#anyway I hope you have such a wonderful day/night 🥰😘😘

[misshoneyimhome]

I’m not sure if you’ll write this but I’m dying for it and your writing is incredible. Willy Nylander dating a Bruins fan PLEASEEE

Hey there, love 🤗

Alright, so this feels more like a blurb than a proper fic chapter, but I just wanted to say I absolutely love your idea—and I hope I’ve captured at least a bit of it 😘 I don’t know much about being a Bruins fan, so I just followed my intuition on that one 😉

I will say, though, I can definitely see the potential for a series here—not necessarily based on this particular one-shot, but in general, there’s so much to explore! It might be worth diving into - so many details I didn't include 🥰

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this as it is 😘

Tropes & Warnings: William Nylander x reader, enemies to lovers, rival teams, no warnings, just fluff

Word count: 3.2K

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Rivals in Love I William Nylander

It had been a long day at work, and you were in desperate need of coffee before tackling the rest of your to-do list. The little café tucked on a quiet street near downtown Boston was your go-to spot. The place always had the best lattes and, more importantly, it was never crowded.

You pushed open the door, the tiny bell jingling to announce your arrival, and stepped inside. The smell of fresh coffee beans and warm pastries instantly soothed your nerves. But you were so focused on debating between a caramel macchiato or a cold brew that you didn’t notice someone walking toward you until—

Crash.

Hot coffee spilled down the front of your sweatshirt, and a sharp gasp escaped your lips.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” a voice said.

You looked up, your initial annoyance faltering when you saw the man responsible. He was tall, his blond hair slightly dishevelled, with bright blue eyes staring at you apologetically.

“It’s fine,” you muttered, though the sticky heat soaking through your shirt suggested otherwise.

“Here,” he said quickly, grabbing a handful of napkins from a nearby table and handing them to you. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. That’s on me.”

“No kidding,” you replied, dabbing at the mess. Then, as you glanced back up at him, recognition dawned. “Wait a second… I know you.”

He tilted his head, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “You’re William Nylander.”

His smirk grew, but before he could respond, you added, “I guess it makes sense. Leafs players are used to fumbling.”

His eyebrows shot up, and then he let out a laugh—a genuine, hearty laugh that caught you off guard. “Wow. That’s the first thing you say to me?”

“Don’t take it personally,” you said with a shrug, trying to ignore how ridiculously good-looking he was. “I’m a Bruins fan.”

“Ah, that explains it,” he said, his smirk returning. “I’ve been told your kind can be… difficult.”

You rolled your eyes. “Difficult or honest?”

“Depends on the day,” he replied, and there was something in his tone—teasing, but also intrigued.

You expected him to brush off the conversation and move on, but instead, he stuck around, asking for your name and making casual small talk while the barista quickly made William a replacement drink.

“I’ll pay for hers too,” William insisted, handing over his card before you could protest.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he said, meeting your gaze with an easy smile. “Consider it an apology. And maybe a peace offering? Even if you are a Bruins fan.”

“Fine,” you said, trying to suppress the small smile creeping onto your lips. “But this doesn’t mean I like you or your team.”

“Fair enough,” he said, grabbing his own drink from the counter. But as he turned to leave, he hesitated. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Will you be at the game tomorrow night?”

“Why? Hoping to convert me?”

“No,” he said, his grin widening. “Just wondering if I’ll have to skate extra hard to impress you.”

Before you could respond, he gave you a playful wink and walked out the door, leaving you standing there, completely caught off guard.

_

The next evening, you found yourself in a dilemma. You hadn’t planned on attending the Bruins-Leafs game—you usually watched from the comfort of your couch, where you could yell at the TV without judgment. But after yesterday’s unexpected encounter, a part of you couldn’t shake the thought of William Nylander skating with that cocky grin, wondering if you’d shown up.

Against your better judgment, you grabbed your Coyle jersey and headed to TD Garden, promising yourself it was only because your best friend, a Leafs fan, had an extra ticket. You weren’t going because of him.

Right?

The Garden was buzzing with energy. You cheered along with the crowd as the Bruins took the ice, booing extra loud when the Leafs players followed. Your friend rolled her eyes at your antics, but you didn’t care.

As the game started, you tried not to pay attention to the opposing #88, but it was impossible. William was everywhere—stealing pucks, setting up plays, and skating with an effortless grace that made you grit your teeth.

And midway through the second period, he scored. The Leafs bench erupted as the puck sailed past Swayman and into the net. You groaned, burying your face in your hands while your friend celebrated.

“That’s your guy,” she teased, elbowing you.

“He’s not my anything,” you shot back, though your cheeks burned.

As the arena quieted for the faceoff, you glanced down at the ice and caught him looking in your direction. He wasn’t even subtle about it—he skated slowly, his gaze locking with yours as he passed your section.

And then, to your horror, he winked.

You sank lower in your seat, cursing yourself for even being here.

After the game—a crushing overtime win for Toronto, much to your dismay—you were about to make your escape when your phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Enjoy the game, Bruins fan?

You froze, staring at the screen.

You: How did you get my number?!

Unknown: I have my ways. A little birdie at the café helped me out.

You could practically hear the smugness in his voice.

