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Hi Jay! Do you have any Daryl fics in the works? Iâm just curious. Thanks for sharing your writings!
yes! i have two daryl WIPs at the moment. one of them i could post any time if i decided not to include smut and one needs like 60% of one more chapter written. theyâre both thickums
i HATE fâme. itâs so clunky and like. the words do get compounded but not to THAT extreme it just makes me so uncomfortable i cannot explain it. weird fanfic terms???
i think for me itâs partially bc i read a lot of daryl dixon and sonny carisi fanfics and they both have heavy accents so people will use âfâmeâ to indicate the non rhotic pronunciation on the word (âfuhâ vs âforâ) so then i see jack abbot say it im like ??? but ultimately yknow whatever gets your dick wet itâs not like âgummy wallsâ which i will actively campaign against
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Just want to say a while ago I finished what was of your Titus series and I'm in love with it, I keep going back and its awesome. Im so excited to where it gets taken to next; Love your writing, and I hope you have a great day/night!
PS; This is how i deadass felt. You're magical and amazing
hahaha thank you so much!! i have likeâŠ..Most of the rest of it written but itâs a matter of filling in the rest and thatâs the hard part lol
Can I just say you are such an extremely talented writer. I am obsessed with the puppy dog eyes series. Youâll be writing books on shelves in no time - in awe of you!
ive already written books on shelves! i have a few published YA novels. fanfiction is my secret little nasty personal time hobby
i LOVE your writing! your have a really interesting and accurate way of characterizing each person in your fics! they're very fleshed out, like REAL people, in a very beautiful way. i particularly like how you tackle "bad" characters (like Titus Danforth and Pope Cody). every fic i read from you is, like, OBVIOUSLY laced with care, passion, and effort. it's very admirable. you're awesome! i'm so so so endlessly grateful that i found your fics a few months ago. đ
sweetheart reader taming titus i feel in my heart of hearts works with or loves animals. contrast to the beastmaster/hunter vibe the danforths have going on⊠she rescues birds and squirrels and she has two cats and fosters puppies and send tweet
iâm having her be a biology illustration student so sheâs very like all flowers are precious look at this tiny frog
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Series Summary: Taking Lena under your wing leads to you developing a relationship with her Uncle Pope. You might be just the thing they've needed to feel like a real family.
Chapter Summary: You help Lena navigate one of the most challenging days of the year for an insecure middle schooler: Picture Day. As he watches Lena blossom because of your influence, it becomes harder for Pope to ignore his feelings for you.
Tags/Notes:Â fluff, parent!pope, girly girl reader, lena blackwell, slow burn
Content Warnings: none
Author's Note: because of everything going on in my life atm, i'm gonna be focusing on WIPs that are closer to being done or that just make me happiest for a bit so here's more of this!
Word Count: 3.1k
As the summer winds down and the school year begins, Andrew gradually becomes comfortable with having you around Lena. Soon enough, heâs reaching out to you when he has emergency repair work for his tenants so you can babysit. You get used to picking her up from the skate park to take her home or to the mall or the beach, whatever she wants. Itâs nice; sheâs kind of your mini-me, always looking to you for things that Pope canât really help with. His advice for dealing with mean girls was âHow about you tell me who their dads are and Iâll handle it?â with his knuckles clenched white around the steering wheel, so your gentler touch is definitely needed.
All the while, youâre focused on nurturing your relationship with Lena, not your crush on Pope. Teaching her what she wants to learn and sneaking in the truths she needs to hear. He tries to do the same because heâs terrified of scaring off the one good female role model Lena has.
The dam of his attraction to you breaks slowly, tiny cracks in his resolve over time. It splinters in every moment that he watches you with Lena, always so gentle and so light, meeting her where she is. It crumbles each time he walks you into your building and then turns on your bedtime livestream on the way back home, listening to your sweet voice talking about him and Lena â who you give nicknames for privacy â and your plans and your job and whatever your followers want to hear. He just likes to hear your voice, a warm thing made of butterfly wings and cotton candy.
