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heartbrake-hotel · 1 year

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I just want BDE to hold me; cradle me in his lap like a baby while he reads to me as I lay my head on his chest. Is that too much to ask for?

nonnie.. NONNIE.!! i wish you could hear the wistful sigh i let out reading this. i'm kicking my heels and twirling my hair about Big Daddy every chance i get 💌

just wanna curl up with him anywhere - in bed, on the couch, in the backseat of the car - wherever he is, wherever he's already comfortable, that's exactly where i wanna be.. 💓

[also i was just rambling i didn't mean for this to turn into any aCTUAL writing but.. uH 👉👈 yah sure whatever it's a blurb now ig]

wanna sneak up and slip into his lap while he's got that pretty nose of his buried in a book, disrupting his focus for only a second as he holds his book away to make room for you while you get comfy. his arms wrap securely around you once he's sure you're done moving, holding you tight, keeping your bodies flush as he reopens the paperback in his hand.

what follows is a kiss on the cheek and a murmur of sorry, didn't mean to bother you, just wanted to sit with you a little. go back to your book, and he hums a little absentmindedly in response as he keeps reading. you're pressed so close you can feel the rumble of it deep in his chest.

you busy yourself with nothing in particular, playing with the tuck in his shirt sleeve or the fringe on his jacket, occasionally running your fingers over some of your favorite parts of him: the plush swell of his belly or thighs, warm and strong underneath you; the soft slope of his shoulders, the curve of his neck, sometimes even reaching up to trace the ridge of his brow or the line of his nose. never for an extended period, just long enough for him to register and relish in the gentle touch. you wouldn't think he even noticed, too absorbed in his reading, except for how he squeezes your waist every time.

eventually, you sigh and wriggle in his arms, and he immediately drops them and clears his throat, faking that he's unaffected at the thought of you getting bored and leaving... but you're just sitting up a little higher in his lap to adjust your reach. you pout a little in discontent at the loss of his sturdy closeness so tight around you and pull his arms back where you want them. the barest hint of a smile on his face is given away only by the slight blush that colors his cheeks as he chides himself for bein' foolish, but it immediately widens to a cheshire grin as you begin running your fingers softly through his hair instead.

you don't know how much time passes like that, both of you content just to soak in the others' presence, before he speaks. wan' me to read out loud to ya, baby? his voice is quiet and sweet - not shy, per se, but like he's savoring the moment, like he worries you might get up anytime now and he wants to appreciate you here, snug and lovely in his arms, while he's still got it. you just nod in response, knowing he can feel it. he nods once, too, throat working as you watch his pillowy lips begin to form the words.

he thinks he's being surreptitious, but you're not so distracted that you don't notice how he flipped back to the very beginning of the book - a ploy to spend more time with you, but you don't mind one little bit. you hide your answering grin in his shoulder, sealed w a kiss pressed there, into the warmth of his body underneath the silky fabric of his shirt.

his voice is a little hoarse, at first, from slight disuse, but the longer he reads, the smoother it gets, the rich ebb and flow characteristic of his extensive vocal range becoming apparent. his cadence is lilting and musical in and of itself, so much so that you almost aren't listening to the words in favor of focusing on the sound.

the more he reads, the more comfortable you get, your fingers moving down to twirl in the fluffy curls at the nape of his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder. soon you find yourself sliding back down into his lap even further, to settle more firmly against the breadth of his chest. you can feel more so than hear the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat under your cheek. you've never felt so safe and loved as you do right here with him, and you know he knows it.

before long, lulled by that feeling, you find your blinks growing slower and your head growing heavier. you lost the plot of the book long ago, too distracted by his delicious closeness to keep track of the host of details, but now even the white noise of his voice is blurring in your ears as you drowse in his arms. not gonna fall asleep on me, are ya, little? he chuckles, his fond amusement audible. you grin a little but don't open your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder as you settle more firmly against him. that, mr. presley, is for me to know and you to find out. now keep reading!

anythin' you say, honey.

#blurb #wHAT THE FUUUUCK.. THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME like . most comforting fantasy ever ohh my godd #i didnt actually mean to write anything for this..????? but also.. how could i resist Him 🥺💗#see THIS is where the universe normalizes after that last ask 🥰🥰#on a personal level ill say this:#its been a loong time baby (a LONG time) since i could be #reasonably described as petite or little or what the fuck ever #which doesnt bother me !!!! to clarify lmao like i Enioy it #but sometimes u just want someone to make you feel Small !!#to wrap u up in arms stronger than yours and squeeze tight #ill tell you what i would never EVER be too aware of #'hm can i sit on this dudes lap or will i Actually crush him lmao'#if the dude in question was big daddy 🤤🤤🤤#also picking a pov here was so hard and for what reason??#i write all my fics for this fandom in second person but answer all my asks in first #and as this is somehow both And neither i struggled enormously w unconsciously switching back and forth between sentences sfghj 😅#anyway yall should be grateful for this bc i seriously doubt #any of the other 21 (21!!!!!!) wips i have in the works for this fandom will ever see the light of day #been writing fic for over a decade and not oNCE have i ever deemed myself Done Enough w a project to publish it lol #had one epistolary twitter thread that got away from me and one writing exercise/songfic i shared in a gc #for my last fandom (clowntown bitches rise uPPPP ✊🎈) and otherwise N A D A #my google drive is neatly organized to store my actual hundreds of fic fragments AND THATS HOW I LIKE IT.!

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applewillowstone · 4 months

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Let Me Be Your Guide

Crossed posted to AO3 (NOW WITH FANART 🥰)

Pairings: Billy Hargrove/Gator Tillman (Caligator)

Rating: Teen & up.

Tags: blind Gator is a sweetheart, both are in their 20s, alternate universe, first kiss, flirting, service dogs, sweet and fluff.

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“So, this is where you’re staying?” Billy said amusedly as he looked around Gator’s place.

“Y-Yeah. It’s a small apartment, easier to move around,” Gator replied; he looked shy from where Billy was standing in the middle of the room.

“I like it.” Billy chuckled, trying to ease any tension that Gator seemed to be having.

They have been friends for a couple of months now. Billy, however, never went to Gator’s place, and Gator never went to Billy’s. Normally, they would meet at local coffee shops in Hawkins to chat, all due to when they had exchanged numbers, courtesy of Dorothy.

Things were rough for Gator, and Billy only knew a little about why. In Hawkins, Gator was the talk of the whole damn town. A lot of rumors circulated, but there was also a lot of shit that had happened to Gator, surrounding him like a fucking hurricane of regrets and agony, which Billy understood. After all, it was what drew Billy to Gator in the first place.

Gatro had been new to town and fucking blind too. Billy found Gator with some woman named Dot... Dorothy, and they’d been searching around Hawkins for some place to stay. Gator was staring at him, and Billy didn’t like that, so when he got up close to Gator to call him out on it, Dorothy had put her hand on Gator, who had flinched when she raised her voice to Billy. The thing was, Gator had had sunglasses on, and Billy didn’t know shit...

That’s how they sort of became friends. Billy had almost punched a blind man for staring at him. Billy actually found Dorothy a couple of days later, because Billy had wanted to apologize formally to Gator. That’s when he found out a little about them both, she was helping him find a place, and she only spoke ever fondly about Gator. She came by every other weekend to check up on Gator, and it used to be every weekend to keep helping him, until Dorothy couldn’t keep doing that.

Billy somehow volunteered himself up to check up on him. Now, Gator had a guide dog, and Dorothy happily told Billy that he could call her ‘Dot’. Although things got confusing at one point because Gator’s guide dog was also named Dot.

