#week 68

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Week 68 Prompts:

“I need you to remember that you love me.” -> “What did you do?”

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Babysitting the Demonic Duo - @thosehallowedhalls (Crimes of Passion; Trystan Thorne x F!MC)

Midnights Like This Part Fourteen: Falling Like the Stars - @queenrileyrose (The Royal Romance/Rules of Engagement; Leo x F!OC / Liam x F!MC)

i can't lose hope (what's left of my heart's still made of gold) by blladnna

19/20

This kid was so small.

That was Phil’s first thought upon opening his front door—that the kid on his front porch was so small. Too small for the warnings heaped upon Phil by the state, warnings of wild magic and dangerous words, of the treachery and trickery that came hand in hand with the legends of the fae. Phil had known many fae over the course of his lifetime, both kind and cruel. The kid on the front porch just looked like a kid.

He just looked scared.

Or: Phil signs up to be a foster parent and ends up just stacking broken kids in his house.

The Fault of Your Past by finwye

5/8

“You know we love you, Tommy?”

Tommy tensed and his eyes cautiously flickered up to meet Wilbur’s warm gaze. His first instinct was to nod and reciprocate the verbal affection, though something inside him —something insecure that had been broken far too many times over— seized up in his gut and made his lungs contract unnaturally. He stared up at Wil and the acknowledgement died on his tongue.

It caught Tommy off guard when something he couldn’t quite place faltered in Wilbur’s expression. His smile looked misplaced beneath the shock that flashed in his eyes and the blonde wondered how on earth this man could look at Tommy and still have something to smile about.

Wilbur studied his little brother for a moment before he hummed softly and leaned down to press a lingering kiss to the crown of Tommy’s head. “We love you.”

OR, Wilbur takes Tommy back to his place after a concerning phone call, and though the bruises littering his skin speak for themselves, there's something Tommy isn't telling Wilbur; something he would rather die than tell anyone.

like a hug when you're not there by plantform

1/1

“He’s gonna kill you,” Wilbur mumbles, not looking at him.

Tommy doesn’t care now; he has the hoodie—it’s his. “No, he will not. He likes me. I’m his favorite.”

“You’re definitely not.” The words are swimming in laughter.

Tommy throws one of the cushions at Wilbur’s head. Missing by a lot. “Shut up. I am.”

Wilbur points his phone at him, taking a picture. “I guess we’ll see.”

Or: Tommy makes a habit of taking Phil, Wilbur, and Techno's clothes—and they're very overwhelmed.

If I Lie (Maybe I'll Believe It) by weepingvirtue

9/?

At sixteen years old, Tommy knew so many things.

He knew that people were predictable and selfish. He knew not to trust, not to take, and not to get comfortable for too long. He knew that the concept of family was as fake as the highlights in his foster mother's hair.

Tommy had known for years that life was painful and had no extra love for some ratty foster kid like him. He knew that it was him and his copy of The Odyssey against the whole world. He knew that he only had to survive long enough to make it to his eighteenth birthday before he could escape.

But when Tommy ends up fostered in the Watson household completely by chance, he finds that maybe he never knew anything in the first place.

or, the one in which Tommy Innit has never really experienced love, family, or belonging, and is suddenly surrounded by it all at once.

When it's strange to take a walk downstairs by justsummr

24/43

Phil couldn’t turn away, not when the chances of both of the boys being sent to a bad home was so high. He couldn’t look at this eleven year old boy, the one with the fiery blue eyes, and take him from his brother. How could he look at Wilbur who was sixteen and he did best in history and music and turn him down? He couldn’t send either of them away, let alone separate them.

They weren’t just two kids in the system anymore. They weren’t just names in the pile of thousands. Phil had seen them. He’d seen their faces, the homes they'd been too, the people they were. He’d seen them and he knew so much about them. It wasn't just an idea anymore, these boys were real.

or: phil adopts two brothers, wilbur and tommy. and maybe he bit off more than he could chew

title from Helena Beat by Foster the People

i love you (i'll say it again and again) by olivr

1/1

The idea of love wasn't unfamiliar to Tommy.

He knew he was loved. There was evidence in the way his parents celebrate every milestone with him, the way his Mum will cook him an extra grilled cheese on the days it's exceptionally hard to get out of bed or when he overworks himself. There was evidence in the way his father always laughed along with his jokes, helped him with his tech, and simply hugged him in silence when he needed it. He was born, and they decided he was enough. They loved him, and he loved them back.

Not to mention his online family. The entirety of the Dream SMP had made it clear they cared about him, that any of them were always there for him. His millions of fans told him about how much he helped them, albeit indirectly, and of how much they love his content.

The list goes on, from close friends to even closer family. Tommy was loved, he'd been told before.

Sometimes, though, he doubts it. In some moments, the evidence is pushed to the back of his head and all he's left with is a suffocating, helpless, strong feeling of loneliness.

Was he really loved?

CONFESSIONS ★ WEEK 68: @williamcorystanley

9/1/2020

Size: 34” -43” = 34i

Dose: 10mg a day

Goal: “L”cup

Wow I can’t believe it’s September already AND to top it all off, tonight going into tomorrow is a full moon! Part of me feels happy and excited for the cooler months, but also I lowkey feel unaccomplished without a goal now :/ Since I can’t reach my L cup goal anytime soon, I guess I’m going to have to think of a new goal. My long term goal of getting pregnant someday is still on hold due to the uncertainties of....well everything (I live in the US jfc) and my chances of getting Domperidone are slim to none. The odds are against me on this one, but losing hope is the one thing I won’t do.

 I love my body and doing this trial makes me incredibly happy. I think I’ve been focusing too much on the physical aspects of the trial and have neglected the emotional and mental side to what it means for me too. Although it would be a dream of mine to have an L cup, I do need to acknowledge all of the effort and time that it took me to get to where I am now, my body and mind worked hard in this trial. That goes for everyone else who is trying to lactate or taking Domperidone for their own goals and reasons. Y’all deserve credit where credit is due :)

We are so excited to announce another week here, week 68 wow how time goes by here on spncreatorsdaily! This week we are saying goodbye to one of our cherished members, @envydean that made this difficult decision to leave the blog, we are super grateful to you and your support!

@envydean has blessed this fandom with her writing and graphics, she also runs @destieltropecollection which is an amazing blog dedicated to all destiel fics and we can be so grateful for her hard work!