About a week left in Europe and my homesickness is bad. Its not the basic comforts I miss but more so having someone to talk to. I really need to have a breakdown and cry but I can’t do that in front of my roommates. I really need to talk to someone about a situation and when I was about to yesterday with a friend I’ve made on the trip I just couldn’t find the words. I love traveling and I love to be away, but I miss being able to write and write and write and I miss my moms ability to fix everything.

I made a hard decision here (not so hard in the scheme of things) myself already with no imput from anyone but I just need my moms advice

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Cowboy!

You’ve been Laswell’s second in command, the person soldiers reported to before you inform her. Task force 141 know you as the sweet voice that guides them with quick wits and replies to everyone’s so called jokes. The boys miss you the come back from their most recent mission to you missing and Laswell hesitant to tell them where you’ve gone. Characters - Reader, Laswell, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price. Word Count – 2.1k

‘Where’s Cowboy?’ Soap asked, they expected to see you lounging across a seat with a wide smile, Laswell piled paperwork on top of folders. ‘Laswell?’ Price asked, he noticed her odd behaviour. ‘They had to leave early.’ Laswell stated, the group looked at each other before they looked at your desk. One that normally contained the ugly cat ornament that seemed to watch everyone that came into the room had vanished. The obnoxious pink pen that had feathers attached to the top was missing and thick, knitted jumper that rested over the top of your chair was gone. ‘Laswell, where are they?’ Price questioned, the men looked at her expectantly. ‘On a mission.’ She replied. ‘Where?’ Gaz asked, Price looked at her as her gaze flitted over the boys. ‘Can’t say.’ ‘Las -,’ ‘It came from above me, no information other than the time they had to leave.’ She informed the team, hands held in front of her. ‘When she coming back?’ Soap quizzed. ‘Unknown.’ She said and moved closer to the table. ‘They are coming back, ain’t they?’ Gaz asked, Laswell inhaled before she lifted her head. ‘Unknown.’ She repeated, she knew the men would be curious, but she could feel their eyes on her every move, expecting her to slip and tell them everything. ‘We’ve got a new mission.’ Laswell announced, she practically chucked the file onto the table, ‘We need to collect an informant.’ she told them, Price reached forward and grabbed the folder, he opened it. ‘A page.’ Price said, he flipped the piece of paper before he passed it to the men. ‘We don’t have much on them but we need them out of the situation they’re in.’ Laswell said, Price passed the sheet around. ‘Where?’ Price questioned. ‘Prague.’  ‘They will be guided by someone, the meeting should last no longer than five minutes.’ Laswell informed the group, she clicked the pen a handful of times before she stopped. ‘That’s quick even for us.’ Soap commented, Laswell nodded. ‘It’s a moment of opportunity.’ She replied, their brows furrowed but nodded.

‘Cowboy?’ A deep voice asked, you pulled the balaclava off your face, the humid air stuck to it. ‘Ghost.’ You said, you looked at the other three figures that stood at the back of the plane, you looked away from them and turned to Sophia. ‘You know them?’ Sophia asked, you grip tightened ever so slightly around her bicep, you nodded. ‘They’ll get you out of here.’ You informed her. ‘Both of you are to come with us.’ Ghost said, you ran your tongue over you lower lip as you shook your head. ‘I can’t.’ You announced, five sets of eyes snapped to you. ‘We’ve came to get you out.’ Price said, he walked down the platform, your stomach flipped as you pushed Sophia closer to them and looked around. ‘No, you’ve came to get Sophia out no one else.’ You informed the group, reminding them of the mission.  ‘Y/N.’ Sophia moved closer to you, you clenched your jaw. ‘It’s just Sophia that’s leaving today, I’ll follow later.’ You told them. ‘You should come with me.’ She tried to bargain with you, you gave her a small smile, your lips hardly curved. ‘I can’t,’ you started, ‘Your father expects me at the meeting tonight, I need to be there so he doesn’t go hunting for you.’ You explained to her. ‘But -,’ She tried to think of a reason. ‘I trust these men with my life,’ you cupped her face, the soft skin warm under your touch, ‘I know their tactics like the back of my hand, so you’ll be safe.’ you told her, she stared at you for a few seconds. Sophia huffed but nodded at you. You returned the nod before you let go of her arm and watched as she quickly made it to the edge of the plane, the engines were still running. You watched as Gaz moved to the edge along with Price and lifted her up with ease, Ghost kept his eyes focused on you as your tense body relaxed. ‘Go.’ You shouted, you looked over them then landed on Ghost. ‘Cowboy.’ His finger twitched on the side of his gun. ‘Go.’ You almost snarled, Ghost looked at you before he stiffly nodded. ‘Let’s go.’ He said, Johnny and Gaz hesitated but followed, Price refused to move. ‘Y/N.’ Price said, your eyes moved to him from the retreating figures, you shook your head and took a step back and signalled to the pilot. You lowered your head before you pulled your mask back down and over your face and marched away from the plane.