It was Billy’s and Gator’s last coffee shop interaction that had Gator asking if Billy wanted to come over to his place. Billy was tense about the idea, but, in the end, he agreed.

What Billy never told Gator was that he did search Gator up. It was a ‘curiosity killed the cat’ kind of thing. When Billy learned about Roy, it made Billy flinch, and he knew that Gator, in a way, understood what it was like to deal with men like Billy’s father. Billy was never going to openly talk to Neil, but seeing that Gator was happy in his apartment… it gave Billy all the fucking hope that he’d ever wanted that...

Billy too could be free, one day.

“Hello? Earth to Billy?” Gator snapped his fingers, a little worried.

“Fuck- Sorry, I was lost in thought,” Billy sighed as a bunch of emotions hit him all at once. “Want to show me around?”

“Yeah, I can start with my bedroom?” Gator offered.

Gator started to walk, and Billy noticed that his guide dog was laying down in bed.

“You don’t need help?” Billy almost went to wake up the dog, but Gator waved his hand in the air.

“She’s asleep. Besides, I think I’m okay for the short walk. Do you need to hold my hand?” Gator questioned with a chuckle, only to stutter when Billy actually came over to hold his hand.

“Fuck. Did you not mean it seriously?” Billy didn’t let go, in case it was.

“N-No but- I really appreciate it.” Gator squeezed Billy's hand back.

Billy gave a huge sigh of relief, then he allowed Gator to take the lead. They walked side by side, until they got to the bedroom, then Gator walked in first, with Billy trailing behind.

Gator was the one who decided to let Billy’s hand go before he did a grand gesture to showcase his bedroom. Billy took a moment to look around, and he felt he walked into his bedroom instead. Holy fuck. Were they that similar? Naked girls on the wall, similar choices in music…

“They are probably not put up straight or something. I decided to uh- put up some stuff last night, when I realized that I invited you over, and it sunk in that I hadn’t decorated yet,” Gator said, his voice waved nervously as he used his foot to find the frame of the bed and slowly sat down on the edge.

Gator did all of this for Billy? It took him a second to realize that Gator couldn’t see the posters anymore, and it made him sad.

“It’s my old stuff that I had in boxes. I don’t know why, but… I didn’t get rid of them. I remember what was on them, so…” Gator halfway pointed behind him. “Maybe it’s to bring me comfort? I guess.”

Billy chuckled, smiling brightly, and he could tell that Gator was desperately waiting to hear if that was a good sign or not. “I think we’re too similar.” Billy carefully walked to a spot near Gator on the bed. “Is it okay if I sit here?”

“Y-Yeah.” Gator nodded and patted the open spot near him.

Sitting down, Billy leaned into Gator to the point that he was touch his shoulder. “You wanted me to see the naked chicks on the wall?” He teased.

“Not fully naked- they have clothes on,” Gator mumbled with a blush. When he went to scratch his neck, out of a nervous habit, his hand swatted something on Billy that made him pause.

Billy searched Gator’s face, seeing that Gator was seemingly puzzled or was processing something. He didn’t know if he needed to speak up or not. Maybe Billy needed to tell Gator that he knew why Gator took the time to put things up in his room? Not just for comfort, but to show more of himself to Billy without having to talk more about himself openly.

“Is that an earring?” Gator's voice came out timid; almost sounding afraid to ask, in case he offended Billy.

Grinning, Billy reached out to Gator’s hand, but noticed a small flinch. “Oh, fuck- I’m sorry.”

Gator shook his head. “It’s okay, honest- I’m sorry, I thought I—”

Billy brought Gator’s hand to his pointy earring, letting Gator’s fingers rub over the sterling silver jewelry.

“It is an earring,” Gator muttered to himself, rubbing his thumb over the earring as his fingers neatly tucked under Billy’s ear.

“Yeah. I just have one, though,” Billy said.

He couldn’t help but smile big, seeing that Gator really just seemed so fascinated by it.

“You don’t judge me for it?” There was a hint of worry buried deep in Billy’s voice.

“Man, I can’t judge you with this on my arm.”

Gator let go of the earring and rolled up his own sleeve. It seemed that Gator didn’t know what to do with his hands, now that the sleeve was up, as they awkwardly picked at the bottom hem of his shirt.

“Holy shit, that’s one shitty tattoo,” Billy laughed loudly.

“Shut up,” Gator groaned.

“We’re too alike. It’s creepy,” Billy joked, then saw Gator’s face become a little concerned.

“I have a shitty tattoo also. Well, to me, it was the coolest thing I ever did. An act of rebellion.” Billy chuckled, and his hands went to Gator’s own to stop him from fidgeting with his shirt. “It’s a crappy skull smoking.”

“Could be worse.”

Billy raised a brow. “How so?”

“Could be a crappy skull vaping,” Gator smirked.

Billy grabbed Gator’s hand, while the other hand lightly shoved at Gator’s shoulder. “I will never get a vape tattoo on me. You’re right, that’s the shittiest thing ever.”

Gator laughed, squeezing Billy’s hand. Their laughter echoed out into the hallway, where the acoustics were loud enough that, when silence befell them, it made Billy have goosebumps.

He leaned closer to Gator, and not a word was spoken between them. His eyes flicked to Gator’s lips, and Billy wanted a taste, but he didn’t want to ruin a friendship if Gator didn’t swing that way.

“Want to touch my hair?“ Billy offered right as Gator asked,“Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Billy blinked, as if he wasn’t sure what Gator had asked; as if it was a cruel joke, or something that wasn’t real, like his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Is that… Did I misread this?” Gator panicked, trying to remove his hand, but Billy pulled him close.

“No.”

Billy held tightly to Gator’s hand as he kissed him. The kiss was slow enough that they could both cherish it. Billy could taste Gator’s vape flavor on his tongue that he must have taken before they had kissed, or before Billy even arrived. Peck after peck, they kept kissing each other breathless, as if they were both hungry for this... As if they’d wanted to kiss each other from their first coffee date together.

Gator broke the kiss, and his lips barely touched Billy’s as he spoke. “Fuck, I was so nervous.”

“Kissing with tongue is nothing to be nervous about.” Billy was being a little bit of a dick now, but he knew what Gator meant…he just couldn’t help it.

Gator took that as a challenge. Before Billy knew it, he suddenly had Gator crawling onto his lap with Gator’s legs wrapped around his waist. For support, Billy planted his feet to the ground, and his hands went to Gator’s back to keep him steady.

Gator scoffed and a smug smile decorated his face as he leaned forward and demanded entrance to Billy’s mouth. Plunging his tongue past Billy’s lips, Billy moaned at the commanding way that Gator just fucking went for it when Billy been hesitating.

He wanted to fight for dominance, so his tongue wrangled with Gator’s until they were both left a panting fucking mess.

Gator’s hands trailed up Billy’s neck and to his face, as if he was remembering what Billy looked like. Except, Gator soon stopped moving to Billy’s hair with a twist of his face.

“You have a mullet?” Gator sounded disappointed.

Billy scoffed, and his hands dropped down to Gator’s ass to palm him through his jeans. “That’s your takeaway from this?”

“Yep. I made out with a guy who has a mullet,” Gator laughed, ruffling up Billy’s hair.

Billy wasn’t amused about his hair getting fucked up, but he let it slide… for now. It was the first time that he really saw Gator enjoying himself, and, in a way, touching Billy and exploring what he looked like for the first time. To Billy, it was a magical moment that he wasn’t going to ruin.

