#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK THO I LOVE GETTING THEM

[a-syrns-call]

I forgot to do this ! Thank you @espace--positif and @pmpmyread for tagging me. Y’all are the only way I see these games lol

favorite color ˚☽˚.⋆ purple and pink

last song ˚☽˚.⋆ Amphetamine by Smino

currently reading・˚☽˚.⋆ Nothing actively atm scholarly Journals had all my attention for the semester. I do pick up ACOMAF every so often tho and I’m almost done with it . Ol girl was kinda getting on my nerves there for a minute.

currently watching˚☽˚.⋆ Abbot Elementary - I love Janine so much.

currently craving˚☽˚.⋆ Vietnamese Short Ribs 😋 Gunna ask my roommate to make them for me.

coffee or tea ˚☽˚.⋆ both! But Coffee gives me a tummy ache so I mostly drink Tea

get to know your moots tag game ! ✶ answer the questions, then tag six people

favorite color ꕀ green and brown last song ꕀ tú by maye currently reading ꕀ the luminaries by susan dennard currently watching ꕀ the great british baking show currently craving ꕀ massaman curry. like always. and like. alcohol and a couple cigs HAHA. a break too :P coffee or tea ꕀ always tea! i don't like coffee

ty for the tag @saltcxrcle ! tagging: @lelapine @toadspondofwhimsy @outof-spite @h0neyst4rz @hhoneylemon @our-lady-of-venom

[lostwysteria]

(Part 11. Yesterday was rough. In more ways than one. My main manager on duty was in a snit all day and we were slammed. Today might be worse. your comments and asks really kill me, tho. And enable me terribly. (And give me ideas.) Your tags are amazing as well. Omg)

Masterlist

Nice felt absolute bliss as he held his long time love and his new love at the same time. He had fallen so fast for Lin Ling. As fast as he had for Wreck. He never knew he could hold so much love in his heart. It was almost painful.

He would tear down Hero Tower itself if he couldn't keep the two in his arms with him.

…

“At least you brought home food.” Moon griped before stuffing her face with pasta. Nice was, well, nice enough to let her finish the spaghetti they brought with them from the night before. If he was lucky it was the last bit of his Ling’s cooking she would be having for a looooong while.

“Do me a favor and try your teleportation now. Test out if my plan worked.” Nice demanded.

Moon did so eagerly as all three men watched from the couch.

It worked. Moon opened a portal to a beach. 

“!!!!” She screamed wordlessly.

“Congrats!” Ling clapped joyfully. Nice pumped a fist in celebration. Wreck just gave her a thumbs up. 

“Oh. Let me help you pack. Where are you going first?. Do we have sunscreen for you? Bug spray? Let's find you some plane tickets. I’d feel better if you took things slow for your first trip.” Homemaker fretted. He’d been knocked fully into hero mode. One of his charges was leaving the nest. He’d gained the mental thread to her over the week as well. The thought that she was leaving was making him anxious. “You have to visit at least every season!” He told her seriously. Four months was the longest he could be separated from a permanent charge before their linking thread broke.

“I will! I’ll bring souvenirs!” She agreed happily.

Moon’s tablet beeped. She checked it. She then squealed. “I am still contracted with Treeman, but I can be a Wandering Hero. I still have a job! Oh. This is the best!”

…

Kira @cantstopwontstop

Nice bringing his men home.

*A pic of Nice landing in front of Hero Tower with Homemaker in his arms and Wreck on his back*

…

“Hey. Take care of them, yeah?” Moon half asked as Nice watched her pack.

“Isn't that a given, you gremlin?”

“Yeah. As much as I despise you, I’ll also kind of miss you, you Ken Doll.”

“Shut up. Me too.” He huffed.

“No you won't. You’ll be too busy trying to make babies with your new wife and your husband.” She teased. 

Nice stiffened. His face turned tomato red and a trickle of blood came out of his nose. Moon stared.

“Oh my god. Go away you perverted freak.” She choked out in a strangled whisper screech.

He flew to the bathroom at mach speed. 

Moon stared at her hands again and thought of the power she had as a Trusted fanfic author. “Omg.” She muttered, hysterical.

…

Moon left that night. Nice was down in the offices arguing with Miss. J over maybe setting up a ‘redemption arc’ for Wreck. Nice was obviously sick of shit and was now standing up for what he wanted. And he wanted Wreck to be by his side along with Homemaker. 