You: I can’t believe you’re this desperate for validation.

Unknown: And yet, you came to the game. What does that say about you?

You hated how much his teasing made you smile.

And a few days later, you were back at your favourite café, quietly working through some emails when a shadow fell across your table. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.

“You know, I’m starting to think you only come here hoping to bump into me,” William said, setting his coffee down across from you.

“I was here first,” you replied, glancing up at him. “Shouldn’t you be in Toronto or something?”

“We have a few days off,” he said casually, leaning back in his chair. “Thought I’d stick around Boston for a bit. It’s growing on me. Besides, my friend lives here; Pasta, you know him.”

“Careful,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re starting to sound like a Bruins fan.”

He chuckled. “Not a chance. But I could be convinced to stick around… if you let me take you out sometime.”

The audacity of this man. You should’ve laughed in his face, reminded him of the years of heartbreak his team had inflicted on yours. But instead, you found yourself smiling.

“Fine,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “But don’t think this changes anything. I’m still wearing my Coyle jersey.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he said with a grin.

_

A couple of weeks had passed since your impromptu coffee shop agreement to a “date” with William. You’d been casually out together a few times since then—dinners at quiet restaurants, coffee runs, even a casual walk through Boston Common—but you still couldn’t quite figure him out.

William Nylander, the Toronto Maple Leafs’ golden boy, had women fawning over him wherever he went. Yet somehow, you, a loud, opinionated Bruins fan, were the one he seemed determined to spend his free time with.

So, when he casually dropped the idea of you coming to Toronto to watch a game, your first instinct was to laugh it off.

“Right,” you said with a chuckle, taking a sip of your coffee. “I’m sure I’d fit right in at Scotiabank Arena in my Coyle jersey.”

“I’m serious,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’d be the most interesting person there. Besides, you’ve already seen us play in Boston. It’s only fair you experience it on my turf.”

You waved him off, brushing it aside as another one of his playful jabs.

But then, the next day, a notification lit up your phone: a plane ticket from Boston to Toronto, sent by none other than William.

You stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity.

This had to be a joke, right? A Leafs player going out of his way to invite you, a Bruins fan, to Toronto? It didn’t make sense.

He had options—lots of options. The kind of options who probably didn’t wear rival jerseys to dinner or roast him about Toronto’s lack of playoff success. So why was he bothering with you?

Your friend didn’t help, either. “I mean, it’s kind of romantic,” she said, scrolling through Instagram while lounging on your couch. “Maybe he just likes a challenge.”

You rolled your eyes. “Or maybe he just wants to prove he can win over a Bruins fan for the fun of it.”

“Why does it matter?” she said. “He’s into you. Who cares why? Take the trip.”

But you couldn’t shake the nagging doubt in the back of your mind. What if you went, and it turned out you were just some fleeting distraction? What if this was all a game to him? A bet between teammates?

You almost cancelled the flight.

Almost.

The day of the trip arrived, and you stood at Logan Airport, suitcase in hand, still second-guessing yourself. But as you boarded the plane and settled into your seat, you decided to stop overthinking. Maybe this was a bad idea—but maybe it wasn’t.

And a few hours later, you landed in Toronto, where William himself was waiting at the arrivals gate, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“You actually came,” he said, his grin as wide as the Toronto skyline.

“Don’t make me regret it,” you replied, though you couldn’t help but smile back.

The night of the game, you were a bundle of nerves as you slipped on your Coyle jersey. True to your word, you weren’t about to switch allegiances, even for William.

When you arrived at Scotiabank Arena, the Leafs fans around you gave you a mix of side-eyes and incredulous stares, but William had made sure you were seated in a private box to avoid any real drama.

And from the moment the puck dropped, your attention flicked between the ice and William. He was in his element, skating with that effortless confidence, his hair slicked back under his helmet.

Every time he touched the puck, your heart raced, though you’d never admit it. And when he scored late in the second period, his celebration was as dramatic as ever—this time, pointing directly at you in the box.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. He was so infuriating.

After the game, he found you waiting near the locker room, his grin as cocky as ever.

“Enjoy the show?” he asked, still catching his breath.

“You’re insufferable,” you said, crossing your arms.

“And yet, you’re still here,” he teased, his voice softer now.

You wanted to argue, to push back, but something about the way he looked at you made your walls crumble. Maybe he wasn’t just playing a game. Maybe this was real.

“Fine,” you said, your voice quieter. “Maybe I did enjoy it. Just a little.”

William’s smile widened, and he stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours. “Good. Because I’m not giving up on you that easily.”

_

Over the next few weeks, your relationship with William started to feel… real. The texts, the calls, the late-night FaceTimes where he’d tease you about the Bruins while you fired back equally sharp chirps about the Leafs’ playoff history. It was comfortable in a way you hadn’t expected—like you’d known each other forever instead of just a few months.

He’d flown back to Boston twice since your trip to Toronto, once surprising you with tickets to a game that you’d begrudgingly attended (in your Bruins jersey, of course). And despite the growing attention from both your friends and random Leafs fans online—thanks to William’s not-so-subtle Instagram stories—it felt easy.

