#but i also worry just a smidge that when i get to this idk how this fic is resolving

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

tomorrow, minus like a bit of the morning, i hope to lock in bc man. id love to progress the story forward instead of going back & adding stuff to tozer's parts. im not mad about it, i think it'll help with stuff later on, but still. i want to see the finished product bc i need to read the whole thing to see if it makes sense. i also hope tonally its not like a weird shift when a certain someone shows up but i think it'll make sense. when its actually written down and not tormenting me in my head. i did have a break through on who's getting got in this. we shall see

[jigujellee]

NEWJEANS AS JEALOUS GFS HEADCANNONS

a/n: just a fun lil attempt at hcs since i rarely do them,, to whoever requested this, i hope u enjoy my attempt 🥹 i'm sorry if they're not accurate jaldfadlfljdf

a/n 2: pics are not mine!! links to layouts used are listed below w respected @ <33

MINJI (pic/layout creds courtesy of @k1sseo)

so bro™️

i think when minji gets jealous she’s just quiet

and she could get a little snarky sometimes, but just a smidge

minji didn’t expect to come home to you and hyein laughing your asses off at some random tiktok you were showing her

for some reason she was very bothered by it even tho you guys were naturally close

you kinda took awhile to notice her standing there but you once you did, you were quick to wrap your arms around her

she’ll play it off and act normal but she’s def quiet and i think she’d look like she’s deep in thought about something

so when you ask her to do something with you, that’s when light bulbs go off

“hey wanna go grab lunch later” “idk why don’t you go with hyein instead”

then you drag her to lunch anyway and endlessly tease her for being jealous in the first place

you also tease her ab the fact that she got jealous over the YOUNGEST member 😭 like ma’am, you think we’re gonna catch a case????

“i didn’t press you for the jealous type bro” “just shut up and eat”

HANNI (pic/layout creds courtesy of @winuary)

every time i see/think of this girl she’s always smiling

so i think when she gets jealous she’ll still be smiling but like it’s def forced and looks fake

or if she’s not smiling then she 100% looks like this from that one live they did

either way that shit makes her stomach feel weird deep down

she’ll watch you and minji just monitoring your dance practice but you guys are just way too close together and minji’s shoulders brush against yours and-

“hanni, you okay? you’ve been zoning out for a while” and she just smiles again and plays it off

you knew something was up so when you’re back at the dorms that’s when you ask her and she shyly admits that seeing you that close w minji made her feel uneasy

you kiss her forehead softly and tell her she has nothing to worry about before pulling her into bed and cuddling w her for the entire night (even if ur arm goes incredibly numb cuz girlie does not move an inch away from u)

DANIELLE (pic/layout creds courtesy of @i04rei)

dani wears her heart on her sleeve she’s adorable

so yk she’s jealous right away

you and hanni just came back from the mall and you are literally so happy

dani loves it when ur happy!! but it also makes her kind of sad that she’s not the one making u laugh and smile like that :(

she’s pouting while on her phone and u immediately take notice

“are u watching sad edits of cats again?” “naURRRR”

“you just seem awfully happy when you’re w hanni” “well yes bc shes my friend” more pouting and ur just trying not to melt at how cute she is

“how about we go to our fav cafe tmrw after our sched and then we can go watch the barbie movie after?” “but you don’t like barbie” “i don’t like a lot of things but if you like them, then i’d be more than happy to do them with you”

she just melts and forgets all ab what happened earlier

ft. hanni minji and hyein in the background trying not to gag out loud

HAERIN (pic/layout creds courtesy of @venitly)

radio silence.

she’s already naturally quiet as is and she def does not speak her emotions compared to the others

so it takes you a little longer to figure out when she’s jealous vs the other members

after finishing a movie w danielle, she just blankly watches the two of you have deep conversations ab it

and honestly you confuse her jealous silence for her normal silence at first

but you start realizing the difference when she’s less affectionate with you (bc behind closed doors i think haerin is so affectionate like she deadass wont let go of you and is so touchy, needs to be holding you or be in close proximity w you)

“haerin, are you okay?” and she just nods. girl pls give us something to work with

she never really openly admits that she was jealous of you and dani but ur smart genius self put two and two together and connected the dots when u saw she was quiet around dani too but not the others

but bc she never outwardly said it, you don’t outwardly tell her not to worry or not to be jealous. instead you spend more time w her and getting her her fav snacks and whatnot and she appreciates it so much

haerin likes how you don’t need to be told when something bothers her, and when you figure it out, you always knew how to make her feel better without words

actions do speak louder than words and haerin knows how true that is with you

HYEIN (pic/layout creds courtesy of @v-ico)

i’m gonna go for a platonic type of jealousy for hyein

she wanted to show u a new app she downloaded but u told her u were busy learning the new choreo from haerin

and she just whines

not like an annoying child throwing a tantrum kinda whine but just in a “why do u alw have sumn better to do” typa way

when u finish w haerin ur quick to go back to the dorms to see hyein napping

and u lowk feel bad bc all she wanted to do was show u sumn

u decide to let her sleep but ur idiot self banged ur hand on her door while trying to close it and now u feel bad even more bc she woke up

“you’re back alr unnie?” “yeah i came here quickly so you could show me the app”

hyein is super excited even tho she jus woke up, and shes reaching for her phone and is tapping thru w such speed

you both spend hours on the app (i keep saying the app bc idk what kinda app it would be 💀 im thinking either a game or a photo filter app idk) before ur both scolded by minji for being on the phone all day

it’s literally giving when ur little sibling just wants to show u sumn cool but ur too busy and u feel bad

[causticjuice]

Kinktober Day 10(ish) — Sweat, Armpit

Secondo x AFAB!reader

Notes: The first Kinktober post kinda blew up, which I hadn’t expected. So thank you everyone for the support! I hope everyone who’s here enjoys what else I write this month (and after too)! Okay, so I’m kinda cheating on this one. Since it includes stuff that’s from days 5 and 14, I didn’t have it ready by day 5 and I’m planning to post another one on day 13, I thought it’d be best to do it right in between. This makes a nicer, more even schedule. Anyway, can’t believe that this is my first fic with my dearest Bone Daddy (even though I had him in mind for this and began writing the fic for day 13 multiple months ago, which also includes him). I’m not expecting this to get as much attention as day 6 bc it’s more niche but I’m pretty proud of this one so I hope you give it a chance and someone ends up liking it. If I’m lucky, maybe it gives someone a new kink (the ultimate accomplishment in life).

Tags: SMUT (18+ MDNI), sweat and armpit kink (for real, there’s licking of sweaty hairy man pits), vaginal fingering (there's only like one sentence), p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet play adjacent? (idk, he calls reader 'pet' and reader acts a little feral), overstimulation (just a smidge), it got a little soft at the end oops

Word count: 2.3k

ao3

You’re walking to the abbey gym after a long day of sitting at your desk. Your body aches in all the worst ways and you’re intent on changing that. Despite your tired state, you know that once you get into the rhythm of your workout, you will be able to get out of your head and relieve some tension. You don’t think you’ve ever gone quite so late, usually heading there after office hours. But today you had to stay until such a ridiculous time that the corridors are now completely empty. You don’t see a single soul as you walk. For a second, you are worried that the gym will be closed when you arrive. There isn’t any staff there and you need a keycard to enter, but maybe they cut the power off at a certain time. Either way, you would have to go there to find out, so you prepare yourself for disappointment if the worst case scenario is true.

When you finally arrive at the door, you’re glad to find the entry hall looking the same as always. There is no information that would indicate a closing time, so you proceed with your usual routine. There is no one in the changing room or the main gym area itself, just like in the hallways outside. Once you’re changed and ready to start, you put your earbuds in and play your exercise mix. You let yourself feel the high tempo music, pumping yourself up through the warm up. The feeling of your heart beating, skin heating up, breath quickening, all remind you of how real your body is. An intricate machine with millions of processes going on at every second of your life that all seem to fade into the background when you stay unmoving for hours. All that there is is what’s in front of you and you’re not there. Just thoughts swirling around about whatever it is you’re doing, or supposed to be doing, or something else entirely. But never thoughts of how your back is twisting, or stomach grumbling, or eyes stinging. You can feel your body now, and it is the only thing that matters.

Suddenly, you see something moving out of the corner of your eye. You snap your head in that direction, jumping a little out of fear, but you see it’s only someone entering the gym. It is no other than Papa Emeritus II. Wearing a tank top and shorts in his signature green and black, he looks so different than usual. But certainly not bad. A glance at his arm tattoos causes images to flash in your head. Images of tracing them with your fingers, finding all the details you could in the dim light. You wonder if he remembers. Probably not.

You notice him nod his head to greet you and snap out of your thoughts. You return the gesture and force your gaze away from him. Just don’t stare, look anywhere else, you think to yourself, but your eyes refuse to lock on anything. Instead, you scan everything in your field of vision aimlessly, snapping back to him every second or so. Your eyelids close, you take a few deep breaths to center yourself, and when they open back up, you pick a spot and stare at it.

You keep doing your regular workout but your thoughts and eyes keep drifting to Secondo. His muscles straining, his chest heaving, the beads of sweat running down his forehead. You imagine you’re the reason for those, and not the weights in his hands. Fuck, you were supposed to focus on your body, not his. Stop being such a creep, you idiot. He can definitely tell. Your curiosity wins the battle with your will, though, and you look in his direction once again. And what you see nearly knocks you on your ass. His chest is completely bare, the tank top discarded somewhere to the side. His skin glitters with moisture in between the coarse hair. He seems busy enough that your blatant gawking just might go unnoticed. Unlikely, but possible.

When you’re finally done, you quickly tidy up your space and get back to the changing room. You decide to forgo the shower and plan to take it back in your room, changing into your regular clothes for now. Your only choices are to run away or go back in before Secondo leaves. But you have to come up to him. You don't want him to think you're avoiding him. After all, you're not complete strangers. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You inhale a deep calming breath and stand up to walk back inside.