Ling was puttering around, placing little knick knacks on the new shelves he finished putting together and watering the new house plants. He was determined to make the place more cozy in a way that didn't set off Nice’s OCD. Wreck was at the piano playing a rambling melody.

It was very domestic and peaceful. Once he was done with his task Ling set down and started crocheting. He was making a light blue blanket. It was a domestic task that settled the buzzing need to do something under his skin. That was the drawback to his abilities. That overwhelming need to do domestic tasks and to care for others. 

It had only gotten stronger. He had hit rank 320. 180 ranks in a week. He was buzzing with new power. His abilities were much stronger now. As was the need. It would take a bit to get used to. 

“Thank you.” Wreck said as the melody shifted to a nice slow jazz.

“For what?” Ling asked as he added a colored row marker to the end of the blanket. It was a habit, really. He knew exactly what row he was on.

“For being there for him when I couldn't. He’s so much happier already. There's life in his eyes again.” 

“You don't have to thank me for that.” He told Wreck softly. 

“Yeah. I do.”

[concretejunglefm]

bestfriend!noah thot that has been brewing in my head for soso long

reader telling noah she’s never had sex even tho she has preached to him every which way about how her ex bf would fuck her any chance he got and noah being respectful thanks her for her honesty despite her lying withholding information (bc that’s a big thing to admit yknow)

she tells noah that she had always wanted him to be her first so that’s why she made up the lie in the first place but noah’s her best friend how could she just say that!!

then noah offers to be her first and…….. sigh yeah

hi bb I went for a real soft approach on this one, I hope you don't mind and you like it 💕

CW: smut including unprotected sex (p in v), first time, virgin!reader, soft and fluffy vibes/talk, light fingering (f receiving), confessions of love, best friends to lovers vibes.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“I was wondering… would you like to go to prom together?”

Noah had been contemplating asking you for nearly two weeks, ever since the posters advertising the school prom began coating the corridor walls, but your pause—between his question and your answer—caused him to hastily clarify something far from the truth, something that didn’t reflect how he really wanted to go with you.

“As friends.”

He didn’t get the chance to go with you—not even as friends.

Lately, you’ve been having these conversations more often. Gentle topics, approached lightly, but Noah knows the inevitable is coming—the kind of discussions you’ve both danced around, avoiding with careful footwork. A practiced tango where neither of you misses a beat.

And it’s in this rhythm that Noah’s confession finally slips free.

“When I asked if you wanted to go to prom together, I meant it as more than friends.”

Saying it aloud now sounds almost ridiculous. To admit the fear he felt in your delayed response, how that silence twisted in his chest, forcing him to blurt out ‘as friends’, like it didn’t splinter something deep inside him. No, you weren’t anything more than friends by label, but the way you look at each other—God, it tells a different story.

Back then, part of Noah had dreamed of walking hand-in-hand with you. Dancing together beneath whatever dollar-store decorations the gym had that year. That version of prom never happened, not as friends, and not as anything more.

But now, he’s determined to make it right.

It’s been less than a week since Noah brought it up. You honestly expect that he may have forgotten—but in truth, what he needs is time to prepare.

When you arrive at his, he banishes you to his bedroom with firm instructions: change into what he’s left for you, and don’t come out until he knocks. You attempt to peek over his broad shoulders as he directs you, stealing a glance past his larger frame to the multitude of bags spread out across the living room.

“What do you have planned?” you ask, brow arched.

His answer is firm—an instruction, giving you nothing. “Upstairs. Now.”

Stepping into his bedroom, you softly close the door behind you. Before you can even snoop around for a hint of what he has planned, your eyes catch on a large box laid out on the bed, finished with a ribbon and a card tucked beneath it.

You trace your fingers along the ribbon before slipping them beneath and retrieving the card. Tentatively, you open it, reading the soft inscription: No prom date is complete without a dress.

Tears press at your waterline, and you do your best to blink them away, but it’s opening the box that truly steals your breath.

Resting atop a folded dress is a white and red corsage made of delicate carnations. A soft sob catches in your throat as you reach in and gently lift it, stroking the petals before your eyes fall to the red dress beneath it.

You unfold it and hold it up against yourself, marveling at the sight. It’s a near-perfect match to the one you wore back then, but how Noah knew, you have no idea. He’d dropped out of school before prom came around, focusing on his band while you had your date—your first official boyfriend. Things only grew further apart from there, until recently, when your breakup seemed to pull you and Noah back together.