“It’s really soft,” Gator hummed before finally just resting his hands in Billy’s hair.

“I take care of it. This isn’t easy to keep up with. You just, uh…” Billy didn’t even dare to touch Gator’s hair, but he could see how slick it was from here. “Really like gel.”

Gator scoffed, and self consciously blew upwards. “Loose strand?”

Billy gave Gator a look, then he laughed. “Pretty boy, I promise that your hair is glued to your fucking scalp.”

“I’ll kill you, if you’re lying to me.”

Gator kissed Billy’s cheek.

“Uh huh. So, are you showing me the rest of the house before or after we have sex?” Billy smirked; his voice was sultry.

Gator became flustered. “I- uh. I want to, but I never…”

Billy pursed his lips, kissing Gators jaw. “Another time, then.”

“Promise?” Gator seemed scared that Billy was now backing out and not interested in the moment.

“Tomorrow,” Billy said. “I’ll bring stuff for us to enjoy.” His voice was soothing as he squeezed Gator’s ass. “You are not getting rid of me now, Gator.”

Gator gasped at the squeeze, mumbling and groaning as he pretended he hated it, but, all the while, he kissed Billy again.

“Want me to order pizza?” Gator hummed into the kiss.

“Fuck, yeah. We can kiss in every room as we wait for the pizza.”

Gator laughed, breaking the kiss. “Yeah, because you need to see each room now.”

“Need to fuck you in each room too.” Billy grinned.

Gator groaned, pushing himself off of Billy, but still making sure to hold his hand out for him to take. “You’re going to love my other decorations.”

#billy hargrove #stranger things #Gator Tillman #Apple fics #Apple fan fics #caligator #Billy Hargrove x Gator Tillman #billy hargrove fic #gator tillman fic

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heliads · 2 years

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Hi there! I really love your work, you are so talented and i wanted to send in a request for some time now so,could I possibly ask for a george weasley imagine?🥰

How about this: Reader (a slytherin) gets caught up in one of the pranks devised by the twins. Given the fact that they are dating George, an agreement was made where the reader doesn't become a victim of the serious pranks they play on slytherins. This time an accident happened and something of theirs got destroyed (anything you want-but with great emotional value). Reader is tired of always being supportive,patient and loving while not receiving the same amount of emotions from their peers back. Reader tells George they need a break. -sad, angst and hopefully a fluff ending cause I'm a sucker for happy endings🥺

Thank you so much and it's totally okay if you don't want to do it💛

yes yes yes i would never pass up a chance for angst

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You don’t know that you’ve ever seen your boyfriend look more suspicious in your life. The two of you are supposed to be having a normal study session in one of the louder corners of the library, but he’s long since left off even pretending to glance at his textbooks. Instead, he keeps frantically scribbling something on a scrap of parchment that’s already been jinxed so no one can read the words but him.

At last, you give up your Potions essay and crumple up an excess piece of parchment into a ball, lobbing it at your boyfriend for the pure joy of seeing it bounce off his coppery hair. George Weasley gasps in horror, although it does nothing to quiet your laugh.

“Rude, Y/N,” he says, hand clasped to his chest in the throes of mock betrayal, “I can’t believe you’d attack me like this. I thought we were supposed to have a nice afternoon together.”

“I thought so too,” you comment while shooting an obvious look towards the hidden scrap of parchment in front of George, “but you’ve been a little distracted. What’s that about?”

George considers the paper, then sighs melodramatically. “Alright, alright. Let’s just say that Fred and I have a little something planned for later tonight.”

You learn forward, feeling a familiar prick of excitement take its marks at your chest. George and Fred are notorious for their mad genius, something you’ve long since learned to appreciate in your time at Hogwarts. “Don’t tell me you’ve already got another prank lined up. We’ve barely recovered from the last one.”

George holds a teasing finger up to his lips. “Not a word, Y/N. It’s supposed to be a secret, you know.”

At your exasperated expression, he relents. “Perhaps we’re planning something after all. No one’s supposed to know about it, though.”

George lets his gaze stray towards the emerald lining of your robes, and you understand at once. “No telling anyone from my house, you mean?”

To say that it came as a surprise when George Weasley of all people started dating a Slytherin is an understatement. It practically caused a Gryffindor civil war until Fred had to talk to everyone and convince them it was alright. Yes, you’ve been a Slytherin since that Sorting Hat touched your head back in first year, and yes, you love George with every iota of the twisted, blackened heart everyone seems to think you have. No, those two facts don’t have to contradict each other.

You never planned on falling for George, but you’ve been plummeting to the depths of your crush for a while now. Truth be told, were it not for the long and proud Weasley tradition of being lionhearted and red-cloaked until the day they die, you wouldn’t be surprised if George himself might have been sorted into Slytherin. Perhaps there’s an alternate universe far from here where house ties don’t matter quite as much, and the Weasley Twins could be allowed to realize their full ambitious potential alongside your cunning counterparts.

This world, however, is daring enough as it is. George likes that you never try to silence a single one of his dreams, and you like that he’s willing to spill a thousand souls’ worth of ideas out to you every night. Loving him is living like you’ve never known it. Your house may set you up to win, but George makes you want the stakes to be even higher than before. You cannot have one or the other, you’ve always been raised to want a little more than the average saint.

That’s not to say that the fact that you’re a Slytherin and George is a pureblood Gryffindor hasn’t ever caused a clash. As much as you hate to admit it, Gryffindor and Slytherin will have it out for each other until the end of days. So, whenever George and Fred launch another one of their infamous pranks, the Slytherin students are usually the ones they target the most.

You’ve been trying to get George to change this, but it’s a slow and rocky hill to die on. You’ve argued a thousand times that it would be best if he could make sure his pranks impact all the Hogwarts houses equally, and he certainly has gotten better about that over time, but you don’t know that even your love is enough to truly make him change.

You’re safe, though. That was George’s primary clause. No matter the prank, he either tells you about it first or makes sure that you won’t be affected by a single spell. He’s not about to risk his relationship with you, even if he gets the perfect shot at your house. You’re perfectly fine with that, too. Why mess up your boots stepping over a battalion of hexes if you can avoid it?

Besides, no matter how much you’d rather spare your house a little of Gryffindor’s ire, you don’t want to let the pranks come in between you and George. Not once, not ever. That’s why you pretend not to see how Slytherin chafes every time the Weasley twins launch another magical crusade, and you always focus on the majesty of their creativity instead of anything else. It’s not hard to do, the pranks truly are impressive. You just wish you didn’t feel a knife splitting you from your house every time you look the other way.

Still, you’re happy with George. He makes you feel far more important than a pureblood’s history book. You’d be lying to say that some part of you hasn’t always wondered what it would be like to live the way he does, all snapping teeth through laughing grins and a thousand spells not even the most experienced wizards have thought to touch.

So, you don’t press George for details on his latest prank, and instead just smile knowingly to yourself. You’ll see the aftereffects of his shenanigans soon enough, and you’ve never had to worry about what happens. George keeps you safe, he always does. There is no reason to doubt that he would do anything else.

You bid your boyfriend goodbye soon enough, after gathering up your books and quills. He walks you to the very edge of the dungeons so he can talk with you for as long as possible. The stone walls are cold around here, so George kisses you before he goes, leaving you breathless and feeling far more fiery than you had a few seconds before. It is perfect.

Once inside the Slytherin common room, you take up a position by the fireplace with your other friends. They tease you accordingly about skipping out on them to spend time with George yet again, although there’s no malice behind their words. Your friends have long since accepted that George makes you happy, and that in turn makes them happy. That doesn’t spare you from playful accusations that your soul should be torn in half if you were to marry a Gryffindor, however.