The third week of September, Pope canât ignore it anymore.
SUNDAY
The three of you are at the mall on Sunday afternoon when Lena asks, âCan I get an outfit for Picture Day while Iâm here, Pope?â
Tilting his head to the side as he vaguely remembers the eight Picture Days he had before dropping out for good â Smurf never bought the packets they tried to sell because he didnât smile, anyway â he asks, sounding genuinely curious, âYou need a new outfit for that?â But then you glare daggers at him and he quickly corrects, âOf course, Bean. Whatever makes you feel your best.â
âCome on,â you suggest, happy to have a new mission for the afternoon, âletâs go to that little boutique on the first floor where we bought your purple sundress. Something bright and fun like that would be perfect, donât you think?â
âExactly,â Lena agrees seriously. As you all take the escalator down to the other side of the mall, Lena tells you, âMaya Jenkins made fun of my picture last year, so I want to make sure I have a really nice one this time.â
âFrom everything youâve told me, Maya Jenkins is a rat bitch,â you reply right away, not thinking. Pope snorts out a laugh behind you as you clear your throat and backpedal, âHow about this year you show up feeling confident as hell and totally ignore her and take the prettiest picture ever for you? Not for her or anyone else. We can get a cute frame and hang it up somewhere nice. Iâm sure your uncle would like to have something to remember what you were like at this age when youâre grown up.â You cut a glowing look over your shoulder. âRight, Andrew?â
âAbsolutely.â He shrugs like it isnât a big deal, which makes it obvious to you just how important it really is. âWish I had more pictures of me and Julia from when we were kids.â
Your eyes soften as you gaze at him for a moment. Lena looks between the two of you with a satisfied, cheeky smirk.
TUESDAY
You show up at Popeâs house at 5:30 with your hair curler, makeup bag, and manicure kit in tow. You havenât even gotten yourself ready yet, still in a pair of slouchy shorts and a tee with no bra, hair tucked in a pink silk bonnet and no makeup on your face; ensuring that Lena feels good before Picture Day is more important to you than looking good. That reality makes Popeâs stomach twist around itself. The view of your cute nipples nudging at your pajama top doesnât hurt, either.
Lenaâs on the couch in her PJs eating breakfast (peanut butter banana pancakes, eggs, sausage, strawberries, and fresh-squeezed orange juice; Andrew told you heâs very serious about making sure Lena has enough protein and vitamins). She squeals happily when she sees you and pats the spot on the couch next to her, which you occupy right away.
Before you can say anything, thereâs a plate of food in your hands, Andrew silently serving it to you with a knowing look. âI watched your stream this morning; a handful of chocolate almonds isnât breakfast.â
You roll your eyes but accept it because Pope is one of those people who make arguing completely futile â and, admittedly, youâre so fucking charmed by knowing he watches your streams to keep tabs on you when you arenât together. âThank you. Thatâs very sweet.â
Lena hums happily, âSee, Pope? I told you she wouldnât think itâs weird.â
As you giggle at him, Andrew rumbles something under his breath and returns to the kitchen to clean up from cooking.
Between bites, Lena tells you, âIâve got my outfit and accessories and stuff all picked out now.â Then she picks up her phone and opens up Pinterest, showing you some inspiration pictures for her hair and nails, all sunshine and daisies and bouncy curls. âYou think we can do something like this? I know we donât have a ton of time.â
As Andrew joins you back in the living room, flopping onto the closest armchair with his legs spread wide like such a man, you shake your head and assure, âI did a fancy updo and a full set of French tips in an Uber on the way to my cousinâs bachelorette party; we have plenty of time.â
Popeâs eyebrows raise. âSeriously?â
âMhmm,â you reply, all proud. âWe girly girls have a set of skills you could never ever begin to comprehend.â
He chuckles under his breath and then stands, taking your and Lenaâs empty plates with a quick, âGo get ready. Iâm not gonna let you be late to school just because you wanted to look cute for picture day.â
You scoff, âItâs a need, Andy, not a want. But weâll be quick.â
Andy.