When you step in front of the mirror after slipping the dress on, you blink back tears long enough to really look at yourself. You’re not seventeen anymore—you don’t feel like a girl playing dress-up in something fancy, but the way your heart pounds in your chest, the butterflies swirling in your stomach,  it makes you feel it more than ever.

You honor Noah’s request and wait. You don’t leave the room until you hear his knock, and when you do—he’s changed, too.

His suit is slick, charcoal grey—the only one he owns, but it fits. A white and red carnation, matching your corsage, is pinned to his lapel. You’re not the only one losing your breath, because the second the door opens and he lays eyes on you, his is gone too.

“You look… wow. Wow. Oh, wow…”

A heat blooms in your cheeks and you drop your head, shying away, but he reaches out, his hand gently finding your cheek, guiding you to look back at him. His eyes lock onto yours, and he can’t stop smiling, he doesn’t think he ever will.

You look like you belong in a movie—like the kind of sight people write songs about, and maybe he will write one about tonight.

“Can I?” he gestures toward the corsage in your hand, taking it before you have the chance to answer. He slips it onto your wrist, and the brush of his fingers against your skin makes your heart skip a beat. You almost dare to believe you’re dreaming—until his fingers slip between your own, guiding you down the hallway and stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs awaits your first cheesy prom tradition: photos. The backdrop is a constellation sheet he found at Goodwill, which hangs a little crooked, but the effort makes it perfect.

“Say cheese,” he instructs, slipping behind you and falling into generic poses as Bryan takes a few snapshots. It takes until now to realize you’re not entirely alone—you can hear faint chatter coming from another part of the house, the living room, which has been blocked from your view. You imagine it’s the rest of Noah’s friends, and when he leads you into the main room—the now-transformed living room—you see them all hanging around, dressed in suits or their own versions of prom attire.

His living room has become a starry dream—more middle school dance than high school prom, maybe, but it’s magical anyway. Fairy lights sparkle, tinsel glimmers from every corner, and glow-in-the-dark stars blanket the ceiling and walls. Noah’s stuck them anywhere he could reach, and he’ll be finding them for weeks—but it’ll all be worth it for this.

“A night under the stars,” he says, grinning nervously. “It’s cheesy, right? You think it’s cheesy.” He panics before you even get the chance to speak, but the look on your face silences every fear.

“Dance with me.”

It’s not a question.

You take his hand, and he pulls you close, your body melting against his. Over his shoulder, you spot Matt—semi-dressed-up with an open shirt over a Lord of the Rings T-shirt—controlling the music. He switches it to something slower and softer.

Georgia, wrap me up in all your… I want ya in my arms Oh, let me hold ya…

Your hand finds Noah’s chest, palm flat over his heart. You can feel it—strong, steady, racing. You move effortlessly with him, a soft, swaying rhythm that matches the hum of the music, the lyrics washing over you both like waves.

Tears gather at the corners of your eyes and slip down your cheeks before you realize they’ve fallen. Noah pulls back just enough to see you, and the sight of you makes his breath catch—like the world has narrowed to just this moment.

This is the memory he had wished for a thousand times before: dancing with the love of his life at eighteen. The chance you never had back then, but here, now—it doesn’t matter anymore.

He holds you like you’re everything, and he’s never loved you more.

I would never fall in love again until I found her I said, I would never fall unless it’s you I fall into I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her I found you.

This is everything your prom should have been—and so much more.

When Noah leans down and dares to kiss you, it’s everything he could have ever imagined and yet somehow more. Your lips are soft and warm, and you make a gentle hum in response, as though you’re lingering in it the way he is. His heartbeat, thrumming in his chest, matches the rhythm of your pulse racing beneath his hand as he cups the side of your neck, holding you close in the embrace.

For a moment, you linger. You don’t say a word, just sway to the music, his forehead resting against yours. Neither of you dares to break away too soon, to fall back into reality.

It’s you who breaks the spell first, a soft confession slipping from between your lips.

“I always wanted you to be my first, you know. After prom… I thought that…”

You don’t finish the sentence, you know he can draw the conclusion of what you had anticipated. Even if Noah had suggested going as friends, you held onto the hope that it meant more—that prom night would change your friendship forever into something better.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t be.”

You hear it, there’s a faint hint of something in his voice, as though there’s genuine sorrow over not having been that person for you, and while you would have chosen to hold onto your words longer, you can’t stop them from tumbling out in one breath.

“You still can be.”

Noah pauses, pulling back to gaze down at you. His face twists, and for a moment, you think he’s going to be upset with you, but as quickly as the thought comes, his shoulders relax, his features softening—as though he understands without you needing to explain about why you lied—or rather, why you never corrected any assumptions he’d made about you and your previous relationship.