A quiet evening slips into a quiet night, and you find yourself distracted from the conversation. Glancing around the Slytherin common room, you can’t help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you. This place is your home, after all, the mahogany carvings and fantastically embroidered green silk call your name as soothingly as a parent.

It is your contemplative study that permits you to be aware of the second the glass cracks. There is a massive bay of windows at the far end of the common room, it looks out into the Great Lake on campus. Every year, freshmen swear they can see mermaids curving through the depths, but right now you spot something even more shocking: hairline fractures weaving themselves across the surface of the glass sheets. Your brow furrows, and you’ve just opened your mouth to point out this anomaly to your friends when it all shatters.

Looking back, it isn’t as bad as you first thought. The entire window didn’t collapse, only pinprick holes in a specific pattern. What it seems like in the beginning, though, is a tidal wave that suddenly pours into the common room, and it’s hard to realize anything through the shrieks of students who have been suddenly drenched by gray-green water.

You’re on your feet in a matter of moments, joining the surge of Slytherins all scrambling to figure out something to do. The Prefects and older students walk towards the punctured windows, whipping out their wands and starting to murmur spells to stop the flood of water. You help them too, and soon enough the cracks have been sealed once more, although there’s still a pattern etched into the glass where the breaks had once been. It seems to be in the shape of a letter ‘W’ with a star on the right tip.

It makes you sick to your stomach, even as water continues to slosh against your ankles and shins. Someone’s starting to get rid of that, too, but it feels like all you can do is stare at the hair-thin etching. You know who did this, don’t you? He was talking to you about a new prank just an hour or so ago. You think you know what it is now.

A third-year shouts that the boys’ and girls’ dorms had the same thing happen to their windows, and you race up the stairs, going door by door to help stop most of the damage. You stop by your year’s dorm room soon enough, and feel your entire body ache with horror as you look at the aftermath of all that water.

It gets cold down here in the dungeons, so you’d had a quilt from home stretched out across your bed. It was a beautiful emerald green, made for you by your grandmother with the magic of generations of your family. It had been your favorite thing on this earth other than your wand, but it’s in ruins now. The once pristine stitches have grown waterlogged, the colors leaching away as you watch.

The quilt has been yours for quite a long time, and the water forces itself into every wound that time has dealt the fabric, shriveling and staining wherever it can. Perhaps if the seams hadn’t been quite so worn, if the cloth hadn’t received quite so much use, the water wouldn’t have been able to deal this much damage. If you hadn’t loved the quilt as deeply as you have, it might have survived.

You stare at it uncomprehendingly. There are no existing patterns to remake it, and the fabrics have long since stopped being produced. This was all you had, and it’s now gone. Your friends from your year appear in the doorway, and you watch them go through similar bouts of grief for books, photos, mementos that have now been too damaged by water to function properly anymore.

You swallow hard. “How do we fix all of this?”

One of your friends turns to look at you, and you shrink beneath the weight of her stare. “You tell me, Y/N. The one who did this was your boyfriend.”

That should cut, you think, and it does on some level, but you’re already feeling so betrayed and useless that you hardly feel the blood leave you.

Instead, you shake your head. “Not for long.”

George Weasley looks surprised when you slam the dripping, wrecked mass of what had once been your grandmother’s quilt down onto the table in front of him. Word has not yet gotten out about the prank, the Slytherins always keep to themselves even through catastrophe, but George knows. His eyes have already started to color with guilt.

“What is this?” He asks, voice deceptively casual.

You look at him coolly. “You tell me. Does this look like your protection, your safety? Whatever happened to making sure I was never affected by your pranks?”

George’s eyes widen now that he’s had final confirmation that this is his fault. “Y/N– this wasn’t supposed to happen–”

Your voice is strong where his is not, deadly cold. “No, it wasn’t, was it? Yet it did. You already walked me down to the door of my common room today so you could scout out the place one last time before the prank started, I’m surprised you messed it up this badly. I mean, what did you even think was going to happen? You’d flood our dorms and we’d all laugh about it?”

George quails beneath the sheer fury in your gaze. “It wasn’t supposed to be that much, I swear. Only the common room. None of the personal possessions were supposed to be damaged.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “Yeah, that might have happened. Only problem is that none of us can spare a single spell towards our own stuff because we’re trying to fix our own common room. I can’t believe you. Usually, you at least pretend your work is funny, but this? This is cruel. I want no part of this.”

George lurches to his feet, a look of dread in his eyes when he realizes what you mean. “Y/N, what are you saying?”

You scoff. “Merlin, do I have to spell everything out for you? I’m sick of this. Sick of feeling like I always have to pick you over my house. You want to dedicate your life to making all Slytherins miserable? Fine, but I’m a Slytherin too. I have spent months making sure that you’ll be able to have your pranks and me, that you’ll never feel the slightest bit of guilt for hurting my friends. I’m done with that. If you want to suddenly develop a conscience, you’ll have to do that without me holding your hand.”

George rears back. “Stop trying to make me a monster, Y/N. I’m not like that.”

“Oh, but I am, aren’t I?” You say. “I’m a Slytherin, and you’ll never be able to deal with that if it ever comes between you and your pranks. Tell you what, George, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Do what you will, but I’m not helping you anymore.”

You start to turn around, and George shouts desperately at your back. “So what now? You’re breaking up with me because of one prank?”

“No,” you proclaim with shoulders still raised, “I’m breaking up with you because of all of them. I want no more of this, George. I want no more of you.”

He doesn’t try to keep you back after that, and you walk away, ruined quilt in hand. The Slytherin common room is still trying to put itself back together, and you join the masses in casting spell after spell without another word. You can see your friends shooting each other stunned looks out of the corner of your eye, but they must be able to tell what you’ve done, because they stand by you without another word.

The friend who’d confronted you earlier holds out her hand for your quilt. “I’ve learned a few spells about repelling water in the last half hour,” she says, “Let me see what I can do.”

You hand the damaged wad of fabric over to her without another word. She smiles at you tentatively, and after a second, you smile back. Your house is your family, it always will be, and family has your back. That’s what George doesn’t get about why he can’t just separate you out from the other Slytherins: there is no them and you, just one great group of people. You’re not leaving them, but you are leaving him.

It takes a while to put the Slytherin common room back together. The teachers help out once they learn of what’s happened, and after a few days, you’d never know anything happened. The ‘W’ is gone from the windows, and all is back to normal.

All is normal, that is, except for you and George. You refuse to even look at him, and stalk past groups of Gryffindors without a backward glance, despite his numerous attempts to call out to you. You don’t think he realized how serious you were about leaving him. Perhaps even you didn’t know how serious you were, but you’re sticking to it now. He doesn’t get to disrespect you and your friends like that and still have you on his arm after the dust settles.

That isn’t to say that you don’t miss him, though. You’ll be in class and absentmindedly turn to him to share a joke you’ve just thought of, only to remember that he’s across the room and trying his best to not stare at you. You keep acting on autopilot, walking halfway to the library before you realize that he won’t be waiting for you anymore.

The school is far more lonely without him, even without the entirety of Slytherin House at your back. You have always been too greedy when it comes to life, you want your bright sunshine and rainbows without the storms, the top grades in a class without the hours put into studying. You want George without the Hogwarts house divisions, a universe in which you can pick and choose everything you have ever loved. Even with all your blind ambitions, that’s still too much for the world to give you.

