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wolfjackle · 2 years

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Ohhh 1. Parent trap please??? 👀👀👀

So I love this one! It's, unfortunately, on the back burner, but I hope to get back to it eventually. Life is just insane right now and I have zero free time. :(

So! Good Omens Human AU. Aziraphale and Crowley were childhood friends in a fundamentalist religious cult. Crowley is ftm, but didn't realize until later in life. Before he transitioned, they got married and had twin boys: Adam and Warlock.

Well, Crowley chafes under the prescribed life "she" is leading and leaves, divorcing Aziraphale in the process. Takes Warlock along.

Flash forward 11 years, two boys at a summer camp in Scotland start a rivalry. The boys are adamant that they cannot go home, so drastic measures are taken to get them to become friends. While rooming together in a small cabin, Warlock sees a photo of his dad (Crowley) in his wedding dress that Adam has. Adam reads the inscription in a book Warlock has that was written by his dad (Aziraphale). They decide to switch places and get their dads back together. Cue shenanigans, heart break, discussions of love and loss, and self forgiveness.

Most of this is hand written in various notebooks, but I do have one section typed that I am proud of. It's when Crowley realizes he has Adam instead of Warlock. I haven't done much editing, so apologies if it's a bit rough around the edges. (Potential trigger warning for non-explicit references to a trans man being pregnant and giving birth, but it's just kinda something he went through. He doesn't have any dysphoria or negative emotions about it in this scene.) Missing background, Crowley is a lawyer who has only graduated school in the last couple years and is taking lead on his first big case.

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Crowley had his tablet out as he ate breakfast and the screen reader read off his emails. Work hadn’t slowed down at all since Warlock had come home. Each new development raised more questions and sent him down two new rabbit holes. At least Warlock wasn’t complaining about having to spend time at the office like he usually did. Just one of the many strange things since he’d come back from camp.

He looked over at Warlock’s bed and sighed. He’d rushed out without making it. Again. What had gotten into that boy? He paused the screen reader in the middle of another demanding email from Beez. Going over to the bed, he set the pillows on the floor and pulled back the sheets. Something black and soft fell to the floor. Curious, Crowley picked it up. It was an old, well-worn stuffed snake. “What the…?” he asked himself. Warlock didn’t have anything like this.

He turned it around and stared at its yellow eyes. His breath caught. He remembered this. They’d been shopping for the boys when he was pregnant. Aziraphale had seen this snake and waved it in his face going on about how its eyes matched Crowley’s. He’d grumbled, but tossed it in the basket anyway. He looked at the bottom of the tail, and sure enough, in red thread was an embroidered “A.”

“Adam,” he breathed. His knees gave out and he sat down hard on the bed. He’d stuck himself at least three times sewing the small initial. Keeping grip on the snake he buried his face in his hands. How long had Adam been here?

But he knew. Camp. They both must have been there. It explained so much; Warlock, no Adam, had been so different after coming back. His breath shook as he tried to take deep, steady breaths. He couldn’t afford to panic right now. Adam was just next door with Marjorie. He could go and get him and figure out what had happened.

The sharp sound of his ring tone broke through his spiraling thoughts and he stumbled over to the kitchen table where his phone sat next to his cold toast. “What?” he demanded.

A pause, then Newt’s voice came through, “I was going to ask when you were getting in. Found something interesting. But…are you okay?”

Crowley ran his hand over his face. “Fuck. Work. I don’t think I can make it in today.”

“Beez is going to be pissed if you don’t.”

Crowley cursed again. “I know! But I’m in the middle of a family emergency.” He couldn’t quite keep the hysteria out of his voice.

“Is Warlock okay?” Newt asked quickly, concern obvious.

“I don’t know! Apparently I haven’t seen him in a month! I don’t know where Warlock is!”

“What are you talking about? You brought him to the office yesterday.”

Crowley didn’t know whether the noise he made was a laugh or a sob. “No, apparently I brought Adam to the office yesterday.”

“Who the hell is Adam?”

“My other son! They must have switched places. They are both going to be grounded until they’re 18 for this.”

“You have another son?”

“Yes! Warlock and Adam are twins! I had custody of Warlock and their father of Adam! Keep up, Newt!”

“Ah, right. Because I should know what’s going on here. You have two sons? Since when?”

“Eleven years ago when I gave birth to them!”

“I’ll make your excuses to Beez. But things are crazy here; we just got another box of documents and, well, you’ll want to see this.”

“Right. Yes. I know. Fucking hell. God damn it. Those boys will be the death of me. I just… Give me a few hours. I can’t think right now. It’s Adam. And I need to talk to Warlock, make sure he’s all right. Fuck.”

“Good luck. And tell Adam I’m looking forward to meeting him properly.”

Crowley didn’t even know what to say to that and just hung up. Right. Time to face his son. His other son.

