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pongpalace · 6 years

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oooh how about “Is it too early to have a breakdown this week?”“It’s Monday.”“That doesn’t answer my question.” Maybe erm...Zimbits orrrrr NurseyRans, or Camilla/George? Any ship you want, really

ooooh, im always in a Camilla/George mood also on ao3)

George isn’t ashamed to admit it, but she’s cried over her job before.

The first time was when she got the Assistant GM position and became one of the first woman with such a high level management position in the NHL. Those were happy tears and came after years of fighting tooth and nail to get recognized for her hard work. Those tears happened in a bathroom stall of the rink she’d been at when she got the news, and also got her kleenex handed under the stall when the woman next to her heard and worried. Those tears make her smile now when she looks back on them, not least because she still has coffee with Tai when they’re in the same city.

She’s cried over trades, over wins, over loses, over shitty interns and shittier men who think they can do her job better (they can’t). She’s cried in the bathroom nearest her office, the ones down by the ice and locker rooms, and she’s cried in the car on her way home. George is an emotional person and managing a hockey team takes a lot out of her and her way of dealing with the emotions is crying.

Today’s tears are angry; borne from frustration with the job, on top of a day where everything that could’ve gone wrong has; a textbook case of the Mondays.

First, George came into work without coffee because she got distracted last night before she set the coffee maker and then Camilla distracted her again this morning, so George had to rush through her morning routine which left no time to wait for the coffee to percolate. Her regular Starbucks’ parking lot was under construction so she drove around it twice looking for the entrance to the before giving up and giving into the arena coffee that’s never very good, no matter who makes it.

She got to her office to find that something happened to her computer over the weekend, causing most of the files saved to her hard drive to corrupt. This wouldn’t normally have been such a big deal—she backs everything up onto an external hard drive daily—except last Friday’s hadn’t saved properly, so she lost all the progress she made on the quarterly players reports that are needed for tomorrow’s front office meeting. She had to work through her lunch to redo everything she did on Friday, forgoing the player development analysis that she was actually looking forward to working on. It was such a stupid, ridiculous, busy morning that she had to eat a cold, premade sandwich from the canteen during a business call with the league’s other assistant GM’s about new concussion protocols, a call that was basically a giant waste of time that could’ve been spent on one of the other many things on her to-do list because the league still doesn’t take concussions seriously enough.

The biggest catalyst for the tears happened after the business call though, at an afternoon scouting meeting. It took twice as long as it should’ve because one of the newer scouts hadn’t listened when George said she was looking for a two-way, fast blueliner to balance out Tater’s hard shot and his tendency to pinch up as a fourth forward, and instead brought in yet another big D-man who’d need to spend at least a season in the AHL developing his game before he’d be quick enough for the show, but “at least he used his body and had a good shot.” The scout argued with George about the poor kid’s chances in the NHL in front of the entire scouting team, management, and half of the coaching staff until other George, the Falcs’s GM, snapped at him and the meeting finished as quickly as possible. George has spent most of her NHL career sweating and bleeding to make the men in this stupid league take her seriously, and she’s been mostly successfully what with ten years as an Assistant GM under her belt. It’d been a while since someone had questioned her scouting decisions though, so the meeting knocked her back on her heels, and off balance in a way she hasn’t been in a long time.

George feels justified in kicking off her shoes the moment the door to her office closes behind her and she’s alone. They might scuff the wall a little bit, but it’s nothing that a purposefully placed plant can’t hide. George locks the door and leans back against it just as the tears spill over; a culmination of an absolutely shitty day, coming out in quiet tears and an unfortunate runny nose.

The Falconers have been a great organization to work with, and other George and the owners have made it clear that they have George’s back since she started with the organization, even before the team started playing into the postseason more often than not. It’s when new people are hired on into roles that technically make George their boss that she’s reminded what a boy’s club the NHL can be. It’s exhausting when her every move is questioned by people who don’t know half as much as they think they do, especially because George has the degree and the experience that makes her really good at her job, but no one seems to count her playing on while managing a Div-I hockey team through college, and winning an Olympic gold because it’s women’s hockey.

There’s kleenex on George’s desk, the extra soft ones for moments like this, so when she’s done crying, she crosses the room to pull one from the box. She dabs it under her eyes, making a face when it ends up black from the mascara that was advertised as waterproof. She grabs a clean kleenex to scrub all over her face, hoping to rub away the salty tear tracks that have dried on her cheeks.

The clock on the wall only reads 2 o’clock, and George still isn’t done with the player reports so she settles into her chair to finish them after unlocking the door in case someone needs her. She hopes the glare that she left the scouting meeting wearing will discourage that though.

George is left alone until 4, but then is called into an emergency managers meeting when news breaks that one of the players they’d been ready to trade draft picks for broke his ankle. It’s a long debate about whether or not it’s worth going through with the trade and rehabbing him in Providence or trying to find someone else to play on Jack’s wing without putting them over the salary cap so it’s after 8 o’clock by the time George leaves the office and then there’s traffic from an earlier pile up accident on the way home so George doesn’t actually get home until 9 o’clock.

The house smells like pizza and the candles that Camilla insist smell like the beach, but actually smell like clean laundry. It’s a weird mix, but comforting and a reminder that George has more outside of taking care of the hockey team, though she still feels like she could sleep for days and still not be ready to face to face the rest of the week.