“Do you really mean that?”

You can’t quite pinpoint it, but it looks like relief that washes over him. Like he’s happy to know your ex never had you in the way he clearly always wanted to, and while he doesn’t say it out loud, it’s exactly what he’s thinking.

You nod—slow, but sure and he meets your mouth with another kiss, whispering softly, “We’ll take it at your pace.”

That’s all you need—his assurance, the tenderness in his words that allows you to fall into him even further.

Everything is at your pace. It’s you who takes Noah’s hands and guides him out of the ‘prom’ and up the stairs to his bedroom. You who starts pushing the suit jacket from his shoulders, your fingers tentatively trailing along the buttons of his shirt. When his mouth meets yours again, it’s soft and warm, and it sets off fireworks behind your eyes. This kiss is more intense, more devouring, more devoted than the one you shared downstairs.

It’s you who can’t hide your hunger for him anymore—no longer shying away from how you feel. You’ve held back for too long.

Piece by piece, you strip off your clothes until you’re falling back onto the bed together, Noah slotted between your thighs, both of your chests heaving with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his fingers delicately gliding across your skin, following the curve of your hips before they tickle along your stomach—making your body arch instinctively toward him.

“Yes…” you breathe, your fingers threading into his hair as you guide him back down to meet you. Your mouth finds his in a slow, gentle kiss, and the moment his hand slips between your thighs, a moan escapes into his mouth. His fingers circle your clit, teasing over the sensitive nub, and your hips rise instinctively, pushing closer to him.

“Noah…” you whimper, tugging at his hair. He smirks against your lips before trailing kisses along your chin, down your throat, pressing soft, reverent ones to the front of it. You’re sure he’s about to say something teasing about patience, but instead, he covers your skin in kisses, whispering the sweetest nothings—words that have your toes curling before he’s even inside you.

Beneath him, you raise your hips, trying to coax him closer, your skin tingling from the heat of his body and the way his throbbing erection presses against your thigh. 

“Please…” you whisper, breathless, your nails dragging down his back. Then you hear the soft rustle of foil. You reach for his hand, stopping him. “No, please—I want to feel you. I need to feel you inside me, Noah. Please… please, baby.”

The way you say ‘baby’ sends a surge of heat through him, pulling a trembling groan from his throat. Your pet names sound sinful and sweet when they fall from your lips like that, especially when you’re in this state—desperate, vulnerable, utterly his.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs, his lips brushing your throat, then trailing back up to yours. You answer with a soft, affirming sound, your eyes full of need.

The condom he’d been fumbling with is tossed aside, forgotten, as he slips a hand beneath you, cradling the back of your thigh, while the other wraps around his cock, guiding himself to you.

The press of his tip against your slit draws out a soft, needy sound from your lips. Your hips buck against him, your body craving him, aching to be filled. Slowly, he begins to sink into you, and a deep groan escapes his throat as your head falls back with a sharp gasp, followed by a moan that fills the space between you.

“How does that feel?” he whispers.

You clench around him in response, pulling him deeper, and he twitches inside you with a shudder.

“So good,” you whimper—and it does feel good. Incredible, in fact. It’s overwhelming and perfect all at once, like he’s sliding home to where he truly belongs and it’s a sentiment Noah shares, because nothing has ever felt so fittingly right as being wrapped in you, like this.

“I’ll start slow, okay?” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours, grounding you with a hand at your waist, cradling you close. “Okay?” he presses again, waiting for your answer, needing it—any sign that you’re okay.

A faint “yes” falls from your lips as your fingers tangle back into his hair, urging him on. You hold him close, your body trembling beneath him, unraveling with pleasure.

Every slow drag of him through your soft, velvet walls sends a shiver down his spine, right to the base of his cock and you feel it, too—the slow build in your stomach, a warmth that tightens with every movement, something you can’t quite name but know you never want to end.

“Feels…” you gasp, another moan tumbling out. “So good.”

Your legs wrap around him, desperate to pull him closer, and it’s enough to make him sink even deeper. Your bodies are completely pressed together as his hips move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You’re wrapped in each other—lost in the pleasure, the affection, the shared breaths and whispered truths that make this more than just sex. It’s love, pure and soft and all-consuming.

Noah’s confessions come in panted breaths against your skin. “I’ve always loved you. I don’t think there’s been a time I didn’t. And I’ve always thought about this… about you, about being with you.”