#ask!#tag game #writing #my writing #parent trap gomens AU #Crowley #Adam Young

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simplefelicity · 2 years

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today i started my very first sewing project other than mending!

well, it's not exactly a sewing project. i have this very cute summer dress that i got 5+ years ago secondhand. i love it as it's very comfy and also has an empire silhouette so i always feel like a Jane Austen heroine while wearing it.

the silhouette is created by shirring on the bodice. after who knows how many years of wear, the elastics have become extremely lax. the silouhette now reminds more that of a rectangle. so i decided to look for solutions online.

turns out that shirring is pretty easy! you simply need to use elastic thread as the bottom thread on your sewing machine and that's it! i mean, you also need to know how to operate a sewing machine (which i didn't) but other than that you are golden.

so i asked my mother for help. we set up her machine, she explained how to use it and we made a couple of experiments. once we felt ready she left me the reins and i started shirring away! for a first attempt i must say that it went pretty well. i didn't saw straight the whole time and i did get the machine jammed a couple of times, but still!

i had done only about half of the back panel when we ran out of elastic thread so i will need to go buy a new bobbin in the next few days.

but seriously! being able to sew and tailor my own clothes (or even making them from zero) has been on my bucket list for a long time. this is a small step in that direction so i'm extremely happy :)

i'll update you once i've finished shirring the whole bodice.

#sewing #zero waste

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captaincolossal · 1 month

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Hnnnnngggggg, so I skipped my Thing today because I...ran my Doing Stuff batteries down to zero, even though I tried to pace myself this week. I slept for like 11 hours??? And I'm still tired. So I didn't go to the sewing day thing. I had a sewing day at home, and actually got a chunk done.

Freaks (1932)

Tubi changed their colors, and it's this tacky purple and yellow now. The horror girlies have been complaining, but I haven't used it recently.

Oh, this code thing is probably relevant.

#movie funtime #freaks 1932

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yaoi-princess · 1 month

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i cannot lie the stress i have been under the past week has been pretty crazy! i am very very tired and my body hurts and at least i have a rental car now lol.

I really struggled that last week with my car breaking down OBVIOUSLY. i think the most frustrating thing right now is that other AAA employees i have been speaking to keep telling me they don’t understand how i was forced to wait that long just to be told no one was coming to get me. i got a call this morning on the way to getting my car rental from AAA and i’m just glad that the service representative listened to me and is going to open a case against the office that so thoroughly fucked me over.

it’s still so frustrating in hindsight because i really felt like those operators thought lesser of me because i sounded like a women despite repeatedly telling them that i am a man!!! and they had my name right in front of them!!! it’s just really dysphoric because i feel like so much about me has changed throughout my transition, except my voice. and it’s really upsetting because the ONE fucking thing i desperately wanted to change was my voice. i hate sounding like a girl. i hate talking on the phone and always being called ma’am or miss like i am just so fucking tired of it. i’m essentially a year and a half into my actual HRT transition and i’m just so frustrated by the complete standstill i feel like i’m experiencing. I feel like I’m not making enough progress. My next OBGYN appointment isn’t until the end of April at the moment - that is going to be a very important appointment for me. I’m hopefully going to be switching to T injections and upping my T dosage.

Yeah, I’m still terrified of losing all my hair but at this point it really does matter less to me when I feel like I’m not where I want to be in my transition. This next appointment is also going to be helping me schedule top surgery and a hysterectomy, which at this point are so vital to me feeling better. like i haven’t really talked about it anywhere, but even for someone who has experience next to zero physical body dysphoria, i am hating my boobs so fucking badly. being on T has just made them to saggy and so loose they look so fucking ugly. i think i’ve dropped nearly an entire cup size and 2 inches off my bust even before i started “losing” weight. at this point i’m just irritated bc i want them gone so badly.

i’m more nervous about the hysterectomy, since it’s going to be pretty invasive too. but i just have a nasty feeling that i have woefully undiagnosed endometriosis and they’re going to have to gut me like a fish about it lmfao. i’m hoping that isn’t the case, but regardless i want them to take my uterus and ovaries out because i’m really over dealing with that shit lol.

for the past week weight wise, i’ve been sitting at 320 really solidly! i’m just so tired and stressed out from all this car stuff that i haven’t been able to do much. i’ve been going on some walks in the evenings, and also taking my dog on walks regularly so it’s not like i’m not getting any exercise. it’s just that i don’t have it in me to be super conscious of what i’m eating, when, or how i’m burning it off lol. and tbh that doesn’t bother me because the point of all of this isn’t weight loss, it’s taking care of myself!

anyway i’m just going to get super high today and just chill the fuck out. i am still trying to get my chores done, and i have a bunch of convention prep to work on that’s not sewing-related, so that’s what i’m going to try and work on. we’re two weeks out and i haven’t even tried finalizing my script or outline for my panel and i’m panicking about it lol. but otherwise i’m really optimistic that my con is going to be a great experience, and i’m just excited that i’ll finally see a bunch of my friends again.

i have a lot of knitting to do too, so i’m gonna be focusing on that as well hehe. i might write more later who knows. i’m just in pain and tired today sigh.

#journal #ftm stuff #3.16.24

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tj-crochets · 3 years

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Hey y’all! I thought I had grown out of my terrible hiccups, but it turns out I have not! And when I say terrible hiccups, I mean silence the entire math class kind of hiccups, sounds like what a toddler would think a dinosaur would sound like kind of hiccups, neighbors at work once came to check on me because they heard the hiccups through the wall and over the sound of the machinery kind of hiccups* This is the first time I’ve had hiccups since I developed asthma and while it hasn’t caused an asthma attack it’s sure not fun lol I know it’s a long shot, but can you share any hiccup home remedies you have? The only one that’s ever, ever worked for me was scaring them out of me, and that only worked once when my teacher managed it when I was like ten years old (that was after I accidentally interrupted the math class) *all of those are actual things that happened (little kids think the hiccups are hilarious)

#the person behind the yarn #my entire torso is sore from hiccuping #they've stopped for now but sometimes they come and go over the course of like two days?#I got zero sewing done today #I did cut out paper patterns for my next like three projects though #so...progress!#and I got some more books sorted out #I'm trying to pare down my stash of books before we move cross country #no move date or house to move to yet #but my dad really wants to move and my brother (not the one I live with) is moving in like a month #right now it's looking like Tennessee is most likely

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beauty-grace-outer-space · 4 years

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Sigh.