She finds Camilla in the master bathroom, her laptop balanced precariously on the toilet seat and blasting some spotify playlist while she showers. George lowers the volume, her way of telling Camilla that she’s home, and shucks her dress pants and underwear in one go, kicking them off while she fights with the buttons on her blouse. She’s already got the shower door open when she unhooks her bra and throws it over her shoulder. She doesn’t see where it lands.

“You’re home late,” Camilla says, turning to rinse out her hair. George nods and waits until she’s finished to trade spots with her, getting her own hair wet, but mostly just trying to see if the hot water relieves some of the tension of the day. She rolls out her neck and tries to get the water on the knot that seems to have been steadily growing since this morning. Camilla finishes running the conditioner through her own hair before she steps into George’s space for a kiss, hooking her arms around George’s neck and pressing in exactly where the knot is.

“Is it too early to have a breakdown this week?” George asks when they break apart. Camilla raises an eyebrow, reaching to squirt shampoo into her hands. George lets her turn her so she can massage the shampoo into George’s hair, scritching along her hairline. Her eyes fall shut.

“It’s Monday,” Camilla replies. She taps George’s side so George leans back and rinses out her hair. Camilla gets more conditioner into her hands and runs that through George’s hair.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” George says.

“Aw babe.” Camilla’s eyes are big and concerned. “It’s a little early to have a breakdown, but I’ll support whatever you want to do.”

She drags George in for a hug and George tucks her nose into her neck, willing herself not to cry again. She won’t have to explain her day Camilla; she’s been in sports for as much as her life as George has so she gets it, gets having to fight to have her voice heard over the shouts of men who think their voices are the only ones worth listening to. She’s been so loud as a sports journalist, covering women’s sports and bringing attention to how amazing these women athletes are, with little to no reference to their male counterparts because women’s sports can, and should, stand alone. George loves her so much.

They stand pressed together, swaying slightly to the beat of whatever song is playing, until the water starts to go cold, and Camilla reaches around George to adjust the knobs.

“There’s leftover pizza,” Camilla says. She slides past George so she can rinse out the conditioner in her hair before George does the same. “You wanna eat that before your scheduled breakdown, G?”

“Don’t make fun, we were having a moment.”

“Can we finish the moment in bed? My fingers are starting to get pruney.”

George huffs out a laugh; shutting off the water and letting Camilla bully her out of the shower and into a warm towel. She pulls on the team USA sweatpants she’s been using as pjs recently and a soft t-shirt that mysterious made its way from Camilla’s side of the closet into hers. Camilla’s fingers are gentle as they comb through her hair, and George tries to be just as gentle while she braids Camilla’s hair.

They climb into bed, under separate blankets because they both learned a long time ago that they’re no good at sharing when they sleep, but they find their way to the center of the bed to cuddle.

“D’you want pizza though? You must be hungry,” Camilla says, tucking herself under George’s arm. Her shampoo smells like home and her the weight of her body on George is comforting in a way that little else is.

“I just want you,” George replies, though she really hasn’t eaten more than a couple power bars and one of Jack’s gross protein shakes since her late lunch. She’s comfortable right now and unwilling to move if it means having to stop touching Camilla.

Camilla twists and stretches so she’s right in George’s face, propping herself up on her elbows. “You have me, you giant cheeseball.” She’s slow to lean down for a kiss so George surges up and mashes their lips together, swallowing down the amused sound that Camilla makes. The kiss manages to be light and teasing until Camilla nips at George’s bottom lip so she licks past the seam of Camilla’s lips, hands coming up to frame Camilla’s face. George runs her thumb a long Camilla’s jaw and wants to flip them to deepen the kiss even further but then her stomach growls and Camilla pulls back with a wry grin.

“Okay, pizza would be nice then too,” George admits. Camilla presses another kiss to her lips and then to her cheek as she kicks off her covers.

“I love you and I’m sorry you had a shitty day,” Camilla says seriously once she’s standing. George’s heart swells with a fondness that’ll never get old.

“Love you too,” she says, and follows Camilla back down to the kitchen.

They eat the leftover pizza at the sink, trading tomato-y kisses between bites, and this time George sets the coffee machine before Camilla distracts her more so tomorrow is probably going to be better than today.

(It is.)

#omgcp #georgia martin #camilla collins #georgia x camilla #femslash #angryspace-ravenclaw #checkplease #this got outta control though i meant to do like 500 words and then i got on a rant #also completely unbeta'd so here's to all the typos i'll find when i wake up #i either beat or tied my record for fast prompt filled #so that's good i guess

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wrathofthestag · 7 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Past Eric/OMC Characters: Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, nhl jack, post-break ups, petty break up revenge, First Dates, Fluff, meet cute, Kissing Summary:

Jack has seen a lot of strange things on his morning run, but never so strange as the attractive blonde man trying to shove an arm chair into a dumpster. When he stops to offer a hand, he has no idea how quickly things are about to change for him.

So I wake up, contemplate the day and actually getting out of bed, instead I grab my tablet and head over to AO3 to check the OMGCP filter and scroll down a bit--- and my brain screeches to a halt.