And that ease was what brought him to your apartment one chilly Thursday night, fresh off a practice in Toronto and desperate to escape the chaos of hockey for a few days. He showed up at your door with a crooked smile and a bag of takeout, unapologetically dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, as if he wasn’t one of the most recognizable players in the NHL.

“I told you not to come here empty-handed,” you said as he stepped inside.

“I brought food,” he said, holding up the bag. “And me. That counts, right?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, leading him to the couch. The night unfolded in your usual way—dinner, teasing banter, and a ridiculous movie you half-watched while he tried to convince you to root for the Leafs just once.

“Never,” you said, nudging him with your elbow as the credits rolled.

“Not even if I score a hat trick in the playoffs?”

“Please. Like Toronto’s making it past the first round.”

He groaned dramatically, letting his head fall back against the couch. “You’re ruthless, you know that?”

“And you love it,” you shot back, earning a smirk that made your stomach flip.

As the room fell quiet, you realized how close he was. His arm was draped over the back of the couch, his body turned slightly toward you, his blue eyes soft as they studied your face.

“What?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“Nothing,” he said, but the way his gaze lingered told you otherwise.

You felt your cheeks heat under his scrutiny, and before you could overthink it, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. His lips brushed against yours, soft and slow, like he was giving you every chance to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned into him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as the kiss deepened. The world outside faded, the only sound the faint hum of the TV and the quiet hitch of your breath as his fingers traced along your jawline.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small, almost shy smile playing at his lips.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured.

“You’re one to talk,” you whispered back, your heart pounding against your ribs.

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the quiet intimacy stretching between you like a fragile thread. It was a different kind of silence—one that felt warm, electric, and charged with a million unspoken words.

“You know,” he said eventually, his voice low, “I don’t just come here for the food.”

You laughed softly, your fingers brushing against his jaw. “I figured as much.”

“Good,” he said, kissing you again, slower this time, like he wanted to savour every second. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

And in that moment, you believed him.

-

Until you didn’t.

The first crack came during a Friday night dinner at a cosy Italian spot in the North End.

It was supposed to be a quiet evening, but halfway through your meal, the whispers started.

“That’s William Nylander…”

“…isn’t she a Bruins fan? What’s she doing with him?”

“…he’s always with someone new…”

You tried to brush it off, focusing on your pasta while William remained unfazed, casually twirling his fork like he didn’t hear a thing. But the longer it went on, the harder it was to ignore.

By the time dessert arrived, the insecurities you’d managed to suppress since Toronto had resurfaced with a vengeance.

“Do you ever… get tired of this?” you blurted, pushing your tiramisu around with your spoon.

William looked up, his brows furrowing. “Tired of what?”

“This,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “The attention. The whispers. Everyone thinking I’m just another one of your… whatever.”

His expression softened, but you didn’t stop.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had fun—really. But maybe this was just a thing, you know? A fun distraction for you while you’re on the road. I mean, you’re William Nylander. You could date anyone. Why me?”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and the silence was deafening. You stared at your plate, feeling the familiar sting of regret creeping in. Maybe you’d gone too far. Maybe he’d been looking for an out, and you’d just handed it to him.

But then, he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours.

“Why not you?” he said quietly, his voice steady. “You’re smart, funny, and the only person who makes me actually want to argue about hockey. You’re not afraid to chirp me when I deserve it—and even when I don’t. And yeah, the attention sucks sometimes, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is you.”

You blinked, your throat tightening as his words sank in.

“And for the record,” he added, a small smirk creeping onto his face, “you’re not a ‘fun distraction.’ If you were, I wouldn’t have flown to Boston twice in a month just to see you.”

Your lips twitched, a reluctant smile breaking through. “You’re really laying it on thick, huh?”

“Is it working?” he asked, his smirk turning into a full grin.

“Maybe,” you admitted, rolling your eyes but squeezing his hand back.

But the drama didn’t end there.

A few days later, an article popped up online: William Nylander Seen Cosying Up to Mysterious Bruins Fan in Boston.

The headline was bad enough, but the comments? Worse.

“She’s just another puck bunny.”

“Why would he date a Bruins fan? Total PR move.”

“She’s not even that pretty…”

You tried not to let it bother you, but when William called that night, you were unusually quiet.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Nothing,” you lied, staring at your laptop screen where the article was still open.

“Come on,” he pressed. “Talk to me.”

You sighed, finally breaking. “I don’t know if I can do this, Will. The articles, the comments… people think I’m just using you, or that I’m some… whatever they want to call me.”

“They don’t know you,” he said firmly. “And they don’t know us.”

“But they think they do,” you argued. “And it’s exhausting.”

He was quiet for a moment, and you braced yourself for the worst.

But then he spoke again, “What if I made it official?”

You froze. “What?”

“What if I posted about us?” he said, his tone calm but confident. “Let people see that you’re not just some random girl. That we’re serious.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but doubt still lingered. “Won’t that just make it worse?”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “But I don’t care. I want to be with you. And if that means dealing with some noise, so be it.”

You were silent, his words hanging heavy in the air.

“Look,” he continued, his voice softening. “You can take all the time you need to think about it. But just know that I’m not going anywhere.”

A week later, you were scrolling through Instagram when you saw it.

A picture of the two of you at dinner, taken from a slightly awkward angle but undeniably sweet. The caption?