#it speaks #not trek #coronavirus #mini whiny rant to follow #I'm really struggling today ya'll #I got zero work done #I spent the whole day either zoned out or asleep #or crying #I just spent like 4 hours trying to figure out how to sew a mask out of old cotton stuff cuz apparently it's better than nothing and i am #increasingly desperate to do something that feels like it matters instead of just #sitting around like I guess I'll wait to see if I die then #I'm really tired #and I'm really sad #ignore me

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spontaneousmusicalnumber · 2 years

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Decided to say 'fuck it' and not make the rear face. I already spent an hour and a half today finishing the hems of the veins and adding hook-and-eye closures to the chin. And now I can say THE SEWING ON THIS MASK IS DONE!

It's got a built-in extra layer that acts as a Covid mask, and was made with ZERO pattern. I started with a four-panel tube and kept bringing in the seams until it started looking right.

It's too cold to go get my puffy paint so the detail veins will wait until tomorrow.

Now, onto the hands.

#my posts #my art #it me #sorta #shin dorohedoro #dorohedoro #drhdr #id in alt text

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my18thcenturysource · 3 years

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Don't you dare to think I forgot about you all XD It's just that I'm full of work and I kind of wanna cry just thinking of so many things that I have to do u.u

ANYWAY here an update of what has been going on:

ALL 1903 undergarments are done! I think I need a petticoat, but I might just use my 1890s one.

That S silhouette is SO GOOD. i mean, with al the padding and ruffles, I look SO DIFFERENT. This is definitely crazy. I might post a few photos later today or tomorrow.

I might or might not have bought an antique Edwardian shirtwaist. Will let you know when it arrives.

I don't know what's the right fabric for the Edwardian skirt and shirtwaist, but I hope to buy it this weekend. Maybe cotton? Maybe a Swiss dot? Lace? All in white? I have ZERO idea. Please send ideas, this is the patterns I'll use:

My parents got vaccinated! They've only got the first one, but it's a start :)

Back in the village, most of my uncles and aunts in their 40s have gotten vaccinated too, and my teacher friends will get the vaccine around May, so it's looking great :)

I'm not sure if I'll get the sewing machine my mum has in storage because I HATE when the buttonholes are not made in a single step XD We'll see. (BUT, it's pretty much free, so... I'm poor).

Finally, I think I'll use my vacation days soon because my work is driving me crazy and I'm so tired that finishing ANYTHING is so hard! Wish me luck, I might just sleep for an entire week.

#update #life #and stuff #sewing #1903 outfit #edwardian #I don't know what fabric to look for

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girls-love-girls1200 · 4 years

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67. Lisa x Reader

*The Job of a lifetime*

2000+ words

Warnings: cursing

When you had first shared your plan to move to the capital with your mother, for some reason the first words that left her mouth were: “Spring days in Seoul are the most enjoyable period of the year, when the cherry trees blossom and the air is crisp.” Her eyes melting into small crescent moons, a kind smile illuminating her soft features, she knew it meant that from that moment on she would find herself alone in your once always loud and full childhood home, but she didn’t mind, in fact she was proud, the youngest of three leaving the nest just after graduation. Ever since you were a toddler your mom had done everything possible to make sure you and your two brothers could live a life that made you happy, money and success had never meant much to any of you, it was always about doing something you loved. That’s why your mom had spent fifteen years of her life picking you up from dance class in her rusty old green beetle from Monday to Friday, attending every recital, sewing your clothes together, applying cream to your bruised legs. She knew that’s how you wanted to live, always on your tiptoes, sometimes on your knees, often on your backside, and so she supported you.

Now her kind words were replaying in your head on a loop, your heartbeat ringing in your ears echoed by your feet hitting the concrete at full speed. You struggled to find a reason as to way karma was battering you so hard, on the morning of probably the most important day of your life so far, not only had you poured spoiled milk onto your cereal, you had also been left stranded by your bus because of a punctured tire. You hated running, you truly believed there was a specific ring in hell for those who enjoyed the satanic activity of jogging, yet on this day you were running like no woman had ever run before. By some divine miracle you had managed to push through to the final interview round for a position as first dance assistant to one of the most renowned choreographers in the country, hundreds of extremely talented dancers had applied for the sought after position, today only twelve were left, eleven if you didn’t make it before the doors to the dance studio closed. By a stroke of luck you reached those doors as attendance was being called, bowing as you entered the room you zoomed pass the examiners, swiftly joining the eleven other girls, their gazes on you like starving vultures, you tried to control your breathing as you sat down on the last free plastic chair, in the corner where the huge dance mirror met the wall, you held your tattered dance bag to your chest, trying to regain your composure.

You dared to lift your eyes from the ground only as your name was called, a crystal clear voice cutting through the tense atmosphere, raising your hand you tried to muster up some confidence, failing as soon as your eyes met the ones of the owner of said voice. Lisa Manoban, in a simple white crop top and high wasted jeans her lean figure seemed to glow, a strict expression plastered on her stoic face, she scanned you from head to toe, you thought you heard her kiss her teeth at you as she sighed, “Give me one reason not to kick you out this second for arriving late.”

