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Another little part (unedited fyi). Thank you to anyone who's sent me love! I appreciate it so much <3.

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“You’re doing that presentation.” Is the first thing that came out of Lucas’ mouth when Riley stepped into the back of his truck. Lucas was the usual parent that picked them up after school and although Riley was mad at him she was still comforted by the sight of Lucas. A grounding familiarity. 

“She called you?” The girl sputtered with a scoff. She was expecting the teacher to at least have called her mother.

“No, she called mom, and mom called me.”

“Great.” She rolled her eyes. Oh, so they were talking again?

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” She muttered, leaning her head onto the window. 

“Why are you refusing to do the presentation?”

“Because it’s stupid.”

“Riley Davis Scott.” His voice suddenly stern enough to make the teen turn to look at her father again, “When we get home, you are going straight to your room to work on that presentation and right after dinner you will go back up to work until bedtime. Mom or me will be checking in on you since we can’t trust you to do your work unsupervised.”

Riley tensed her jaw. So her dad could get onto her about schoolwork, but couldn’t spend time with her or be playful with her like before? Asshole!

“I won’t do it. I don’t want to.”

Lucas looked at his youngest daughter in shock, “Little girl.” His eyes narrowed and he almost chuckled at his daughter’s boldness, “since when do you act like this? Like you don’t have to listen to what mom and dad tell you?”

Riley couldn’t help but feel hurt. Since you stopped acting like my daddy! She thought. Her eyes welled up, “Whatever, okay?” She brought her knees up to her chest, so she could hide her face from the world once more.

“It’s not whatever. You are working on this project. And it can happen the easy way or the hard way. Am I clear?”

Riley just tightened the hold she had on her knees, “Like you even care.”

“I do care Riley.” His voice caught in his throat. He knew where his daughter’s rebuff was coming from. His general lack of involvement lately. He had still been keeping up with his responsibilities but mentally and emotionally he wasn't all there.

Still hidden in her arms the teen scoffed out another “Whatever.”

And unfortunately her fussiness outweighed everything else to the father. The ‘whatevers’ were getting old quickly and her capriciousness towards this project was not helping either. Lucas knew he needed to nip the behavior in the bud first. 

“I care enough to tell you that if you keep that attitude up you'll find yourself in hot water. Consider this your warning, Riley Davis Scott.”

Riley burned with anger. So he finally has an extended conversation with her and he’s scolding her?! She wanted her daddy. Not this version of him. She said nothing else until Lucas pushed her to speak up, “Are we understood?” 

“Y-yes.” She mumbled and the father could hear her watery voice. The knot in his throat coming back.

#through thick and thin #one tree hill fanfiction #lucas scott #riley scott #original characters

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TTT Sneak Peek

Got some time and inspo and started writing this, so I decided to post. Could go in many ways, but I'm just glad I put something down.

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Riley had gone downstairs to get a bottle of water. It was midnight and her parents expected both twins to be asleep, but the girl had been mindlessly scrolling TikTok til the wee hours. 

 It was midway down her descent of the stairs that she heard their argument in the living room. 

“Lucas I get that the book flopped but it’s been two weeks of this. Of you coming down here at night to mindlessly watch tv. It’s been two weeks of you moping around this house.”

“I spent years writing this book, only for it to fail Brooke. I’m allowed to be upset!”

“I understand you’re upset about the book launch. I know how hard you worked Luke. But you can’t keep wallowing in self-pity. At some point it has to end.”

“Oh pulhease!” He scoffed. 

“Riley and Carter have both asked me if you’re going to be okay. They are just as worried about you!”

“I’m sad Brooke! Okay?! I poured my heart and soul into that book.”

Brooke took a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "Lucas, you're not alone. You have me, you have our kids. We love you, regardless of what happens with your book. But you have to keep going, for us and for yourself."

Lucas pulled away, his resolve crumbling with his wife’s touch. "I need some air," he muttered, his voice strained with emotion as he stormed out.  

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here.” He left Brooke with those words. Ones that struck the wife like a hot knife. He left Brooke to stare at an empty living room, and a hurt 13 year old to silently trudge back up the steps. Riley stayed up until 3 am waiting for her dad to open the front door again. He never did. 

