have officially returned back home .. so I’m thinking that this is the start of me coming back. what do we think?

reading bride from ali hazelwood and muse for lowe slowly is rising …

or muse for any type of werewolf plot

i think … maybe it’s time i come back 👀

maybe time for a little reboot

hi my lovelies , I am still here and thriving!! I finished my paralegal certification two weeks early and passed, still babysitting and living away from home so life has been hectic.

However, I am more active and have been writing on discord, so if you’re interested and wanted to write on discord / continue some threads there I’d be more than happy too!

Just let me know and I’ll message you with my discord !

hi , I want to say I still am here , I’ve been in New Hampshire since December 15th babysitting my niece and nephew and spending time with my sister, so activity has been kinda slim but yes, I am still here incase anyone was wondering!

sorry for being somewhat absent , I’m currently in New Hampshire and I’m the new nanny for my niece and nephew 3 days a week so life has been a little hectic trying to get used to everything / take care of them !

replies are being worked on when i have time and such so!

it was almost ironic how closely he was being monitored by the team who was thinking of signing him. he assumed all that mattered was how well he played, his grades remained steady and he didn't go around doing anything illegal. sleeping around certainly was not illegal, however, when he was pulled into that office he was made to believe otherwise. but now here he was, knowing he needed to shape up, prove to the team that wanted him that he could be a team player, that he was able to change his ways, and sitting in front of him was the key to all of that. a proposal, which was now slowly turning into something else. they could help each other, make sure lines don't get crossed into something they shouldn't be. just two friends helping each other out. 〝 okay.. okay.. I can get behind some of those rules. 〞 he glances around the library before sliding out of his seat, moving to sit down next to her, turning his notebook and grabbing his pen to begin their new list. 〝 we also need a story of how we got together, something simple so we can stay on the same page, and people don’t ask too many questions. 〞 tapping the pen again, ronan begins writing on the piece of paper, keeping his voice quiet as he turns to look at her. 〝 rule number one, no one can know that this is fake. it stays between us, no close friends, no family, no diary, nothing. 〞

knew her parents would be happy about this, if they decided to actually do it. that she finally started to settle down and left behind the idea of starting something for herself. that she would finish college, sure, and then settle down with her new found boyfriend & the idea that she would work and not rely on a boyfriend or, more preferably, a husband, was out the window. this was just to get them off her back. she could work on her studies and not get nagged about it, every time she go home or talk to them on the phone. hands fold on the desk infront of herself & there is a small nod of her head. rules. some rules in place, just so they knew what they were getting into. well, knew what she was getting herself into, but what to expect from all of this.     ❝   yeah.   ❞      be his girlfiend to help his reputation, so he could get drafted to the team he wanted. and she could coast through college, without having to worry about her parents jumping down her throat every time they interact. small shrug as he leans closer, but probably a good idea keeping it low so she lean a little closer too. ❝   simple things. like . . . i don't know. no telling anyone, not even our best friends or family. no kissing unless it's absolutely necessary. no sleeping around because people talk. no catching feelings, and have a period of time before a potentional fake breakup so you don't get caught off guard.   ❞

one liner starter. i’m working on some asks i owe but if anyone wants a one line starter, like the post. mention your muse(s) & my muse(s) you’re interested in writing with.

conversations with his coaches were one thing. he could handle those, they knew about his stats, his grades. all it took was one easy trip down to his advisors office. his coaches he knew since freshman year.. the team that wanted to draft him, he was walking eggshells around. after being pulled into the coaches office, ronan assumed they would be talking about game tapes, however, walking out of there he knew he needed to shape up his act otherwise he wouldn’t be playing professionally. no more sleeping around, no more puck bunnies, nothing. ronan knew he needed to prove himself, so when he ranted to his friend one day in their crim class, he never expected this sort of reaction from her. eyes moving over the pages in his book, hands gently writing on the notebook, he glances up when she takes up the chair in front of him, half expecting it to be another girl on campus trying to talk to him. letting out a relieved sigh, ronan runs his hands down his face, before tapping his pen against the oak desk. 〝 rules? like a… 〞 he quiets his voice, leaning slightly closer to her, 〝 do’s and don’t of fake dating? you pretend to be my girlfriend to help my reputation i pretend to be your boyfriend, depends what’s on these rules. 〞