The amazing @angryspace-ravenclaw has written a birthday fic for me! I am so excited and thrilled. This is such a flirty, fun piece. I love it! You are lovely! I'm already going to read it again! See? I'm even abusing exclamation mark. That's how excited I am. 💞😍

#zimbits au #zimbits #birthday fic #angryspace-ravenclaw #people being lovely #zimbits meet cute #zimbit fic rec #eeeeee #<333

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omgpieplease · 7 years

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angryspace-ravenclaw replied to your photoset “Okay guys I think I got the printmaking out of my system this weekend....”

I love that it's now the time of year people have scheduled hockey freak outs.

oh yeah dude. Oh yeah. I’ve been planning this freakout since they released the on-sale date. But also pretty soon the freak-out schedule’s gonna be real busy. You know. ;D 2-3 times a week.

#angryspace-ravenclaw #i miss hockey #replies

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yoursummerfrost · 7 years

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Gardina, Orchid, Rose :)

goddhahahagardenia: what is the setting in which you write best?Reclined on a couch or bed, with music playing softly in the background! Optional presence of cat :)

orchid: do you prefer to write one shots or multi part fics?Unless there’s a specific thematic/meta reason I want something split into chapters, I prefer writing one shots! I get antsy about publishing a part of something before I know how the whole thing will go, haha.

rose: which of your works is your favorite? why?this is like asking me to chose between my children

Right now I’m kinda just still staring at my demi!Bitty fic and wondering how it wandered its way into existence but I love it so much? Writing Bitty discover his sexuality and fall in love, and the way he and Kent claw and fight for their relationship to work until they get to a place of stability was so rewarding to me, and the themes about growing up and finding ways to be okay with how you’re changing are pretty personal to me right now.

#thanks for asking!! <3 #angryspace-ravenclaw

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mxlfoydraco · 7 years

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3. whats your favorite color? And 4. if you have pets, what are their names? (just an excuse to get you to talk about the pup more because

3. whats your favorite color? Softer shades of blue, they make me feel calm!

4. if you have pets, what are their names?I’m always waiting for an opportunity to talk about the pup so this is very convenient. I’ve a dog named Tarcin, which means cinnamon in my language, he’s 6 and his favorite activities are cuddles, sleeping, eating and trying to intimidate dogs way bigger than him. I also have a cat, she’s called Nuray, she’s named after a vine because me and my sister are like That, her name means bright moon. She likes to antagonize the pup, take walks on the roof, sneak down the stairs even though she’s not allowed and giving people existential crises through her intense staring.

risky asks

#ask games #angryspace-ravenclaw

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itallstartedwithharry · 7 years

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angryspace-ravenclaw replied to your post: Just today I became a quarter of a century woman!

Happy Birthday <3 <3 <3

Thank you so much )))

(those are Tater smiles) <3

#angryspace-ravenclaw

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jack-manpain-zimmermann · 7 years

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Yes. You should 100% write the pining fic. I need it. xx

I’m gonna put in so many lingering, forbidden touches and misconstrued glances, I’ll wish I had never learned how to type 🌧🌧🌧

#angryspace ravenclaw

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gingertodgers · 6 years

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THANK YOU FOR WRITING TRANSGENDER AND GENDERFLUID CHARACTERS! Crescent Moon was the 1st Harry Potter story I've read and it was ery0ijjdsfl;ghserwerpj Padma helping her sister make the trans right banner! stjhrtqowhtqwr TWO GENDERFLUID CHARACTERS! I read in the batgirl and MCU fandoms and there's only one GF character per story. When I saw Fig and Millicent I yelled! THANK YOU!! I could key smash forever! What other trans Harry Potter stories do you like? THANK YOU!

Hello and welcome to the HP fandom, I’m really glad you liked Crescent Moon!

Pretty much everything angryspace-ravenclaw/LadyElena writes is wonderful, especially in terms of genderfluid characters and here is a list of most of their fics. Also @mxlfoydraco did a rec list for trans Draco

Here are some of my other favourite fics:

All Hail the Outlaws by angryspace-ravenclaw(E - 29,330 words - Remus/Sirius)One of Remus Lupin’s three jobs happens to be working maintenance for their flat building. He gets to meet all sorts, most of whom he would rather have nothing to do with. Until James Potter and Sirius Black move in across the hall. Engineering students and self-proclaimed geniuses, the pair set out to make their neighbours new best friends, and everyone’s life is turned upside down, but in the best way possible.

The Only True Goal of the Universe by punk-rock-yuppie(E - 22,753 - Harry/Draco)It comes up, as most juvenile things do, in a game of Truth or Dare.

Succession of Halos by angryspace-ravenclaw(G - 7,340 - Remus/Sirius)When Remus gets talked into seeing his favourite author–Astronomy Professor S. Black–hold a stargazing lecture, he anticipates a stodgy old man in tweed. He does not expect the ripped jeans and rolling-stones t-shirt wearing, motor-bike riding Sirius Black with his wicked smile and passion for the stars. Remus is sure there’s no chance between them, but little does he know, Sirius has a passion for many things in life, one of which being Remus Lupin.

The Dragon’s Arms by @ani-mage(E - 22,650 - Harry/Draco)Since the war, Harry’s been living on the fringes of the Muggle world and alienated from the Wizarding world. Draco’s struggled his whole life to satisfy his father’s idea of what it means to be a “Malfoy Man” in the Wizarding world, never comfortable in the role. Can they help each other find a place where they feel at home?