Riley had kept hearing the argument to herself, choosing not even to tell her twin. She was eager to see if her dad had made his way back but was sorely disappointed when his chair at the table was empty. Always a keen observer Riley noticed her mother’s tired eyes. Her visage less bright.

“Where’s dad?” Carter was the one to ask as they sat down. 

Brooke kissed them both atop their head and placed a plate of warm toast with butter at the center of the table. Riley could see the slight frown that grazed her mom’s lips. 

“He left early for school.”

Carter thought nothing of it, but Riley stared her mother down with bitterness. So they were just going to lie to them about all of this? 

“Riley, eat something please.” Brooke chided because the girl ate so little without the urging of her parents. But she did not feel up to please her mother, or her father really. She rolled her eyes and pushed herself up from the table, “I’m not hungry.” Riley picked up her bag, “I’ll wait outside.”

Brooke looked to her son who put his hands up, “I have no idea what’s up with her. She woke up cranky too. Almost knocked me out when I woke her up.”

Brooke sighed, feeling the weight of her family on her shoulders. Carter had been more easygoing about Lucas’s rough patch. More empathetic to his father’s sadness. Not Riley though. Luke’s little girl did not take well to her father’s slight aloofness the past couple of weeks, and so Brooke tried to be understanding of her attitude, but the girl did not always make it easy.

#writingsteph #through thick and thin #brooke davis #one tree hill fanfiction #lucas scott #riley scott #carter scott #original characters

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Will you write more one tree hill?

Yes of course! That’s my baby 😭😭😭 I hope to have written one out during my next break …if life doesn’t throw any curveballs lol

Ive written down a lot of ideas and expanded on some…here’s one of those (not saying this is what I’ll write, but maybe idk)

Brooke and Lucas are fighting more and more. The four years olds are starting to cling to Sam and one night when her parents were arguing upstairs Sam loses it on them.

She then tells them that she’s not the third parent and was leaving. The parents think she’s going to spend time with Jack, but instead she goes to spend time with Liz and Rebecca.

Rebecca is the one to call Brooke and tell her that she was over at their house. Brooke explains what’s been happening and Rebecca is understanding assuring the mother that Sam could stay with her for as long as she needed.

At some point a flashback scene of Sam sucking her thumb in the group home and the bullying she gets because of it.

Back to the present Sam was laying with her upper half on her mother’s lap, unabashedly sucking her thumb. She gazed up at her mother with tears in her eyes, as she wasn’t done fully crying yet and Brooke caught her gaze with commensurate tenderness. “Oh princess, shhhhh.”

“I’m sorry!” Sam cried upset at herself. She should be able to handle this. It’s not like it’s changed their relationship to her, but seeing her parents in strife for so long was wearing on the sensitive child.

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Here For You Random Drabbles Chapter 2: Time to think. Rachel is 16.

Also if you like my mother/daughter fics. The House Fic I just posted a few days ago is centered on Cuddy and Rachel…fyi!

#writingsteph #glee fanfiction #rachel berry #shelby corcoran

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House Fanfic

Cuddy and Rachel and House centric:

#writingsteph #house fanfiction

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Any plans to write soon?

I've written down a lot of ideas I've had, and I've toyed with the next chapter of OSI in my head for months now. Writing however has been the struggle.

Recently though been watching House and fixated a bit on a story where House and Cuddy broke up later on in their relationship and things ended not too awfully. It's years later, Cuddy's daughter is 14 and she finds herself in trouble and at work with her mom. Been writing it down today. here's a snippet:

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House and Rachel heard and Saw Cuddy before she walked into the glass walled  office. They were quick to hide the ketchup packets they were planning on opening and hiding under certain seat cushions. 

They looked up and sat down as soon as Cuddy opened the door. The woman looked at both of them suspiciously. She was tight lipped and furrowed her brow, pointing at her child first. 

“Mom, I did my missing classwork. I just took a small break to hang out with House.”

“And your break is officially over. Go back to my office and complete at least three more assignments.”

“But I have the whole-”

She pointed towards the door, “Now, young lady. Do I need to have you at my hip to make sure you do as I ask?”