‘Cowboy.’ The voice said, your shoulders tensed but you continued walking. ‘Cowboy.’ He was closer this time, you turned the corner and pressed yourself against the wall. You listened to the footsteps, he was walking heavier on purpose, when his body poked around the edge you grabbed him. You pinned him to the wall, an arm across his chest, as a grunt escaped his lips when his back collided with the wall. You knew fine well that he could easily flip you around. ‘What are you doing here?’ You quizzed, you took him in. John’s beard was still neat and tidy, his blue eyes took in your appearance, your hair had grown longer and dark bags had form under your eyes. ‘Could ask you the same thing, love.’ He stated, you dropped your arm but didn’t step back. ‘I asked you first.’ You said, he arched an eyebrow. ‘We got word that Augustus Par was going to be residing here for the next couple of days.’ Price told you, you sighed and took the step back. ‘I’m guessing buy that you know?’ He asked, you gave a curt nod. ‘Who else is here?’ You quizzed. ‘Gaz and I just now, Soap and Ghost are meant to be joining tomorrow.’ He explained, you rubbed your lips together before you nodded. ‘Sin-Sation, across from the train station, you should try it. It’s pretty good but always go after six.’ you told him, a small wrinkle between his eyebrows formed but he nodded. ‘Will do.’ He replied, you gave him a small smile. ‘Best seats are always at the back.’ You added before you walked away.

‘Can I get you boys a drink?’ The older woman asked, they shook their head. ‘We’re waiting on someone.’ ‘We’ll have five waters please.’ You interrupted with a gentle hand on the waitress’s arm, she jumped slightly but nodded when she saw you. ‘You’re back again.’ She said, you nodded. ‘I am, love the food.’ You replied, her painted red lips split into a wide smile. ‘Good.’ ‘So, what you been up to the last six months?’ Soap asked, you slid the file over to Price, he glanced at you before he flipped it open. ‘Seems like Sophia’s father has some good links.’ You told the group. ‘So why are you telling us now?’ Gaz questioned, you looked at him. ‘The person you’ve came to get, is who he’s meant to be meeting.’ You said, their brows dipped, ‘I’m asking that you delay your capture of him till the meet and it’ll give me a way out as well.’ You suggested, Price tilted his head slightly as you reached forward and grabbed the glass of cool water. ‘We’ll talk to Laswell, but it probably won’t be a problem.’ Ghost said, you looked at him, the corner of your lips curled slightly before he pushed away from the tables, Gaz and Soap followed. ‘She’s good by the way, you never asked.’ Price broke the short silence as he took you in, you looked at him, ‘Sophia, she’s getting settled.’ He informed you, you brought your bottom lip into your mouth, head tilted slightly. ‘I know.’ You said, his shoulders dropped. ‘How long you been home?’ He quizzed, you shook your head. ‘I’m not home John.’ You said, he dipped his head. ‘You know what I mean.’ He grumbled. ‘Three months.’ You told him, he sighed and nodded. ‘I need to go.’ You stated, he grunted, you frowned as you stood up and tucked your chair in before you made your way away. ‘Are we going to survive this?’ He asked, you turned back to him with wide eyes. ‘Of course, we are.’ You replied, you watched the concern float around in his eyes before he rubbed his lips together and nodded. ‘We always make it.’ ‘But surely that luck has to run out at some point.’ He said, you frowned as he looked away from you, the glass of water more interesting. ‘It’s not luck John, we worked hard to survive.’ You reminded him, he didn’t look at you, ‘Say the word Price and I can go back to being colleagues.’ His eyes snapped to you, the blue orbs took you in. He remained silent and nodded. ‘Noted,’ you inhaled, ‘I’ll see you later.’ You didn’t give him a chance to reply before you turned and walked away.