You take slow steps in his direction, where he is leisurely cleaning up.

"I bet there's usually no one here when you come, right?" you speak loudly to get his attention.

"That is correct," he responds while continuing with his task.

"Sorry to disturb your alone time."

He turns around to face you and steps closer.

"It is no problem. I enjoyed the company."

As he's talking, you inhale his scent, pungent and musky and overwhelming, and you do your best to hide your pleased reaction.

“I am sorry, I smell,” he says, clearly noticing your odd behavior.

���No, no, no! Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me!”

“Oh, you don’t have to be polite.”

“No, really! I mean it,” you exclaim and begin to chew your lip nervously.

“So you like it, then?”

“Huh? Um, I-” you try to stammer out an explanation but hear him chuckle quietly.

“It’s okay. Plenty do,” he takes another step towards you, "So?"

“Uhh, yeah. I guess so,” you reply under your breath, utterly embarrassed by your lack of subtlety.

He hums, sits down at the nearest bench and stretches his arms above his head before resting his hands on his neck.

“Here you go,” his piercing eyes are locked on you as you stand in place, dumbfounded, “Come.”

After a few more moments, you finally walk closer. When you reach the bench, you straddle it so that you are facing his side. He turns his head towards you and nods, giving you his consent. You spend some time there, trying to gather the courage to do what you both know is coming next. No one was ever so comfortable with you about this, or so quick to notice your… predilection.

You finally take the next step and bury your face in his armpit, inhaling deeply. A bolt of arousal shoots through you instantly and you release a loud moan while wrapping your arms around his torso. His wiry hair tickles your cheeks as the intense sharp smell tickles your nostrils.

“Hmm, good pet. Does that smell nice?” he says while caressing the back of your head.

You whine in response and lift up your legs to rest on the other side of the bench, pulling yourself even closer to him. The scent floods your brain with some sort of primal urge that makes you lose any semblance of composure. You’re clinging to him like a baby koala, face squished under his arm. But it’s not enough, you need more. So you break away, only for a second, to immediately plant your tongue on him and drag it up. The salty taste combined with the strong musk is heavenly and makes you moan again, louder as your mouth is open.

“Greedy child. Isn’t it getting a bit dry in there?” he coos.

“Mmhm…” you hum into his skin.

“Then how about we fix that?”

He lowers his arm slowly, letting your head move out of the way, and wraps it around your waist. He lifts you up swiftly and lays you on the mat that’s on the floor, hungry eyes looking into yours. His hands slide down to take off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. His eyes fall on your glistening cunt and his eyebrow rises in curiosity.

“So wet just from sniffing me? Dirty little thing.”

His fingers find your entrance and glide easily over you, lightly rubbing up and down a few times before pressing inside of you. As he’s working you open with one hand, the other is holding him up above your shoulder, letting his aroma periodically reach your nose and excite you further.

“Papa, please, can you-” you whimper in desperation.

“What is it, tesoro?” he tilts his head teasingly.

“I need you, please, fuck me,” you groan impatiently.

“As you wish.”

He gets up onto his knees and pulls down his shorts, letting his erection bounce out. He grips his cock and spreads the gathering bead of precum over his length before lining himself up with your cunt. Once his head pushes past your opening, you gasp at the stretch. You almost forgot how girthy he was. His length is slowly sinking into you, letting you adjust to the impressive size. When he bottoms out, he plants his hands at either side of your head to hold himself up as he begins to lazily roll his hips.

“C’mon, faster, please,” you whine and writhe under him.

“So greedy and impatient. Satana, what a brat.”

He punctuates the last word with a sharp thrust that knocks the air, and the attitude, out of you. You get what you wanted, his cock pounding into you in quick and deep movements. As you start to lose yourself in the feeling of having your cunt thoroughly stuffed over and over, you notice the slick layer of sweat return to his skin. You instinctively pull yourself up by holding onto his back and run your tongue over any hint of moisture you find. He notices you take initiative and rolls over so that you’re now on top, one of his hands resting behind his head as the other grasps your hip.

That animal inside you takes over again and you fuck yourself on him while licking his chest desperately. In your frenzy, you almost miss the shudder when you graze his nipple, but you try to remember that for later. Hopefully there will be a ‘later’. But there are more pressing matters now. You reach your nose and mouth to his armpit, still moving on his lap. The scent has now shifted into a more deep and sweet aroma of sex, the taste remaining sharp on your tongue. All of your senses are overwhelmed by him, you’re filled to the brim with his essence, and just about ready to burst.

You can feel him move his hips up to piston into you while you messily ride his cock. All thoughts are gone from your brain, you’re enveloped by him and you cry out in pleasure when you tumble over the edge. He keeps pumping into you as you writhe on his chest, guiding you through your climax. Once you’re spent and limp, he flips you over and takes charge once again.

“I’m not done with you yet, pet,” he growls and snaps his hips, making you keen from overstimulation.

He’s back to fucking you relentlessly, his thumb traveling to your clit. Once it touches you, you jerk your hips to escape the intense sensation, but he doesn’t move away. He draws tight circles on your clit as he pounds you and it doesn’t take long for you to come a second time. Your walls clenching around him push him into orgasm with you this time and he spills his cum inside of you.

He falls down on top of you and you both stay still for a while, trying to catch your breath. You’re so drained that you nearly fall asleep, completely forgetting that you’re still on the floor of the gym. What snaps you back to reality is the sound of Secondo muttering your name.

“Wait… you remember me?” your eyelids fly open and you turn towards his face in surprise.

“Of course I do, tesoro. That was one of the best nights of my life,” he replies with a fond smile.

“I thought you were too drunk to remember anything at all… But then why didn’t you say anything just now?” you ask, your brows knitting together.

“Because you didn’t. Maybe you had forgotten. Or didn’t want to talk about it,” he says, a bit of anxiety poking through his otherwise steady voice.

“Ha, as if I’d forget something like that! I’m sure that was just another Friday night for you.”

“I assure you, it was not.”

“Can- can we do this again? I mean- not this exactly this but- you know,” you stumble over your words and he chuckles at your awkwardness.

“Yes, I’d be glad to. Now let’s leave before the cleaning ghoul gets here, hm?” he starts to get up as you still lie on the mat.

“So the gym does close at night?”

“Not officially, but they have to clean at some point, no? Here,” he holds his hand out to help you up and you accept it.

After you clean up and part ways, you’re walking back to your room in disbelief of this chance encounter. You had thought that the wild night was nothing special for him, just another Sibling to take for a ride of their lives, never to talk to again. But apparently you were wrong. Maybe there was something there.

[bcolfanfic]

halona is so sweet

my babyyy. her dog attack story/fic should be going up soon but here’s some softer post war ramblings about her and brady.

- idk if i’ve said this on tumblr or just discord but they don’t actually kiss until post liberation. babies. there is a one off two off ~incident~ in the stalag where they like. get each other off but they don’t kiss so obviously it means nothing (:

- benny wants to Scream when he kinda ribs brady about hearing it and he completely dead serious is just. halona’s my friend. it doesn’t mean anything.

- brady also just feels Bad about it and tries to apologize, which she shuts down but. they otherwise don’t really talk about it. the march happens shortly after and there’s enough going on as is.

- then post liberation she’s trying to keep up w brady in the partying/doesn’t want to pull him from his friends but. hatesss how crowded the o-club is. makes her itchy and she can’t even see where elowyn is to latch onto her instead so she panics a little.

- brady gets her outta there and back to the bunks and. it’s quiet. she looks so pretty in this light, the war is over and they both go in to kiss each other at the same time. have been waiting long enough :p

- **i need to do more research on hawaiian service members pre: hawaii being a state stuff so pls excuse any discrepancies here (still developing halona’s backstory more but her dad is an american navy admiral) when everyone is getting their shit sorted to go home from TA brady and his moving too fast heart wants to take halona home to meet his mom and sisters Right Away Immediately. talks himself off that ledge and tells her she should go home and see her folks but. you know there’s a lot i wanna leave here, and this isn’t one of those things.

- writes her the second he gets home and her family is so ::eyes:: about her getting a letter from a boy she served with when she’s barley through the front door. but they worry about her and think it might be good for her to be with someone who Understands so. no hard feelings save for her dad being very 1940s You Tell That Boy I Also Know How Guns Work lmao.

- brady’s sisters are SOOOO nosy nellie about this girllll he’s writing to. they make him tell them everythingggg about her and even write a letter to her themselves for him to stick in with his.

- once things are a bit more settled he pulls some strings to have a reason to go do some flight instruction at a base in hawaii and see her <3. so nervous bc he’s scared things are gonna be Different. which they are in some sense, but not in a bad way.

- is a little bit tiny smidge scared her dad is gonna hate him, is sweating a little when he’s introducing himself but. it goes okay. brady is a good man 🙏🏼

- ^ that last pinterest photo is her later down the line w her and brady’s little girl samara <3. 50% named after elowyn’s co-pilot that died before she could bail out, mara. brady calls her his little peanut and she VERY stubbornly informs him she is not a peanut, she is a girl. 🙄

[moongothic]

Remember my first crochet sweater from forever ago? The one that turned out like shit?

Frogged it and now it's a knit 😎

So to recap; I tried making a crochet sweater based on a YouTube tutorial like years ago, and although while making it I could tell it didn't seem... right... I just kept on telling myself to "trust the process" and that "it'd turn out okay in the end"

It did not

The sweater ended up being so square-ish and massive I could've fit three of myself inside of, going well beyond "comfy oversized sweater" straight into "clown clothes" territory. It was bad. On top of that, although I tried to get the same yarn to do the top of the sweater in a pastel purple, I ended up leaning about this thing called "dye lots" the hard way, as the yarn I had needed to finish the sweater ended up being a completely different shade from what I had used for most of the sweater.

So yeah. The sweater turned out like shit, and I wore it maybe once before putting it into my closet and refusing to even look at it for like IDK two years.