Andy Andy Andy Andy.
His brain turns to ice cream and his veins fill with hot fudge because youâre so fucking sweet to him without even thinking about it. Heâs rendered entirely speechless, wide-eyed and toddler-hopeful, as Lena snatches your hand and drags you into her bedroom suite. He canât manage a single thought for five minutes straight, simply awestruck by the easy intimacy of your slow integration into his life.
Still floaty with adoration, Andrew drifts over toward the two of you after half an hour, knowing he needs to start corralling Lena for school. When he sees you finishing off Lenaâs daisy-inspired makeup look with some soft highlights on her cheeks, he melts. Since losing her mom, Lenaâs never had someone be so gentle with her, smiling and affirming and complimenting until she actually feels good about herself.
Once youâre happy with the makeup look, you finally allow Lena to look in the mirror, asking with bated breath, âWhat do you think, Lee?â
With a smile that actually makes her seem like a kid instead of a mini adult for once, Lena announces, âI look so pretty.â
When you catch Andrewâs eyes in the mirror, heâs absolutely glowing. Yes, for him that means a soft smile and crossed arms. But you can see the smile in his eyes and the innocent blush in his cheeks. He may not get this whole thing, but heâs Lenaâs #1 fan, so if all this makes her feel pretty and confident, heâs going to support it with his whole chest. He touches her shoulder, knowing better than to ruffle her hair or even graze her cheek. âYouâre beautiful, Bean. Really.â
Her smile grows as she once again checks herself out in the mirror.
FRIDAY
The day Lena comes home with her school pictures, youâre already in the kitchen with Andrew, working on dinner together in a comfortable rhythm with one of his crackly old records crooning through the house. Lena has Art Club on Fridays, so itâs about five when one of her friendâs moms drops her off at the bottom of the driveway. The sound of middle school girls saying enthusiastic goodbyes with talks of weekend plans makes you and Andrew smile to each other, small and intimate.
You hear Lena before you see her, skipping quickly toward the kitchen and loudly announcing, âWe learned to draw in two-point perspective today, Pope! You wonât believe how cool this drawing of-â She stops and grins when she sees you there alongside her uncle, quickly tackling you into a hug. âI didnât think youâd be here today!â
âAndrew thought itâd be fun to surprise you with your favorite dinner and I offered to pick up the groceries and help him out,â you explain with a warm laugh as she lets you go. âNow letâs see that drawing, yeah?â
While you and Andrew finish up dinner, Lena shows off the sketches she did during her club, all with mostly erased perspective lines that show the new skill sheâs learning. Theyâre architectural, inspired by buildings in the neighborhood on the shore, and they really do show some potential. You make sure to ooh and ahh appropriately, knowing how important it is for her to be encouraged.
Once the three of you are full of Andrewâs supposedly famous fish tacos and your signature citrusy mocktail, the dishes are cleaned up, and Lenaâs homework is done, Lena takes out a thick folder from her backpack and hands it unceremoniously to her uncle. âWe got our pictures back today. I think they turned out good.â
Andrew sits up straight on the couch and you lean in, too. Quickly and quietly, trying not to make a thing of it, he opens up the hefty envelope of photos â heâd ordered multiples of every size they offered plus a fridge magnet, a keychain, and digital copies inexplicably still stored on a DVD.