Forever Is A State Of Mind by angryspace-ravenclaw(G - 36,408 - Remus/Sirius)Remus Lupin has an easy life. He manages his University studies and his chronic illness, and lives comfortably with his flatmate Regulus Black. Then one day he meets Regulus’ older brother and his entire life gets turned upside down when he’s offered an opportunity to make his life just a little bit easier. It was supposed to be just a business transaction between friends. Feelings were never supposed to get involved.

Colour Me Inside Out by angryspace-ravenclaw(E - 11,148 - James/Remus/Sirius)In spite of their fundamental differences, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin have a happy marriage. It’s open, and they have strict rules. Only one night, a stranger at a pub turns everything upside down, and now both are afraid with these new feelings, it means everything’s falling apart. Neither of them expect this outcome when James Potter enters their lives.

We’re Just a Box of Souvenirs by quiddative(T - 9,737 - Harry/Draco)Harry returns to England. Draco won’t make the same mistakes again.

Living Like We’re Renegades by angryspace-ravenclaw(E - 24,378 - Remus/Sirius)Exuberant, proud, genderfluid, cheerleader, self-described narcissist. All things to describe Sirius Black. It’s a stark contrast from the self-imposed loner, Journalist, and Gender Studies major Remus Lupin who is thrown into Sirius’ world after accepting a project for a class. When the two worlds collide, both lives are changed for the better.

Pretty in Pink by @writcraft(E - 3,757 - Harry/Draco)What happens when the only person who accepts your secrets is the one person you can’t stand?

Name Like Poetry by angryspace-ravenclaw(G - 1,222 - James/Regulus)James Potter has always loved Regulus Black. It’s not more complicated than that. And no matter what Regulus has done, he has always forgiven him.

Fics that I haven’t read but have been recommended:

The Queer Retellings series by SpaceHead(T - 33,776 - Harry/Draco)Harry Potter is trans, Draco Malfoy just desperately wants to be friends with him, and Lord Voldemort isn’t a thing. Going through all 8 years and retelling how Harry and Draco would interact if, well, everyone was queer. Also, Harry and Hermione are POC.

In Your Binder by SpaceHead(T - 3,912 - Harry/Draco)Harry and Draco end up in each others shoes in eighth year, or rather, Draco ends up in Harry’s binder. TW: Mentions of self harm.

Fresh Starts, Old Hearts by @centrumlumina(T - 6,901 - Harry/Ginny)“I think we’ve got a lot to figure out. But together we’ll get it sorted.”Harry kissed her forehead.“Together. Sure.”It didn’t sound any less impossible when Harry said it. But then, impossible was their speciality, wasn’t it?Or, the one where Harry is a trans woman, and she and Ginny are still in love.

Out And Open by henrymercury(M - 74,526 - Harry/Draco)The war is over, and Draco finally has the courage to decide who she is.The war is over, and Harry finally has the freedom to decide what she likes.

the girl who lived (again) by @ink-splotch(G - 10,330 - Harry/Draco)Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of Harry’s Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her.Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.

‘Twas Brillig by Queenie_Mab(E - 73,998 - Harry/Draco)Harry reads a chapter of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to his children before bed every night and through the story, he and his middle child find an ally in each other as they, along with Alice, discover a world that just doesn’t seem to make sense when taken at face value. The more aware Harry becomes - embracing his child’s reality - the more motivated he is to build a wizarding world that is fully inclusive, and by processing these life lessons finds he’s able to connect with another person in ways that have always eluded him.

#asks #crescent moon #rec list #my rec lists #transgender character #Harry Potter #hp #my asks #trans draco #trans harry potter #trans sirius #trans remus

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samwellwaffles · 6 years

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someone on the smh would be extra enough to buy this for the haus yard

#jewish omgcp #angryspace-ravenclaw

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zombizombi · 6 years

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i was tagged by both @garden-of-succulents and @yoursummerfrost to post the last line i wrote! so i’ll post the last two since that’s two tags:

“How’s it going, by the way, staying with Jack? Are you still on the sofa?”

i’ll tag...: @bookwyrmling @punmasterkentparson @annundriel @rhysiana @polyamorousparson @zimmboniandbitty @abominableobriens @angryspace-ravenclaw @dizzy-redhead and anyone else in my followers who would like to do it and say i tagged you because i literally just woke up and i got nothin’

#writing meme #zombi replies #my writing

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porcupine-girl · 7 years

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Today's theme for @omgcplovefest is your top 5 favorite fics in this fandom!

As I have before with rec lists, I'm disqualifying anything on the first two pages of the CP tag on AO3 sorted by kudos - everyone knows and loves those fics, they don't need my rec. Some of them are amazing stories that I've read multiple times, but so have most people.

But that still leaves so many great fics, and this was so hard! So this is not quite a definite Top 5 and more like Five Fics That Are Definitely In My Top 20 And You Should Read. Ask me on a different day and you might get a slightly different list, but these are all way way way up there.

Finally I'll Be Yours by @angryspace-ravenclaw

When Jack uses a youtube tutorial to make cupcakes, he doesn't expect his entire life to be turned upside down by the charismatic Eric Bittle--YouTuber extraordinaire.