Rachel felt her cheeks redden, “No. I’m going. I’m going.” 

House looked at the girl, “See ya later matey.”

“Bye House.” She mumbled, defeated. The girl walked past her mother with her gaze down, though she still felt her mother’s hawk-like eyes follow her out.

It was only once Cuddy was sure that her daughter would do as she said that she turned her attention back to House, “Please just tell me you didn’t have her break any laws with you.”

“Promise. She was just helping me with a little collegiate bonding.” He walked towards his desk chair and Cuddy leaned on the door frame with a smirk, wondering what it was that “collegiate bonding” meant. “She’s here as punishment so if you are going to undermine me and take her from my office at  least make it-”

“Unfun? How about torturous? Do you prefer physical punishment?” He asked sarcastically.

“House, please stop.”

The man leaned back in his chair, “Relax momma bear. I, unfortunately, could never hurt mini Cuddy. An annoying chink in my studded armor.”

And the woman tried hard not to smile. Their relationship was long over but the remnants of it were very real. And still there. After all, it wasn’t for lack of love that they broke up. 

“So” He exclaimed, “I hear she’s starting her descent into teenage dirtbaghood.”

Cuddy stood a little taller, “She- she talked to you?”

He gave her a small nod. Rachel had talked to him, midway through their shenanigans, right after the stink bomb had been placed in Wilson’s office.

“Skipping her sixth period math class this week, right?”

“Please tell me she told you more.”

“She did, but I can’t-”

“House, you’re really not going to tell me?!” Cuddy’s voice grew louder, “Rachel is my daughter and I-”

“She’s fine! Relax!” He cut her off, “None of the worst case scenarios that are stockpiling in your head are true.”

“I’m not-”

“Oh please. Do you forget we dated? I know you very, very well. Look, she's going to talk to you.” He finally looked towards his ex-girlfriend's face and saw maternal worry etched on her face, “Cuddy.” He called her attention and they locked eyes, “You’re raising a good kid. Moronic at times, but aren’t we all?” Her eye roll was his cue to continue, “She’ll talk to you because she trusts you. But for now, just know she is no worse for wear.”

She sighed, but knew that House would not give in, and oddly enough, his words did make her feel better. A reminder that House had his own twisted way of making life feel easier.

#writingsteph #house fanfiction #lisa cuddy

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Would you write more of your Twilight stories?

I could if requested!

A little insight into my writing (Not that most people care lol, but I'm high af right now): I write what I think about in between hitting my head on the pillow and falling asleep. My story is pulled from what I think about then. Then i write my idea down in a bulk google doc until the idea that inspires me the most is the one I sit down and decide to do.

I loved giving personality to Renesmee. Her being a rebellious but truly soft pre-teen. Fighting between feeling like a capable and independent being, but actually being physically and emotionally dependent on her parents. Y'all know I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort and a bit of regressive behavior!

Maybe a fic where she's a freshman that has found a bit of popularity in her freshman year, her mom wasn't there to watch her anymore since she taught middle school so renesmee felt like a free bird in many ways.

Edward and Bella let her express herself, so they noticed she'd been increasing the amount of skin she'd show until one day Edward and Bella had to put their foot down.

"Absolutely not Renesmee. March back upstairs!"

"What, dad?! Come on! last week I wore a crop top and you and mom let me!" She argued, already poised to give her arguments to the two judges. Aka: mommy and daddy.

"Last week it was not that short and you know it." Bella cut in, agreeing with Edwards rather paternal and head first reaction."

"But you and daddy told me I can express myself!" She whined, still sounding like the toddler version of herself who had adopted that little whine. To the parents the only difference was this version of their baby girl was taller and more articulate.

"Yes we did." Bella continued, as evened keel as ever. With her Nessie, no reaction wase better when trying to get her to see reason. "But this is more like making a dramatic statement, and I'm not sure that's ever appropriate except in a club or in your home. "

"Mommyyyyy" Renesmee bounced on heels, "Please. Please, let me wear it!"

OR ....

One where Nessie's been bratty at Christmas dinner.