Now I have some nicer yarn that I'd like to make something with, something preferably knit because I like knit fabric more than crochet, but I don't want to practise knitting clothes with that nicer yarn. And so I figured, if I frogged this crochet sweater I could then practise knitting sweaters, reuse the old yarn (=don't have to buy jack shit), and maybe remake this failed sweater into something I'll actually wear

And so the sweater was frogged, this being all the usable yarn from the project. Pastel purple dyelot on the left while the more pinkish yarn (the stuff I had originally used while trying to convince myself it wasn't pink)

You can see the difference in the hue better here

So yeah. Now admitedly after frogging the sweater I did lowkey think about just trying to re-crochet the sweater and did kinda start on that, but I very soon realized that I probably wouldn't have enough yarn to remake the sweater the way I wanted to, and just trying to crochet with it made me double down on how much I just I don't like crochet fabric as clothes. It's just so bulky, man

So I got to knitting instead. And because I'm deranged I chose to... mostly wing it. I did look at a few YouTube tutorials for top-down raglan sweaters to get an idea of what I was supposed to be doing, but in the end, I do kinda learn the best by just winging it. But what I did make a big note of while remaking the sweater was just trying it on as often as possible, just to make sure I didn't make it as oversized this time.

I did want to make this process relatively simple though and because I didn't want to risk losing out of yarn at an inconvenient point I chose to skip the stripes of the original sweater and just make it a simple two-color sweater. This also had the added benefit where I was able to use up all of the purple yarn on the yolk and just go as far as I could go with it before switching to black.

But yeah, the end result?

It's decent!

Like let's be real, my raglan increases are an absolute fucking mess and the shaping on the yolk is a little funny, AND I did make the collar too big (I was so worried my giant head wouldn't fit through so I made it way bigger than it needed to be, but honestly it's better that way than it being way too small. It looks a little silly but it's not the end of the world), and the sleeves ended up being like maybe 4-5 centimeters too long they could've been a smidge shorter.

But aside from that?

I'm honestly really happy with it

Because the fabric is super soft and nice, it's not too bulky, and most importantly, it fits me. It's not obscenely massive on me, it's just the right size.

And really, that's all I wanted. A sweater I'd actually USE, and yeah, I'm gonna wear the hell out of this next fall/winter when the weather gets cold again. It's not perfect, but it's more than good enough for me. And most importantly, I now feel infinitely more confident in maybe using that nicer yarn sometime soon to knit something

Now what the fuck am I gonna do with the leftover yarn 'cause boy howdy do I have a ton left

[secondpersonpoetry]

hi! oh my goodness. i am SO sorry i didn’t say anything earlier. i did read everything a couple days ago, and i Have been chewing on it, rotating it in my mind, etc etc…..and the graphic has been my phone lockscreen since i first read it!!!!!

frankly i am obsessed and have also been a little frazzled this month lol. saw your post late because of the general whirlwind that is december and then couldn’t quite get my thoughts into sufficient words n got worried “oh no would it be weird to say something now…..” which is incredibly silly in retrospect, so sorry for that. 

i’m relatively new to hockey fandom and the Narratives don’t always quite click for me (yet, at least :)) because i don’t know all of the lore for a lot of the popular pairings haha, so it means a lot that you’ve taken time out of your day to break things down for me and share your own thoughts <3 tysm. again, super sorry for the delayed response. i’m very sorry if you felt as though you’d wasted your time or something along those lines :’) just wanted to let you know that i really appreciate you and the time it took you to get everything down and make the graphic!!!! and like i can’t overstate how much your tags both over here and on your other blog have helped me to Get It since the start of this season, so thank you.

but now the house is quiet, the in-laws are gone, and no new work stuff until january :) so i can finally get some stuff down. every point you brought up hits in it own way but gosh you are very incredibly right the mcstrome of it all…..that’s sort of the lens i’ve been listening to the song through since you mentioned it.

the golden boy and the “draft bust” and the ever present notion of “isn’t it all about old friends? like everything? all of it?”.  like idk looking back on a bestfriendship from when you were a teenager that was Super intense and the lines were blurred and maybe realizing (if you hadn’t had the words or the “guts” or awareness or wtv to put a name to it at that point in your life) that y’all were a smidge more than just friends. 

best friends forever until you just aren’t! growing up and growing apart. it’s just the way things go but it can and will ache for a damn long time! you think you’re over it until their birthday or the holidays roll around and you wonder in a distant sort of way who they’re spending it with. what you would’ve hypothetically gotten them as a present if you still spoke. what do they even like nowadays, anyway?

maybe having the friendship end subtly. going from playing and traveling together and living in one another’s pockets to 2,080 miles of distance? (i may have my timeline/details confused here so sorry in advance) texting as much as you can at first but he’s a phenom he’s mcjesus he’s the next in line he’s expected to win the cup with his new team and end the drought for Canada. and they have him now but he was yours first, wasn’t he? but it’s fine. because you’re busy too. you’re captaining the team now. you’re gonna get the memorial cup that he couldn’t. it’s fine. you’re fine. you don’t even have time to worry about it anyway. 

one conversation a week turns to one a month turns to once in a blue moon turns to stale words until it goes cold. these days you can’t quite seem to remember who ended things, but does it really matter all that much now?

or maybe it doesn’t end like that at all. maybe it ends in a flurry of angry words and digs in some or other of the endless hotel rooms you’ve shared together over the years. who knows!

and that’s not even getting into the rest of the 2015 draft class. or the ld19 of it all! ooh hoo hoo. you grew up with him but he’s not your waiting room. he grew up with you but he’ll grow “old” (end his career) with someone else. and isn’t that just something! 

i don’t think it’s totally them, but sort of the sentiment of “I hope you get everything you ever wanted and I hope I never hear a word about it.” I want one ticket off of your carousel!!!! merry christmas, please don’t call!!!!!!!

dylan being sent up and down and traded around until finally landing in washington, a place where he is clearly at home and LOVED for the guy and player he is!!!!!!!! watching a game and seeing all the strome jerseys in the crowd……..wagh.

all that said. some other songs that are mcstrome to me in various ways: hot & heavy by lucy dacus (lol kinda the whole song). before the world was big by girlpool (“i just miss how it felt standing next to you wearing matching [jerseys? sweaters?] before the world was big”). happiness by Taylor swift (“i guess it’s the price i pay for seven years in heaven”), cut your bangs by radiator hospital (maybe? possibly? unsure. i like the whole dog thing there). i’m so glad i feel this way about you by insignificant other (!!!!!). there are so many THEM lyrics in there……..waough.

anyway. other things off the top of my head: 2015 connor specifically saying something like “hey let’s wait a minute so we can see this” to stand by the stage when dylan was getting drafted after him. MAN. you reminded me of the fact that they couldn’t even make eye contact at the handshake line!!!!!!!!! they didn’t go to each other’s weddings!!!!!!!!!! (do you think once upon a time they ever thought they’d being each other’s best man?). just a couple months ago dylan liking the tweet of connor getting that goal during the playoffs!!!!!!!! makes you wonder if he texted him………..

lol this was all over the place and i was probably wrong on some things and there’s SO much more that someone else could say way more eloquently, but i digress. i dunno everything about them is so nuts to me!!!!! needless to say i will be incredibly sat for the game january 21 🙂‍↕️

thank you again for your time :) hope you have a good one and a happy rest of the holiday season! <3333333

what a lovely message to receive 🥰😭🥹 i had to break it up into chunks because i couldn't sit down to read all of it at once without just. bouncing right back up and shrieking. i am also at heart terribly shy so i understand the struggle but it is never too late to say something <3 you are always welcome here

first!!! i love sharing!! i think most of hockey tumblr loves to see people finding out the Lore for the first time and the wonderful thing about hockey is that. it keeps going on. so there's years and years and generations and generations and always something new to learn about. i've learned to just not be afraid to ask!!! between different teams and players i'm always discovering new narratives (learning about the sharks old man yaoi rn... cbj rarepairs...)

no... to my heart's despair... you have the timeline right. i think in the best most tragic sense there's a mcstrome narrative where it is truly that nothing went wrong. the love was there. we couldn't do enough to save it because we didn't see it slipping away. i didn't notice when you didn't call until you never did. i don't know you now but i still remember when i did, do you?

HE'S NOT YOUR WAITING ROOM?? passing out. i do see "i hope you get everything you ever wanted and i hope i never hear a word about it" as them because!! they didn't go to each other's weddings!!! i don't wish you harm but i'm not going to put myself through that!! i hope you're happy and i'm never going to look on purpose.

i love dylan strome so much and the best part is that they all love him so much too. he wore a cool vintage ovechkin jacket!! and got slapped in the face with a tortilla!! he loves to gently rag on the rookies!! it just takes some time, everything'll be just fine. you're only on the middle of the ride.