I think one of the first WIPs I followed in this fandom. Bitty has cystic fibrosis and is Deaf, and since the author has personal experience with both of these it’s very realistic and deals frankly with Bitty’s health problems. But it’s also incredibly sweet and fluffy as these two fall for each other immediately, before they can even meet in person, and there is hurt/comfort all around.

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baking is punk as fuck by @heyfightme

“Yeah, dude, I guess. But, like, this is a fuckin’ liberal arts college, brah. Isn’t everyone in a band?” “I don’t know. I’ve never met anyone in a band before. I’m not in a band. Well, I’m in some school bands, but that’s not really… um. What kind of music do you play?” “…Well.” --- in which instead of actually playing hockey, the guys play shitty (pun intended) DIY punk in a band called Soft Hands. classically-trained pianist eric bittle doesn’t quite know what’s hit him.

Ok, this one doesn’t really need the rec either tbh - the only reason it’s not on the top two pages is because it’s so recent, and it’s on the third page as it is. You’ve probably all read this amazing and fun AU, and if you haven’t, you are missing out. Again, the author having personal experience with the AU setting gives it a realism that makes the story that much more immersive. Plus lots of good music recs built in!

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Scar Tissue (That I Wish You Saw) by sysrae/ @fozmeadows

For the longest time, Kent thought what happened to him before the Q was normal.

Or: a study in Kent Parson, past and present.

The only non-Zimbits on the list (they’re in the background, though). This deals frankly and harshly with one possible backstory for Kent, and what happens when he finally starts to deal with it. Answer: Gets a really hot boyfriend. For real, I want Ngozi to draw Day into the comic so I can ogle him. But seriously, shit goes down in this story, but it has a happy ending with Kent on his way to healing.

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Two Things Only by @thewesternredcedar

Bitty sighs. “So now everyone in the Haus thinks I’ve started a long-distance relationship with someone from California named Colton who I met through Twitter…” “Colton?” “I know, Jack. I was panicking!” Jack has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “Okay. Colton.”

Or, the one in which Mashkov says the line, “Soon you get head here, too,” and it’s not a sex joke. Enjoy.

I won WRC’s auction in FTH, and this is what I got and it’s so good. I just scream and reread it and scream some more. From Jack’s ridiculously awkward attempts at tweeting as Colton, to Bitty being prepared for Jack’s visit to Madison, to the ending that I did not see coming, it’s just adorable and perfect.

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Journeyman by imamaryanne

Journeyman - an athlete who plays for a large number of clubs over his professional career.

Jack Zimmermann signs with Providence, but winds up playing for five clubs in his eight year career. Good or bad, Bitty is with him every step of the way.

This fic does such a great job of showing the ups and downs of Jack and Bitty’s life together over time as Jack gets traded repeatedly. It deals really well with the realities of negotiating a marriage where you can’t always control where you live, or whether you’re living together (a topic I am all too familiar with), medical problems, Jack’s addiction, all sorts of things. Like, so much happens in this fic, it’s hard to believe it’s under 40K!

#omgcp #zimbits #omgcplovefest #fic rec

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anamelesstraveler · 7 years

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Fic Rec Sunday - 10/1/17

So I used to do this thing where I would sit down every week and share the fics I read, in hopes of calling attention to some really great writers that don’t get constantly rec’d by fandom. I had gotten away from it, but I really miss it. And since I’ve been reading... basically Rogue One fics for the past month, this is gonna be a special STAR WARS EDITION. So here’s some really great Rogue One fics that I read this week month. (19 fics over 5 ships!)

Bodhi/Luke

Accidental Cohabitation by misskatieleigh (@misskatieleigh)

Luke woke up with an arm slung around his waist and hair in his mouth. This was strange because he distinctly remembered going to bed alone.

Cassian/Bodhi

burning across the sky by misskatieleigh (@misskatieleigh)

In the middle of nowhere, between Jedha and Yavin, there is a desert that stretches for days. You can travel around it, slide through Eadu with lights cutting through the continuous rain, but those mountains have eyes that chase strangers away. You can go south. Most don’t, but you can. Or you can go through; watch the sun ride up over the sky from front to back, sleep under the stars and listen for wolves howling their sorrow into the night.

Cassian has this route written in his bones, muscle memory keeping them straight and true, moving forward. He thinks he’ll die out here someday, caught in the space between spaces. He’s waiting for it.

The Captain and the Restored Heir by colettebronte (@colettebronte)

It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that a man, recently come into a large fortune, must be in want of a wife. Or a smoking hot boyfriend. – Jane Austen, probably

In which Captain Cassian Andor, formerly of Her Majesty's Army, is charged with the conflicting assignments of both befriending and discovering the secrets of one, Mr. Bodhi (Dameron) Rook, long-lost grandson and recently restored heir to the venerable Commodore Rook and his impressive fortune.

the edge of your smile by misskatieleigh (@misskatieleigh)

Cassian is hurt on a mission, but needs to shave to meet with another contact. Bodhi offers to help. Being that close to each other brings up feelings they've been trying to hide.

Revelations by @tellmevarric

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Sorrow Lifting Slow (tumblr post) by HSavinien (@hsavinien)

Bodhi cuts his hair and it is a miracle.