A slow, tender smile spreads over Andrewâs lips as he takes them in. Lenaâs absolutely beaming at the camera, clearly feeling herself in her cute makeup, clothes, and hair. She actually looks like herself. He pulls her into a tight hug on his lap and tells her seriously, âThese are really great, Bean. Weâll go out and get some frames tomorrow; Iâve gotta put one up in my office at the park and one over the fireplace here.â
She perks up and hugs him again, burying her face in his neck. âReally?â
âOf course,â he assures; you can see the familiar pain in his eyes at the idea sheâd even question that. âHell, Iâll get it tattooed if you want me to.â
She laughs and shakes her head. âThat might be too far.â Then, still perched on his knees, Lena turns to you with wide, hopeful eyes and asks, âWhat do you think?â
You look more closely at the largest photo and tell her, âYou look so beautiful, Lee, seriously. These could be in the dictionary next to âpretty.ââ
Her smile only grows as she averts her eyes, embarrassed but thrilled under the praise from everyone. âThanks for doing my makeup and everything.â
âAny time,â you reply, dipping down to make eye contact so she knows itâs true, âalthough youâre really coming along as my makeup protege. You wonât need to have me on call soon enough.â
She shakes her head as she stands up. âYou still have to teach Pope to take care of his skin.â
You give him a mean faux-glare and cross your arms over your chest. âYou arenât following the routine I built for you?â
He puts up his hands defensively. âI am, I swear.â
Lena grabs his right hand and holds it out in front of you. âHis face, yes, but look at these sandpaper hands. He needs more help if heâs ever going to get a girlfriend.â
âI donât think heâd have any trouble getting a girlfriend if he wanted one,â you reply, hoping your voice isnât too needy with your crush.
Andrew nods tightly. âThank you very much.â
But you still wrinkle your nose at the callus on him, taking his hand in yours and inspecting closely. As sexy as they would feel on your soft skin, his hands definitely donât look well cared for. With a little shrug, you admit, âActually, though, you really should let me get you a nice heavy cream for these. Repair all these cracks.â
He sighs, thinking about nothing but how good your hands feel on his skin even in this totally platonic way, âWhatever you say.â
You teasingly pat him on the cheek. âThatâs what I like to hear.â
After a charged beat where you and Andrew hold eye contact a little too long, Lena interrupts with a tug to your sleeve. âCan you stay for movie night? We always watch something together on Fridays.â
Batting your lashes, you turn back to Andrew. âIâd love to â if itâs okay with Andy.â
He rolls his eyes and shifts his legs to stop himself from chubbing up at how fucking sexy you look when youâre being totally silly with him. All he can picture is how pretty youâd be looking up at him like that and begging for something very different. âOf course itâs okay. What are we watching, Bean?â
âTen Things I Hate About You,â she says. âKyra and Kylieâs mom has a picture of Heath Ledger up on their wall and I want to see if heâs actually cute on film.â
You nod, impressed. âGood call. And I promise he is.â
Andrew sighs, ready to strap in for yet another romcom (god, he misses when she always wanted to watch a Land Before Time feature), and orders, âGo get ready for bed first. We both know itâs 50/50 if you fall asleep and Iâm not fighting with you over brushing your teeth when youâre half-conscious again.â
She pouts but concedes, âThatâs fair. The evidence is there.â
Andrew snickers, âThank you for your cooperation.â
Once Lenaâs disappeared into her bedroom suite, Andrew stands up hastily, beelines to the kitchen, and rummages around in a way that makes it clear youâre supposed to follow him. First, Andrew removes last yearâs school picture from his wallet and hands it to you. In it, Lenaâs barely forcing a smile, her eyes full of insecurity and her lips pressed in a tight line. âShe wouldnât let me put up any of these. None from the year before, either. She said she looked ugly.â
Instinctively, you rub his back between his shoulder blades. âNobody deserves to feel that way, especially not such a good kid.â
Placing a wallet-size of the new picture, where sheâs glowing and confident, in the plastic sleeve in front of the old one, Andrew swats a tear from his cheek and whispers roughly, âThis is the first school picture where sheâs really smiled.â Another tear falls and this time he lets it, trying to breathe deeply and steady himself in your hand on his back. âGod, sheâs got the most beautiful smile, doesnât she?â