OKAY WHEN I READ THIS PART I SCREAMED BECAUSE I DO HAVE A MCSTROME PLAYLIST AND!!!! HOT & HEAVY BY LUCY DACUS IS IN FACT ON IT!!! SO IS CUT YOUR BANGS (BUT BY GIRLPOOL SO DOUBLE JINX)!!!! i have dorothea by taylor swift on there but i don't know happiness so i'll have to give all the other songs a listen. mostly i just shrieked because i was like NO YOU GOT THE VIBES EXACTLY

🧠〰️🧠 truly the mind meld happening here. the handshake line. the mutual wedding non-invitations. i won't block your number or your name on twitter i just hope i don't see it come up on screen!! i do think that we got confirmation the last time they played each other that dylan did text him to say congrats on a milestone but i would have to check the archives

p.s. i think you said it perfectly eloquently :) what matters is that you said it at all and i was delighted to read it 💕

[cuephrase]

I cannot keep two words straight in my head smh. I meant the first wip and the third wip. No abandonment meant (though I would not be opposed to hearing about that one too 😅)

asjdfhjsd no worries haha!!

first wip/jigsaw: so although i personally enjoy jason being an anti-hero/being on (sort of?) better terms with the batfam i really like am so frustrated bummed that we don't really get to see how jason got there. however, i also think his current dynamic with the fam is very interesting bc idk, to me, it feels very delicate/fragile and like there's not a whole lot of trust? idk how to summarize all the nuance without giving you an essay you did not ask for, but basically, his current relationship with them is Complicated, yeah?

and i don't have a lot of interest in writing a fix-it/exploring a 'what if things had gone differently' scenario/trying to fill in that missing gap bc...idk. i just don't lmao. BUT!! a reconciliation fic still sounds like so much fun, bc like i like the idea of jason being part of the batfam right but like i don't want to erase all the drama from canon so BASICALLY-

tl;dr: i think jason's current relationship with the batfam is like a bone that broke but wasn't set properly so it needs to be re-broken to heal properly. so i want to start in a place where he's "comfortable" with them, then have him blow everything up. just stomp on all the eggshells. it would very much so be a Things Get Worse Before They Get Better type of reconciliation fic haha. i want it be messy and painful and full of missteps and misunderstandings- it would not be an 'X apologizes and magically everything is better' fic. (which is not shade to anyone who writes/enjoys those!!) i may also challenge myself to stick strictly in jason's pov to really lean into the Unreliable Narrator of it all.

this probably sounds like such a mess, omg *buries face in hands*

pretty bird: this one is a super dick-centric, kinda character study type fic somewhat focused on his sexual trauma, so mirage/catalina/liu, but also just kind of like exploring dick's relationship with himself and like...how he perceives himself? bc he is such a Performer, yk, and he is incredible at it. and he has all these close, meaningful relationships, but sometimes he can still feel so isolated to me in a way bc of how much he keeps to himself and idk i just really want to like get into his head.

also can't really articulate this one without an essay you didn't ask for haha, but it will be a very fun tonal challenge for myself bc i have a very specific vibe i want to achieve that'll require a very careful balancing act.

and then just for funsies, and bc it's also about dick haha,

abandonment: au (inspired by dan mora's black and white oneshot from batman: the brave and the bold) where bruce puts dick into foster care instead of keeping him, but they cross paths later when batman runs into dick and jason who are looking for their missing brother. at least a smidge of identity porn bc dick is willing to trust batman but won't trust bruce wayne. like i have this scene in my mind where batman offers to set the boys up with his friend bruce wayne and dick is like 'absolutely not' and batman is like ?? and then he realizes omg this is the kid i gave up omg.

just imagine dick trying to independently (with jason) try to hunt tim down with batman being like !!!! trying to assist but also not wanting to overstep and also trying not to get too attached (and failing) hehehe. complicated dick and bruce is just so fun, yk?

tysm for the ask, lily, (and for tagging me in this game to begin with!!), i hope you're having/had a beautiful day!!

[doublegoblin]

Man, Astarion got the short end of the stick as far as good endings go.

So I was on a walk and talking with the partner about BG3 (because good gamer very fun) with an emphasis on how the (arguably) poster boy of the game really kinda got screwed over.

This is going to involve some VERY HEAVY spoilers for the game so I will be putting the rest under the cut petals~

So I won't go too in depth because time on earth is limited and I'd rather not write an entire dissertation so I'll try and keep this brief and to the point. Also this is only going over the "good" endings for the Origin characters.

So huzzah you defeated the Nether Brain! Good job Tav or Whoever! We are all bathing in the setting sunlight! Oh no! Astarion no longer has his tadpole and is burning in the sun! Aaaaand he's ran off.

Wait what?

Yeah here's my issue with this ending. Everyone else, while maybe a tragic ending (see Karlach), gets one that is full of some hope at least! You have Shart overcoming her brainwashing and learning to live for herself. Lae'zel going off to fight a fascistic lich-queen, Wyll out of his contract (without DYING) and finally being able to tell his dad the truth, Gale no longer worried about the bomb in his chest and fufilling his (shitty fucked up) misson to Mythra, Karlach is in Avernus again yes but she isn't alone (either with you or Wyll) and is taking charge of her own life, Halsin saved the shadow-cursed lands and reunites with his best friend, Jaheira reunited with Minsc who is no longer a statue! Hells even Durge gets something nice in becoming their own person!

And poor Astarion, like I know you can't cure vampirism (I could go on how there should have been a counterpart to the ascended ending for him where maybe not cure but help), runs away and becomes alone again (unless you romance him but c'mon man that won't be everyone's play-through) losing all the connections and found family he has made. Like this guy was juuuuust on the cusp of having something he hadn't had in over 200 years, friends and some positive influences in his life and it is snatched away.

Like I thought I did something WRONG when that scene started playing! And like, yes, he is wasn't the greatest of guys when you meet up but can you blame him? Like this man has had to endure 200 years of no true freewill of his own, his body literally being puppeteered by the whims of his Pimp. He became a monster to survive. Does this make up for his past deeds though? Hells fucking no. But, like, he was on the road to not redemption but rehabilitation.

Idk like I said I want to keep this short but damn, he is the ONE character to not have an ending with even a crumb of hope.

ALSO WE CAN JUST STAY IN BALDUR'S GATE AND HIT HIM UP, WE KNOW WHERE HE LIVED! Also like, you've made good with the Guild, you can have that favor and figure out where the guy is...just so he doesn't have to lose the few people who he may care about.

Okay okay now I'm good. Trust me though, THIS is short compared to the thoughts I was having and very loudly proclaiming on our walk. I know a lot of the nuance is being lost by keeping this short but yeah. Bleh, they did my stupid sexy vampire dirty and he earned a smidge of hope imo.

[productivebasementdweller]

How to Top your Frizz skirt (By request!)

Get you some of that nice quilters bias tape, because we suck at sewing and therefore need a slightly wider work space cause ??? Or idk if your feeling spicy or weren't paying attention during purchase, we've all been there. Regular bias tape works fine, it's just so small! Anywho what I'm saying is any basis tape will work. Recycle! I am fat and boy does that 1/4 inch just sit so much better. And the other sewing related thing

Take your bias tape and your sewn skirt and we're gonna make a long skirt hot dog. You wanna cheat, maybe make your life easier? Iron your bias tape folded in half like shown.

Next we're gonna give our skirt a ✨ hair cut ✨ just a little snip above the seam so we know our skirt is in the hotdog bias all nice and snuggly and don't accidentally sew your bias together without your skirt cause you forget to trim. Ask me how I know.

Then you're gonna clip or pin your hotdog. No such thing as "too many" clips/pins with bias tape! Trust me!! She is the SHAPE WEAR of sewing but she needs SUPPORT!! 🫡

Before you sew I want to share with you this hair tie hack! I learned this trick the same time I learned quilting wasn't gonna be for me! This helps keep your fabric straight while you're sewing. Cause if you're here, and like me, straight lines are for people with TIME. AND WE'RE BUSY.

( You can also do this trick by cutting and taping a small chunk of cardboard to the sewing machine to create your "wall" as well. ) sorry not pictured! I gotta save some space for the Important photos.

Sew your little bias hotdog once you are confident in the fitting/size of your skirt. Your bias tape is gonna solidify that size so make sure it's right if not a little snug, if it's a little loose, don't worry I will show you how to take it in a smidge when we add the zipper! If it's way too big for some reason, now is your time to fix!!

Once it's all sewn it should look something like this! Holy smackaroos you did it! The top of the skirt is DONE BABE!

[zepskies]

Yess so excited to read your thoughts on this one, lovely!! 💕

Starting off strong with Ben’s profanity, I see 💪

I saw no other way to go about this opening. 😂

Ben really does act his age, and it never fails to amuse me 😂

Girl SAME. 😂 He's an old ass man and he lives his truth.

I’m a little ashamed to admit that I would traditionally skip straight to pettiness at this point… Pookie is legit sooo much stronger then me if she’s only getting a smidge bit annoyed.

Lolll while I understand, I hope I would act more like the reader in these situations. Though she's basically a saint for how much she puts up with when it comes to Ben. She's far too used to his moods at this point and knows how to mentally and verbally tai chi his energy. 😂

Oh hell nah, Benny babe, I know you come from the generation of emotionally repressed assholes who speak in grunts, but traditionally people give actual REASONS for cancelled plans. But idk maybe that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

"Emotionally repressed asshole" is exactly it with him lmfao.

“Now, if he really wanted to impress you, he'd wash that damn dish.” — I suppose it really is just baby steps with this one 😂

It really is. 😂 Eventually he'll get to the level of growth in this SB imagine (AKA: Repaying Ben for a job well done), but again, baby steps.

AHAHAHAH YESSS!! She’s speaking my language of ✨spite✨

LOL I think it's understandable at this point with his behavior. 🤣

Did he… did he forget who exactly his girl is? Does he really think she’s just gonna roll over because he said so? BITCH PLEASE!

Oh he didn't forget. He's just letting his fears interrupt his character growth. 🙄 Don't worry, he's gonna learn. (Again.)

“Admitting to that was like admitting that his uniform was a lie; that he had no fear. That he was invulnerable. That he was a god in human form.” — I love the way you’ve phrased this. It’s so beautiful and poetic, and so very fitting for Ben as a character 🫶

Thank you, my love! That part in particular was special for me when I was writing. I feel like it distills all the "lies" surrounding Ben and his Soldier Boy persona -- the lies he bought into himself, and now has to confront again. She strips him of all those lies in BMD, just by loving him and challenging him to be better.

“But you had become the last human part of him. To lose that would be to lose everything again, worse than 1984.” — And this part too, it really does encapsulate how far he’s come since they first met and how deeply he’s come to rely on her. She’s his life and the person he wants a future with, so the steaks are higher than they ever were in 1984.

Thank you so much for picking up what I was putting down, essentially! That's precisely what I was getting at with that line.

““I thought you didn’t mind a few wrinkles,” you teased.” — THIS MADE ME WHEEZE OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE HER 🤣 that’s gotta be such a comforting aspect of Ben though, knowing that he won’t leave her for someone younger when she gets older.