‘Did you know?’ Augustus asked, Malcolm lifted an eyebrow as he looked at the younger man, your shoulders tensed. ‘Know what?’ Malcolm asked. ‘That your little bodyguard was the one that helped Sophia escape?’ Augustus asked, you straightened as Malcolm tilted his head. He slowly turned to you, his face emotionless. ‘Is it true?’ ‘Y/N?’ He growled, your sighed and dropped your shoulders. ‘Yes,’ you admitted, both men were shocked at how quickly you gave in, ‘Only because of him.’ You pointed at Augustus, his face dropped. ‘Sophia was getting threats in her emails and various other forms, some stated that she was in grave danger and I thought it’d be best to move her without your acknowledgement.’ ‘Why?’ ‘They would use her as leverage in a deal, I wasn’t putting a young girl through that.’ You explained, Augustus glared at you as Malcolm slowly nodded and turned back to the table. Augustus growled and a gun was aimed at you, you pulled back and looked down the barrel as Malcolm watched on. Heavy breathing came from the man across from you, his blue eyes had darkened, ‘All you’ve got to do is bat your eyelashes and everyone falls into line, don’t they?’ He asked, you looked at him. ‘Do it,’ you challenged him, ‘Shot me, I don’t see anyone with a gun aimed at you in retaliation, so go ahead.’ You said, his stretched arm faltered.  It happened suddenly, Augustus was flung backwards, the gun landed somewhere. A searing pain spread across your thigh as four men barged in, their guns drawn and ready to shot anyone that retaliated. You watched as Malcolm twisted to you, gun aimed at your chest. He stepped closer as the men shouted at him to stop, the metal pressed into your chest but you focused on him. ‘Is she safe?’ He quizzed, you nodded. ‘Away from everyone, new name and new life, no one will know.’ You replied, his gaze dropped as he noticed you wobble. ‘Thank you.’ He said, he dropped the gun on the table to his right before he raised his hands up and stepped back.  Gaz was quick to pull a picture tie from his waist, he pulled his arms behind his back and wrapped the small plastic around his wrists. You exhaled shakily and moved to lower yourself down, warm hands wrapped around your waist and guided you down. You didn’t need to look up to know that it was Price, his blue eyes appeared in front of you. ‘I’m sorry.’ He focused on the wound on your thigh, the blood was steadily flowing from it, your trousers stained. ‘What for?’ You quizzed, his face hardened before he tightened his grip. ‘Saying that we wouldn’t survive it, think I jinxed it.’ He grumbled, you tried to laugh but the pain caused you to tense and hiss. ‘You think?’ You quizzed, he shook his head. ‘Now isn’t the time for sarcasm.’ ‘It’s not?’ You commented, he rolled his eyes. ‘You’ve spent too much time with Simon.’ He said, both of you smiled. ‘Yeah well, you partnered us up, so it’s your own fault.’ You reminded him, he chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, the beard tickled your skin. ‘We’ll make it.’ He mumbled, you chuckled quietly. ‘I know.’

Hello! Your hc de smoke as a father are great. I had an idea with that. How about Tomas taking his children on vacation to the Czech Republic? This is a bit silly, you can ignore it if you don't want to do it 😄

˚୨୧⋆｡ ┆father!tomas vrbada (w. spouse!reader) hcs

╰ visiting Tomas’ homeland

tw: gn pronouns (you/your), afab reader, sfw, mdni, established relationship, hcs

notes: it’s alright! however im not entirely familiar with the czech republic and most of this stuff is just a little deeper than surface level research for the sake of time, so lmk if anything is inaccurate and such!

masterlist : rose divider

It’s not lost on anyone where Tomas Vrbada’s from. He’s told you plenty about his childhood and the fond memories he’s made there—and you made the fleeting comment that the four of you should go one day… You didn’t know he’d take you seriously, and now you’re walking the twins behind their father to a portal. Of course, you both thank Liu Kang for the free flight. Tomas transforms into your tour guide, and he plays into the role very well.