She's 12 years old so Mommy still needs to help dress her more so out of need for the getting dressed in something sensible actually happened. So the seventh grader is embarrassed but resigned to the white tights and red dress her mother dressed her in.

She's been giving lip all week mostly because growing up is learning your boundaries and she learned a line not to cross that day when Edward and Bella take her upstairs after a rather public scolding. All her aunts and uncles at the table had seen Edward scold her and say that he was done with the complete disregard to the kindness and compassion that they had instilled in her.

"We need to have a family talk." Edward immediately said afterward, and everyone at the table knew what that meant. Renesmee whimpered, 'D-dada no. No! I'll stop!"

Always dada when she wanted her way. Edward thought. His cute Nessie girl.

#writingsteph #age regression

[writingsteph]

Did you delete your other blog?

I made it private but I think it should be available to the public again.

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Here For You New Chapter!

#rachel berry #shelby corcoran #glee fanfiction #here for you

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Fell into fanfiction in highschool still love it now. It’s been a cathartic and awesome journey despite it all

(And yeah I know I haven’t finished the latest Here For You Chapter and have not written for my Hart of Dixie fic in forever but I’ve been daydreaming about that fic for a few weeks now

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who don’t or can’t write the 50k fan-fictions, because of a lack of focus or motivation, or mental illness.

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who don’t or can’t write smut, but are still lumped into a group that is almost expected to write smut. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who can’t update chapters frequently for maybe a multitude of reasons, and get messages daily from people asking for “their” new chapter. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who aren’t big name fans and hardly get ten kudos or one comment on their fan-fictions. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who stay up all night editing and rewriting and don’t get much attention on their work no matter how much they feel like they promote their writing.

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who don’t write a lot and are constantly asked to write more but can’t for whatever valid reason they have. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who have the courage to post their writing online and only have it publicly made fun of for grammar or poor characterization. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers for writing their fan-fiction, posting it online, and continuing to do it no matter how much or little attention they get, and constantly improving as a writer with every upload.

You all rock.

#one tree hill fanfiction #stephthewriter #glee fanfiction

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It was not atypical for Vicky and Ali to find Ellie asleep on the couch after one of their dates just like this.

Her legs splayed, unabashedly showing her bottom, and holding tightly to her stuffed Baymax or, of course, sucking her thumb. She was in the comfort of her own home and Vicky and Ali allowed her to be as childish as she wanted to be, though with that came the fact that they would treat her just as childishly.

The girl, I mean young woman, would try to stay up for when her mama and Ali came back but would inevitably fall asleep watching whatever was on Disney Channel. Lawyering was hard, she came home dead tired some days.

But on those nights that she would be asleep Ali who was taller and stronger than both Salazar women would gently place her hands underneath the girl’s, again sorry, young woman’s armpits and carry her like a toddler to bed.

“M-mama?” Ellie was only half awake with the stirring.

“Shhh. No baby it’s Ali.” Ali placed a gentle hand behind the girl’s head and another patting her bottom, “Go back to sleep. I’m just taking you up to bed.”

Ellie laid her head on the woman’s shoulder and put her thumb in her mouth, “ ‘Kay Ali, but I wan’ mama too.”

“Don’t worry honey bunches, your mama is coming to tuck you in too.”

And Vicky would look on with a heart full of love at her lover and baby girl bonding in such an intimate way.

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Any MDlg and DDlg?

I wrote this a while ago on wattpad (lol). It's a combo of both mdlg and ddlg I think.

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"Come here young lady. It's nap time for you."

The 18 year old stomped her right foot angrily. She'd just come back from cheerleading practice. She was popular and by all means "cool." Naptime was not cool.

Nobody knew about this side of her. Nobody at school knew she was nothing short of a big baby whenever at home. And she would die of embarrassment if they ever found out.

"No mommy!" I don't wanna. I'm not going to!" She shook her head over and over again, until she felt three spanks on her thighs that made her squeal.

"You will listen to your mother little girl."

"I'M NOT LITTLE!"

Both parents looked at each other. Sure, she wasn't little. She just loved to take bottles before bed, needed to wear protection at night, and still sucked on a binky to soothe herself throughout the day when she was home.