“Even a Bruins fan can’t resist a little blue and white 💙🤍.”

The comments were a mix of support, chirps, and Leafs-Bruins banter, but for the first time, you didn’t care.

Because when you texted him to call him out for posting it without warning, his only response was:

“Told you I’m not going anywhere.”

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

For the unpopular opinions ask: If a time traveller/wizard/genie gave me a choice between getting to listen to the next Arctic Monkeys album years in advance OR getting to read a short-story collection written by Alex, I'd be far more tempted by the latter... 😅🥰

Hope you're having a lovely day too! 💖

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

oh my god i would trade in just about ANYTHING to get to read a short story collection by alex 😭😭 or any of his written prose, tbh. it's an actual crime that a choice of three is the only piece of that nature we've got to see besides a few wonderful little glimpses here and there from interviews. i am absolutely IN LOVE with the way he writes - which is something i obviously already knew from hearing his lyrics, but god. his prose?? i would be absolutely fascinated to get to dive into that a little more. a choice of three is just incredible. in fact, i think i'm going to have to go and listen to it again right now 🙈

don't get me wrong, i'd love to hear the next monkeys album - but i'm also actually quite happy to wait for it (although not too long please boys 🙏) and let it unfold at its own pace whenever the time is right for it. but getting to read short stories by alex?? not to be dramatic, but i'd consider selling my soul for that, actually. i'd be SO fascinated to see what he writes about at this point in his life too. like, choice of three was amazing but it also felt very much like a piece of alex from that era, you know? given the kind of things he's experienced since then and gone on to create with tbh+c and the car, i'd be fascinated to know what directions his prose has evolved into too.

anyway i'll stop rambling now! thank you for letting me fleetingly entertain the wonderful possibility of getting to read alex's short stories 💗 i hope you're having a wonderful day and that you're still enjoying a post-gig high from qotsa last night 😘

[starrysnowdrop]

Hello everyone,

Hope y’all are doing well!! I have been very blah the past few days, mainly because I’ve been trying to keep up my energy enough to actually clean my house and today I have a friend’s father’s funeral to attend, so IRL stuff has made it near impossible to get anything done in terms of gposing, writing, etc. I’m going to try to be somewhat productive after the funeral but that remains to be seen.

Anyways, I hope you have a wonderful day, evening, night, or whatever!!! Love you all!! 😘🥰💖

~ Hali

[redwritesx]

Hiya, hun~! Just wanted to drop in and let you know I am IN LOVE with your Adam fic over on AO3! I'm new to that platform, so I'm still trying to figure it out, hence why I'm messaging you through tumblr instead.

I'm literally frothing at the mouth over your fic! Your portrayal of Adam is spot on, and the way you wrote Reader not being entirely submissive is just- *chef's kiss* -perfection! I straight up giggle-snorted when Reader threw the cup at him, Istg 😂

Anyway, I'm hoping this makes you smile. As a fellow HH writer, I know how much it means when someone lets you know they're enjoying your fics, and I thought I'd pass a little bit of that joy on to someone else. You're doing a magnificent job, sweetie, and I can't wait for new chapters - but I will, cause it's definitely 110% worth the wait! I'm on the edge of my seat, beside myself with curious excitement to see the direction you're gonna take the plot!

I hope you're having a wonderful day/night wherever you are in the world! Best wishes, dear~! 😘💖

Hello! OKAY so this literally has made my day.

This is actually my first ever "ask" on tumblr (I'm an AO3 veteran but personally still a tumblr newb lol) but I was very excited to see a message about that fic!

I am so so glad you have enjoyed what I've written so far! It was quite a while ago now that I started that fic and looking back I have many self criticisms about my writing style. Low key kind of forgot how much of an asshole i made Adam haha!

That being said I GENUINLEY do want to continue, like I've promised every single comment on the most recent chapter hah! I also really love that YOU loved the cup throwing scene, I had myself giggling witting that because damn, Adam deserved that shit lol!

I'm just in a writers rut atm, which is incredibly coincidental timing as I've LITERALLY JUST started another Adam fic (this time Adam x Lute) in an attempt to break out of this rut and back into writing in general (and subsequently back into updating my existing fic 👀🥰)

Anyways, yes, this made my day so thank you. I do plan to write more and the Adam brain rot isn't going away anytime soon thats for sure!

[malinastharlock]

Goooooooood morning everyone if you're a Super Bowl fan and you watched last night I hope you enjoyed I did up until the team I was rooting for lost so womp womp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still an intense game... Watch them go back next year and actually win. Anyways enough about sports ball, I hope you all had an amazing weekend and I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day this week and maybe get lucky unless you're not into that and that's cool too. Have yourself a self love day and enjoy yourself.

🥰😘 Either way I love you all and have a wonderful week and stay safe, use protection and stay hydrated my lovelies. 😘😘😘

[zepskies]

Hi Zep, I hope you’re doing well! Your stories have brought me so much joy lately and I wanted to say thank you because they’ve inspired me to start writing again myself. I just posted the first chapter of a Supernatural x The Originals crossover called “Out Of This World” on my sideblog @tofics - it’d be an honor if you could maybe check it out. You don’t have to publish this ask at all, I don’t want this to be an ad for my fic, I’d just really love your opinion on my writing because I admire yours so much and I imagine your feedback would be extremely helpful. If you’re not interested or don’t have the time for it - don’t worry! That’s totally okay. I just figured I’d ask and mostly just say thank you for having inspired me to go back to writing 🥰 Have a great day/night 🫶🏼

Hey there, lovely!