You clench around him, and he throbs inside you, perfectly in sync. Your bodies respond to each other instinctively, like they’ve always belonged together. The slow buildup of your climaxes comes with soft declarations of love, yours whispered against his jawline, teeth brushing the scruff that grazes your cheek with every movement.

And when you fall apart, it’s together—loud and messy, with moans and soft cries, praises and confessions tumbling out between gasps. You give yourselves over completely to what you’ve both fantasised about for so long: two best friends, deeply in love, finally and completely each other’s.

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[wandanatsgf]

Mommy’s Here

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Summary: After your bio mom kicks you out Wanda, your loving stepmom, takes you in

Warning: there’s mentions/implied abusive parents in this story. Also Wanda and R’s relationship isn’t healthy.

Author’s Note: i will probably expand on this story at some point. If you want a part 2 lmk!

Your whole body is shaking as you stand on your dad’s and stepmom’s porch. You have a bag with some necessities in it, some clothes, university textbooks, and laptop, things you couldn’t leave at your mom’s house. Tho bffs you knew she’d throw away the second you walked out the door.

You raise a fist to knock on the sage green door, rapping on it twice before it opens.

Wanda opens the door and the sight shes greeted with isn’t pleasant. You’re wet from the rain, your hair plastered to your face and clothes drenched. There’s a chill seeping into your bones, making you shake and shiver.

“Oh baby,” she says, taking you into her arms. Her arms envelope you, pulling you into her chest. You crumple against your stepmoms body, her arms hold you up as she walks the two of you over to the couch. She removes your bag, setting it off to the side then sits the two of you down with you on top of her.

“Shhh it’s ok baby. I’m right here,” the older woman coos into your ear. She rocks you back and forth in her lap, one arm around your waist while the other cradles your back. Your head is lying on her chest, so close that you can feel her heartbeat.

Being this close to your stepmom isn’t normal, you know that, yet you let yourself fall deeper into her. You convince yourself that maybe this is okay, Wanda can give you that parental love you desperately craved growing up. It’s okay, being held by her. Loved by her, it’s all okay.

You can feel tears slip from your eyes and fall down your face. Wanda’s right hand cradles your face and her thumb swipes over your cheek, wiping them all away. Eventually your tears subside and all that’s left are quiet sniffles.

“Do you want to talk about it, honey?” She asks after you’ve quieted down. Her tone is soft and her voice quiet, as if she’s scared of spooking you if she speaks any louder. You nod your head yes.

“She kicked me out. Forever this time,” you say, referencing your biological mom. Your words are muffled against Wanda’s chest but she understands you. She tightens her hold on you, as if she’s unwilling to let you go. Your body slumps against her.

“I’m sorry baby. You know you’re always welcome here,” she tells you and it’s the truth. Wanda has always welcomed you into her and your father’s house with open arms.

Over the past two years since Wanda married your father, your mother had kicked you out numerous times, whenever she got upset at you, she told you to leave. But this time was permanent. She needed your room for her stepkids now that she had also remarried. So that left you with nowhere to go but your dads and Wanda’s place.

Luckily your father is away in yet another work trip, leaving just you and Wanda alone.

Every time you left Wanda’s house to go back to your mom’s it broke Wanda’s heart. She knew your mom would just hurt you again, but still she let you go.

Wanda had always been there to support you, to welcome you into her house, which she insists is also yours. She was always so maternal with you. Taking care of you, getting you anything you needed. Maybe somewhere along the way a wire got crossed, because the word that almost falls out of your mouth were never meant to be said.

“Thank you mo-Wanda,” you say quickly correcting yourself. You’re not sure why you almost called her mommy, but it felt right. Still you correct yourself, not knowing how she would react to that word.

“What were you going to say, honey?” Her eyebrows are furrowed and she’s staring at you intently. There’s a small smile on her face as she looks down at you.

“Nothing,” you say choosing to pretend like you hadn’t almost called her mommy.

“Don’t lie to mommy, baby.” She reprimands you. It makes you feel weird, but you like it.

“I’m sorry mommy.”

“It’s okay sweet girl.” She smooths a hand through your hair and the action comforts you. You snuggle deeper into Wanda’s embrace, her presence a soothing balm to you.

You can’t see it, but Wanda is smiling. Ever since she had met you she had longed for this moment, for the day you gave in to her. The day you let her be your mommy and now it’s finally here.

“You’re okay baby. Mommy won’t let her hurt you again.” Wanda’s words are comforting to you. Knowing that someone cares about you that much, that they love you that much, has you melting.