Without hesitation the father picked her up into his arms and carried her like a toddler into her designated naughty corner. But the upset girl squirmed and fought all the way through. 

"Maybe we need to take pictures of little Ms. Rachel in her naughty corner and send it to her friends." Of course he would never actually do it. But the threat always simmered a haughty Rachel down.

She blushed and shook her head. Tears started to pool in her eyes. "N-no daddy." Her voice much meeker

"No?"

"I'm a big girl. I'm in high school."

"I know you're in high school lovey." He gently pulled her cheer skirt down revealing her little girl cotton panties, they had Pooh bears stamped all over her light pink undies. She always had to sit in her naughty corner in just her panties. A reminder that the next step to her brattiness would be a spanking. 

He sat her down with a kiss to her forehead. "But even girls your age need nap time, and that's okay. You know throwing a tantrum will end up with you here. Now I need you to calm down. "

The mother came down with her daughter's changing supplies including her mat. Rachel saw it and only cried harder, "It's not bedtime!" She cried when she saw what her mother brought down.

"You're right, it's not." The mother clarified, "But a certain someone accidentally went potty yesterday at naptime."

Rachel blushed deeply.

"10 minutes in the naughty corner. Let's go."

Once her time in the naughty corner was up, Rachel's mother moved a much more subdued Rachel onto the pink changing mat. Both parents knew that once the girl's diaper was on and she took a nap all would be back to normal. She was tired and fussy and all she needed was rest. They knew this about her. 

She pulled her daughter's pooh bear panties down gently, "Lift your legs up lovey." She spoke softly. 

Rachel frowned but did so feeling the softness of the diaper placed under her. 

"Did you have a good day at school?" Her mother asked. 

The teenager brought her fingers up to her mouth absentmindedly as the familiar routine of the diaper change lulled her into a calmer state, "Mhm." She mumbled through her fingers, and nodded her head, "I got an A on my biology test and we're preparing a new routing for the cheer tournament."

"Good job baby!" The mother gushed, "You're such a big girl."

Rachel smiled and squirmed as her mother placed baby powder on her crotch. "Let's get you nice and clean."

Soon enough Rachel was all diapered and having laid there had really made her sleepy. Maybe a nap was exactly what she needed. She felt her mother sit her up and take her shirt and bra off. 

"Lift your arms baby."

The mother slipped one of her daddy's t shirts on her, knowing how much a source of comfort his smell was for her. 

"Looks like someone is sleepy." She heard her dad say as he came in. 

Rachel only curled into herself on the floor. 

Her father laughed gently and bent down to pick her up, "Come on sleepy one. It's naptime."

"Nigh-night mama." She mumbled as her father carried her up the stairs. 

Her mother shook her head. Their daughter was the queen at school. But in their home she was nothing short of their baby Rachel. 

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Here For You Sneak Peek

Mom please I don't wanna use the crutches, and Dr. Portela said I didn't need them anymore as long as I use the brace and mind my movements."  Rachel argued from where shes at on the kitchen island, finishing her breakfast.

Shelby could hear the whine trying to escape out her daughter's mouth. "But he also said one more week on crutches couldn't hurt."

And the now 12 year old couldn't help that her eyes watered. She was so tired of the crutches. She was so tired of feeling like she couldn't do anything without help. "No mama please! I just want to be able to move on my own now. Please!"

Shelby sighed, looking deeply at her daughter. She knew it'd been a rough two weeks for the child. She set the crutches aside, letting them rest on the kitchen counter. 

"You have to promise me that you won't be running around in school and aggravate your ankle more."

"Mama I'm in 7th grade. Who just runs around for no reason?"

"You were chasing Santana and Quinn all over this house when they slept over."

Rachel pouted at being caught, "Well that was last month!...I'm, I'm older now." What a weak comeback Rach.

And the mother couldn't help but chuckle. She walked over to her sitting daughter and placed a kiss atop her head, "Can you promise me then?"

"I won't do anything to hurt my ankle. I promise." 

"Okay baby. No crutches then." And Rachel smiled widely, turning into her mother and hugging Shelby's torso, "Thank you mommy."

Shelby knew the girl was buttering her up, but she couldn't help that it worked, "You're welcome lovebug. Now come on, I'm going to help you up the stairs so you can get dressed."