Still, that isn’t to say that George hasn’t been trying just as hard as you to reroute fate. You’re walking back to your common room after class one day when he appears by your side, a slight hitch in his step the only sign that he isn’t totally confident to approach you after everything.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says, voice a little too casual, “I’ve been wrong. Very wrong. Even before the prank.”

You shoot him a curious glance, but he keeps his gaze locked dead ahead. After a moment, he continues on.

“I can’t expect you to put up with me unfairly targeting your house. It’s not like you stop being a Slytherin when you’re with me, and I can’t treat you in that way. I want you to know that I’ve talked to Fred and we’re going to back off. Everyone gets hit or no one does. That’s how it should always have been.”

You nod carefully. “And what about the rest of your house? What do they say to that?”

“Well,” Fred says, something almost like a smile pricking at his lips, “My friend Lee Jordan said that I could join Slytherin myself if it meant I would stop moping about. Apparently, I’m really bringing down the vibe of the whole house.”

That makes you laugh, even though you try to silence the sound as soon as it comes out. You can see George’s stature shift once you do, relaxing imperceptibly.

“You were right, though. I never should have done any of that. It was too strong a prank. You don’t owe me your forgiveness, but I want you to know that I’m sorry. Really, truly sorry. That’s all.”

He starts to walk away, but you pick up your pace so you’re side by side again.

“I accept your apology,” you say, and George whips around to look at you at last.

“Really?” He asks, eyes alight with hope.

“Really,” you confirm. “I’ve missed you, George. All I needed to know is that you’d change, and you have. I never thought you would.”

“Neither did I,” George confesses, “but I realized that I’d do just about anything to get you back. Turns out it feels a lot better if I don’t lock myself up within all those house rivalries. There’s a lot less guilt.”

You smile. “See? What did I tell you?”

George laughs. “You were right as always. I’ll never dare to doubt you again.”

He’s grinning, though, and you are too.

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theflyingfeeling · 1 year

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☀️ "it's always sunny in Stockholm" ☀️

aka a concert report from Fryshuset Klubben, Stockholm, 1.3.2023

Travelling to our final destination (Stockholm city centre) did not go without hassle (wrong gate at the airport, delays with the commuter train to the city centre, trouble figuring out the venue etc., BC would've been proud!) but everything did work out eventually and we were in good spirits! 🥰

Speaking of the venue, I think none of us would've foreseen that listening to that one song in 2021 would lead us to hang out in the backyard of some random school in Stockholm, but that's where we were, and had good laughs there too :') <3

The venue was small intimate and not full, which to us in the audience was great (it wasn't cramped nor too hot), although for BC's sake I would've hoped there would've been a little bigger turn-up (especially considering at least half of the audience were Finnish fans 😂). They didn't seem to mind though; the show was as 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 as their shows always are

But before I talk about the show, I must once more advertise the support act! Not gonna lie, I had a minor heart attack when hours before the gig, BC posted an IG story starting with the words "due to an illness...", because them cancelling the gig would've been just the cherry on the top of the day we had had already, but it thankfully was Eyes Wide Open that had had to cancel at last minute. A band called Those Without was asked to fill in and boy am I thankful for the universe for this!! 😭🙏 They were so damn good!! I remember listening to their first song and going "huh! this ain't that bad actually" and wondering if it's just that one song, but no, all the other ones they played were great as well, which made me so happy 💖 It was a little funny when the band came on though; they just walked to the stage very unceremoniously and we weren't quite sure whether they were still doing the preperations until they started playing 😂 The singer was cute af, the bassist sang a bit, they were so chill and SO GRATEFUL to be there and just kept thanking BC for this opportunity and us the audience for being so nice to them, and all I wanted to scream was "no, thank YOU!!" because they really made my little punk pop/rock heart burst with love 🥺 If you're into early Mayday Parade / The Maine / Yellowcard -esque stuff, definitely check them out!

Blind Channel was Blind Channel, meaning they were wonderful amazing brilliant and it was great seeing them again 💞 We were ~4th row, there were a few tall people directly in front of us but at least I ended up having a great view to the stage in the end. The stage was high enough and close enough to the audience for me to be able to see their tattoos in detail and I remember admiring Joel's heart tattoo and Olli's three swords (god bless the inventor of sleeveless shirts eh? 🥵)

Random moments I remember include Olli falling asleep/zoning out during Autopsy (he didn't look up at the "HEY!!" part, or maybe he just forgot 😂 (I have video proof lol)) and Joel doing the tiniest snake dance during Snake (it looked like he wasn't going to do it, but then he couldn't help himself, I hope someone captured this 🥺🙏) + the moments in the videos I've posted

They're all so gorgeous but Olli 😩😩😩😩😩 he's so fucking beautiful I have a scheduled meltdown about it on a normal day, but during the show it's just 💦💦💦💦💦💦 all the time 💀 he trousers he was wearing were so tight cool and the sleeveless shirt had me by the pussy swooning 🫠

Flatline is awesome live, including the silly dance, even if in the audience you can't do it as "big" as you're supposed to. No bruise on my left tiddy though, I guess it takes more than one concert for one to appear, so BC should maybe consider wearing some padding on their chests for that 😆👀

After the gig we had an "after party" in a rock bar somewhere in Stockholm (not sure which district). I think here it's relevant to mention that in the queue there was this nice Swedish metal dude standing behind us and probably unwillingly listening to us as we were speaking a merry mix of English and Finnish, and eventually he started chatting with us and ended up joining us inside the venue and even showing us the way to one of his favourite bars when we asked for recs and he also came in for a few drinks with us despite having work the next day (he had also been at the venue the day before to see Sleeping With Sirens and was still wearing the same makeup from that gig 😂👌)

At the same bar there was also Henrik from Amaranthe (who none of us would've recognized if the Swedish metal dude hadn't started fangirling about him 😂)

All in all I had such a fun time on this 24-hour trip and I'm so happy I decided to go. Some of you know how stressed out I was about it; I'm so thankful to anyone who had to listen to me rant my heart out about it. I'm happy to tell you that the experience I had was totally worth it <3

Thank you so incerdibly much to all you guys who were with me at any point of this trip, it wouldn't have been the same without you (you all know who you are <3). Sorry if I was obnoxious or laughed too loudly, but I had such a shit weekend behind me and I was just so happy to get to see my favourite band and to hang out with all of you lovely people that I couldn't contain my excitement. Being there really meant so much to me, because this band and the community we have built around it truly is one of the few lights at the end of the never-ending tunnel I often get lost in. I know this sounds silly and I'm probably being selfish but it made me so sad when BC said they won't be doing that many shows in Finland this summer. Yes, I completely understand that they're aiming for an international career and I'm fully supporting their plans to take over the world (I'm not one of those Finnish fans), and yes, I am aware that as a Finnish fan I'm immensely priviledged as it is and that I've had many more opportunities to see them than most fans living elsewhere have had. This may sound pathetic (or at least I feel pathetic about it), but I really don't have much else going on for me other than BC and everything related to it (nothing that gives me as much serotonin, that is), and if I don't get to see them next summer... I don't know what I'll do. Summers are a bit difficult for me for a variety of reasons, and last summer with all the BC shows was such a blessing, a wonderful distraction from my sad life and the fact that I'm nowhere near where I want to be, and I'm not sure if I can handle another lonely, grey summer and feeling like a failure every waking moment after having experienced all the fun last summer 💔

...so I guess I'm going on a road-trip around Europe next summer 🤔 Who's with me? 😌

#blind channel #the quote in the title © thisisntaparty 💛😌#please keep your eyes on niko on that video 😘#gifs coming up later maybe?#sorry not sorry for adding concert videos to my emotinal ramblings lol this is how i roll #ok to reblog though! 💗#gig reports by theflyingfeeling #my concert

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ladyknightellen · 2 months

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Ask Me Anything: WIP Ask Game

Edit: I was tagged by @junebugclaremontdiaz and didn’t see the tag until after I posted. Thanks for the tag!!🥰

I am taking an open tag from @anincompletelist and @nocoastposts I am currently procrastinating working on said wips so naturally I'm going to do this instead of actually writing them lol.