The Sun Shone on Fest by LiterallyThePresident (@a-greatbig-bottleof-fuck)

The King of Fest meets the Court Sorcerer of Alderaan, and everything is beautiful.

Cassian/Jyn

come home to me (tumblr post) by Moonprincess92 (@moonprincess92nz)

It must have been quick. That’s what they’ll tell him, he figures. In the future, they’ll think it’s a comfort or something, but they’ll all be kriffing deluded and Cassian will punch whoever who says it, rank and consequences be damned.

(or: the ever classic 'thinking the other is dead' trope)

Series: Message Traffic by skitzofreak (@skitzofreak)

1. your words are mine to keep

The Rebellion lives in words, in messages and comms, in words tapped hastily from a datapad or sent out, echoing, through the universe.

2. REBEL Y/N?

Cassian is an expert on droids. Jyn is really good at slicing. And all living things desire freedom.

Welcome to the Robot Revolution.

3. Rank and File

Bits and pieces set in the world of "your words are mine to keep." Tackling the Big Questions, like "why do we have so many generals?" to "how does the Alliance equip soldiers if it has literally no government-approved budget?" to "exactly how much is Solo willing to pay Erso to get rid of that [PROFANITY FILTER] profanity filter?"

More Than Almost by 19RosesofLifeandDeath98 (@rose-of-gabriel)

This is how they survive Scarif, because they all deserve better than almost.

untitled by @misskatieleigh

Prompt: they are both teachers (whatever age students), one of them is a first-year teacher at this school and the other is a veteran teacher. First day of school.

untitled by @misskatieleigh

Prompt: bodhi/cassian - college or library! :D

Chirrut/Baze

After the Rain (tumblr post) by Emerald Embers (@emeraldembers)

Baze has depression, and while Chirrut knows he can’t fix this, he knows taking Baze out on one of his better days for a frolic in a hot tub won’t hurt matters.

Social Niceties (tumblr post) by angryspaceravenclaw (@angryspace-ravenclaw)

Baze scoffed. “What are you, a therapist?”

Chirrut’s smile widened, bright like the sun. “Am I really so obvious?”

“You’re serious,” Baze said.

Chirrut shrugged. “Is it such a shock.”

Baze stared at him for a long moment, then said, “So what do I owe you for that little session then, doc?”

Chirrut’s eyes widened, then he laughed and laughed until the teacher arrived, and class began.

untitled by @erebones

Prompt: made up a reason to give you flowers cause i like you

untitled by @sarkastically

They have always slept together. Curled around each other, a puddle of limbs, tangled in holding to the point where it could be impossible to move, Chirrut bodily on top of him occasionally, a perfect pressure to lull him to sleep when nothing else will, their breaths and hearts perfectly in tune, perfectly in time.

Lando/Bodhi

untitled by @semisweetshadow

“Please don’t tell me you’re serious, everyone is going!” Jyn complains when Bodhi admits he isn’t planning to attend Han’s party.

“That’s part of the problem, besides, I have work,” he says and she shoots him an unimpressed look.

“We both know that’s a lame excuse, you’ve been working on the project for weeks already and it’s not due until December, come on Bodhi, it’s only Halloween once a year,” she says with a hopeful look.

#RebelCaptain #SniperPilot #RogueJedi #SpiritAssassin #LandoBodhi #JynCassian #CassianBodhi #BodhiLuke #ChirrutBaze #Star Wars #fic rec #Fic Rec Sunday #I'm so happy to do this again #LOOK AT ALL THESE LOVELY FICS

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mxlfoydraco · 6 years

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Anything But That

Fic: Anything But That by mxlfoydraco

Rating: Mature

Word count: 1012

Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter

Summary: Scorpius smiles fondly, like that just didn’t happen. Albus doesn’t understand him at all. He’s not sure if he can ever move on from this.

Content: Awkward Sexual Situations, Established Relationship, Fluff, Humor, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Secondhand Embarrassment, Soft Boys, Not Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Compliant

Read on AO3.

A/N: What started as a fun little practice prompt ended up being my favorite writing ever, simply because these stubborn boys refused to be a comedic relief and hit me full force with their feelings. I haven’t felt this good about a fic in probably years, so i felt it was appropriate that i gave it the honour of becoming my debut on ao3.

Thank you @mahoushoujc, @angryspace-ravenclaw and @thealmostrhetoricalquestion for helping me with this and always supporting me. Having each of you on my side makes me feel as lucky as Albus feels for having Scorpius on his!

Kudos and comments are appreciated, but please be nice. I’d love to hear back from you guys!

#scorbus #scorpius malfoy #albus potter #albus severus potter #scorbus fic #hp next gen #next gen harry potter #next gen #my writing

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rebelcoelacanth · 7 years

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Pampates and Scrambly Eggs

Written for @angryspace-ravenclaw as a thank-you for listening and talking the other day.

Permalink: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11740260

Regulus awoke with a start, his ears immediately focusing on the sounds coming from within the house. A sharp crash had awoken him, and now the faint sounds of scurrying feet and closing cupboards filled the silence. Turning to face his husband, Regulus saw that James slept on, his brows furrowed as they often did when he dreamt. Often, Regulus would watch James’ sleeping facial expressions, trying to guess at the nature of the dreams. Tonight, however, he shifted to move from the bed. Harry slept in the room next door and his safety stood at the forefront of Regulus’ thoughts.