First off, thank you I am doing well, and I hope you are too. I'm so glad that you've been enjoying my stories -- amazing that they've inspired you to write again!! 🤩

So I've never seen the Originals or Vampire Diaries, but I did a quick Wiki read of the Originals plot/characters (side note: I've loved Phoebe Tonkin and Claire Holt since the H20 days of my childhood 😂).

I took a quick peek at chapter 1 of your story Out of This World, and while some of the plot elements I probably won't get since I haven't seen the Originals, it looks like most of it will take place in SPN world?

Also intrigued by the pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!Reader x Dean Winchester. I'm wondering (hoping) if she ultimately ends up with Dean...

Anyway, you've been incredibly kind, and I'm going to set aside some time and read the full chapter tonight, then get back to you with some comments. 😘💜

[gulnarsultan]

Hey bestie! Love all the good things you’re putting out 💗💗 Coming back to stalk your page for inspiration- Sh. But anyway hope you have a wonderful rest of your day or night, love ya💜

Hello. I am very happy that you appreciate my articles. Thank you very much.😘 I love you too.❤ It's good to hear that someone loves me.🥰

[levi-supreme]

Rei Rei REI! That wip tag game you posted about—something caught my eye—Statistics Professor Ackerman??? Now I don’t know anything about statistics (one of the classes I was spared from thankfully haha) but I’m always down for some Professor Ackerman fics 🥰 Also I can’t wait to see this year’s Happy Birthday Levi event! It’s basically tradition at this point, no Christmas is complete without your countdown!

Anyway I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night, sending lots of love and hugs and kisses your way! 😘😘❤️❤️❤️❤️

Star!!!! My darling!!!! <333

Hahahaha, my Statistics Professor Ackerman series is more like a collection of drabbles and one-shots set in the au where Levi is a statistics professor and reader is a part-time student in the university Levi teaches!!!

There isn't any chaptered series, nor does it follow a linear timeline; it's random scenarios involving Levi and reader!! Right now, I'm working on part two of a drabble, which is a direct continuation to part one, a request made from my Thirsty Thursday: A 100 Different Kisses hehe.

I also have a lot of other scenarios involving stats prof Levi which I'm excited to share!! Statistics Professor Ackerman was born because I was suffering so bad at statistics and I needed some outlet to project it HAHAHA. Most of the stuff will be nsfw lol, but there will be some fluffier scenarios too in the future 🤭

And yes!!! I'm so excited to plan Happy Birthday Levi this year too!! I feel weird if I don't do it. Like you said, it's basically a tradition now!!! What I have in mind is a little different from the past two years' events, so I'm really excited to finetune everything and share details about it in the future 🥰

Thank you for this lovely ask Star!!! I wish you a splendid weekend too ✨️ sending loads for hugs and kisses your way too 😘

[yunogf]

LIZZZZZZ HI HELLO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE !!!!!!!! it's the middle of the night but I'm actually on my way to pick you up for a date we're going stargazing 😋 I hope you have the BESTTTTTTT day and get everything you want 🥰🥰🥰 (also I am making something for you it took a little longer than I wanted but I will be done VERY SOON I PROMISE) anyways I'm now confessing my love for you with these images MWAH 😘

JADE i love u 😭🥰🫂💞💕💗💖💓💗💗💕💗💖💞💓💕💗💞💞💓💕💖💕💞 thank u sm girlie ur always so wonderful to me 🥹💓💓 im reading this at 9 in the morning but idc lets go stargazing now I'll skip work for u <3 i hope u also have a lovely day angel thank u for being u bc i love u 🤭🤗😘

[here2bbtstrash]

hi there, I'm usually a quiet reader, but I just wanna say that I've read all your works and I love every single one of them... they're so 🤤😍🥵🥴😱😭🤣😖🥹

hehe

also, I know you're busy with LDOMLT right now, and no rush or anything but my personal favorite is 'Watermelon Sugar' and I was wondering is you could maybe possibly make a part 2 for it...

it's alright if you can't, just a thought ☺️

ooh, could you also please recommend some good Taehyung fics please 🤭😅😜

anyways, have a good day/night 💜

- hoods 😘

hiiiiii hoods 🥺 omg wah this is so sweeeeet thank you so much!!!!! i'm so glad you enjoy my stuff 🫠 i would love to do a watermelon sugar part two someday!! like you said i definitely wanna get LDOMLT wrapped up and post my jin & taehyung birthday fics before end of year.... and i'd have to get inspired for it but !!! i never say never and i meannnnn we all love spit kink yoongi here 🤭🍉🥵 if there's anything in particular you'd wanna see in a part 2 for it pls lemme know!! 💕

as far as taehyung fic recs gooooo.... 👀

nothing will ever top baby jai @gimmethatagustd 's wannabe-photographer chronicles 📸 orrrrr if you prefer your taehyung fuckboi-flavored, check out their series only here to sin 👅

there's also dickless by my crush @monimonimoon !! 🤭

and if you don't mind yandere (seriously pls read the warnings) 🥴 i am forever in love with clare @nabiolive 's insane boy blue tae 😩💙

couple more quick-bite faves: britt @saweetspoiled 's where you belong, rei @hamsterclaw 's under the pump, and memes @madbutgloriouspond 's closeted affair 💜💜💜

and ofc check back end of december for my tae birthday fic 🥰 okokok i hope you enjoy, and thank u for reading!! i love uuuuuu 😘

[musette22]

Happy Halloween, Minnie! 🎃👻 I hope this spooky day is treating you well (and no tricks!)