Lmfao she will always take the opportunity to tease him for that. 🤣 But also because this is before the events of Strong as Blood (they don't yet know that she has her "supe STD" lmfao), you're so right in that this would actually be a kind of solace for her, no matter how unconventional lol.

““I like the idea of a private room,” you said.” — You naughty naughty… 😏

Listen, lmao. Who doesn't want a private room with that man? But also, she knows how to finesse her man, and this is one of the ways to his heart. 😂

This is a nice conclusion to the first part, I really love seeing the way that Ben coped with witnessing MC’s mortality (albeit it was a dream). And I love how one of his automatic remedies for the nightmare, other then trying to essentially ground her, was to turn back to the Compound V conversation. The nightmare really would’ve called to mind so many worries that he would’ve already had in the back of his head.

Thank you again!! 🥰🥰 I'm so glad you enjoyed this sequel to the first part. And you picked up on literally all the subtext I had in my head (and hoped others would notice) as I was writing this part.

My heart ached at the doubts that we’re going through his mind, but I always love it when you highlight the emotional stakes in their relationship.

As assholish as Ben is in this part, we all know it's coming from a place of fear and protectiveness, which makes him more sympathetic lol. It comes back to the challenges of a supe/non-supe relationship with one of the most infamous supes alive. 😅

As always, thank you so much for all your love and feedback on this pair of imagines!! They were really fun to write, even in the challenging nature of the prompts. And I think it shades in a little bit more of the BMD world and their relationship in a way I wasn't expecting to dive into. 💞💞

Talk to Me

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Summary: Ben had a vivid nightmare last night. You know how he is about his “man feelings.” But you try to get him to open up anyway, before you both lose your tempers.

AN: This was requested by my lovely friend @deans-spinster-witch. It's set in the Break Me Down-verse and is a sequel to the SB imagine below:

See this imagine for context: Ben loses you.

Word Count: 1,600 Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Imagine: You confront Ben about his fears.

“What the fuck is wrong with this cocksucking coffee maker?” Ben snarked.

He bumped the top of it with his hand, so hard you thought he was going to break it.

Your brows furrowed as you shot him a look. It was too early for all that.

“Nothing?” you said. “Worked just fine for me.”

He sported an even grumpier face as the coffee finally poured into his mug.

Something’s wrong, you thought.

Ben was usually quiet in the morning. Relaxed and slow until he’d had his coffee and started his routine, with his newspaper at his favorite lounge chair, then breakfast in the kitchen with you.

You were making pancakes on a griddle, but you were also watching your boyfriend. He wasn’t just quiet. He was downright grouchy and taciturn.

What crawled up his ass? you thought. Though you had your suspicions...

“Breakfast is done,” you called to him.

He eventually joined you, sitting down at the breakfast bar. You served him a mildly enormous stack, and just two pancakes for yourself. In most respects, Ben was still a bottomless pit.

However, after eating the first couple of pancakes in silence, he pushed away from his plate and leaned back in his seat. You held your coffee mug between both hands and eyed him.

“You okay, baby?” you asked, repeating the very words you’d asked him last night.

He glanced at you through surly brows. “Yeah. You can stop asking me that.”

Right, you thought. He’d been twitching in his sleep, muttering, making sounds that had worried you enough to wake him with a gentle hand on his dewy arm. His response had worried you too—that haze of disoriented shock, followed by relief when he recognized your face.

You’d comforted him the best you could after his nightmare, but he hadn’t wanted to talk about it. You knew he wouldn’t now, either. That didn’t stop you from trying.

You set down your mug and soothed a hand up his arm, until your fingers disappeared under his shirt sleeve.

“What’s got you all sunshine and rainbows then, Mr. Grouch?” you lightly teased. “I even made you pancakes. Still waiting on my thank you.”

Ben didn’t want to answer, though he briefly glanced at you. He slurped at his coffee.

You sighed. A tick of annoyance at your brow.

“Okay," you said. "Well, since we had breakfast here, I figured we could go out for lunch later when we get to the city. There’s this amazing deli I could take you to—”

“We’re not going,” Ben said.

You blinked in surprise. Your hand fell away from his shoulder. “What?”

“I’ve got things to do,” he said. And without looking at you, he grabbed his half-full plate and got up to bring it over by the sink. He speared a few pancakes back onto the plate you’d served them up in before dumping his plate into the sink.

At least he was learning something about living with you. Now, if he really wanted to impress you, he'd wash that damn dish.

But for now, you wanted answers more than you wanted clean plates. You slowly got up out of your chair and went to him. You tried your best not to be accusatory when you asked your next questions.

“What do you mean? What do you have to do?”

He didn’t seem to want to answer you. Or maybe, he didn’t have a good answer, because he was fucking lying.

You laid a hand on his arm. “Ben. I need you to talk to me right now, because this is our first day off together in weeks. You know this was supposed to be our day. So you’d better have a damn good reason.”

He frowned angrily down at you. “We’re not going because I fucking said so. That’s all you need to know.”

You glared back at him, standing your ground.

You raised a brow. “That’s not good enough with me, and you know it. But if that’s how you’re going to be about it, I’ll call Annie and make it a girls’ day.”

You turned on your heel to walk away, but an iron hand grabbed your wrist. Holding back a wince, you frowned at Ben over your shoulder. His face was tight with irritation.

“You’re not going any-damn-where,” he snapped.

“You better let me go, right now,” your temper snapped right back.

This man was protective, but he had never been this bad. Not even after you got out of the hospital after Vought Tower collapsed. Granted, you’d been fully healed. He’d never outright tried to forbid you from leaving the house though.  

“What the hell is your problem?” you said.

He didn’t want to let you go, but after a beat, he released you. His frown deepened when you had to rub the ache out of your wrist.

He hadn’t meant to grip you that hard. Part of him relented…but then it firmed back up, when he remembered last night. The images were still filtering through his mind on a loop.

The alley, the blood slipping through his fingers, your pale, cold cheek, and lifeless eyes staring up at him.

“There’s something we need to discuss,” he said gruffly.

You tilted your head at him. Your face was tight and angry now, but you still followed him into the living room. You sat down together on the couch, and with crossed arms, you waited for him to speak.

His elbow rested on his knee while his hand swept over his mouth and beard. Then his gaze slid over to yours.

“You need to take Compound V,” he said.

To say that shocked you was an understatement. Your eyes widened, and your body went rigid.

“Excuse me?” you said lowly.

“There’s no way around it,” he said. Grit was laced in his voice, but you didn’t care.

“I’ve made myself very clear—”

“And you also said we’d revisit this little chat, so here we are,” Ben retorted. “You need to live in fucking reality. I can’t be with you 24/7. I don’t trust those CIA fucks to wipe their own ass, let alone keep an eye on you. Especially when I’m in the field.”

You just managed to lasso in your temper when you finally realized where this was coming from. You inhaled a couple of calming breaths. Your fingers tapped your knees. You sat up straighter before you turned to him more fully.

Your hand reached out to cover his on his thigh.

“Ben,” you started. Soft and even. “What did you dream last night?”

His face tightened further, his lips pressed into a line. It took him a moment, but eventually he answered.

“Nothing. Doesn’t fucking matter.”

“We both know that it does,” you chided.

When he just maintained his stoic façade, you slid closer to him on the couch. You curled a hand around his bicep and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

You looked up at him.

He didn’t want to break.

You just waited until the green of his eyes met yours.

“Hey. It’s just me,” you said softly. “Talk to me.”

His brows knit together, slightly. His jaw clenched and twitched under his skin.

“I lost you,” he said.

Admitting to that was like admitting that his uniform was a lie; that he had no fear. That he was invulnerable. That he was a god in human form.

But you had become the last human part of him. To lose that would be to lose everything again, worse than 1984.

Somehow, you’d become his reason…for most things. He didn’t think you realized it, nor would he allow himself to tell you.

His eyes closed when you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You let your fingers sift through his hair, brushing it back and away from his forehead.

“Do you know why I want to stay normal?” you asked. "Albeit fragile and breakable."

He didn’t answer, but his eyes silently asked for one.

“Because I want to stay myself,” you said. “Power corrupts, and there’s a big chance I wouldn’t be the woman you loved anymore if I injected that shit into my veins.”

Ben frowned. He hadn’t considered that…but he still felt it was a price worth paying.

You moved off the couch and into his lap. He welcomed you with an arm curling around your waist and another moving up your thigh.

Your arms twined around his neck, and you kissed him properly, nice and slow. He tasted like coffee and maple syrup. His hair was soft between your curling fingers.

You parted from him after a while, just to press another comforting kiss to his temple.

“I know what I’m asking of you, and I’m sorry,” you whispered against his skin. “But we’ll figure something else out.”

“How?” he scoffed, his brows furrowing again. “In a few decades—”

“I thought you didn’t mind a few wrinkles,” you teased.

A smirk flickered across his lips. “You know what the fuck I mean.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But we have time. I promise, we’ll figure this out.”

Ben didn’t totally believe you. There was going to come a time where you were going to have to make a choice: between him and your principles.

It wasn’t fair, but that was the reality. Life wasn’t fucking fair.

Until then, maybe he could make one concession.

“If you want…” he said. You leaned back enough to see his face.

He met your gaze. “We can go to dinner later. In the city.”

A slow smile spread across your face.

“But we’re getting a private room,” he warned, squeezing your hips. “And we’re driving there and back. That’s it.”

Your smile warmed further, and kissed the corner of his mouth. You were sure you could convince him to go a Broadway show afterwards, if you plied him in a few key ways...

“I like the idea of a private room,” you said.

His fingers crept up your pajama pants, drifting down between your thighs. His thumb started to stroke warmth through your panties. It had you smiling, sighing, subtly pressing into his hand.

His smirk deepened.

“You do, don’t you?” he said.

You let out a breathy laugh at the change in him. It didn’t take much to get him worked up. So you hugged him close and spoke into his ear all the things you had planned for him tonight.

Before, and after dinner.

AN: Lol I love writing this lovable asshole. 💚 Especially in the BMD-verse.