Upon pushing open the child’s bedroom door, Regulus’ eyes fell upon the bed, and his stomach dropped to the floor. Empty. Turning on his heel, Regulus raced down the hall, past his open bedroom door, and down the stairs. Stopping momentarily at the bottom of the stairs to listen, Regulus noticed an umbrella leaning by the front door, which, he noted, was still closed and latched. Umbrella-turned-potential-weapon in hand, Regulus walked swiftly toward the sounds, which he was now relatively sure were coming from the kitchen. Just before reaching the doorway, he paused and turned his back so he could lean against the doorjamb and hopefully get a better sense of what was going on inside.

“…just like that!” Regulus heard, followed by the sound of glass hitting the counter. “Whoops!”

Turning his head to peer into the kitchen, Regulus felt his fear dissipate. A loud, uncontrolled laugh took its place within his chest, bursting forth and surprising Harry who nearly fell off his stool.

“Shhhh, Papa! You gunna wake daddy! It’s a surprise!” Harry stood on his footstool, a dark cherrywood piece which Remus had carved and Sirius had painted (with a picture of a stag, a dog, a wolf and a rat running in the moonlight). Not that the paintwork could be seen at the moment; the footstool, like the boy, was covered in flour.

Regulus shifted his gaze from his son, taking in the flour-covered floor and counters, the multiple cracked eggs covering the latter, and the open milk, jams and butters all perched precariously on the table next to the stove. The stove, he noted, had been prepped with pans, but was thankfully turned off. The oven clock read 5:17.

“Are you making breakfast for Daddy’s birthday?” Regulus asked and his son nodded in reply. “How’s it going?”

Harry put his finger to his chin, tapping it slightly as he surveyed his work area. As he often was, Regulus found himself struck by how much Harry took after James.

“I think not great” Harry replied after several moments, “it is assposed to be chocolate pampates and scrambly eggs but the eggs keep breaking on the wrong places and I don’t know how to make pampates.” Harry’s face had taken on an increasingly worried expression as he recounted the situation. By the time he’d finished, he looked on the verge of tears. Regulus stepped into the kitchen, kneeling in the flour to get eye-level with his son.

“Can I help you?”

Harry looked into his father’s eyes and thought for a moment before nodding.

“It looks like you’ve made some real progress,” Regulus said gesturing to Harry’s work station, “now I think we should figure out the best way to get both chocolate pancakes and scrambled eggs cooking. Do you agree?”

Harry nodded, brightening visibly at the recognition of his work and the introduction of a plan. “YES!” he shouted. Capturing his mouth with his hands, Harry looked sheepishly toward his father. Regulus responded with a tousle to Harry’s hair as he stood up. As much as he wanted to begin cleaning up the mess and get things started fresh, Regulus knew this was Harry’s project and that they should do things the five-year-old’s way.

“Which first, eggs or pancakes?” Regulus asked. Again, Harry put his finger to his chin as he thought.

“PANC- I mean, pancakes” Harry finished in a dramatic whisper. Regulus winked at him, clearing away the eggs and gathering the necessary ingredients.

“I’m going to pop upstairs to get my wand,” Regulus said, “it’ll help us get the food made.” To his surprise, Harry reached out his arm in an attempt to impede his exit.

“No magic! No magic for birfday foods!” Harry said, his tone urgent as though there was nothing more important than preventing his father from retrieving his wand. Regulus raised an eyebrow and Harry, seeing his father’s confusion, elaborated. “Mummy says there’s something extra special about foods made the muggle way. That’s why she and Momo always make my birthday cake without magic and I wanna make this food extra special for Daddy!” Harry relaxed when he saw his father nod his head.

“I’d always wondered why your birthday cakes are so delicious,” Regulus said as he returned to the counter, “if that’s your mom’s trick, we should definitely give it a go.”

Regulus measured, Harry poured. The two took turns mixing and Harry, with his father’s help, cracked in the eggs. At his first successful egg crack, Harry turned his face up toward his father, grinning with pride and excitement. In that moment, Regulus wondered, as he so often did, how he had gotten so damn lucky. How, after making the worst decisions for eighteen years, had he found himself here, with his son, making a birthday breakfast for his husband and using the muggle methods preferred by his son’s fantastic mothers. Regulus’s thoughts drifted briefly, shifting to reminders of how he doesn’t deserve this, how he’s not a good enough person for them, how… He shook his head, reaching out to steady the bowl as Harry mixed in the eggs. Deserve it or not, good enough or not, he was here. And he knew he would do anything and everything for these people.

Batter mixed, Regulus turned on the stove while Harry moved his stool over. Even with the stool, Harry found it a bit difficult to ladle the batter into the pan. Regulus offered to lift him up, and Harry nearly jumped into his arms.

“Careful near the stove, little one!” Regulus chided gently as he rearranged Harry in his arms. Harry offered a grin that was at once both apologetic and mischievous- another James-ism- before turning his attention back to the stove. Together they poured the batter into circles of varying sizes, per Harry’s guidance. After a few minutes, Harry dropped on the chocolate chips Regulus provided then reached into the chocolate bag to double the amount of chocolate in the pancakes.