Tomas takes you and the kids to Prague’s zoo, first and foremost. It’s the perfect starter spot, and one of the most popular attractions there. They would be considerably young at this time, so there’s a seat on Tomas’ shoulders that one of the twins can sit on (and just like at their home home, Tomas makes sure to alternate between them). If one of them can’t see—he hoists them up with a hand.

After that, Tomas makes the trek with you three to the Charles Bridge. He knew that everyone would be complaining about being hungry by time he got there, even if he was taking a shortcut he knew for the longest time—lucky for him, there’s plenty to eat over there. So quickly, he snapped a few photos there of you, you and the kids, you again, and then you and him (he’d have to keep the twins from fighting over the camera all while instructing one of them to hold it while the other presses the button), and then asking a passing stranger to take a photo of the four of you.

There’s many towers in Prague, so Tomas only thinks to take you all to one. If you enjoy books, you don’t let him choose anything other than the Klementinum. Otherwise, Tomas takes you all to Prašná brána. You see through his meticulous planning, because it’s not too long after that you find yourselves in a museum. He makes sure to hold hands with the twins so that they don’t get handsy with the artifacts there.

When the adventure is done (for now) and it’s time to go back home, Tomas does sit and reminisce for a long while. He hates having to tell puppy-eyed kids it’s time to go home. You didn’t get to go to all of the places he wanted to—but it was nice for a while to forget about the life he leads in trade for fun and great bonding time. You promised to remind him to bring everyone back some other time so that you all could get out of the city and into more rural areas, and as fun as that sounds, he jokingly said that for the next trip, everyone should go to where you’re from instead.

As the night falls, you and Tomas spend a lot of time getting your photos printed. He couldn’t stop cheesing the entire time just going through them on the camera; he couldn’t keep his hands and lips off of you, in fact. This is the longest Tomas has ever been happy, and it reinforces why he’s more than in love with you—Tomas is infatuated with you.

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Behind the Game Face

andrei svechnikov x female!reader

summary - 1.8k words. Perhaps Andrei isn't the only one hiding feelings of jealousy. part 7 of The Pretend Play

author's note - the grip this man has on me... that's all i can say

warnings - mentions of alcohol, reader getting a bit too drunk

In the pulsating heart of the club, where lights flickered like the rapid heartbeat of the night, Andrei and Y/N were adrift in a sea of sensory overload. Y/N, already feeling the effects of her earlier drinks, tried to maintain a facade of control as Andrei navigated them through the crowd, his presence a grounding force in the chaotic whirlwind of the club’s interior.

Their path was suddenly obstructed by a figure from Andrei’s past, a woman whose presence instantly changed the air around them. 

“Look who we have here,” the woman, with her calculated smile and eyes that seemed to appraise everything they landed on, greeted Andrei with a familiarity that instantly set Y/N on edge. Her voice, sharp and clear amidst the cacophony, marked her territory without subtlety, her hand resting on Andrei's arm a silent claim that sparked a fierce irritation in Y/N.

“And you are?” her gaze shifted to Y/N, her voice dripping with disdain as if she was sizing up competition she'd already decided was beneath her.

“Elena, this is Y/N. Y/N, Elena,” Andrei's introduction was stiff, the tension palpable. Elena's examination was dismissive, her words laced with condescension. "Ah, the latest catch. How...quaint," she sneered, her dismissive glance a clear dismissal of Y/N's significance.

"Remember our time in Prague, Andrei? Those nights were unforgettable." Refocusing her attention on Andrei, Elena reminisced about a shared past in Prague, her words laden with innuendo, igniting a fierce blaze of jealousy within Y/N. The mention of intimate memories to which Y/N had no access felt like a deliberate provocation.

"Seems like some memories are better left forgotten," Y/N couldn't help but retort, her words sharper than intended, her filter dissolved by alcohol.

Elena's laughter grated on Y/N's nerves, her insinuation clear. "Oh, darling, you have no idea. Andrei here knows how to make a girl remember."

Y/N's discomfort grew with each passing moment, the combination of alcohol and jealousy clouding her judgment. Without a word, she turned, downing her drink and signaling the bartender for another. And another. As Elena's laughter echoed behind her, Y/N sought refuge and oblivion in the bottom of her glass, her emotions a whirlwind of hurt and resentment.