Tilting your head slightly you bit back a smile, Lisa’s eyebrows lifting in surprise,

“You haven’t seen me dance.”

A sharp gasp came from one of the girls sitting next to you, Lisa’s lips pressing in a thin line, eyes piercing through you, she gave you a quick nod, sitting down herself on the wooden floor,

“You’re going last Y/SN.”

You couldn’t hide the small smile that appeared on your face as you heard your surname coming from her mouth, and unknowingly to you, it had also caught someone else’s attention. Being last was never fun, your nerves rising as you carefully observed every girl stand in the middle of the room, performing a freestyle dance to a song of Lisa’s choice, you could read the anxiety in their eyes as the most complicated tunes poured out of the speakers, unrecognizable beats filling the space, Lisa’s eyes wouldn’t leave their body for one millisecond, her dark pupils following every single movement, as if she was looking for something very specific. Once the girl finished, she would be sent back to her place with a court nod, not a word coming from the stone-cold figure of Lisa Manoban.

It didn’t seem to go any differently as you stepped up to the small white X taped onto the floor, your fingers trembling as they played with the laces hanging from your sides, your mom had helped you pick out the outfit last night via video call, her encouraging words coming back to your mind, you took a few steady breaths as the older woman in front of you pressed play on her phone, you closed your eyes as the melodic notes typical of south Asian music filled your ears, your feet seemed to move even before your mind told them to, letting your nervousness fall off your body in fluid movements you focused on the strange melody that seemed to run through your veins, your focused gaze falling on Lisa after every twirl, you felt your body as light as a feather as you made the small space around you your own, ending your moves inches away from Lisa and her team. As the music came to halt you found yourself on the ground, slightly out of breath, your fingers hanging delicately from your collarbones, you smiled widely, bowing twice before making your way back to your seat, aware of a pair of eyes glued to your figure.

A woman in her late fifties took you quite by surprise as she invited all of you to wait outside, the selected candidate would be informed straight away. You all made your way out, a few girls breaking down in tears as soon as the door was shut behind you, others calling their parents, you made your way to the water dispenser just at the end of the corridor, pouring yourself a cup, you couldn’t help but chew on your lower lip, your nerves slowly coming back, the cool water alleviating your stress ever so slightly, you hadn’t even finished the cup when a tall figure appeared next to you, patting you on the back, Lisa didn’t even stop as she made her way out of the building, her words making you lose your grasp on the half empty cup of water that slipped through your fingers,

“See you on Monday in my studio, 9 am sharp Y/n, you’re late, you’re fired.”

Your name was echoed by the same woman who had asked you to leave the room, her gaze falling on you as also did that of eleven girls who had just missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime.

Monday morning you opened the doors to your dream job precisely at half past eight, wanting to avoid at all costs any sort of tardiness, you knew you had a lot to make up for, you greeted the two young girls at the reception desk with a big smile, you introduced yourself briefly, which seemed to take them by surprise before making your way to the fourth floor, a welcome email had described pretty well what your job entailed, where you had to go and the hours you were required to put in, passing by your boss’s office you were quite surprised to see it empty, as you knew classes didn’t start until half nine. Curiosity got the best of you as you started exploring the various studios and classes on the floor, all of them more modern than any dance studio you had ever practiced in, that was to be expected knowing how much these kids payed to enter the dance academy. As you walked along the empty corridor the faintest of sound reached your ears, following it once again driven by sheer curiosity you opened another door onto the biggest practice room you had seen yet, in the middle of it a slim figure sat on the ground, long legs sprawled out in front of her, enveloped in a pair of black cargo pants, you could tell she was out of breath by the way her back raised at a fast pace, head hanging low, a cascade of raven hair falling along her shoulders.

“Doesn’t tying your hair up sound like a good idea while practicing?”

The older girl didn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice, her head moving slightly to peek at her watch, not even sparing a quick glance in your direction,

“You’re early, I wasn’t expecting that.”

Shuffling in front of her you held your hand out, your eyes searching for hers, she finally looked up at you, the faintest of smiles on her face as she grabbed onto your hand, your palm almost tingling at the feeling of her warm skin against your own.

“I’m full of surprises miss Manoban.”

Struggling to keep up with her fast pace, you followed her all the way to her office, your gaze following her every movement as she sat down gracefully, wiping her slightly damp face with a small white cloth, she pulled out a lipstick from one of her drawers, reapplying it carefully, she smacked her lips twice before leaning back into her chair, her intense gaze scrutinizing your still standing figure from head to toe.

“You know Y/N, you’re the first ever dancing assistant in the history of the academy not to actually have graduated from here, some people aren’t very pleased with that, so I hope you will prove yourself.”

Taken aback by the sudden statement you smiled at the teacher, almost feeling sorry for her, you could see the hardships she had gone through just by looking into her chocolate eyes,

“You see miss, I have nothing to prove, I am not here to prove myself, I’m here to work hard, and earn your respect, but let me get this straight, I don’t have to show to anyone that I deserve to be here, because I could tell, that those eleven girls at the interview last week had no idea what having to build yourself up from zero means. If people actually got into the academy because of talent and perseverance, then rest assured that I would have been top of the class, but since one can enter only because of money, background and privilege, I have had to find other ways to learn.”