“These are chocolate pampates” Harry explained, “they need lotsa chocolate.” Regulus, watching the chocolate spilling over the sides of the pancakes and onto the pan, smiled slightly as he nodded.

Once all the pancakes (or, more aptly, the pancake-inspired chocolate mounds) had cooked, Regulus wiped down the pan and added olive oil. He then removed six eggs from the carton and placed them on the counter by Harry. His son looked up at him in shocked wonder. “Do I get to crack ALL of these?” Harry asked, running his hand over the eggs.

As much fun as Harry had found the pancake-making, the scrambled eggs quickly became his favorite part. Together they cracked and whisked the eggs, poured them in the pan, and stirred, watching as they turned from liquid to solid. “See?” Harry said, pointing to the eggs and looking up at his father, “these eggs did magic all on their own! They were gooey slime and now they are delicious food!” Again Regulus felt the full weight of his love for this child and for his family. “You made the eggs do magic,” he responded, making Harry’s face light up.

“And now we can take the food to daddy!” Harry said excitedly as he hurried to grab a plate. Regulus stayed his movements, smiling down as he did so. The clock only read 6:10, and he figured James would appreciate at least another hour’s rest.

“How would you feel about letting daddy sleep for a little bit longer. Perhaps you would like to watch a cartoon?” Harry, who had seemed slightly disappointed at the idea of not delivering the breakfast feast straightaway, brightened up again at the idea of cartoons. He scurried into the next room, and seconds later Regulus could hear a theme song playing.

After putting the kettle on, Regulus began cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. There was quite a substantial mess, and Regulus knew he could do it quicker with magic, but he had found he sort of enjoyed doing the dishes by hand. As he worked the pan under hot, soapy water, the faint sounds of a children’s cartoon and his child’s laughter trickled into the kitchen.

Dishes washed, kitchen cleaned, food covered, Regulus made his way into the living room to find the telly on and Harry fast asleep on the sofa. Regulus picked up a nearby blanket and placed it carefully over Harry, tucking in the sides. Brushing a few stray hairs from the boy’s forehead, and smiling as they fell almost immediately back into disarray, Regulus placed himself on the sofa next to Harry. Carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping child, Regulus retrieved his book from the end table. In that moment, the quiet stillness of early dawn hanging in the air and his son’s soft, steady breathing filling the room, Regulus felt a profound peace wash over him.

This peace lasted a little over an hour, broken by James’ heavy footfall on the stairs. The noise roused Harry from his slumber just as James rounded the corner into the kitchen. The boy’s limbs and lungs leapt into action, racing toward his father and protesting loudly. He reached James and began pulling him by the arm in an attempt to lead him back to bed.

“C’mon daddy you are assposed to be in bed! Let’s go back to there!” Harry said frantically, his distress rising as his father failed to move. Regulus caught James’ confused gaze, taking in his extreme bedhead and sleepy expression. For what felt like the fiftieth time that morning, felt his heart soar in his chest. He nodded to his husband, mouthing “go on” and smiling. James nodded subtly and grinned in return before turning around with a dramatic yawn.

“Oh my goodness!” James exclaimed, arms stretched out wide as he delived another thunderous yawn, “ Harry, I do believe you are right. I am still faaaar too sleepy. Back to bed with me.”

Once James had left, Harry turned back to Regulus, a triumphant expression on his face. “That was close!” Harry said and Regulus fought to conceal a snort of laughter. “Quick Papa, let’s get the food ready!”

As they reheated and plated the food, placing the plates on a tray, Harry turned to his dad, who was startled to see a serious expression on his son’s face. “Papa?”

“Yes, little one?”

“Thank you for helping with the mess this morning. I think it would have been bad without you.”

“Harry…” Regulus started, his voice cracking slightly as he bent down to get eye-level, “I will always, always help you. With little messes and big ones. You have me, and daddy, and mummy and momo. We love all you so very much.”

Harry nodded solemnly, furrowing his brow slightly as he searched his father’s face. After a minute, Regulus smiled, saying in a lighter tone, “and one of those people who loves you is probably pretty hungry.”

At this, Harry scurried to add cutlery to the tray and together they carried it upstairs.

“SURPRISE HAPPY BIRFDAY DADDY!” Harry shouted, jumping onto the bed. James opened his eyes and tackle hugged his son who laughed uncontrollably. Placing the tray carefully next to the bed, Regulus sat down out of reach of the hugging/wrestling. After a moment, however, he felt strong arms wrap around him and draw him into the fray. As Harry wriggled out from his fathers’ clutches, James drew Regulus in for a kiss.

“Hey you two!” Harry called out, “don’t forget me!” and he threw himself into the gap between his parents, accepting kisses from both of them and turning to kiss them each in turn.

About half an hour later, Harry remembered the food and the three of them feasted on very-chocolate pancakes and reheated scrambled eggs. James repeatedly, and very loudly, proclaimed it the finest meal of his life. Surrounded by the love and laughter of his family, Regulus couldn’t help but agree.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11740260

#jegulus #james x regulus #harry potter #regulus black #james potter #hp fanfic #my fic #pretty sure this is the first fic I've posted in... idk ten years?#it's been a few #(also credit to emily and shannon for coining pampates as a mis-pronunciation of pancakes)

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