For the purposes of this game, I'll be a little more organized than I actually am and separate things into three categories:

-Active WIPs: Stories that I am either in the process of posting or that I have worked on within the last week.

-Drabbles: Anything that I've written at least a couple paragraphs of, but haven't worked on for at least a week. Some are from the Brownstone Servers weekly drabble prompts that I started expanding on, others are just random ideas that I actually wrote down.

-Ideas: These are the ones that are still floating around in my head that do not exist anywhere outside of my brain, or that I've only written a couple sentences of.

(The first two are the only one with definite titles, so for the rest of them I will be using 'Friends' episode titles or whatever nickname I've been calling it.)

The Next Step Is All You Can Take: Set immediately after the Lake House, but before Alex storms Kensington. Henry sees on the news that Alex has been injured in an attack, and immediately hops a plane to the US, where he discovers that Alex has been blinded. This fic is in progress and has 7 chapters posted so far.

Never Grow Up: A 3+1 fic that follows Alex and Henry as they discover that their daughter will be born with spina bifida and shows snapshots of their life from Daisy's birth to her dads dropping her off at college. This is a one shot, and technically it's already complete, but I fell in love with Daisy and I want to write more about FirstPrince girl dads because why not. I'm open to suggestions for this one.

The One Where Henry's Metaphor Is Not A Metaphor: What if Henry's story about 'the prince with his heart on the outside' was a bit more literal than it is in canon.

The One Where They're Both Disabled: I blame that 100 word drabble I did where I wrote Henry with a spinal cord injury and his wheelchair frame is painted to look like the 'Lover' album, somehow that turned into this. But yeah, it's exactly what it says on the tin. This will either be my magnum opus or I will crash and burn like Icarus. Only time will tell.

The Grey's Anatomy AU: Just so you know, I am playing fast and loose with both timelines in a massive way with this one. Basically it starts season 1 episode 1 and Alex and Henry are starting as interns with MAGIC. Henry is still a prince, and Alex is still the first son, but their lives took very different paths (obviously).

Tortall/RWRB Crossover: A crossover between RWRB and Tamora Pierce's 'Tortall' universe with a primary focus on 'The Protector of The Small' quartet. This might be one of the more chaotic ideas I've ever had, but if I ever manage to write it, this will be the first time I've written something in the fandom my username is inspired by.

What Happens After Hanahaki?: I'm just gonna give a quote for this one because it's one of my favorite bits that I've written in a while.

"When he’d arrived at the hospital, he had been desperate, praying that he wouldn’t be too late. The clock was ticking and as soon as he had taken Henry’s hand and showered his unconscious face with kisses, one by one his vital signs started to return to a normal range, and a scan later confirmed what they already knew; the flowers growing in Henry’s lungs were gone. He was going to live, crisis abated and true love won out in end, but then the second nightmare began."

The One Where Henry Is Deaf: This started a 100 word drabble for the Brownstone Server's weekly prompt 'Enamored'. Basically Henry is Deaf, and when Alex saw his picture in J14 and read the interview about him and was smitten immediately, so naturally, he learned BSL for totally unrelated reasons of course. (canon doesn't mention an interview, but there's an interview because I said so)

The One Where Alex Has Epilepsy: Henry taking care of Alex when he has a seizure. That's it, that's the fic.

The One Where Alex And Henry Decide To Terrorize A Poor Unsuspecting Professor At NYU: I cannot for the life of me remember where this idea came from, but what if Henry got his Masters at the same time Alex is in law school and they decided to take a random class together. Chaos ensues.

The One Where Henry Realizes He's Left Handed: This is another one I have no idea where it came from, but the idea is that royals would totally do that thing where they train someone to be right handed like they used to do back in the day. So what if they did it to Henry and he didn't realize it until he was an adult?

Polseres Vermelles AU: This is the newest entry on the list, as in, I literally started thinking about it today. If you don't already know, Polseres Vermelles is a show about six teenagers who are all in the hospital for various reasons that become friends, if you did already know, please message me because we are now best friends.

There's more, but this post is too long already, but please ask me anything about whichever one you want to know more about. I'm willing to share snippets or just answer questions about any of them!

Consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to participate because I am the 'you have to invite me in like a fae creature' brand of autistic and the idea of actually tagging a specific person in something like this stresses me out.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince #wips and ufos #wip tag game #wip game #wip ask game #rwrb wip

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spilledmilkfkdies · 1 year

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I am sincerely asking you to rant under this ask about the Wizards 🥰 I would like to see it. -Jester

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Some of these things have been said before, some even by me, but I'm just gonna hGVHVhbb it all in here anyway-

The wizards were done DIRTY

And I'm not just saying that because favouritism, they were genuinely done dirty in more ways than one. I'm gonna try to avoid jumping from point to point and make it all cohesive and whatnot, but if it happens, it happens:

Their set up was good. Fairy hunting wizards who basically won and are the reason there is no magic on Earth anymore is neat.

Did there have to be a reason for that? Not really. But besides the messy 'if they thought Bloom was the last Earth fairy, why did they only come for her now?', it doesn't exactly harm anything either, at least it's not as egregious as some other things that were added over the course of the show imo-

Really, Earth basically had its own conflict kinda separate from the magical dimension, which is fine.

But this is more or less also where the problem starts? See, the conflict by itself is so very interesting and filled with potential, yet we don't get to hear a lot about it. Which honestly harms the season as a whole, but definitely the wizards as characters and villains. For when the exposition was scraped from the funky season lore blender, the majority of their motivation seems to have been left behind, stuck to the inside of the blender. And that is not good.

If we take a step back and look at the things we've been told- Not shown. Told- It seems to be a rough mix of them wanting to control nature, rule the planet, those things- But? Why? And?? Not really?

I think 'why' as a question speaks for itself, like what would make them try to achieve those rough yet basic goals. I don't feel like those goals are even what they were doing though lowkey? Because yeah, it's not 100% clear how much time has passed between them locking away the Earth fairies and them coming after Roxy, and you could argue that they were too caught up with the hunt to ever get to ruling the planet- But all of that aside. They're really just not. Ruling the planet. They are hanging out. Good for them but huh.

Y'know it's also interesting how, after mostly achieving the 'no more Earth fairies' part of their ''plan''- What, realistically, kept them from continuing their hunt on different planets? Was it Roxy? Would they have kept going after that? Would they even be able to?

Because when Bloom gets sucked into the portal and it doesn't work, Ogron tells the other wizards that "It's the universe spirits, the Circle has rejected her." Sir? The what? These are NEVER brought up again, and some might consider that basic first episode bs and it was simply written out- But in terms of reasoning why they only go after Earth fairies, it's more or less all we got. So is it safe to say there is some sort of entity connected to the Circle that rejects certain fairies? Then why would their fairy magic immunity cover fairies as a whole? Or is that not connected in any way for whatever reason?