I have more Dean imagines coming soon! Including a requested sequel to "You are Dean's one exception," in which Sam "crosses the line"... 🫣

Soldier Boy Masterlist

Main Masterlist

BMD Tag List (Part 1):

@this-is-me19 @waynes-multiverse @mrsjenniferwinchester @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @spalady26 @spnwoman @syrma-sensei @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden @muhahaha303 @123passwort

@xoxovienna @katherineann814 @lollag0w0 @globetrotter28 @nancymcl @ashbatz @secretdreamlandmentality @kristophalis @wonderland2022 @emily-winchester @shelh93 @sl33pylilbunny @spoonmynoodle @chernayawidow

@buckybarnes-1917 @asgardprincess97 @sometimes-i-sing @itsyellow @karnellius @kimberleymjw @is-this-a-febreze-commercial @iamsapphine @sanscas @se-fucking-hun @lassie-bird @jessjad @yepimthatperson @fromcaintodean @stoneyggirl2

@spnfamily-j2 @im-a-slut-for-fluff @lacilou @venicesem @mimaria420 @vanillawhiskeyflavoredkisses @tearsfortheyouth @agalliasi @chriszgirl92 @kazsrm67

[milfformunson]

Double Date Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: You meet the group at Steve’s place and Steve and Eddie get jealous of each other. 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Suzie sister Reader (F!Reader) 

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI Fluff, F!Reader, angst, jealousy, tension, idk what else let me know if there's something

Word count:~ 2.6k 

You asked Dustin a million times if he was sure of where he was going, and every time he rolled his eyes and assured you that he had been to Steve’s a million times. Steve’s house was HUGE. Dustin had mentioned once that Steve’s parents were rarely home, so Steve stayed in this big house by himself all the time? That would be incredibly lonely. You felt a smidge of sorrow for Steve. Your siblings drove you crazy most of the time, and it felt like you never had a minute to yourself, but you loved them and you couldn’t imagine growing up without the chaos of your big family.

Suzie and Dustin got out immediately, extremely excited to finally meet the rest of the group. You sat in the car, trying to calm your nerves because Eddie wasn’t there yet. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy because Suzie already knew some of them from their visit to Utah. Even Eden knew some of them, but you weren’t there that day so you didn’t know anyone. 

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Suzie called halfway up the driveway. 

You took a breath and got out of the car, making your way up the driveway until you were waiting behind Dustin and Suzie at the front door. Dustin knocked and was promptly greeted by a shirtless man, who you assumed was Steve. They shared some weird secret handshake as you and Suzie exchanged amused looks. 

“Steve, this Suzie and (Y/N). Ladies, Steve “The Hair” Harrington.” Dustin introduced the three of you, exchanging brief handshakes. Steve didn’t immediately look at you, not until your hands had touched. Then, his umber eyes met yours, and his eyebrows raised in surprise at how pretty he found you. 

“Suzie, pleasure to finally meet the girl Dustin raves about. (Y/N), I’m sorry I couldn’t make it on Friday, I hope Henderson didn’t cause you trouble.” Steve said, ruffling Dustin’s hair. He wouldn’t tell you he was secretly glad he didn’t have to sit through an awkward night with a strange Mormon girl. Now, he was wishing he had gone.

You smiled. “No worries, Steve. Dustin had Eddie go, so I didn’t have to deal with too much of his ego.” You winked at Dustin who was rolling his eyes.

“Oh, Eddie went? Cool. Cool. Cool.” Steve was trying his best to hide the jealousy he was feeling. “Party’s out back. Most everyone’s here. (Y/N), I’ll introduce you so Dustin can focus on Suzie.” He placed his hand gently on your back to guide you forward as the other two rushed, hand in hand, to the back yard. 

“Dustin never told me where you work.” You said, looking back at Steve. 

“Oh, I work at Family Video. Dustin said you were looking for a job here, and we’re hiring, so I could put in a good word with Keith? If you want.” He shrugged, a hand nervously brushing through his hair. 

“You met me three minutes ago! What if you think I’m weird and don’t want to work with me?” You teased, nudging his elbow with yours. 

“I can just tell we’d get along well.” He shrugged. “But Robin also works there. You might not want to work with her.” he nudged you back. 

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’ll work with anyone if it means I can pay my bills. I’d owe you one if you got me a job. Plus, it’d be nice to work with people I already know.” 

You reached the back door, looking out and taking in the group of people that were scattered around and in the pool. Suzie was already settled into a conversation with a redheaded girl and another girl with short, curly brown hair. Max and El, probably. The only other girls looked closer to your age, so you assumed they were Robin and Nancy. 

Steve was walking out the back door when he turned and saw you hugging yourself while biting your lip anxiously. He gave your bicep a gentle squeeze, a kind smile on his face, and nodded his head for you to follow him. You swallowed hard and followed him out. Steve was extremely kind, and you knew you’d get along with him, but you couldn’t help but wish Eddie was already here.

Steve led you over to the two older girls, who were indeed Robin and Nancy. Robin was overjoyed to meet you, giving you a tight hug when Steve said you wanted a job at Family Video. Her enthusiasm was soon easing your anxiety, helping you feel more relaxed as you were introduced to everyone else. Nancy was polite to you, but not overly excited like Robin. You didn’t blame her, but you hoped she would warm up to you. You recognized Argyle, his hair a dead giveaway, because Eden would not shut up about him and his luscious locks. Jonathan was stoned already, so he barely registered who you were, which made you giggle. El and Max said quick greetings while jumping into the pool. Mike, Lucas, and Will just gave you awkward waves when Steve introduced you, but you had heard how awkward they were so you weren’t surprised.  

“Welp, that’s the group. Except Eddie, but you met him already.” Steve muttered. 

“Thanks for introducing me, they seem great. I just hope they don’t mind that I’m here.” You said softly. 

“They’ll warm up to you. Max is the only one who’s ever met Mormons. No one wants to offend you, you know?” He admitted.

“Right…” You trailed off, frustrated that your religion was causing people to make snap judgements about you. You couldn’t blame them, you would probably feel the same way. 

“Sorry I’m late! Band practice ran a bit longer than expected.” Eddie burst through the back door, shouting. His eyes immediately locked on you, a goofy grin on his face. He came running to you, wrapping you in a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He whispered into your hair. 

“I’m glad you’re here too.” You whispered back, a warmth rushing over you, but not from the heat of the summer. Comforted by Eddie’s presence, you didn’t feel as anxious.

Steve watched the way Eddie hugged you and felt a pang of jealousy, wishing it was him. It could have been, had he not had to work Friday. He let out a deep breath as you and Eddie broke apart, determining right then that he would ask you out by the end of the night. 

“Let’s swim!” Eddie clapped his hands together, peeling off his t-shirt. 

Oh my… You thought, eyes trailing over his body. He had tattoos?? How did you not notice the swarm of bats or the… devil thingy on his arms? A spider and… a head..thing on his very attractive chest. Even though his choice of tattoos seemed odd, you had always found tattoos sexy. You’re a goner. 

You broke your stare from him and took off your own shirt and shorts. Eddie and Steve watched you out of the corners of their eyes, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but still intrigued. Both of them let out long breaths as they saw your plain black one-piece. It hugged your soft curves in all the right places, the high legs showing the soft but toned skin of your thighs. Eddie hadn’t seen you in anything other than t-shirts that left a lot to the imagination, so seeing the low neckline of the swimsuit stop just above your boobs made his eyes open wide. 

“Are we swimming or what?” You teased, standing between the two and bumping them with your hips.  

They exchanged glances, and apparently had the same idea because before you knew it they each had an arm and were tossing you into the pool as you screamed. They jumped in right after, laughing. 

“Not cool guys!” You huffed, splashing the both of them once you reached the surface. 

“Couldn’t resist, sorry sweetheart.” Eddie laughed. 

“Welcome to Hawkins.” Steve splashed back. 

Soon enough, everyone was jumping into the pool, a game of Marco Polo starting. Chicken fights, cannon ball competitions, and water volleyball had you all laughing and you felt like you were part of the group. Steve and Eddie both made it their goal to always be as close to you as possible which meant always being on your team and fighting over who got to be your partner for chicken. Apparently you were the only one oblivious to the flirting and competition going on. Everyone else just rolled their eyes, laughing at the desperation of Eddie and Steve’s battle for your attention. 

When it started getting dark everyone went inside to get settled for a movie. Max and Lucas, Dustin and Suzie, Mike and El paired off to cuddle on various spots on the floor. Argyle and Jonathan on the two bean bags, Robin and Nancy the loveseat, leaving you, Eddie, and Steve to the couch. The two men took opposite ends of the couch, leaving the middle for you. They each sat with their legs spread slightly, and you sat cross-legged, meaning your knees were close to each of their thighs. Steve had put in The Labyrinth, which you hadn’t seen yet, so you were extremely focused on the movie, not noticing that Eddie and Steve kept looking over at you. You didn’t notice when they both shifted so they were sitting closer to you. But you did notice when they both went to put their arms behind you and accidently ended up holding each other’s hands for a brief second before pulling apart and shifting away. You looked at both of them confused, but they just stared at the TV like nothing happened.

Halfway through the movie, you asked Steve if you could use the restroom, and he eagerly got up to show you where it was. You followed him down the hall where he opened the door to the bathroom. You expected him to walk away, but he stood there awkwardly rocking on his feet. 

“Steve? You gonna stand there the whole time?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Oh, no. S-sorry.” He mumbled, beginning to walk away before turning back. “(Y/N), Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Steve.” You paused, leaning against the door frame. 

“I wanted to see if-” 

“Move it, Harrington. I gotta pee.” Max pushed past Steve, cutting him off. You quickly moved out of her way as she shut the bathroom door. 

“I’ll wait here, go enjoy the movie. We can talk later.” You said, squeezing his arm with a smile.  

Steve nodded, reluctantly going back to the living room. He slumped down on the couch, rubbing his face in frustration.

“You like her, don’t you?” Eddie leaned over and whispered, startling Steve. 