Lisa’s eyes widened at your words, her mouth opening slightly before she shook her head, keeping her opinion to herself she got on her feet, her hands resting on her hips, her whole aura expressing pure confidence,

“That’s why I chose you Y/n, I think you and I will get on great.”

Sauntering towards you her arms crossed in front of her chest, she stopped just mere inches away from your face, the smallest of smiles painted on her kind features, her long fingers delicately moving a strand of your hair behind your ear, your cheeks burning at the closeness,

“And you can call me Lisa.”

Working with Lisa proved itself harder than you had first imagined, although the job itself was physically demanding it was Lisa’s attitude that seemed to tire you out the most, the girl was the most hot and cold person you had ever met. She could go from messing around with you in her office for an entire hour to becoming an impenetrable fortress during her lessons, never allowing herself to smile in front of the younger students, her stone cold face and harsh criticism making it very easy for them to dislike her.

It’s because of that exact reason you found yourself staying in the almost empty studio with a handful of kids after midnight, not feeling comfortable enough to ask Lisa for help they would come to you, knowing the older woman would only accept perfection, some of the kids needed an extra hand, a friendly smile and some encouraging words to achieve that. The late hours unfortunately started to take a toll, your mom had been the first to point it out, she had come to visit you one weekend and immediately noticed how your cheeks seemed more hollow than the last time she saw you and you were dragging your feet more than you used to, laughing it off you blamed it on the city’s food, because nobody could ever cook like your mother, of course she hadn’t bought it, but you had managed to send her back home before she got too inquisitive on the matter.

The second person to notice your exhaustion was none other than your boss. Lisa had come to pay a lot of attention to you in the last couple of months, more than she would ever like to admit, she had noticed how your feet suddenly didn’t seem as light as they were a couple of weeks prior, your twirls weren’t as precise, and your smile not as bright as the first time she saw you dance. The situation unfortunately escalated one morning in the middle of august, the city heat had rendered life quite unbearable, and the fatigue that rattled your bones felt heavier than ever before. Lisa had asked you to help her come up with a new routine for one of her advanced classes, and so you found yourself spinning around the studio at seven in the morning, Lisa’s eyes trained on your figure, she was about to tell you to slow down when she noticed your moves get sloppier, your legs shaking, your vision started going blurry and just before your legs gave out underneath you, strong arms wrapped around your waist, her sweet scent overpowering your confused senses as she slowly pulled you to the ground with her. Lisa tried her best not to go into panic mode as she held your limp body in her arms, she rested your back against her chest, one of her hands stroked your soft hair gently as her other passed you a bottle of water.

“It’s okay Y/N just drink some water, don’t try to get up yet.”

As your vision got clearer, so did your mind, and soon enough you were very aware of Lisa’s heart beating against your back, her fingers shaking ever so lightly as she caressed you.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Your soft voice made Lisa’s insides tingle, resting her forehead against your shoulder a sudden wave of emotions seemed to crash onto her, all she could think about, all she could hear, see and feel was you, her lips millimetres away from your bare shoulder blades. Overwhelmed, she got up on her feet, ignoring your lost gaze trailing after her,

“Damn Y/N you need to look after yourself, I can’t always be on the look out for you, making sure you don’t pass out during my lessons. Just imagine the shit show if you were to leave me to do these classes on my own.”

She hated herself for the venom that spewed out of her mouth sometimes, she didn’t quite know why her mind seemed to find the worst way possible to deal with her emotions, it was usually bratty teens that would face the rear end of her bitterness and that didn’t affect her as much, but in that moment, as you struggled to lift yourself off the floor, tears brimming in the corner of your sweet eyes, Lisa absolutely loathed herself.

“If you weren’t so busy being an ice-cold bitch and actually let your students be students I wouldn’t have to spend every fucking night working extra hours to make up for your lack of professionality.”

Your words bounced off the mirrors of the practice room, Lisa froze in shock at your revelation as you stormed out of the studio, regretting your harsh words as soon as you had said them, you told the girls at reception that you would be taking a couple of days off due to personal reasons. Once at home you gathered your thoughts, realizing the only reason Lisa’s words had gotten to you was because you really, really liked her, you loved being by her side every day, spending your lunch breaks together in her office, dancing so close to her that your bodies almost became one. You had fallen, pretty hard, and by the way she had spoken to you earlier, you figured it was a one-sided kind of thing, and that hurt pretty bad.

You spent the entire day doing absolutely nothing, you wanted to rest but your thoughts were racing at a hundred miles per hour, it was late at night when you actually managed to settle down, wearing your favourite sweatpants and a sports bra you hacked away at a tub of vanilla ice cream, watching some random nature documentary on Netflix. The insistent ringing of your doorbell interrupted your much needed chill time, and unwillingly you trudged to the front door, your face turning pale as the person who had occupied your mind for the entire day stood in front of you, her usual Jansport bag hanging from her shoulder, black bangs sticking to her forehead due to the heat outside, her chocolate eyes staring apologetically out you.

You tried to shut the door immediately, trying your hardest to avoid the imminent confrontation, but Lisa jammed her foot inside, a small yelp escaping her as the door trapped her leg. Swinging it back open immediately to check if she was alright, Lisa took advantage of your moment of weakness and stormed in, trapping you between the wall and herself, her eyes staring directly into your own.

“Let me apologize please.”

The fast rise and fall of her chest gave away the fact that she was just as nervous as you were, her pearly white teeth sunk into her lower lip, your pupils following her every move, Lisa took a big breath, trying to steady her nerves,

“I’m sorry, the kids explained to me what has been going on, and I’m truly sorry, you were right, I was being unprofessional.”