By the time Andrei realized Y/N had slipped away, she was on the dance floor, her movements unsteady, her laughter too loud. He excused himself from Elena's clinging presence, his concern for Y/N overshadowing any remnants of their earlier argument.

He found her surrounded by a crowd, the pulsating lights casting shadows over her face. "Y/N, what are you doing?" Andrei asked, reaching for her arm to steady her.

"Dancing, Andrei. What does it look like?" she slurred, her words slipping over each other.

"This isn't you. Let's get you out of here," he insisted, the scene before him a stark contrast to the Y/N he knew.

"Why? So you can go back to your precious Elena? Don't let me keep you," she shot back, her bitterness a clear.

“Let’s just leave,” he calmly suggested, she ripped her arm away from his grasp surprising him. “No I’m having fun,” she declared, though her swaying stance suggested otherwise.

“Y/N you’ve had too much to drink,”he said, bending slightly to place a comforting yet firm grip on her shoulders. “You know all about that don’t you?” she harshly remarked, her words cutting deep echoing the incident that put them here in the first place. 

Andrei, with a firm but gentle grip, guided Y/N out of the club amidst her feeble attempts to break free, her movements sluggish and ineffective against his resolve. Retrieving their coats, he maneuvered them through the exit, her protests about the night being spoiled filling the air between them. As they stood outside, Y/N's stability wavered, her ability to remain upright compromised by her intoxication. Andrei, with a careful hand, supported her as they awaited a taxi, eventually helping her into the vehicle as he gave the driver the address to her apartment.

In the taxi, she slurriedly leaned against him, her head lolling onto his shoulder, he stiffened, unaccustomed to such closeness, yet found himself unable to pull away, his gaze fixed on the streetlights that danced across her features.

Standing outside her apartment she slurridely searched for her keys in her bag, “i can’t find them” she lamented repeatedly, her frustration mounting with each unsuccessful attempt. "Let me see," Andrei offered, his tone laced with barely concealed patience. Within moments, his hand emerged victorious, holding the elusive keys. Guiding her inside, the apartment bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows. 

As he gently ushered her towards the couch, Y/N's ramblings began to unfurl, a stream of consciousness fueled by alcohol and raw emotion. "I hate you. I hate how you… always with them. The women, always smiling at you. I hate it," she confessed, her words cutting through him with their unvarnished truth.

Her words stung, a raw confession of jealousy and need. He watched her, a tempest of confusion and longing brewing within him as he knelt to remove her shoes, his hands gentle.

The task of helping her into pajamas was met with a respectful distance, his heart a tumultuous sea as the soft fabric slipped through his fingers. "I don’t understand… why does it bother me so much? You’re just... You, and I’m… I hate feeling like this. Why do you hate me being nice to others?" she queried, her voice a mix of innocence and accusation that tugged at something deep within him. He paused, the weight of her gaze heavy upon him.

"Let’s not do this now, Y/N. You’re not yourself," Andrei replied, his voice gentle, yet firm, as he carefully removed her makeup, his touch on her skin a bittersweet blend of intimacy and restraint.

She looked at him, her eyes a stormy sea of confusion and longing, and in a moment of impulsive vulnerability, she reached for him, her kiss a mix of desperation and softness. It was a collision of every unspoken emotion between them, a confession of need and denial.

“Don’t go. Stay with me, please.”

Her plea, a whisper against his lips, was the thread that unraveled him. He knew this wasn’t the time for truths, for the daylight would bring clarity and possibly regret. Yet, her need tethered him to her side.

“I’ll stay… but not like this. You need rest.”

He settled her into bed, her fingers slipping from his as sleep claimed her. Retreating to the couch, he was enveloped by the night’s silence, her words echoing in the chasm between them.

As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, the events of the night replayed in his mind, each moment a stitch in the fabric of their evolving relationship. The tenderness he had shown, her confused confessions, the fleeting kiss—it all painted a picture far more complex than any fake relationship should entail.

He realized then, in the quiet before dawn, that his feelings for Y/N were no longer a matter of convenience or pretense. They were real, as real as the ache in his chest when she spoke of hate, and as undeniable as the pull he felt towards her even now, separated by mere walls and unspoken truths.