“I don’t know what it is about her but she’s-” 

“Captivating? Funny? Gorgeous? Sweet?” Eddie interrupted. 

“Exactly. All of that. Shit, I wish I had been able to go with them on Friday. I’m glad you were able to though, so she wasn’t alone.” Steve sighed. 

Eddie nodded, debating on telling Steve that he liked you, too. He knew Steve would probably be a better fit for you, but he couldn’t help but think about the moments you two had shared over the last few days. They had to mean something, right?

You returned from the bathroom and felt the change of atmosphere between Eddie and Steve. You weren’t sure what it was, but tension was in the air. You tentatively sat down and tried to focus on the movie, but it was hard to concentrate when Eddie’s pinky was touching your thigh slightly. You didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose, his gaze never left the movie. Then, Steve put his arm behind you on the couch, his hand gently brushing your hair. You glanced at him, but he was looking intently at the TV, so you didn’t think anything of it. 

Steve noticed the way you shifted so you were sitting closer to Eddie. He noticed Eddie’s pinky brushing against your thigh, and how your hand was hovering slightly above it on your thigh. He watched you sneak glances at Eddie, and remembered how you relaxed when Eddie hugged you. Thinking back on the day, he remembered how easily you and Eddie bantered, how your cheeks flushed when Eddie would get close to you. He could see the way you looked at Eddie, and he saw the way Eddie looked at you. 

When the movie was over, it was almost curfew for the younger kids, so everyone left. Steve was walking you, Dustin, and Suzie out to your car, when you stopped him halfway down the driveway, letting Suzie and Dustin get out of earshot. 

“What did you want to ask me earlier?” You smiled. 

“Oh…” He was going to ask you out. Now what would he say? “I was going to ask what your availability for work is, just in case Keith asks.” He ran his hands through his hair nervously. 

“Oh! Um, I think most of my classes are in the morning and on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. So in the evenings and days I don’t have class.” You smiled, grateful that Steve was helping you out. 

“Great! I’ll uh, let you know about the job. I’ll get your number from Dustin.” He smiled. 

“Thank you, Steve. It was really great hanging out with you and the rest of the group. Thank you for making me feel welcomed, and for helping me with the job.” You threw your arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug.

He hesitated before returning the hug. You smelled like chlorine and sunscreen, and your hug was warm and comforting. “You’re welcome. I’m glad you’re part of the group now.” 

Eddie walked out of the front door and saw you and Steve hugging, and his stomach turned with jealousy and confusion. He kept walking to his van, not wanting to interrupt. 

“Goodnight Steve.” You said, pulling away and heading towards your car.  

“Night, (Y/N).” Steve replied. “Munson! Hold up.” He raced over to Eddie as you got in your car. They both waved when you pulled out of the driveway, watching you drive away. 

“What’s up, Steve?” Eddie sounded irritated. 

“I was going to ask (Y/N) out.” Steve said. 

“Great. Best of luck with that.” Eddie said through gritted teeth. 

“Let me finish, you doof. I was going to ask her out. But then I saw you two today, and it’s clear she has a thing for you.”

Eddie scoffed. “Right. She had her arms around you tonight. Not me.” 

Steve rolled his eyes. “That was a friendly hug. You’re telling me she hasn’t hugged you, at all?” 

Eddie thought back to the cuddling and when you kissed him on the cheek. “She kissed me on the cheek.” he mumbled. 

Steve smacked Eddie’s shoulder. “She likes you, Edward. And I know you like her.” 

“She’s incredible. I just… she grew up so different from me. She’s all sunshine and rainbows and Jesus and I’m… me. I’m not good enough for her.” Eddie groaned, opening up his van door.  

“Let her be the judge of that. That’s all I’m going to say. Think about it, man, but not too much.” Steve patted Eddie on the shoulder before walking back to his house. 

Eddie climbed into his van, and the whole drive back to his trailer he thought about what Steve said. Yeah, he was the town freak who liked metal music and had tattoos and you were pure and sweet and… then he remembered what you showed him yesterday. Maybe you two weren’t as different as he thought. 

[kwiiwi1]

OK OC THOUGHT SNIPPET FOR THE NIGHT:

two OC's are Harper (23 + any prns but mainly she/they) and Alto (20 + also any prns but mainly he/him)

OK OK

SO..  😳 😳 😳

Alto lying down on his bed, ass up, playing games on the rooms gaming console, and he's all comfortable with lots of pillows and blankets because mans definitley the type to stack lots of comfy things on his bed like soft toys, pillows, duvets etc

lights are dimmed (they're those funny popular LED lights), curtains are closed, its a generally laxed environment lol

ANYWAYS

my girl Harpers got her face in between his asscheeks (clothed?? non clothed?? idk whatever you prefer ig, but I lean more towards clothed farts lol) and just..

UNGH  😫 😫 😫 😫 😫  🥵 🥵 🥵 🥵 🥵

Alto ripping these fucking farts on his girlfies face, and it's loud and bubbly but greatly muffled by Harper stuck in his ass, and he keeps moaning softly after each one or pausing his game before each fart mmmm  🤤 🤤 🤤 🤤 🤤

just.. him pausing the game, shuffling around to get himself comfortable, biting his lip and tilting his hips up just a smidge before ripping an absolute behemoth point-blank onto Harpers face and moaning in relief  🥴 🥴 🥴 🥴 🥴

and he's like "God Harp you're so weird for this" (Harper has a fart fetish lol leke my ballsacks if you disagree) but he doesn't mind it in the absolute slightest

He thinks it's kinda cute how his girlfriend is.. such a fucking egg with all of this

MEANWHILE Harpers in heaven rn, like she is sniffing every single fart up like oxygen and moaning into his legs whenever he farts, nuzzling his asscheeks cause omfg they're so comfy to lie on how tf-

they take breaks tho dw dw because Alto worries that Harper will pass out from taking everything point-blank (but tbh Harper wouldn't mind it tho if it'll give them 5 extra mins in that special heaven huehuehue 😏 😏 😏 😏 😏)

eventually his room smells like spoiled milk and rotten strawberries (spoiled strawberry milk ig??), and Harper will probably smell like it for days

however, nobody minds it tho lol (more on that later)

ANYWAYS, thank you for coming to my TED talk

i'm so sorry if this post is all long and wordy and rambly, all of this has been sitting in my head for god knows how long + I tend to ramble and describe things too much when I like it lol

[cosmos-recs]

ti’s 2021 favourites

hola! the year is ending and honestly, it wouldn’t have been as great as it was if it wasn’t for all the lovely writings i had to give me solace and an escape when i need it the most. i don’t think fic writers realise how important their works are and how much they mean to their readers. so i thought i’d let them know!

here is small list of some of my fav fics of 2021 ^^ (some of them might be old but i read them this year so they count 😤)

so. without further ado… in no particular order…

*drumroll*

rule breaker by @mxxndreams

ah yes, my favourite series by one of my fav tumblr writers. i feel like any amount of compliments for this series and the way it’s written wouldn’t be enough. all i can say is that it’s absolutely beautiful. go read!

jisung x fem!reader; genre: fluff, angst, college!au

prom committee by @silverlightqueen

this. this au is what inspired me to start writing my own smau so it’s very near and dear to my heart. i love the dynamics between the characters and how they’re all individually so intriguing. it’s such a funny, feel-good high school story. perfect for the days you just want to laugh and escape the stress of life.

ot8 x fem!reader; genre: fluff, humour, a smidge of angst, smau

note: the au is technically missing 1 or 2 chapters but it’s practically finished and the author said there was nothing extra to be added so yeah! don’t worry about it. just read heheh. it’s worth it, i promise!

simmy bestie! i hope you’re doing well. last time i checked you were going through a rough time :( i hope 2022 is kinder to you 💛

twin galaxies by @thevampywolf

ugh literally one of the best fics ash has written. it’s just so soft and sweet and the imagery and wording is so so beautiful :’) it makes me so happy to read. it’s the kind of fic you read and wish you could gift to someone but also have someone gift to you.

bang chan x reader; genre: fluff

honourable mentions: early birds (also a masterpiece by ash that’s beautifully written)

foul play by @dalamjisung

okay i will make whole specific post for this but ohmygoddd this is my fav au. literally. felix’s personality, y/n’s personality, the sweet little plot, the emotions, the final confession… ahakshssjsk i love everything about it.

felix x fem!reader; genre: fluff, smau

bedroom ceiling by @dalamjisung

part 1 / part 2

ajshjsshksks okay THIS!!! THISSSS!!!! you know that feeling you get when you read something so beautifully written that you wished you’d come up with it? yeahhh… that was what reading this fic felt like. 10/10 recommend!!

bang chan x reader; genre: angst, fluff (in the second half)

concussions and cracked heads by @mieohmy

eheheheh this was literally the cutest!!! CUTEST!!!! taeyong fic i’ve read. and also so funny?? (i’ll be making a proper post on it later but for now… just go read! it’ll make you laugh, give you butterflies and brighten up your day!)

taeyong x reader; genre: fluff, humour, high school!au

in too deep by @cotccotc

ahhhhh pleaseee i remember reading this THRICE i loved it that much! the way the story progresses… the little tension between the two characters… the slight angst… the ending!! LAHSKSHJSJSKS i really loved it. and heheh the little brother too!!! idk it just really warmed my heart to read this fic. it felt like… an old fond memory i was revisiting (i’m not quite sure why. i guess it’s because of the way it was written. it really tugged at my heartstrings)

bang chan x fem!reader; genre: fluff, a bit of angst

mixed messages by @lewsr [ @llewsr ]

omg this au! a) i loved the math puns!! i LIVED for the math puns. b) it was so cute?? i loved the characterisation of y/n and jisung in this. their relationship developed so smoothly and it left me with a very warm feeling when i finished reading.