@direodes

it was something she read about in books, the fake dating thing. at first she thought it was a stupid idea, it couldn't possibly work. but he needed to clean up his act if he wanted to play professionally & she just wanted her family off her back, until she is done with college. figure out something, just for herself and leave all their expectations behind. it's perfect. in some ways at least. unless someone found out. or someone caught feelings. or it came in the way or something in either of their lives. so . . . need some rules. she thinks. if she'll consider doing this. really commit to it. find him in the library & sitting down across him, she watch him for a moment after putting her bag down on the floor. maybe he's thought about it. really thought about it, and found it silly. stupid. but she really think it could work out, for both of them. and if he has changed his mind since the last time they talked about this, then she'll just kick him under the table and leave, pretend he just doesn't exist in the near future.     ❝   so . . . if we're really doing this, i think we need some rules.   ❞

staring in the mirror, he fixes his tie for what seemed to be the millionth time that day, wanting to put on a good impression. this was the day he had been waiting for, ever since he put on a pair of skates as a child, listening to his name be called in a draft pick, walking the stage, finally playing professional hockey. he wanted to be exactly like his dad, skate like him, perform like him and yet, halfway through middle school, he switched positions, going from a defenseman to a forward. of course, a young oakley cried, thinking his father was going to be mad at the switch but the position suited him better. at the age of eighteen he fought tooth and nail with logan and grace, wanting to enter the draft and skip going to school for a degree, but like all things, they won that argument.

and he enjoyed briar, his time playing for coach jensen, being apart of a bigger team. yet for him, it wasn't enough. the frozen four win was everything to him, however, he made the decision to end his college career early and enter the draft himself. used his fathers agent, thank you to the man who hid the information from logan, entered himself in and was now a top prospect for first overall pick. oakley dropped out, came home for the summer and broke the news to his parents and sister. and now, standing in front of the hotel mirror, he was about to find out which nhl team he was going to be a part of.

this was the moment he had been waiting for, grateful that his family, even though situations were tense, had come to support him, to find out where he was going to end up playing. heading into the hotel lobby, hands smoothing themselves over his suit jacket, oakley smiles gently at his father and mother, glancing at blake briefly before his eyes found his fathers once more, looking for that approval. 〝 i could always end up in boston, 〞 he says gently, knowing that was highly unlikely. 〝 i just want you to be proud... excited for me. 〞

@afterevers oakley’s logan’s draft day

the frustration I feel , knowing I’m trying my hardest for this paralegal course but I keep getting 70%’s (which is technically considered passing because.. you need a 70 or higher to pass the assignment or you have to redo it) but it’s frustrating because I’ve been a student who hated getting below an A on any assignment

but also a part of me just .. does not care anymore and wants to be done so yay for passing

🌿🍒 indy + ryan

whoever decided it was a good idea to have a team christmas party had never spent an hour with chicago's basketball team. and whoever decided to combine that party with chicago's hockey team, well, was asking for trouble. already used to seeing his house decorated for the holiday, much to his dismay, he had enough of the holiday season and couldn't wait for it to be over. the tree was filled with presents for indy, stevie, zanders, and baby taylor, more so filled with presents for indy — he had no self control, yet the color was driving him mad. so when his team stated they were having a team christmas party with the raptors, he was inclined to say no, especially when they decided ugly christmas sweaters were involved, however, one look at indy and he was throwing on a sweater, heading to the bar that was rented out with her on his arm.

the night had been running smoothly ; zanders, ryan and rio taking up residence near one of the tables while the girls mingled with the other wives and girlfriends. somehow, ryan ended up with a santa hat on his head, nursing a beer and he found himself slipping a hand into the back pocket of indy's jeans, smiling down at her as he approached the bartender signaling another drink. 〝 you come here often? 〞 he teases, thanking the bartender, before glancing around when all the guys began yelling at him, looking up at the mistletoe hanging above them. sighing, he shakes his head, smile soft as he looks at his wife. 〝 first our house.. now here? why do i have a feeling you're bringing these places just so we have an excuse to kiss in public. 〞

my muses reaction to standing until the mistletoe with your muse … accepting

☕️   ─  drink something warm and/or festive ( oakley & willow )

it was surly a surprise coming out of practice one day and seeing his cousin standing near the locker room, a bright smile on her face. he had to do a double take, look around, make sure that she wasn't there for someone else. while things with his family were still rough, oakley was sure that perhaps he was looking at someone who happened to resemble his cousin. after all, he didn't have any real issues with his extended family, talked to gigi more than he did his own siblings, yet seeing willow in front of him, he was shocked.