-

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room where the hockey player lay on the couch, a thin blanket pulled over him. He stirred awake to an unfamiliar yet comforting aroma wafting through the air, the scent of brewing coffee mingling with something divine being cooked. For a moment, he forgot where he was, until the events of the previous night slowly pieced themselves back together in his mind.

Pushing himself off the couch, he stretched away the stiffness and followed the enticing smells to the kitchen. There he found Y/N moving around with an ease around the kitchen. She looked different in the morning light, her hair pulled back casually, a hint of vulnerability in her stance that he hadn’t noticed before.

“Good morning,” she greeted, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of last night’s vulnerability. “I figured the least I could do, after you took care of me, was to make breakfast.”

He offered a small, appreciative smile, accepting the peace offering. "Smells amazing," he remarked, settling at the kitchen island, his gaze lingering on her.

The kitchen became a quiet refuge from the previous night's turmoil, their silence a comfortable blanket wrapping around them, hinting at a mutual understanding that was slowly knitting together despite their attempts at maintaining distance.

At one point, Y/N scooped up a spoonful of the meal she weas preparing, offering him a taste. As she brought the spoon to his lips, she instinctively placed her other hand under his chin, catching any stray drops. It was a small, almost intimate act that seemed to bridge the distance between them, even if just for a moment.

The food was delicious, a testament to her skills and effort to make amends, but as they ate, the weight of last night's words hung heavily between them. Finally, Y/N broke the silence, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and resignation. “About last night... we can just forget it happened, right? Go back to being strictly professional?”

He paused, the taste of the breakfast turning bittersweet. Part of him wanted to dive into the conversation, to explore the truths that had been revealed in her moment of vulnerability. But the reality of their situation, the facade they had to maintain, loomed large. “Yeah,” he agreed reluctantly, “strictly professional.”

The agreement hung in the air, a mutual decision to bury their emerging feelings under the guise of professionalism. Yet, the care they had for each other, the glimpses of something deeper, couldn’t be entirely masked by their words. It was there in the way she had cooked for him, in the way he had cared for her the night before, and even now, in the shared looks that spoke volumes.

As they cleared the dishes, a silent acknowledgment passed between them, a recognition of the complex bond they were beginning to form. Despite their agreement to forget, it was clear that the events of the last night had irrevocably changed something between them, introducing a layer of care and affection that couldn’t be simply undone.

As he left her apartment that morning, the taste of her cooking lingering on his lips and the memory of her drunken confessions echoing in his mind, the hockey player couldn’t help but feel that their charade was evolving into something neither of them had anticipated or could easily dismiss.

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My first fic is up on Ao3 THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Okay. I need to calm down. Deep breaths. I've wanted to write for the longest time. I never found the courage, or the focus for it. Then the Ineffable Divorce happened on Good Omens and something shifted in me. I joined this hellsite again. I started talking to my mutuals, and reading fanfic. I found a writing guide in a book shop in Prague, which opened my third eye. Before I knew it, I was writing, and commenting, and finding inspiration.

I have so many people to thank. So, this is kinda like an Oscars acceptance speech, except I didn't win anything, very few people care, and I am not wearing black tie right now (blanket burrito. I'm wearing a blanket burrito.)

So I am sending extra special hugs and thank yous to:

😘 @phoen1xr0se, who encouraged me to join the Ao3 queue and just start writing

😘 @keikokasugawitch-blog, who volunteered to help with editing on Ao3, and stood by ready to jump to my rescue if I fumbled it

😘 @celestialcrowley for our chats about writing, and your encouragement to post so you can read my stuff

😘 @superstitiousteven who just slid into my DMs and told me they'd like to read my fic

😘 @nerdypixel, with whom we've been able to share our love of DnD, and whose work I get to beta (and happily, I might add!)

😘 @fellshish who is an amazing writer and the sweetest person, and made the reckless promise of reading my stuff when it's up

😘 And finally, my dear @crowleyscleaninglady, with whom we just clicked straight out of the gate, immediately took a rocket ship into the next dimension, and never looked back. We're writing fic together (and hoo boy it's a steamy one!), I'm betaing her incredible Good Omens Human Thief AU fic which gets me all kinds of excited, and she's just the best.

This fandom is amazing. You're all amazing. And, if you were to read, kudo & comment on my first fic ever, I would instantly die. But I would die happy.