Her sincere gaze suddenly became hard for you to hold, your head lowering as her face inched closer,

“But there’s a reason for that Y/N.”

Her fingers shook ever so slightly as they caressed your face, reaching your chin she tilted your head, her lips so close to yours you could feel her warmth breath,

“I like you like crazy.”

You couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to, closing the gap between your two faces, your lips enveloping Lisa’s soft ones, fingers tangling in her silky waves, you sighed into the kiss, eliciting a small hum of appreciation from the taller girl, whose arms wrapped around your waist tightly, her cold fingers grazing the small of your back. You pulled away from her just when breathing became an issue, your lips tingling. Lisa’s fingers desperately searching for yours, bringing them to her lips and placing the softest kisses on each of your knuckles, a huge smile spread on your face, your cheeks almost hurting.

“I think I might like you too.”

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Moving day (Harry potter)

They say that any move can be stressful and the adjustment period of living with new roommates can be hard for the first few days, even if your new roomies happen to be your older twin brothers. And not making things any easier though they of course love and support you, is that your boyfriend is coming with you for the move, and as such you had to tell them about the special arrangement. Still stories over the phone apparently didn't fully paint a picture and now Ron and Draco are waiting for the twins to stop staring and let them in. The twins themselves were wearing matching white t-shirts and blue jeans. Ron was in a loose and long sleeved black shirt and black cargo pants, and Draco took the cake. what with the pure blood ex bully being in green cover all's (with crotch snaps!) and a black t-shirt it looked like under the cover-all's. and by how swollen and BIG Draco's crotch and rear looked, the boy was easily rocking 3 nappies. "Interesting..fashion choice." George said finally. "Inner child and all that." Fred said.

Getting Draco inside Ron got his big baby of a boyfriend sat down in the living room to get to know his unca's better while Ron went and unpacked, not a easy job to do since they were making use of a magic suitcase so there was at least a few hours worth of work needed for Ron to do. If your wondering why Draco wasn't helping with the unpacking well, He was a little guy in more ways then attire and a bored/grumpy Draco trying to be 'helpful' never ended well. He could of had one of the twins help him but with it being their first time watching Draco, he figured 2 on 1 gave them a fighting chance against his bratty baby boy.

"So..Cripes..you really wear nappies huh?" Fred asked,leaning down for a closer look at the bulky seat of Draco's overall's and nappies. Draco, who had been leaning forward to get some of the baby blocks they had for him to play with gave a annoyed look as this was the 5th time Fred had asked that. deciding that those who get that close to his butt with no care about their own safety deserved what they got and scrunched up his face. George realized what was happening and started to cry out a warning. "Fred wait get back from hi-" but at last the cry came too late and indeed only made things worse. Fred's poor mouth had opened, and with the distraction from George, Draco moved his diapered rear backwards, almost in slow motion and finished his long sputtering but muffed fart on his unca's face. With the deed done and Fred on his back and gagging, George glared at Draco. "what cha do that for?" he demanded, folding his arms. "But unca George, I'm just a widdle boy and NEED my diapies, Unca Fred should of realized he was playing with fire.. or gas." Draco said, doing his best 'i'm so cute you can't stay mad at me' faces and voices. and unlike Ron who had seen them all and could resit, This was Georges first and he instantly melted. "well,m just don't let it happen again. Do you want some ice cream?" George asked Draco of course knew he wasn't suppose to have any, ice cream made him a super duper pooper..Butttt He was just a little boy and lessons had to be learned all around. Fred finally got up and like wise was about to throttle Draco but the power of the puppy look and he was de fanged as well and went to go and smash up some cookies to crumble over Draco's ice cream. '..heh..yeah. I could get used to this~' he thought.

Ron had been hard at work for a hour and came out to get a glass of juice from the fridge. he noticed Draco was nuzzled on the crotch with his brother and smiled, he was glad they were getting along and didn't wanna say anything to spoil their fun. chugging his juice down and getting a refill, Ron just happened to look in the sink and froze, seeing three dirty bowls that had clearly had ice cream in them. "Ohhhh No. No no no.." Ron said, a knot forming in his tummy. coming out of the kitchen and hurrying to look out into the living room he heard the first poot and toyed with just running before the smell reached him. cries of disgust and whimpers of pain were heard and it delayed Ron enough that he didn't escape the stink field in time and was welcomed to the truly rotten smell of a lactose intolerant like Malfoy having dairy. Nose hairs burning and eyes watering Ron sighed and headed for ground zero. Fred and George were each half out a window, Fred on the left and George on the right. Draco not surprisingly was squatting down and hunching, fists closeted and gritting his teeth. from the look of focus on his face and the sweat you'd almost swear he was doing a power up from a anime. at least till you noted the massive diaper that had forced the crotch snaps open (and Ron looked and noticed some of the buttons on the floor) Spotting Ron in the door way Draco started to cry out daddy, but it was over taken with a guttural groan as a cramp hit him. the diaper, which was already racing for his knee caps jumped in size and Ron found himself glad he hadn't taken Harry's advice and gone with muggle diapers, they'd of had a blow out by now! "D-Daddy tummy hurt!" Draco whined and whimpered, tears going down his cheeks and holding out his hands as his knees wobbled. technically Ron should of let Draco suffer, to enjoy the spoils of his win at getting ice cream and suffer butttt...that just wasn't the kinda daddy Ron was. conjuring up a clothes pin for his own nose, and a dummy with a large rubber teat that found it's way into Draco's mouth, Ron came over and hugged the stinky boy. He also once he noticed the twins were trying to escape out the windows, shut them on the twins trapping them but not hurting them. well, not hurting them till anther spell had the back of their knickers get yanked up for twin wedgies. "OWWW! Stoppp Ron knock it off!" "we'll get you back for this!" "mmmmhmmm. I'll be back to free you after I change Draco..or I can let you two go now and you can change him." Ron said, smirking. "...You know, after the first 10 seconds this feels kinda nice." Fred said. "Could do this all day." added George. "For the record you two will be changing him at some point." Ron laughed. "Now hold on.." George started. "You never warned us about him being like..THAT every time that he goes!" Fred protested. "Hmm? oh he's not. but you dipsticks let him have dairy when he's lactose intolerant. reap what you sew." "..If he knew he couldn't handle it then why did he have three bowls of it!?!" "because he's a baby duh. he just likes yummy things and doesn't think about later." A whine from behind and Ron smiled at the huffing Draco who with one last watery fart seemed to be done..and oh my. the diaper had gotten SO shit swelled that it looked like something out of a cartoon show, Draco had basically made a bean bag chair of sorts! in fact if he hadn't of just stopped pooping he might of been picked off the ground! "Jesus sweetie, you have any bones left in you?" Ron asked fascinated and semi worried at the same time. (and maybe a little pride, that was his boy who had just made a super big present.)