he shows her around the city he had come to call his home, basking in the cool air of the city around them. oakley was thankful he was off for the next few days, no games and practices were limited so he could spend his time with his cousin before she ultimately had to return home. 〝 i’m glad you came to visit me.. 〞 he says gently, stopping at a little hot chocolate stand, paying for two before handing her the paper cup, his hands wrapping themselves around the cup as he leads her over to a little park bench to watch the skaters. 〝 i don't get many visitors these days. 〞

it’s christmas time symbols … accepting

🌿🍒 elena + nico

never truly had a family to celebrate the holiday’s with and even then, it always seemed like the perfect opportunity to catch someone off guard. they were always at their lowest, never expecting any of the made men to make an appearance. but it was always when he struck first. holiday’s that were meant to be celebrated were filled with bloodshed, and there was nothing sweeter than that. nico had an empire to run, a reputation to protect. except now, the tables had turned. instead of coming home to a rather empty house, he was coming home to his wife, a woman, donned sweet abelli, who was anything but. his crisp and pristine place was now littered with christmas decorations. and this year, he had someone to come home to. the holiday season wasn’t spent with such bloodshed anymore.

rubbing the blood of his hands onto a handkerchief to hide the coloring, nico made his way inside, taking a brief detour into his office to hide his gun and the stained cloth. god forbid he ruined her christmas traditions. fixing the sleeves of his dress shirt, he follows the sound of the christmas music, leaning against the door frame of their kitchen as he watches her, eyes drifting up towards the mistletoe hanging above him. 〝 so now i need a stupid plant to tell me when i can or cannot kiss my wife? 〞

my muses reaction to standing until the mistletoe with your muse … accepting

🛍   ─  go christmas shopping together ( carter & beckett )

something he looked forward to was spending time with his son. his only son. while they got enough of that when vincent was growing up, learning how to play hockey, there was still a longing there. carter watched his son go halfway across the country for school, and while he supported his son’s actions, to attend school in the states, there were consequences. he missed his son dearly. sure, he still had his wife and daughter there in vancouver, was still helping out the team he’d been apart of for years, now retired, but it just wasn’t the same. with the holiday’s coming up, his son coming home for break, it was the perfect opportunity for him to spend time with his son. what better way to do that then shopping for christmas presents.

〝 your mother has not told me what she wants for christmas this year, and every time i ask your sister, she gives me some insane long list that consists of items that scare me… 〞 carter chuckles, glancing over at his son as he pulls into the mall, hoping to find a good parking spot. 〝 you.. you’re easy.. them. I have no ideas. 〞

it’s christmas time symbols … accepting

some days I wish westlaw would just end me. these assignments are so complicated for no particular reason.

this is why I’ve been gone most of today. crying over my paralegal certification work.

🌿🍒 amelia & jake

〝 jakeyyyyyy!! you have to kiss her! 〞 the screech of his little cousin was enough to cause the hockey player to cover his ears as he glances up at the plant hanging above them. she seemed very persistent, her hands on her hips as she stares at her cousin, the adults around them chuckling as if to say there was no getting out of this one. even isaac could be heard laughing from across the room, jake shooting his best friend and teammate a glare before he wraps his arms around amelia’s waist, pulling his girlfriend flush against him. 〝 now.. the question is.. do i kiss her with tongue? 〞 he says loudly for everyone to hear, his younger cousins giggling, not knowing what they meant, isaac most likely covering his ears, even his parents scowling at their only son. eyes trained back on his girlfriend, the mistletoe hanging above them, a soft glow of the fireplace casting a soft gleam he smiles. 〝 what do you say, pretty girl? tongue, or keep it pg for the family? 〞

my muses reaction to standing until the mistletoe with your muse … accepting