I was just thinking about whether Chris or Seb went to any Halloween parties this weekend, which led me to some Evanstan thoughts. They're def the type of boyfriends to dress as each other's characters.

Can you imagine Seb turning up to a Halloween party dressed as Johnny Storm? Tight blue Spandex and all??? Leaving very little to the imagination of everyone else around the party 🥵 He goes around lighting candles and cigarettes for people all night with a hidden lighter (idk how it would work but let's pretend it does!)

And Chris would have a ball dressed up as Lance Tucker from The Bronze, and making innuendos and judging people's handstands. He'd go around giving bronze medals to people all night. Of course, he'd be very committed to it and get the, uh, lower pelvis medal tattoo as well, which would be a very nice surprise for Seb later on.

Anyway! Have a wonderful evening! Love you my dear 💖

Tej, my angel!! Happy Halloween to you too! 🎃👻 It's always a good day when you decide to drop by my inbox! 🥰🥰 Today hasn't been the best day, but also not the worst day, so that's something :p Hope yours has been wonderful so far!! 💗

Oh my god, Sebastian in tight blue Spandex, WHY haven't we ever seen this yet?! This feels like something the world deserves ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 It's kind of funny that Chris has (comparatively) worn Spandex quite a lot lmao, so yeah, I can absolutely imagine Seb lovingly making fun of his boyfriend by donning a nice, tight suit for a Halloween party they attend together 😉

And Chris as Lance, yeeeeeeeessss. God, considering how much Chris used to look like a fuck boy back in the day, and how much of a frat bro there is inside of that man, I think he'd pull it off admirably :p

And he'd for SURE get the medal tattoo hahaha, at least for the night. Can't pass up the opportunity to make Sebastian crack up (because Chris loves that smile) and make him fall to his knees (because Chris loves that mouth) 😏

Love you so much too, darling! Hope your evening is as lovely as you are! 😘😘😘

[cable-knit-sweater]

Maya, my beloved 💗 Hi hello, how are you? I hope your day has been amazing 💕💕

I just had a minor meltdown and I needed to share it with someone and I know that you will understand. Here I am, reading a Christmas fic in August, minding my own business, and suddenly I read these lines

And I'm VIOLENTLY accosted by the memory of Chris saying that last line in the puppy interview and then I rewatched it AGAIN and now I'm just 😩😩😩😩😩 WEEEHHHH

You know what I mean? Yeah, you know what I mean 😭😭💫💖💘💫💖😭💘 Anyways, sorry for bothering you with my meltdown, I'm just gonna go to bed now I think 😩 I love you bunches and I hope you're having a good night!!

Hiii Minnie loveee 💕💕 I did have a nice day, although it was one of my office days so I’m really glad to be working from home today in my own little space 😂 Hope you had a wonderful day too? I went to bed super early lol so I’m sorry I couldn’t support you through your meltdown, but god do I get it 😭

Okay one, I remember loving that fic so I really should re-read it - absolutely nothing wrong with reading a Christmas fic in August 🥰🥰

But that line 😫😫 I think there are a couple of things Chris has said that I just, whenever I hear or see them anywhere else, I go a little crazy? Because I can just hear him say it, see him say it, but this one in particular is the worst, so I really can’t blame you for having a meltdown seeing that line, like that, in a fic 😭 Nothing could’ve prepared you for that honey, it’s only logical you reacted like this. I mean….

(Credit @justconfettiandsomeddew)

I will N E V E R get over the puppy interview, I don’t think I can. Not only did he look gorgeous and do the moments when he looks at the camera with his stupid blue eyes make me want to cry, he was so so SWEET and CUTE and it’s TOO MUCH, even 2 months later 😫😫😫

The way he talks to them, from the baby voice with the puppies that will kill me every single time, to the soft, careful voice with the senior dogs & trying to gain their trust that makes me just want go curl up and sob, - or, like curl around him and sob - yeah that’s enough for a meltdown. I watched it just now and I need a moment 😭😭😭

I’m just gonna have another day of saying “who cares” and “you’re all flexin’” to myself out loud, and then probably scream a little. It’s fine. I’ve totally accepted that I am so fucking far from normal when it comes to Chris, and especially when it comes to this interview. I sometimes cannot believe we got this. And then I rewatch it again and again and again, and I’m like, why did they give us this? Where are these people that can watch this and be fine???

This really should come with some sort of disclaimer: this content will make you cry, scream, and fall further in love with one Christopher Robert Evans. Side effects may will include conflicting emotional responses such as violent urges, like wanting to smack said Christopher in the face, and then wanting to kiss him, cuddle him, and gift him a waterfall of puppies every single day of the rest of his life.