The only way to move him at this point was a levitation spell and Draco hated it. the damn things always made him queasy to his belly even though he'd been used to moving much faster during a quditch game. Still there was no way to change him in the house without getting the mess everywhere and his new uncles seemed to have a high enough stone way around the back of their large yard. "oh look, they have a garden back here..you can provide all the fertilizer from now on!" Daddy teased and Draco tried to glare but the cheating bastard tickled the big babies tum tum making him giggle around the paci. Sat down slowly with a loud squish and a horrible smell being released, Draco whined and held his own nose and waved a hand. "heh, yeah buddy, Stinky.":Ron chuckled then opened his diaper. stinky as it was, Draco couldn't help but giggle even in the outdoor setting as Ron turned green in the face. charming a gas mask onto his face daddy was apparently ok and Draco huffed and crossed his arms. "No fair! cheating!" was what he wanted to say, but just gibberish came out instead because he also refused to let the dummy out of his mouth.

45 minutes later (give or take a century from Ron's POV) and the little guy was all cleaned up and his 'treasure' so to speak disposed of. The twins had manage to get free by seeing what Ron had been dealing with they decided to hold back on their revenge so they wouldn't have to change Draco today. Or at least that was the plan but after carrying Draco in just his diapers (him sitting on Ron's lap, snuggling into him and looking more like a little toddler then the high school graduate he was) when Ron came out of their room, Draco was hiding behind him and still had the dummy in his mouth. just he was sucking on it BIG time and almost giving the twins ideas. then Ron stepped out of the way and the twin's jaws dropped. If his first outfit had been shocking, and his just diapered look adorable, this look was kinda sexy and having the twins who had considered themself hetero till just seconds again were desperately trying to justify thoughts of what they wanted to do with Draco. "Boys..let me introduce the other side of your new nephew..his niece side." Ron chuckled.

Draco's cheeks were bright red, daddy had promised no sissy stuff around his brothers but said this was his punishment for being a little piggy! So now his short blond hair had a light pink bow in it, he was wearing a very short little girl party dress, complete with a bow on the back that daddy had to tie and of course was a mixture of different shades of pink. whine knee high socks were on him and a pair of black Mary janes on his feet. 'At least daddy didn't put make up on me this time." Draco sulked around his paci, waddling forward with the same bulky cloth and rubber pants he'd had before. His his Mary-janes making a clip clack sound on the floor Draco got in front of his unca's and griping the hem of his dress, curtsy and bowed his head. "so..you two think you can try this again and NOT fuck it up?" Ron asked. "I uh..I.." Fred stammered, apparently locked up in resisting the urge to fawn over the little cutie. "You know Fred, i think we could do a smash up job this time. even handle any diaper changes!" George said. "Glad to hear. no take backies." Ron said and turned to go back into Draco and his room to finish working. as he turned a low rumbling sound was heard that turned into a series of wet farts. "Uhhh Ron?" Fred squeaked out as the back of Draco's diaper ballooned out from under the dress. "No take backsies. " was all Ron said then shut the door. "...Still think letting them move in was a good idea?" "Oh shut up!"

