Sans do you ever feel that something might be missing?
Maybe he felt like that at some point, maybe for a long time. In the present, I think he's made some kind of peace with it.
Also, I really like the ask blog format, but I don't really mean this to be an ask blog.
So when writing questions, try to refer them to me instead of the characters. That way, they don't have to break the fourth wall lmao. I really wanted to answer this one tho
summary: avery comes back from a long day at work, frustrated until she reaches the comfort of her home. (i cannot write summaries to save me as well)
pairings: jameson x avery, snippets of lyragrayson, libbynash and xanmax
a/n: avery comes back from a long day at work, frustrated until she reaches the comfort of her home. (i cannot write summaries to save me as well.)
Avery walked the living room with a weary sigh, letting her bag slip from her shoulder and fall beside the sofa with a heavy thud. Without a second thought, she collapsed onto the cushions, a quiet groan escaping her as she slipped off her heels, letting them tumble onto the rug before leaning forward to rub her aching feet.
Jameson, who had been listening to Xander tell some ridiculous story, looked up. The easy grin vanished the moment he registered Avery’s exhaustion. Without hesitation he crossed the room dropped down next to her. Avery instinctively leaned against him, his arm finding its familiar place around her waist.
On the rug infront of the fireplace, Xander was sprawled out with one leg stretched and the other bent underneath. Max was tucked comfortably against his side, her kindle balancing on her knees, its page of text long forgotten as her sharp eyes fixed on Avery. Across the room, Libby sat curled beside Nash, who was absentmindedly tracing circles on her wrist over the knitted blanket stretched between them. Avery’s eyes flickered towards to the empty baby swings resting in the corner. The twins must be sleeping.
The moment Libby caught sight of Avery’s face, she straightened upwards, her maternal instincts kicking in. “Aves?” she asked softly.
A moment later, Oren and Alisa entered, slowing almost immediately as they exchanged a brief glance of concern.
“Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine.” She sighed as she looked up at them.
Max narrowed her eyes, leaning forward on her elbows.
Avery peered up at her. “What?”
“You’re doing that thing again.”
She frowned. “What thing?”
“The thing where you say you’re fine but everyone knows you most definitely arent”. Max replied, rolling her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world
From the opposite couch, Grayson gave a single nod of agreement while Lyra curled on his chest, her fingers loosely intertwined with his as she quietly watched.
Max slowly turned her head toward Grayson, gaping at him in mock horror. “Did you just motherfaxing agree with me?”
“Do not get used to it.” Grayson answered smoothly, his voice dropping into its usual businesslike tone, with a slight hint of a smile.
Despite herself, Avery felt the corner of her mouth twitch. Max and Grayson had always had a some what complicated relationship when it came to normal conversations.
Almost a smile. But the heavy weight in her chest returned.
“I just…” She let out a breath, her frustration flaring back, “I just don’t understand why this one board member constantly insists on treating me like I don’t know what I'm doing. Every single meeting, it’s something new.”
She sat up exasperatingly as she continued, throwing her hands in the air as she mimicked him.
“‘Oh Ms Grambs, are you sure you thought this thoroughly enough?’”
“‘Oh Ms Grambs, maybe you should rethink this’.” She blew a stray hair out of her eyes. “How many times do I have to repeat that my decisions don’t need to be questioned every five minutes.”
Jameson’s arm unconsciously tightened around her, his jaw hardening. “Has he ever questioned anyone else like that?”
Her lips pinched together in a thin line. “No! And the worst thing is that he agrees with everything in the end anyway. He just persistently insists me to justify each point I make.”
Lyra tilted her head thoughtfully against Grayson’s shoulder. “Then the issue probably isn’t the work itself, he’s just underestimating you and trying to get under your skin.”
Grayson’s eyes remained fixed on Avery. “Lyra’s right. Do you want me to attend the next meeting with you?”
Avery huffed a quiet laugh and shook her head, touched by the Hawthorne protective streak. “No it’s fine, it’s just exhausting.”
She was so caught up in the conversation that she hadn’t noticed Nash leave until he ambled back in, now carrying a mug of tea, the scent of chamomile cutting through the room.
“Here, don’t sweat it kid.” he said with an easy smile, handing over the mug. He settled back beside Libby who tucked herself comfortably against his side again.
Avery smiled gratefully at him, her cold fingers wrapping tightly around the warmth of steaming cup.
For a few moments, no one said anything. The fire crackled softly filling the silence with a comforting warmth. Jameson glanced down at her, noticing the way she was still tense despite the tea in her hands. “You’re still annoyed.”
Avery looked at him. “I’m allowed to be”.
His response was immediate, gentle. “I know, but that doesn’t mean you have to carry it around all night.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but stopped when she realized she didn’t have one. “Rude.”
A small smile tugged at Jamesons mouth. “You’re welcome.”
Avery rolled her eyes but her eyes softened. Jameson’s gaze drifted to her feet, bare and pale against the rug. Before she could react, Jameson reached down and carefully lifted both of her feet onto his lap.
Avery blinked in surprise. “Jameson.”