(Credit @lilacevans)

I mean, who wouldn’t want to see THIS again and again? Look at his eyes and his pure excitement good goddd it’s beautiful he’s beautiful. Also, me, it’s me, I can’t do it again, can’t watch this again, it’s too much 😭 (proceeds to watch it 10 more times in a row and sobs)

Also, my love, you could never bother me with a meltdown. I’m all too likely to have a meltdown right there with you, because….this mannnn 😭 God I love him so much I kinda hate him. You, however, I just love love love love 💕💕💕💕 Thank you so much for dropping by honey, hope you have an amazing day 😘😘😘

[seasonsofeverlark]

I See A Light (Now Will I Follow)

Author: @juxtaposie​

Prompt: Heyyyyy I don’t have a clue how to do this 🤣. But my birthday (I’m also @spookykatnissmellarkkkk ) is on November 16 sooooo I would 👉🏻��🏻 like to request a oneshot 😘. Post war and sweet are my only two specifications 🥰. Thank y’all 💜🤍 [submitted by loganmarsss (@festivekatnissmellarkkkk​)]

Rating: T for non-graphic mentions of sex

Summary: Katniss begins to look toward the future, and Peeta is just happy to share it with her.

Author’s Notes: I’ve had this little scene in my mind for a long time, and I thought it fit the prompt nicely. Happy birthday love, and I hope you enjoy! ______________

“I was thinking,” she says into the darkness, her words muffled from the way her cheek is squashed into Peeta’s chest. It’s early, so early the sun isn’t even peeking over the mountains, but it’s been a hard night, and there’s no going back to sleep for either of them.

He shrugs his shoulder when she doesn’t go on, rolling her head until she’s looking up at his chin, and she plants a kiss there‒just because she wants to, just because she can‒before starting again, “I was thinking…it might be nice to have a buck. For the Fall Festival.”

It’s a new thing, this festival, a way to celebrate the last days of sunlight before the cold, dark winter months set in. This is only the third year it’s been celebrated, but it’s been such a rousing success that they’re almost known for it. There’s even been talk of forming a tourism council, though all three Victors have been staunchly opposed.

“They’ll be in season soon,” she goes on when Peeta doesn’t say anything. “Could feed a lot of people, maybe give away the antlers as a prize or something. I don’t know.”

Peeta’s continued silence makes her feel a little silly. She doesn’t know why she’s bringing it up now, but it’s been on her mind for a few days. Deer hunting isn’t too different from any other kind of hunting she does, but if she wants to bag a buck, she’ll need to make some preparations and do some tracking. 

“That sounds great,” Peeta says finally, his voice rough‒with sleep, or emotion, she can’t tell. She wants to ask him what’s wrong, if anything, but before she can, he’s cupping the back of her head in one big hand and tilting her face toward his for a kiss. She accepts eagerly (wonders how she could ever have done anything else), and by the time he’s slipping her nightgown over her head, she’s pulling at his shoulders, trying to roll him on top of her. 

They make love with quiet urgency, hands clasped together and held against the mattress above her head. It’s still new, this intimacy, and even though it feels so fragile in the sunlight, there’s never any doubt in her mind when they come together under cover of night. She thinks she could live off the taste of his breath and the feel of his hands on her body. He is every good thing in her world. 

After, when the bone-deep contentment of completion has seeped into both of them, Katniss asks, “What was that?”

It’s not a real question, or at least not one that needs answering. She’s teasing mostly, trying to make him understand how the great weight she carries always feels lighter in these precious moments. She’s not expecting a reply. 

He gives her one anyway, after he’s gathered her up in his arms again and tucked her against him. She would have hated that once, feeling pliant and manipulated. Now all she feels is safe. 

“It’s just good,” he says, pressing his face into the tangle of her hair. “You never talk about the future.”

She inhales, her heart squeezing with a sudden sense of fragility. He’s right‒she doesn’t talk about the future, because she never thinks about the future. It’s hard enough just to get through a single day, and when she starts to imagine the stretch of weeks out into months and years, there’s nothing but a clawing feeling of uncertainty. Nothing is promised. Nothing is safe. 

“It’s just good,” Peeta says again as if he can tell what she’s thinking. His hands stroke down her back and along her arms. 

And Katniss, unsure and afraid, has to admit that he’s right.

[ruins-posts]

So I saw requests were open so here I am ✨

I don’t have anything specific in mind, just would like to have a fluff scenario with our demon Sebastian, anything you like:) . Answer this whenever you can darling.

Kisses 😘! And for the hundredth time… I love your writing 🥺💕🙈

Yess🥰 a lots of hugs and kisses to you too! And I'll say this again and will say it a thousand times in the future, I'm a huge fan of yours too.

I feel that this narcissistic demon deserves more appreciation for what he does, and so here we are...

The demon had no words to express how annoyed he was right now. Having to do everything step-by-step like a silly human being was already vexing enough, and the servants never failed to make it worse with their clumsiness.