Obediently, the 12 year old lifted her arms and Shelby placed firm hands underneath and hoisted her up. "Up we go, baby." A steadying hand beneath the girl's bottom as Rachel wrapped her legs around the woman's torso.

Once in Rachel's room Shelby set her on the bed and placed the ankle brace next to her, "Go ahead and take your pajamas off. I can put the brace on after we get you changed" Shelby knew that while most 12 year olds would not want their mothers around to help dress, Rachel was different. She didn't mind her mother's help. In fact she preferred it. It was like making up for old times. Both mother and daughter knew it. Felt it. In their most mindful moments, they even cherished it.

"I can grab you some clothes. Anything you want to wear?"

Rachel shook her head, "You choose."

"On it." The woman went into the girl's closet and chose a black and white checkered shirt that she knew Rachel loved, and a black collared white shirt to go with it. 

"Do you want to wear your tights or socks today, Rach?"

"Socks please!"

Shelby came out with the clothes and smiled at her little girl. Rachel was now sat in just her pink panties and had managed to grab a hold of Clifford which she held close to her chest, playing with the fur of the stuffed dog. Any more time sat by herself and Shelby knew that the tip of the dog's ear would end up in Rachel's mouth. A self soothing technique that Shelby did not have the heart to stop.

"Aren't you the cutest thing I've seen." Shelby commented, effectively making Rachel blush. She set her Clifford aside, "Mmooommm." She grumbled, "Don't say that."

"What? That you're cute?" Shelby took it in stride, "Arms up, love."

And the girl listened though there was a pout on her face now, "I'm 12 now mama."

"I know you are. But you're still cute to me." Rachel only let out a huff that went ignored by the woman.

Shelby slid on Rachel's training bra first. A bra that Rachel had begged Shelby for at the beginning of her 7th grade year. Claiming that Santana and Quinn had one, so she wanted one too. Although the mother was sure that Rachel did not need one yet she had acquiesced knowing how important fitting in was at that age. Next she slid Rachel's shirt on and patted her daughter's bare thigh, "Okay lovebug, stand up carefully so I can get your skirt on."

The 12 year old gingerly stood up minding her hurt ankle, while Shelby kneeled down so Rachel could hold onto her shoulders for balance. "One foot at a time." The skirt was slid on and Shelby couldn't help the "Good girl." that came out of her mouth as she sat her child back on the bed to put on her socks and brace. 

The room was silent as Shelby worked on the last bit of dressing her daughter when a quieter "mom" slipped through Rachel. 

"Hmmm?"

"Do you think I'll be good enough for soccer tryouts next week?"

Shelby frowned as she finished up with the ankle brace, "Baby." She sighed and Rachel knew her mother's answer then. 

"I can keep the brace on!"

"Your ankle is weak right now Rachel, and by the looks of it when you stood up, still hurts. I don't think you'd be able to even make it through the tryouts."

"I can take the pain medicine Dr. P. gave me!"

"No Rach, I'm sorry."

Rachel crossed her arms and looked away from her mother who was still kneeling in front of her. "Baby I'm not trying to keep you from playing soccer, but your ankle needs to heal. If you hurt it more you may need surgery, and that's even worse. You'd be unable to move your foot for 4 weeks."

"Fine, whatever." Rachel mumbled, still not making any eye contact with her mother. So Shelby stood up and placed a hand on her daughter's cheek, "I know you're upset. I'm sorry baby. Sometimes things like this happen and we have to roll with the punches." Rachel made no move to address her mother. But Shelby knew Rachel would benefit from some comfort, so she grabbed Clifford from the bed and placed it in the girl's arms, noticing when she immediately tightened her hold on the dog, "Okay, lovebug, I'm going to go get ready. I'll come grab you to go downstairs once it's time to go."

The woman walked out and Rachel laid down and curled into herself. Why the fuck had she fallen down the stairs?! Now she would miss soccer season! She had been so excited about it too!

#here for you #glee fanfiction #shelby corcoran #rachel berry #writingsteph #stephthewriter

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New TTT Chapter: Coming Clean

Please let me know what y’all think

#brooke davis #one tree hill fanfiction #lucas scott #through thick and thin #StephtheWriter

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Any new updates soon?