It sucks because the scenario of the wizards not being able to drain any fairy that isn't from Earth, as well as the one where it's a conscious decision because their conflict is with Earth fairies and not anyone else, are good?? You could do stuff with either?? If the Circle does have an entity that limits them, does that mean they got their task from someone else? If the fairies of Earth are their only enemies, what's the reason for that? If the show wasn't so horrified by the idea of fleshing out the wizards as villains specifically, we could've seen more of that side of the Earth fairies that was ever so shyly hinted at when they got mad at humanity for ''abandoning them''. So really, a better season overall- But I digress.

Can we also acknowledge how there are no proper interactions between the wizards and the major fairies?? Like you can't just say "She hates us!!" then have the most normal conversation I've ever seen right after pls- Y'all have HISTORY. SHOW US. One little fight with a possessed Roxy does not count.

Moving on to the wizards as characters, in terms of personality and dynamic with each other- As much as I want to disagree with the pretty common take of them being bland and forgettable, there's a reason I've seen maybe 40 different character interpretations for each of them, and rarely having a moment of 'hey, that doesn't fit at all'. Because there is just so much room to add stuff. Pretty significant stuff. That you can just give them. And it would work. Which is fun, but I don't think it's a good sign per se.

Funnily enough!! Someone who doesn't seem to be good at doing this is Rainbow themselves!!

I cannot say with full certainty when some of these things were written, maybe they were made as the characters were created, I don't know- What I can say however, is that it was released separately from the show and some of it simply does not work. Whether it was sadly forgotten about during the writing of the season, or it was created afterwards in an attempt to add some characterization, not all of it clicks. It's a shame watching some of this stuff be reduced to fun facts that nobody who doesn't already somewhat care for the wizards would ever go looking for, when it should've just been in the season itself to begin with.

Can I also just mention how I find it funny that they took one of the few things people generally seem to like about the wizards as a group, that being how they really seem to care about each other, and decided to just write over that? Lmao?? Like you though they were friends? Wrong <3 Ogron is using them <3 And Duman hates Gantlos and Anagan so they decided to just hate him back <3

Anyway, I really would have liked some solid personality when it mattered most, but asking that when they were written to suddenly not care about the death of one of their own, and were referred to as 'Ogron and his men' so often that people don't know/want to know the other wizards' names, it's probably too big of an ask. But this ties in with the motivation point-

I want to know who they are!! Why are they hunting fairies!! What are their thoughts about the past!! Which major fairy did they struggle with most when in battle!! Why do they keep hiding in the smelliest places when Duman has sensitive animal senses!! Last one I'm extra curious about tbh, it feels cruel.

Idk how to smoothly transition to this point, I'm sleepy and not sure where to put it- But why do the wizards fight so poorly? For people with as much experience as them, of course. That's like one of the few things we are told about them all the time, they're supposed to be experienced. They got foiled by an actual dog btw. It's so obvious the Winx were written to be weaker at the start of season 4, like the issue was with them and it was bad. I know it's probably hard to make any enemy feel like a proper threat after the delicious meal that was Valtor, but surely there's a better way to do it than this? Insert situational transformation point, kinda-

Do not let their experience be a lie, is what I'm trying to say. You did it in the show, you did it in the comics, you did it in the games- Stop it. You want 4 successful war lords that have been around each other long enough to work well as a team and have become a no no topic on other planets because of how much of a threat they are? It sounded like that's what you wanted. So why didn't you commit? Cowards? Is that what you are? Are you cowards?

I'm not sure if I said everything I wanted to say but this ask has been awaiting an answer for a good while and I'm very sleepy. If I think of anything else or suddenly remember stuff I'll throw it somewhere mwah <3

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btssavedmylifeblr · 2 years

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Hi Bee, I hope you’ve been doing well and been taking care of yourself! 🥰💜

So, I have a question and because you’re always so good at sharing your wisdom, I thought I might ask you. Since graduating from university, my path has been really up and down so I spent time focusing on applying for jobs and then reconnecting with my family after not seeing them properly for a few years, as they live in a different country. Then the pandemic hit and I basically saw no one apart from my family for two years. Then I came back to the city where I studied and now work. I’m a lawyer, so my job is really all-consuming. I’ve been in this job for just over a year and I feel like all I’ve been doing is working. I feel like I’ve lost myself. I don’t even know where to start because it feels like I can’t even make commitment to hobbies or people in case I’ll have to change things around for work. I really want a romantic partner and I’d love to fill my life with more things I enjoy. But I’m just so tired by the time it comes to the weekend and I usually have to work during it too. I live alone and barely see anyone outside of work anymore. I don’t even know what to do because my job is so high pressure and all-consuming but I’m also so devoid of joy in my life. I need to make changes but I don’t even know where to start when I’m so exhausted. Sorry that was a roundabout ramble. Anyway, thank you for giving me this space and I hope you have a wonderful weekend. 💜💜💜

As someone who just quit their own job because it wasn’t working with the life I want to live, I have many thoughts! Feel free to take whatever is useful to you and leave the rest.

1. The first few years after graduating from school were the hardest years of my life. And I hear that sentiment echoed from many people going through it now as well, especially with the pandemic and everything that has been happening in the last two years. So it is totally normal that it has been hard and it doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong. Establishing a career and figuring out how to live your life on your own as an adult is very challenging! It makes sense that you are exhausted!!

2. When I was first starting out in my career, I thought that I had to take everything on myself. That I had to do everything perfectly and respond to every email and take on every additional responsibility I was offered. I didn’t want to ask for any help because I didnt want them to think I couldn’t do the job. But then I started to forget things and miss deadlines because I was just doing too much and my boss actually pulled me aside and was like “you have to ask for help if you need it” and I had never realized that was option!

3. Related to point #2, when I was starting out, I thought that if I drew boundaries around what work I would do or what time I would spend at work, that people would value me more for being such a hard worker. But as I’ve advanced in my career, I discovered that setting clear boundaries with people, like “i’m not going to answer emails on the weekend” or “if it’s urgent you need to come talk to me instead of email me” actually then made me respect me more. Like they would be a bit bothered about it at first but they would live with it and work around it and I would do my job better, which is what really made more valuable. So don’t be afraid to say no sometimes or draw some boundaries around the less valuable parts of your job.

4. In contemplating my own career goals, I recently read Daniel Pink’s book Drive and found it super useful. He talks about how people need three things from their jobs to feel energized and motivated: 1. Autonomy over their task, time, technique, and team 2. Mastery - the feeling of being good at what you do/able to improve over time 3. Purpose - connection to why your work is meaningful. In my own job, the thing that was really missing was autonomy over my time and task. In the book, he actually specifically calls out lawyers as having a poor relationships with their work because the construct of the billable hour prevents them from having autonomy over their time. But one could have all of these things at work and still be burnt out if the workload is just too much.

5. It may be good idea to ask directly if there is any way to reduce your workload. Most employers would rather retain the employees they have than try to find and hire new people and may be more willing to negotiate than you think.

6. Try to find something that brings you joy and is entirely yours. For me, this is writing about BTS, but anything joyous and creative would work. It doesn’t matter if you only have a couple of hours a month for it, because there’s no expectations. Dont fall into the trap of thinking that hobbies are only valuable if you do them consistently or perfectly. If it makes you happy and gives you a break, it’s worth it.