As your body relaxes you can feel exhaustion taking over. Your eyelids droop and soon you’re drifting off.

“Go to sleep baby. Mommy will be here when you wake up.”

You fall asleep in her arms. There’s a smile on your face, which is so different from the expression you were wearing when Wanda opened the door.

Wanda gently picks you up and moves you to her bed. She take soft your wet clothes and slips one of her oversized shirts on you before pulling the covers down so she can slip between them, lying down next to you. She pulls you against her, her body spooning yours.

“Mommy’s here baby,” she says, even though you can’t hear her. “I’ll always be here.”

[lightweaver-chosen-if]

I'll be honest, at first I was a little sad at not being able to play as a nonbinary MC, still kinda am and a little part of me hopes it'd be possible in some sort of way (idk, maybe finally being able to experiment with our gender, tho i know that might be hard to write, and also no pressure to do any of that), but with the way the dorms seem to be organized by girls and boys, and what you've said in a previous ask about the the MC's and the ROs' gender mattering, it makes sense

On another point, I didn't think I'd like J this much, I love them, the "has begrudging respect for you after that little speed walk marathon" you get on the impressions if you chose to run made me smile when I saw it, I had to replay through each choice we get with them on the little training scene just so I could see all the different reactions, I love how, at least with the MC I'm going with now, they and J seemed to match eachother's energy, I'm not even going to start of "you remind me of a lost kitten" (I imagine it'd say puppy if we went with finding a dog instead?) And how much it, on my opinion, feels more natural if MC really reacts a little more positively to someone being more straight forward with them rather than the made of glass sort of kindness

Back in the demo's super early stages, I thought a lot about this a lot.

It was originally possible to have a nonbinary MC, but it always felt off when NPCs just magically knew what to call them without any context. I didn’t want it to be just a variable swap. I wanted it to mean something. So I took a step back to re-evaluate how to naturally incorporate it into the story. I know I won’t be able to get it perfect for everyone, but I want to do it right.

In any case, the answer is yes! MC will eventually have the chance to reflect on and express their gender in a way that fits them best, whether that's something they’ve always known or something they're coming to understand now that they finally have the space to explore it.

I'm planning to shift some of the gender selection moments to before the game starts, to better establish how NPCs perceive MC later on.

PS: To the first ask, the dorms are actually co-ed, in case you missed it ;d As for the J interaction. You're right! I might actually just make it another flavor text depending on MC's spiraling state...

Thank you for the ask!

[ninetyminutes]

saw the hockey au tag and had to come scream about it. lorne is a scrappy third line winger for sure but everyone knows his real talent is helping the coaching staff figure out the power play. dick ebersol is goalie, chevy is star first line center with dan on his wing

Oooo you’ve opened a can of worms in my brain. If I were to write this, which I will not be, this is what I think I would lean towards.

So I hear your Dick Ebersol as goalie but I think John Belushi is definitely also giving goalie vibes. Especially with how temperamental he is, like goalies are so weird and often times like to be left alone. I’m picturing him as some sort of hybrid goalie, like take Tuukka Rask’s anger and Ilya Bryzgalov’s sort of quirkiness with maybe a bit of Marc-Andre Fleury’s notoriety as a jokester and maybe a bit of his unpredictability—I’m looking at Fleury’s flying poke-checks in particular. He definitely leaves the crease a lot and it gives Lorne a heart attack every time. Maybe before their first game he leaves the rink and misses warmups and then just doesn’t show up until literally they’re about to take the ice.

If we’re making this a brand new professional team (idk what level we’re thinking), then David Tebet is definitely the General Manager (GM) for the team. Lore wise I’m thinking something along the lines of that baseball movie Major League where the owner of the baseball team wanted the team to fail.

Dick Ebersol could be like the Assistant GM or an Assistant Coach who used to play as a goalie. I can see him being sort of stuck between the corporate business world and the day-to-day operations with the team. He’s giving Kelly McCrimmon vibes, which is super obscure so I’ll elaborate. McCrimmon is the current GM of the Vegas Golden Knights, but before that there was a time where he was both the Head Coach and GM of an SJHL team (he was also their bus driver for a brief stint but that’s not important). I’m thinking something along the lines of this where Dick is the Assistant GM and also an Assistant Coach of the team.

