her autonomy/ability #to speak and the conclusion is <3 what a weird little family <3 and not she should #escape and kill them and/or make them grapple with the fact they are at fault for this potential ecological disaster let loose on the world #there’s also weird colonialist lines scattered throughout that don’t feel super interrogated…