After lecturing the clumsy maid for a few minutes in hopes that she'll improve, he headed to the kitchen to prevent Bard from using the flamethrower to cook. You watched as Sebastian worked endlessly, doing his own duties as well as cleaning the messes the servants made.

A feeling of guilt found it's way in your heart. He worked day and night, it must be tiring for even someone like him right? You could see how angry he was, but still managed to neatly cook lunch for the young master. You had always tried to help him as much as possible, but it was simply not enough.

✦✧✦✧

"What are you doing, (Y/n)?"

Your arms wrapped tighter around him from behind, it's not like he'd let you hug him from the front anyways. It was a better idea to take him by surprise. The demon froze in your sudden embrace and turned his head around to talk to you.

"I thought you might need a hug." You say cheekily, not planning to let go of him anytime soon.

"Oh," the butler cocked his eyebrows. "And why did you think so?"

With a sigh, you nuzzle your face into his back, inhaling his pleasing smell.

"Sebastian, you work non-stop all day, having to do your own duties and deal with the messes others make. It must surely be tiring, no?" you say, not looking at him. "So take this hug is a token of appreciation."

The demon had no words for his silly girl. He only chuckled, grabbing your hands and unwinding them from around him with ease. You thought that he was going to shoo you away and lecture you about hugging him instead of doing your work.

You were wrong.

In a quick pull, you were drawn closer to Sebastian and your face met with his chest. Large hands soon snaked around your waist securely, one of them reaching to rest on your head.

It was sudden, but you returned his hug, resting in his embrace for a few seconds.

"Thank you." you heard him speak softly. A kiss had landed on top of your head before the two of your reluctantly decided to part, back to doing your duties.

A smile played on Sebastian's lips as he thought of what had just occurred. He held nothing but adoration for this nature of yours. Not many would hug a demon and appreciate them for their work, after all. Yet here you were, giving him such a silly yet valuable token of appreciation, not hesitating once despite knowing of his true nature.

No wonder why you were his favourite.

[stranger-nightmare]

I just want to say a massive massive thank you to everyone who sent me some love and some kind words today after I spoke out about my depression. I cannot tell you how much it meant to me to have so many of you to come offer me support and love, I just have no words you guys blow me away🥺🖤

I will always be open and honest with you guys, I strive to be very open about my mental health as I hope it helps other people feel less alone and hopefully encourages other people to speak up about how they’re feeling too🖤 we’re all in this together, I promise you you are never alone even if it may feel like it🖤🥺😘

I am feeling a bit better now myself and I am hoping with small baby steps I will continue to be better as the days go on🖤

I’ve also managed to get through some asks tonight which I hope you guys are enjoying! I don’t want to bombard you too much in one go so I’m gonna call it a night for now, I will continue to answer the rest of the asks I still have over the next few days!

I’ve also made some progress with the next chapter of Second Chances and it will definitely be updated by the weekend, I hope you’re all still looking forward to it! I’ve also made the decision to add some guest appearances by other Marvel characters later on in the fic so that’s exciting👀

Anyway yeah I just want to say thank you and that I love each every one of my little bees so much!🥺🖤🥰💫✨ I hope you’re all having a wonderful day / night wherever you may be☺️

- Hope🐝

[marc-spectorr]

Ahhhh you look so so pretty. I mean your new theme but... I bet you look pretty too!! No seriously though I love the new look. The picture of Oscar - I love it. The face he makes - I adore it, ok. 😍😍😍

A few days ago I was thinking about the fic request I had sent to you. The one from the 6.9.22 date. Is that still on your list? I don't mean any pressure darling, just curious 😊❤

Oh and I wanted to ask you quite a while now, what your absolute favorite song of the weeknd is? Was listening to him daily lately and remembered that you'll see him in concert soon 😍 I think my all time favorite song is Save Your Tears. But oh my God Blinding Lights!!! I know the pretty common songs but they're just soooo good, I can't... 😩 Moth to a flame also is a favorite. 😍

Have you received the title/sentence prompt from me? I'm not sure if I actually sent it in. I thought I did but last days have been busy, soooo... if you're currently working on that, just ignore this.

Anyways, I love you 🌸 and miss talking to you. 🥺💖❤💕💜 Have a great day and a good night later darling 😘

-- 🌻

hiya sunnie girlll 💛

sorry for taking almost an entire day to respond, i was super busy yesterday ;-; but awwiee thank you love! it means so much that you like my new theme 🥰 makes the frustration i had worth it LOLOL. i was gonna use this piccrew i made as an icon but i love this pic of oscar too much, i’d rather have people see that than my animated face hahah.

hmm… i think the request you’re talking about is the soft sex with steven one? that’s the only thing i have from you. but yes im still working on it, i just need a bit of time hehe. idk why but i cant seem to write full-length fics at the moment which is why i’ve only been doing headcanons/drabbles. it’ll be worked on tho eventually so hang tight!

oOO okay my favorite songs by the weeknd (bc i cant choose one) are in the night, cant feel my face, the hills, scared to live, out of time, and less than zero! but eeeeee im so excited omg the concert’s this month already ahhhkjsks 😩

(since im late answering this ask you prob saw that i posted your sentence prompt already. hope you liked it sweetie!)

love you babes!!! hope you have a wonderful week, talk to you laterrrr 🥰💞✨