“You wore those heels all day. Your feet look like theyre on verge of breaking too.”
“I’m fine.” She protested.
Max immediately raised an eyebrow from the floor. “Don’t.”
Xander grinned. “You walked into that one Aves.”
Avery looked between them, unimpressed. Jameson didn’t comment, but smiled slightly as he pressed his thumbs gently against her foot, working away the tension. His movements were practiced and slow. Avery felt her shoulders gradually loosen as the stress melted away under his touch.
“There.” He murmured, keeping his voice low. “Now it doesn’t look like you were carrying the weight of the entire foundation on your back.”
“I did not look like that.”
Lyra hummed her disagreement from where she was curled up against Grayson., amusement dancing in her eyes. “Are you sure?”
Avery pointed a warning finger at her. “Don’t start Lyra.”
Lyra held her hand up innocently though her smile widened. “I’m not starting anything. I’m just saying you walked in here looking like you were personally preparing yourself to challenge every person in the building, not just the board member.”
Avery let out a sigh, a mix of contentment from Jamesons hands easing the soreness and defeat. “Are you all enjoying this?”
“Yes.” Xander answered instantly.
Max elbowed him. “Not helping, Xan ”
“Honesty is an important foundation for every family, Max.”
“Not always, it isn’t.”
“It is to me.”
Their voices shifted into quiet chatter as Avery’s eyelids grew heavy, her head shifting to lean on Jameson’s side as his hands continued to work the soothing, steady rhythm against her arches of her feet making her stomach flip. She smiled softly as she opening one eye just enough to look at him.
His focus was entirely on her, his expression uncharacteristically soft.
“You’re very serious about this.” She mumbled sleepily. Jameson glanced back up at her, a warmth spreading across his face as he took her in.
“I’m always serious about things that concern you,” he said with a teasing smile, reaching up to flick her nose.
“Thank you Jameson.” Avery whispered. There was an entire day of gratitude and relief packed into those three words but Jameson understood anyway.
“Always, Heiress.” He whispered back, his voice thick with a promise far beyond than a foot rub. This time his knuckles grazed her cheekbone and he leaned in, his lips brushing the crown of her head, leaving a lingering touch as he pulled away.
Avery’s lips curved into a sleepy smile, before her breathing eventually evened out. Her body was completely lax against his as she entered a deep sleep. Jameson waited a few moments, watching the rise and fall of her chest before prying the mug carefully away from her hands and setting it on the coffee table silently without breaking his gaze from her face.
He stayed exactly where he was, content to keep watch as the evening passed. But eventually, he rested his head against the couch, a faint smile lingering as sleep slowly found him too.
Uh oh I’ve accidentally stumbled into writing a love-triangle-that’s-actually-just-three-people-in-love-with-each-other sequel to a fic that I haven’t actually finished yet, I hate it when that happens
I just want a modern AU where an oblivious Pat forces the Captain on a number of ill-fated dates, and they both keep torturing themselves because Pat is a fixer who represses his negative emotions and the Captain is a sad sad man who can’t just admit that he’d probably do anything Pat asks so long as they can bicker about it first…
i made a crappy zine to highlight the inner workings of my teenage brain
BEFORE READING THE ZINE; mentions/descriptions of mental illness, paranoia, and sh. be wary!
riot grrrl and zines have always been interesting to me, and were what inspired the creation of this zine alongside pinterest doomscrolling
i always get nervous to show off any of my artwork/writing but i do think this zine is cool enough to show off to a platform that seems pretty chill and supportive
fun fact about the creation process; i came up with the titles of each piece before actually writing anything down. are some of the titles a little weird sounding? yes. do some of them possibly make no sense? perhaps... ummm but i had fun! yay
critiquing my own work and i must say "navigating around newfound love" is the weakest. i had to cut out a LOT in order to include at least a sprinkle of everything i wanted.
i could actually make another zine delving into each page, or at least telling the full story without running out of space or anything...
also note that if some colors/images look washed out it's because THEY ARE... my scanner is old and crappy, and the original copy is so much more colorful!!! :(
Do you plan on having your cryptid au be a fanfic or a webcomic? If you are planning on a webcomic, I wish you all the motivation and patience in the world. If it is a fanfic, same wishes. Both are hard to do, and it is amazing that you are this creative. I can tell you love all of your little guys, and I really like them too! Keep up the good work!
Both! Kind of.
I’m more confident in my ability to draw than to write, but the stories I have for the Cryptid au (there are multiple) are SO LONG! And they can get… uhhhh… violent. Things that I’m not so comfortable with drawing but am more than willing to write about.
Drawing brings me so much joy! So I will continue to make comics that go on the side of the eventual fics, I WILL NEVER STOP DRAWING THE LITTLE GUYS!!! But the bulk of the story will be written on Ao3 whenever I’m able to string more than a couple words together haha! (I’m really not great at writing but I promise I’ll do my best! This au is my beloved and I want to do it justice).
The moment I give myself deadlines is the moment I doom myself to never complete something so I’m hesitant to say… but the Cryptid au’s one year anniversary is September 25th. It sure would be epic to get chapter one posted by then.