âYeah, she does.â You slide your arm across his shoulders and squeeze him. âIâm so glad she felt good about herself.â
Then Andrew Cody does something youâd never expect from him: He hugs you. Tight. His strong arms wrap around your back and he kisses the side of your head. Without questioning the moment, you bury your forehead in the crook of his neck and breathe in his brisk cologne. In a shaky vulnerable voice, he murmurs, âThatâs because of you. I canât thank you enough.â
He pulls away abruptly because he knows he could get lost holding you. Thereâs more he has to do. While you stand there, still a bit breathless from his strength and his scent, Andrew opens up a high cabinet â one nobody but him could reach â and removes something you canât quite see. âHere,â he mutters as he shoves a thick envelope into your hands, âjust a thank you. For all the time you spend with Lena. And everything else. Donât make it weird; just take it.â
You peek suspiciously inside the envelope and find two brand new bundles of hundred dollar bills, fresh from the bank. Closing it immediately, you press it to his chest and reply, âAndrew, I canât take two thousand dollars from a single parent.â
His eyebrows pinch together and he pouts adorably. Voice gravelly and low, he insists, âI said donât make it weird and just take it. Câmon, be good for me.â
Well, that goes right between your legs. He didnât necessarily mean to phrase it that way, but he also definitely doesnât miss the way you choke out a nervous breath/giggle and flick your eyes away from his. After swallowing thickly, you tell him, âOkay, fine, but Iâm going to get you and Lena presents and you canât stop me.â
Finally, he cracks that lopsided smile youâve only gotten out of him a handful of times. âYouâre not the kind of girl I could stop from doing anything you wanted to. I like that about you.â
âThat Iâm stubborn?â
âThat youâre sure. You donât question yourself. Itâs-â you can hear how he wants to say âsexyâ in his tone and the way his words hitch â-an attractive quality in a woman.â
Before you can respond, Lena emerges from her bedroom with her teeth brushed, her pajamas on, and her hair braided. You squeeze Andrewâs bicep briefly, your eyes communicating more emotion than he could ever understand, and tuck the money in your purse before joining Lena back in the living room. Andrew sits in the middle and it strikes him that he could get used to this â his girls on either side of him, an easy domestic life spread out for the taking.
Within an hour, Lenaâs snoring, her head on Andrewâs lap, before Heath Ledgerâs even delivered his iconic serenade. You hum along to it under your breath, nudging Andrew at your favorite moments, and try not to wake Lena with your happy squeals at the best scenes. Itâs no surprise to him that romcoms are your favorite. Toward the end, you give him a sleepy smile and then rest your head on his shoulder like itâs nothing. Normal. Where your cheek touches his shoulder, it feels like lightning.
That settles it.
This isnât a crush or some fleeting attraction.
Heâs falling in love with you.
Now what the fuck is he supposed to do about it?
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wanna write titus danforth absolutely being TAMED by the sweetest, shyest little thing. nobodyâs ever had him wrapped around her finger like this. ideas?
hey gang mr. james and i made the decision to move my mom to assisted living in the fall with a potential for memory care and honestly we just have so much home life logistical stuff to do right now that iâm not sure iâll get a fic out wednesday! weâll see how things go but uhhh yeah my current to do list is comprised only of big grownup tasks and sadly that means they have to be prioritized
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tagged by @thedamnqueenofhell to do this whatâs in my bag picrew and i love to have fun and to be included in things so!
guess what my favorite color is
this is an aspirational bag bc im so bad about carrying around my epi pen and using my eye drops
tags for the first handful of people i see on my "replies" tab bc i have that open: @thatcorporategirlie @honestlystop @lifeofapittgirl @lumilily @artsymaddie @moonstruks @yournamesnob @lorosette @bbuuunnyyy @romantic-insomniac
and @kenobifitz also bc i love you and this is v your aesthetic