I'm trying to finish that TTT chapter. And there's just two more scenes that I have to get through, but struggling a little. I plan to get it done before I go back to work next Thursday!

SNEAK PEEK:

...Carter forced the next words out his mouth. They felt like bile on his tongue, but he just couldn't, "I-I'm not ready to...to tell everyone."

"yeah, I know." Anthony simply responded.

"I'm sorry Ant. I don't...I just can't right now. I'm scared, I guess."

"And I'm not gonna force you to do it, but I can't keep hanging with you. It's making it harder and harder for me C. And it's a fucking tease because I know we can't be together.

The blonde haired boy wanted to burst into tears right there. He bit his lip to hold it in. He wouldn't cry. He didn't deserve to cry. It's your fault anyways

Anthony cut the silence, "It's late. I should take you home. My dad's gonna lose it if he finds out I'm out this late anyways."

Before Carter could agree with that sentiment Anthony's phone rang. The curly haired boy looked at it and handed it to Carter. "It's your sister."

Carter took a deep breath so Riley wouldn't notice that something was wrong. Although his twin was really, I mean, really good at reading him. It's why she was the only one in his family that knew he was gay. The only one that knew about Anthony. 

"Hey Riles, I'm okay, if that's why you're calling. What's up?"

"Carter Davis Scott! Where the hell are you?" And why isn't your phone on?!"

Oh no. It was mama. 

"M-mom I'm in Belmont." Carter knew he needed to be honest as much as he could else the night would go even worse for him than it already was. 

"Belmont? What the hell are you doing there?!" Luke's yell made the boy wince. Fuck his dad knew too.

Brooke shook her head and took a deep breath, "Are you safe?" 

"I'm safe. I, um, just went to hangout with my friend, mom. I-I'll be home in 20 minutes."

The parents weren't sure if that explanation was supposed to placate their concern, but they were sure that the only thing it did is anger them more.

"Do you realize how worried your father and I were? And you're acting like it's not a big deal to be out in the middle of the night!"

"I'm not acting like that!" Carter whined in protest.

"This is not the time to talk back!!" Oh shit. Mama was yelling. Not a good sign. "You know what Carter I can't even talk to you right now. You just make sure you get home in 20 minutes little boy."

"Y-yes ma'am." 

#brooke davis #one tree hill fanfiction #lucas scott #through thick and thin #stephthewriter

[writingsteph]

Has Ellie's mama ever come to the office while Ellie is working?

No! However Ellie's paralegal and close work friend, a woman in her mid-30s, overheard a facetime conversation between Ellie and Vicky!

"Mom I'm getting home later than I thought tonight. I have a couple things to finish up for a hearing tomorrow."

"Okay baby love. Thank you for calling me."

The lawyer looked around ensuring no one was around when she said this next part. This is actually what she cared most about getting an answer to, “C-can I have bath time tonight?"

Vicky smiled at her little girl blushing. Ellie knew she was probably the only 28 year old at her firm that still was occasionally bathed by her mother. “Of course, princess. Mama can bathe you tonight."

Ellie smiled at that as she pushed her glasses up, and now that she knew it was just her and mom, “With lots of bubbles mommy?"

Vickly laughed, "Yes Ellie bear. I'll put in bubbles how you like it. But let me let you go, so you can focus. Remember to eat dinner."

It was at this point that the Paralegal was in hearing distance. She was shocked at the timid and slightly whiny voice that came out of the 4th year associate.

Ellie groaned, "But mama I'm not hungry!"

And all the paralegal could hear was Vicky say, "Uh-uh, Elizabeth Maribel, no attitude or whining about it. You need to eat. If I found out you didn't mommy may have to start going down and sitting with you to eat."

"Mama!" Ellie whispered furiously, blushing at the thought of her mother supervising her meals so publicly.

[writingsteph]

Favorite one tree hill couple? And if not Brooke and Lucas, what inspired you to write them?

I actually really liked Brooke and Julian lol. I started to write Brooke and Lucas based off reader input actually. And the rest was history. I love my version of Luke lol.