that face i can't

i may or may not have totally tweaked her face lol shh

anonymous asked:

I'm so proud of you and I can't even be because I'm a mere follower but you have done so much and grown so much since I started following you and you are my inspiration because what you're doing is everything I've dreamt of doing. I hope you can get your book published and I'm sure it's freaking incredible and I want to be one of the first people to buy a copy and show it off to all of my friends and family because I feel as if I can say that my friend wrote a book that the world loves 💜

Holy… this honest to god choked me up. I honestly don’t know what to say except thank you so much.  This is genuinely the nicest message I think i’ve ever gotten

anonymous asked:

I've seen the prompt floating around and would love to see your take on either claustrophobic or scared of thunderstorm Sport and caring considerate bf Robbie. Thank you!

Shameless plug: I’ve actually written a story with claustrophobic Sportacus! It’s on ao3 and it’s called Saying It First

So I’ll do the fear of thunderstorms. I can relate better anyway lol

The booms of thunder were muffled in Robbie’s underground home, but it was not enough for Sportacus. He still tensed at every clap. A particularly loud one had him burying his face in Robbie’s shoulder. 

As soon as Sportacus had popped out of the pipe, soaking wet and shaking, Robbie hadn’t left Sportacus’ side. He had handed Sportacus a dry change of clothes, wrapped him in a warm blanket, and laid down with him on the orange chair. Currently, Sportacus was sprawled on top of him, trying to concentrate on Robbie’s hand rubbing up and down his back. 

“Do you want anything?” Robbie asked, “Tea? Or…  I don’t know, warm water and honey? My go-to is hot chocolate but I don’t want to knock you out.”

“No, just… just stay here.” Sportacus mumbled, pulling the blanket until it almost covered his head.

He felt Robbie kiss the top of his head, “I can do that.”

Robbie began humming. Sportacus couldn’t place the tune, but it was soothing and something else to focus on besides the thunderstorm above them. 

Eventually, the storm moved on. For a few minutes afterward, neither of them moved. Then Sportacus raised his head and pressed a kiss to Robbie’s cheek, “Thank you.”

“Just doing my job. Someone has to keep the hero safe from the big bad thunder.”

Sportacus chuckled, “Don’t be mean.” This time he gave Robbie a proper kiss, “Love you.”

Robbie turned pink, like he did every time Sportacus said that. He absently pulled a lock of still-wet hair away from Sportacus’ face, “L-love you too.”