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Lorne Michaels is in a bit of a weird spot because he’s not a part of the cast but he makes appearances. So it really depends on what the writer wants to write. You could make him a Head Coach, the Captain of the team, or he could be this weird Coach/Player hybrid if you don’t mind bending the rules a little. Like maybe he started as a player in the preseason or maybe this is his first season coaching in general and so being Head Coach is like being thrown off the deep end. And maybe he doesn’t play unless they know a particular game could use his particular skill set. Or maybe he only jumps on the ice when they’re down and they really need a goal and he’s got this play in his head only he can really execute.

Lorne and Chevy were responsible for writing almost half of the sketches in the entire first SNL season. The episodes that won them Emmy’s? Chevy and Lorne were almost solely responsible for coming up with a lot of the sketches. So I can totally see them being paired up a lot in the ice, but I feel like Lorne would rarely score goals. Like he’s just got a fuck ton of assists, both credited or uncredited maybe. But in general, I can definitely see him as a top line center whose best skill is drawing up plays and stuff, like he’s a mastermind. He runs the timeouts.

I totally agree that Lorne’s better as a coach, like every knows that’s what he’d be the best at because the things he comes up with are phenomenal. He definitely spends way too much time watching film like immediately after a game he pulls out the iPad and watches the film (like he does after SNL episodes). And I can’t help but think back to that time Lorne beat up those protesters who were trying to attack a host at a live show or in the movie when he rushed to Leo’s side when he was fighting the security guards, so even though Lorne doesn’t like confrontation and he’s certainly not known for being someone who fights often, he has no problem fighting people to protect his people. Lorne would definitely have been involved in player scouting and acquisitions before the season began.

Chevy is a top line forward for sure. Probably has the most goals on the team, is egotistical, and he definitely chirps a lot. He’ll get into fights on occasion, but he never throws the first punch. It’s definitely his mouth that gets him in trouble.

I can totally see Danny being on Chevy’s line but he also lowkey gives defenseman vibes. Definitely calls Lorne “Coach” (like he calls him Boss in the movie). Pretty easy going, definitely the jokester on the team. I think you could put him on a line with anyone and they’d have chemistry.

Michael O’Donoghue is a defenseman for sure (I think). He chirps just as much if not more so than Chevy, but doesn’t get into nearly as many riffs with opposing players. My guess is others tend to step in before things get too serious or maybe his chirps are so big brained and clever that they make players uncomfortable just as much as they do angry.

I’m not sure if I see Jane as a forward or defenseman, but I can definitely see her on a line with Garrett.

Gilda would be a forward that they could put on any line like she’s just got great chemistry with everyone. I think I can see her being one of the fastest skaters on the team, too.

Laraine is a forward, I think. Idk much about her but maybe she enjoys being on Danny’s line or something?

Rosie is a total wild card for me. I think Lorne would bring her on as an Assistant Coach, but I’m really open to hearing what other people think.

I feel like Neil has gotta be an Equipment Manager. He’s totally lost and has little to no clue what’s going on, but things get done somehow thanks to him and the other staff. He once got an assist as an Equipment Manager on the bench during the game (see clips on YouTube for what I mean) and everyone screamed and cheered for him.

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[filialdisciple]

Hi, Tin! I love your writing and I have a prompt for you, if you are interested) what if Tang family is too afraid of Tang Bo leaving permanently and eloping with Cheong Myeong? So they initiate marriage negotiations with Mount Hua. It can be angst (CM is socially isolated and insecure about his position) or romantic comedy (awkward situations and protective Cheong Mun), up to you). Thank you in advance!

It was a well-established fact that the Dark Saint of the Tang Family was one of their generation's best.

So it came as no surprise when an influx of marriage proposals flooded their family's estate—because rumors started flying around that the Dark Saint was in search of a partner.

The Dark Saint held a reputation for being cold and ruthless. To cultivators and martial artists, he was someone they feared making into an enemy due to his sheer battle prowess and poisonous abilities. To normal civilians, he was a genius who wielded the Tang Family's techniques with cool precision and intent; to them, he was just another mysterious cultivator that they would only ever know of through gossip and stories.

However, in recent years, something shifted. His reputation among common folk was slowly altered. It started off with a supposed battle between him and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint which turned into a sudden and unexpected friendship.

Whereas in the past the Dark Saint would only go around Sichuan and closeby villages, he was now found going around different major cities and unknown ones.

He was often in the company of Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Saint, who worked with him side-by-side to eradicate groups from the Demonic Cult and the occasional bandits and thieves.

For supposed Taoists, the two visited different establishments to drink alcohol and talk cheerily. It was during one of these moments that the first rumor began its spark.