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ldaoec · 3 years

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I loved you

I fought for us like white knuckles on a roller coaster ride Unbuckled and unrestrained-- The ride, I mean No safety gear keeping us safe And I just let us happen Kind of like you stand back And watch storm clouds gather Watch lightening strike the same place Once Twice Going on thirty times But that doesn’t make it any less fascinating Train wreck, perfect storm, natural disaster All happening inside your head

Inside your heart Inside your soul A supersonic earthquake going through your body Burning you up like fuel So that you can’t win. It was a score It did become a game of sorts A game of survival Of faith Trying to get to the finish line first I loved you like white knuckles on a rollercoaster ride And scraped knees on a bicycle. I loved you like a first car wreck First hello First love I loved you like the 11th hour Like the final drought finally breaking And bringing rain I loved you like the giving tree One leave Two leave All the leaves And then winter I loved you like sleeping pill phone calls, When your voice was my favorite song I loved you like sad stories make better men And I didn’t know you were that smart I loved you like little things I started noticing Small little not-rights Like flickering stop lights in traffic I loved you like calm after the tsunami, gentle waves And can you please forgive that overreaction? I loved you like— Stop Slow And nothing I love you like the power going off Like A.I turning on, and How may I help you, today? I loved you like back pedaling on a broken bike And slippery rocks to get to the truth And Blinking lights Frustration Message flashing in neon lights and Street after street after street I loved you like better luck next time Like I’m not feeling myself and Should have’s Maybe have’s Maybe if I loved differently here I loved you like the first seconds of sunrise The sun starts peeking over the horizon and Hope? Is that hope, already? At this time? And something quiet stirring in my chest A doe waking up from hibernation A deep breath of clean air A second genesis, and-- Stop short Free fall I loved you like nothing I loved you like still nothing I loved you like dead in a ditch, wouldn’t I know? who would have told me? I loved you like I’ll call her I’ll see if she knows where you are And then, “Hey. My phones been elsewhere. Like ‘I ended u going with her for the weekend. It’s been interesting, to say the least.” I loved you like stop. I loved you like recalibrating I loved you like not-dead Just my heart sputtering, shutting down, a kind of sick feelings and wrong I loved you like want to cry Don’t want to cry I loved you like zeroing on on anger like missiles finding a heat signature I loved you like I can play this game better than you If you don’t care I won’t care even less I loved you like I was born in a pilots seat With my finger on the trigger Like a vulture Been waiting for this kill short for ages I loved you like over prepared Bug out bag packed and ready I loved you like an old fashioned arcade game Flashing lights Wrong answer Wrong answer Wrong answer Wrong answer I loved you like nightcaps of arsenic and whiskey Like the vertigo of a tornado Like wet socks Tight chests Push pins all over the floor And screw this bullshit I loved you like done when you are Ready to jump before the plane crash lands Like I packed my life raft in my carry on Got flares and rations And I am not afraid I loved you like days Twelve days of nothing. Twelve days of silence and then This week has felt weird, not talking to you Like a bulldozer plowing through the brick wall I’d been carefully building Surprise I’m back The arcade powering up and then I loved you like round two A careful score card read between Lifelines growing and depleting with every volley of text messages I loved you like 300-word response, backspace, twenty word reply I loved you like the stop-go of a nervous driver Like this isn’t going to work Like slap in the face after punch to the stomach And “Goodbye.” Six months later, I loved you like the slow, flickering power on from an ancient computer The dial up tone And then White screen Blinking curser ‘Would you like to play a game?’ I loved you like nostalgic seasons with rewrites Like a speeding up bicycles And scraped knees and palms from flying off I loved you like the first time I’ve cried in months, Tight hugs And He doesn’t want me back I loved compassionately I loved like the abuse of compassion, and ruthless retaliation I loved like world war three I loved like bombs and mortar shells blowing up around me And trying to sleep through the night I loved like shit I knew that line sounded family And ‘I didn’t include that line as a point of conversation’ I loved like stop and go, again Go Stop It’s right Not Like wait Did you just— Hold on, a second I loved you like landmines I loved you like twisting stomach, Anger waltzing with sadness Foxtrotting with nostalgia Doing the Lindy Hop with confusion I loved like, “Buddy, you haven’t seen angry poetry, yet” I loved like, did you know I cried on my birthday? Did you know I spent more time sobbing than watching dinosaur movies? Did you care? I loved like, you didn’t care Not enough Not like the war submarines I’d sent to the front lines The offers of peace turned to handshake grenades Like explode in your face And I’ll show you what anger looks like on a woman I loved you like hate Or something very close to it Exploding in my chest In my room Filling me like panic line Do not overfill I loved you like wanting something I can’t have Like conviction that I am doing the right thing I loved you like walking out, and wishing it wasn’t the right choice. I walked away like Andersen’s little mermaid Feet bleeding from the pain of it I loved you like a leap of faith Panicked free fall And a sudden impact of disappointment As you weren’t what I knew you could be I loved you like mistakes happen When we’re young Or when we trust I loved you like screaming myself hoarse in the bathroom, Banging on the glass between us why can’t he hear me I love you like celebrating the moments you got mad Because at least you were reacting I loved you like did you text me two days before my birthday Just to be apathetic And hurt And hurt And hurt me All over again? I love you like snide remarks you are in no position to say to me Like freedom tastes a lot like magic And did you know this? Do you think you’ll ever experience it? I loved you like long story, written out Some of the piece missing Like I kind of know what happened But the subtitles are a little off So I’m not quite sure who the villains were And if the heroes won Or if Maybe Some of those characters deserved a better ending I loved like the ending of a foreign movies I have no idea what the hell just happened I loved like I really missed out on the Taylor Swift, first time around I loved you like why didn’t he care? What did he want? What could I have done better Different To get a better ending? I loved you like disappointment being the spice of growing up Getting older Getting smarter And making the hard choice To Once again Yank out the poison thorn that you stuck in me, Get myself to a hospital Sew up my wounds because you threw a grenade through the key hole And tore me apart. Getting older is not always easy And losing you was not always as hard As it should have been But on nights like these I’m still quite convinced You lost nothing when you chose her And I lost everything I loved you like realizing That you never loved me, at all.

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