I hope you find some peace and rest soon! 💜

#ask bee

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sunymar · 1 year

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16 and…. 43 🥰🥰🥰

hiii 🥰🥰🥰

16. how many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? share one of them?

i'm currently working on three wips. one is modern au lamen where auguste asks damen to take care of his little brother (i shared a small excerpt here), the other is set in canon universe and is damen domming laurent after a long day 🥰🥰 and there's ribbons involved. the third and last one is the one i have written the least for, but it's modern au, damen sees auguste's little brother for the first time after seven years and is immediately besotted and almost gets laurent killed by accident while trying to woo him (he's okay in the end but it surely is a scare) ideas, though. i have so many hahaha but the ones i'm the most excited for are this au where it's normal for male akielon 'brothers of the soul' (basically nik and damen) to kiss on the lips and make out sometimes and this gets laurent all hot and bothered every single time of course. and then a couple a/b/o aus, lately i'm very attracted to the idea of omega damen/omega laurent building nests together and spending their heats together or alpha damen/alpha laurent fighting over dominance 🙈🙈 oh, and of course, there's a hybrid kitty laurent idea waiting for my attention. 43. do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "if you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

ommmg hahahaha i think you caught me there!! yes, i really do enjoy hurting my faves so much 😔😔❤️ i think the most appealing part of writing them in pain/discomfort is how it puts them in a vulnerable position against their will. it's why i particularly love doing it to characters that are very powerful but emotionally repressed and that hold a lot of authority and always want to be in control such as laurent, because it leaves them with no choice but to let their loved ones fuss over them (and that means the one taking care of them gets to be stern about it too if they get difficult). all pain i inflict on my characters must be reversible though, nothing lasting, it must be something that can be soothed with pampering later (because i have a very hard time with heavy angst like character death), which is why i love impact play/domestic discipline and sickfics. i'm very weak for hurt/comfort, and for the 'i'm sorry but this is for your own good' trope it's just ❤️❤️

#thank you for these!#ask response #captive prince

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How has your day been so far, sweetheart?<3 also im ngl sometimes when i listen to Igual Que Un Ángel by Kali Uchis i think of you🫣

I'd trust you with my life if i ever blacked out tbh! I dont trust many people around me when im drunk but you give off a really safe feeling so if it were just us two i would maybe over do it on the alcohol 🫣 the thought of being hung over is so scary to me tbh!! I never wanna be hung over! And if i drink on an empty stomach im fucked like im just real drunk off one shot its not fair 🙄 i hope you'd have fun with us if you got drunk with us!! but im ngl i think i was a lil weird last night due to unfortunately getting a bit horny but y'know thats life😩 im just glad my friends werent able to tell cause that's between me and whoever i wanna tell. Normally though we are just big dorks abour anime, movies, and random tv shows, and i cant shut up about music half the time. 🤭

Im the same way!! i just unfortunately occasionally have some like autism/adhd moments where suddenly ive focused too much on trying to actively listen and end up not listening, so if i ask you to repeat yourself a few times its either bc of that or the fact that my audio processing stuff is kinda crazy at times. But i know i'll enjoy hearing you talk<3

Tease me as much as you want to<3 and by all means go ahead and be a menace. Either way im gonna end up with my fingers inside you🥰 i wanna make you melt, i wanna see just how much you need someone inside of you<33

Its sweet that you wanna spoil me<3 like it feels like a crime that youre calling me kind when you keep talking about taking care of me and spoiling me and im just saying nice things. Like i should be taking care of you, youre the princess here sweetheart<3 and i swear to you im thriving under any circumstance, the universe wakes me up every morning by gently kissing my eyelids hehe🤭

I hope to show you my smile and see yours, i dunno how you feel about video calls, but maybe when im comfy with it and if youre comfy with it (and after ive been in your dms a little while) we can do a lil video call! Just an innocent little hang out between a butch and a pretty girl<3 I'll let you know if you feed it too much in that case, I could use a lil more confidence just not too much. I can teeter on the edge of entitlement if i let it go too far, and i hate who i am when i act entitled like that version of me is such a dick and not even in a hot way.

its been okay, ive been studying all day because i have a big exam on monday which is soooo boring but im trying my best! and omg i just listened to the song and its so pretty!! im really honored that you think of me 🥺☺️ ive listened to a few of kali uchis stuff and its sooo good!!

aww yes i take care of my people!! im the mom friend so i gotta make sure everyone is alive and safe! but hehe i hope u werent horny because of me 🫣 if it was then oopsies sorry babe! and i love big lil dorks!! im a lil nerd myself so i totally understand!!

its okay i know what u mean! i have auditory processing issues too but im very understanding and well always do as asked so u never have to worry being around me!

ahh youre soo swoon worthy, i want you inside me now!!!! 🥺

youre saying nice things because you are nice and kindhearted! plus i just like seeing other happy!! and we can take care of each other!! none of that one way shit!!! its give and take!! hehe im kissing u on the nose and temple rn 😘

yes yes i love video calls, im the type who if u give me permission to call u whenever, ill learn ur schedule and just ft out of the blue bc i miss ur face and presence. i know how u feel tho so please take ur time!! hehe handsome butch and a pretty princess on the phone is too powerful tho, everyone else needs to watch out

okay i understand!! but dont be too hard on yourself okay? u deserve good things

#ci answers #butch my beloved

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maracujatangerine · 3 years

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40. Reading together

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, scars

The grey light of the overcast day filtered in through the tall bay window of the library. Next to the window was a carefully crafted reading nook. A low bench with blue pillows embedded into the bookshelf with enough space for several people to sit comfortably, leaning against the dark grey, felt-like cloth that covered the wall and the edges of the bookshelves that faced towards the bench. The nook was partly separated from the rest of the library by a huge dracaena plant in a white, plastic planter.

Coriander was sitting on the bench, in between a young brown-haired and blue-eyed boy and a girl of approximately the same age with black hair tied up in a braid and dark brown eyes focused on the book in her lap.

”…. and the bl…blue-eyed cat led all the cats to the…. the Land of Many Mice, and they lived hap… happily ever after. The end.” The girl turned the last page and closed the book. She looked up at Cory.

“W-well done, Miss Fatima.” Coriander said. “Y-you read it very well.” The pet was uneasy about sitting on the bench with the children, but they had told the pet that it needed to see the pictures, too.

The boy looked up at Cory, at the pet’s brown collar with the silver gleaming in the light from the window.

“What kind of of pet are you, really? Is it like you are a cat or a dog?”

“This pet is a human pet, but… but it is more like a dog, probably” Doing what it is told.

The both kids mulled that over for a bit.

Then, the girl, looking at Cory’s wrist, carefully traced the deep scar with a small finger. Her olive skin contrasting with the pet’s light tan.

Coriander would have struggled with keeping in place, but Miss Lydia had been touching those scars so often, not hurting the pet and not seeming disgusted by its ugliness. So now, having someone else touch them felt … okay. Normal.

“Did it hurt?” The girl asked. “I have a scar, do you want to see? I fell from the sofa and needed three stitches!” She exclaimed the last proudly, showing three fingers in the air. Then, she pushed back her bangs to reveal a thin, white scar next to her hairline.

The boy, not to be outdone, showed a plaster with cute white cartoon characters on his knee.

“Yesterday, at lunch, we were playing in the school yard and I fell and scraped my knee and then I got this plaster.” He looked at Coriander’s scarred wrists. “Did you get a plaster?”

The pet swallowed, its mouth suddenly dry.

”It… it did hurt, a lot. This pet didn’t get a plaster.”

Coriander paused for a while, remembering Miss Indira carefully treating and bandaging its wounds. “I-it did get a plaster later, though.”

Coriander looked down at the book in the boy’s lap. “Now, Master Michael, this pet believes that it is your turn to read.”

The boy opened the colourful book and began haltingly. ”Far.. far out in the o…ocean, where the water is blue…”

@mazeish This one is for you! 🥰 I hope you’ll like it!

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