"Ahhhh," The Plum Blossom Sword Saint groans in satisfaction. "That sure hits the spot!"

The Dark Saint chuckles as he tosses back his own drink. "If only I could enjoy everyday like this. Alcohol really is the best."

"What would your future wife think?" The Plum Blossom Sword Saint jokingly and dramatically shakes his head in disappointment. "To have a husband who loves alcohol more than his own wife...!"

The Dark Saint wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Trust me, I would make sure that my wife knows full-well just how much I love them."

The two of them share a silent, private conversation with just their eyes alone, that none of the other restaurant's customers could decipher, before they leave a generous tip and went on their way.

It snowballs from there.

All of a sudden gossip went around about the Dark Saint's interest in finding a wife. And so several people came to the same conclusion.

The reason why the Dark Saint is travelling around more than usual is because he's looking for a prospective wife.

Clearly, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was there to provide moral support. How truly admirable and strong their brotherhood must be!

On the other hand, the head of the Tang Family was fully aware of their Dark Saint's single-minded interest in Mount Hua's Chung Myung.

Seeing all the stacks of letters that ranged from proposing strategic alliances and general marriage offers brought the current head of the Tang Family to a very different conclusion.

Tang Bo was trying to slowly draw himself away from their family by leaving their estate. He might be on the hunt, jumping from village to village, trying to create a dowry befitting for the hand of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and scouting out all the best locations to settle down in.

It really wouldn't be too surprising of an idea if one day a letter turns up from the man with an intent of permanently moving to Mount Hua or some backwater village.

The Tang Family head shakes the thought of losing one of their best and genius members to one of the Ten Great Sects. If he wanted to maintain their family's reputation, he'll need to strike the first move.

And so he begins to pen a decisive letter to the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.

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Chung Mun's hands tremble as reads the letter sent to him by the Tang Family.

'Who did they think they were?' He would have bit out if he had any less self-restraint. The paper crumples in his grip and he receives a questioning glance from Chung Myung who was sprawled eating mooncakes on the opposite side of his desk.

"What's got you so worked up?" The subject of the letter askswithout a care.

Chung Mun takes a deep breath. "The Tang Family wishes for you to transfer into their estate."

He refuses to say out loud the marriage proposal that came along with this request. His Chung Myung was too young! The man might be a sixty years old, but that round face, cheeks carelessly bulging with mooncakes with crumbs littered on his chin, screamed too young for marriage!

"Oh." Chung Myung nods in understanding.

Chung Mun is glad that Chung Myung agrees that this was nonsensical. To think, they thought that Chung Myung would even leave Mount Hua for—

"After the war is over, Tang Bo and I were planning to be roommates and travel the world a bit."

—?????

"Roommates?" Chung Mun's voices comes out slightly strangled.

"Yup. It's going to be great."

"No."

"'No'?"

Chung Mun tries to run through his previous conversations with Tang Bo. He knew that the man was capable of being underhanded, but he was also well-aware that Tang Bo respected him enough to not blind-side him with something like this. Especially since it concerned Chung Myung.

...

...Oh no.

"Fuck." Chung Mun says, full of feeling as he recalls Tang Bo off-handedly asking permission to live together with Chung Myung in the future.

"...Sect Leader?"

Chung Mun had thought that was a joke! He thought Tang Bo wasn't being serious! They were talking with alcohol in their systems!

The alarmed look that crosses Chung Myung's face informed Chung Mun that the way he felt his blood drain from his face was a visible, physical reaction.

"He asked for your hand in marriage." Chung Mun says faintly. "I said yes."

Chung Myung blinked at him. "Yeah? He told me?"

Okay. Tang Bo, to his credit, hasn't been leaving Chung Myung in the dark at least.

If Chung Myung knows and isn't reacting violently that means that he isn't completely against this. Even if Chung Mun was, he had to reorganize his priorties.

And his number one would be to make sure Chung Myung was happy.

((And to make sure that the Tang Family doesn't think they can step on Chung Mun and pull his little brother away.))

"I'll have to recheck the sect's budget and my own savings to make sure we have enough for the wedding preparations..." Chung Mun mutters as he begins drafting a response to the Tang Family with what he thought were better marriage agreement conditions.

But then, a flash of dread causes Chung Mun to pause writing and leave a dark ink blot on the paper. He suspected, but he really wishes that he was wrong—!

"Huh?" Chung Myung gives Chung Mun a confused look. "We already got married though?"

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