jisung x fem!reader; genre: fluff, angst, humour, smau

a night to remember by @dreamescapeswriting

honestly, this fic is a fic to remember. the angst… the insecurity… the uncertainty… it was all narrated so well! i loved the way the story progressed and how at the first read, you read through the perspective of the MC and then when you read again, you realise how the MC had indeed misunderstood a great number of details that led to a small argument. i just… i don’t know. it’s so beautifully written. i remember crying as i read it because i could feel for the mc and the fluff at the end just– ugh it was the icing on the cake 🥰

bang chan x fem!reader; genre: fluff, angst

softly, quietly by @chogiwow

ah i love the way this is written. it’s just… soft kisses on a calm, rainy day. it’s beautifully written. the perfect thing to read when you want to be deep in your feels or are touch deprived hehehe

bang chan x reader; genre: fluff

love me or leave me by @tyongxnct

bruhhh THIS!! oh gosh i usually don’t like cheating stories but this one reeled me in and i was SO invested and also low-key rooting for jae to fix things with his wife. it’s this… heartbreaking reality of the world where sometimes leaving your partner isn’t as simple. especially when you’re in love. and as much as i don’t like cheating… this particular story made me really want the husband to change for the better and prove himself worthy. i cried with the characters, laughed with them, smiled with them, got angry with them… it’s so immersive.

jaehyun x fem!reader; genre: angst, fluff, husband!jaehyun

warning: mentions of cheating, mentions of sex

starry night by @staylibrary [this user deactivated]

bestiesss thisss!!! this was so soft. i love the setting and the way it’s written. the dialogues were so wonderful, so natural. and i loved the chemistry between the mc and chan. the whole thing is just so so soft! i don’t have enough words to articulate how happy i feel when i read this little fic. it’s so so sweet and heartwarming.

bang chan x reader; genre: fluff

the recovery files by @thepixelelf

this uh… wow. this little series just– i have no words. it’s so heart-wrenchingly sad yet beautiful. especially chan’s one?? ohmygod that had me bawling. each member had their own little tape about their relationships and breakups. this series is not for the faint of the heart i swear. but it really is worth all the chest pain and tears.

skz ot8; genre: angst, some traces of fluff

instinct by @fizzydrink698

bruhhh this!! this series was really something. it was genuinely wonderful to read. the chemistry between the reader and chan was so… palpable. so… natural. any amount of compliments isn’t enough for how brilliantly fi writes. so go on and read the fic!

bang chan x fem!reader; genre: fluff, angst, mature content, omega verse

warning: descriptions of sex (not incredibly detailed but it’s there), minors dni!

23.03 by @celestialmark

ah… this. this is actually pretty old but i make a point to go back to celestialmark’s account every now and then and reading their timestamps. they’re all so beautifully written. like being held in a warm embrace on a cold, rainy day. i love reading all these timestamps and i hope you all love them too!

mark lee x reader; genre: fluff

fuck off by @0x1lovebot

eheheheh this was just such a funny little drabble. i absolutely loved the relationship between minho and the reader. they’re so playful yet you can tell they love each other heheh. the dialogues made me laugh but also feel all smiley and fluttery at the same time.

lee know x fem!reader; genre: fluff

fragile by @decembermoonskz

ahhh this little fic! gosh i really loved reading it. the way my heart dropped at the beginning when the reader finds out her soulmate doesn’t like the idea of soulmates the exact day she met him?? oof. the painnn! but heheh it switches up to fluff so quickly and the whole ending is just… so sweet. it’s not super dramatic and feels somewhat… rooted in reality. idk i just really like this little fic 💛 it made me smile.

bang chan x reader; genre: angst, fluff, soulmate!au

and yeah! that’s the end of the list. there are honestly so many more fics but i scrolled and scrolled and couldn’t find them 😭😭😭 i do apologise if i didn’t mention a particular fic here. these are only the few i remember. not all. there were so many more brilliant fics written that i read throughout the year. and i’m sure there will be more wonderful fics to read in 2022!

make sure to support your fic writers, loves! it helps them grow and keeps them writing amazing works for the rest of us to enjoy 🥰

have a wonderful day everyone! especially the writers tagged in this post. i love and appreciate your work. and think you all are absolutely wonderful and the most incredibly talented little beans! keep writing 💛

with love,

ti 💫

[wheatley-imagine-scenarios]

I just saw this blog, and ooooohhhh my heart my boyyyy whom I loooooove could I pretty PRETTY please ask for but a SMIDGE, a CRUMB, of romantic headcanons for Wheatley and his S/O? Who's not Chell. Don't get me wrong, nothing against the ship, at least for me, I just feel we have enough Chelley and not enough X Reader stuff ^^; Anywho, whether it's just pet names he has for em, fluffy, spicy, go wild ! (Oh, also gender neutral if you could.) Thank you so much for your time !

Of course you can! I'm a sucker for romantic Wheatley headcanons, no matter who he's with. As someone who ships Chelley, i still definitely understand that it often overshadows any X reader ideas, and I'd be glad to give you some gender neutral partner headcanons. Thank you for the ask, let's get right to it!

Wheatley loves his partner and makes sure they know it

He loves any kind of physical touch, from playing with each others' hair, to cuddling, to full-on sex. He just likes to be able to feel his partner next to him in some way, feel their warmth and soft breaths. Especially Android! or Core!Wheatley, as he'd be much more intrigued with how humans and their bodies work and feel.

Big cuddler, always in the mood for a good snuggle

When cuddling, he likes to be big spoon (although not opposed to swapping), He likes to feel like he's protecting them and keeping them safe. He also knows how nice it feels to be in someone's embrace like that from when he was a core and humans (probable his partner included) would wrap their arms around him while they'd sleep or take a rest.

He watches them do ordinary things. Wheatley is an observer of anyone, really, as it fascinates him. But he tends to be much more captivated with his partner's actions. Because of this, he's caught many of their little habits and and routines.

Likes having his hair played with. It's just a really comforting feeling to him

His hugs are everything. He loves hugging his partner to show them how much he cares, embracing them tightly, and almost hesitant to let go. Even though he's not the strongest, they always feel safe and secure in his arms.

He often worries about losing them. He's not possessive or anything, but he's scared of somehow messing up someday and losing what they have. Of course, Wheatley wants them to be happy, but he also can't imagine life without them if they, one day, chose to leave.

Speaking of wanting his partner to be happy, he has a bad habit of forgetting to take care of his own needs and feelings, instead focusing all of his energy on their happiness.

So he sometimes needs to be reminded to take care of himself

Early on in the relationship, he was really shy about showing romantic affection. He'd be worried about making them uncomfortable, but they assure him they're fine.

Wheatley asks for consent. Be like Wheatley.

He now showers them in verbal and physical affection whenever he can, it's really sweet.

Gets excited when his partner comes home from somewhere (work, with friends, etc.). He'll hear the front door open and run out like an excited dog, sometimes stumbling down the stairs, to greet them.

Usually ends in a big hug once he gets there

Wheatley loves spending time with them. Even just being in the same room as his partner is time well spent

That could also have to do with the fact he hates being alone

They probably end up getting a pet, let's be honest

Idk what animal, but whatever it is, they both love it so much. It doesn't take long for Wheatley to get emotionally attached.

A happy family :)

Alright that was fun, thank you for the suggestion! If anyone else has a request/prompt, feel free to send it in as an ask, and I'll respond to it!

[anne-i-write]

sweet love

| who would have known that the local bakery could get sebastian to show his soft spot |

sebastian moran x reader

word count: 3609

tw: sexual implications but no actual spice (mostly from sebastian’s “flirting”)

a/n: a little new years gift from me to all of you! i’m sorry it took so long to get another post up but i enjoyed writing this one! hopefully sebastian isn’t too ooc in this idk ig i just have a thing for making characters ooc but it’s very sweet and possibly tooth rotting. i also realize that i got carried away making this one and now you can read through my brain rot lol. ALSO APPARENTLY HES 6’6 THE MAN COULD ABSOLUTELY PUNT ME WHAT anyhow, i hope you all enjoy!! p.s. if you see grammatical errors and incoherent sentences, i just copy pasted from google docs lmao good luck

Sebastian grumbled under his breath, annoyed with the work that William had him do.

“‘Those who do not work in this house aren’t treated as people.’” Sebastian scoffed as he glanced over at the list. “Louis should be glad I’m on good terms with William.”

The ex-colonel should’ve been back at the estate an hour ago but he felt somewhat spiteful and decided to stay out longer. He had finished everything he needed but he had no clue what to do. It was already lunch and his stomach was silently growling but he refused to face the brothers just yet.

That was until he stopped in front of a quaint bakery with the words Fox’s Biscuits painted on a hanging sign.

“Isn’t this…” He looked at the bakery window, mouthwatering biscuits on display for everyone to see.

“These are the biscuits Father bought for me when I was younger.”

Longing for a sense of his childhood, Sebastian walked into the small shop.

In an instant, the sickly sweet smell of chocolate hit his nose and the bell above the door rang out. It was a small space but one could feel the dedication put into the little treats. “Hello?” Sebastian called out as soon as he realized he had been alone for at least two minutes.

“Just a moment!”

Crashes and clangs could be heard from behind a door that presumably led to a kitchen. You burst through the door, your apron stained with chocolate and your right cheek was covered in a light dust of flour.

Sebastian stared at you with wide eyes, not sure if he should focus on the disorderly ruin that was yourself or the absolute charm that you carried. “You have a little something—” He pointed to his cheek and your cute eyes widened a smidge.

You frantically turned around, swiping at both cheeks and turning around when you felt like you were clean. “How may I help you today?”

Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat when you smiled widely, his cheeks feeling a little flush. He shook his head.

“Those biscuits by the door; how much are they?” You took a step to the side to see which one he was talking about. “Oh, it’s 10 shillings for each one.” You informed him, walking to the stacked treats with a cloth in hand. “How many would you like?”

A sly grin painted Sebastian’s features and he turned to face you. “3 pieces please.” You barely picked up the second biscuit before you felt a presence looming behind you. “Perhaps, I can have you too if I pay extra.” He whispered in your ear.

Heat spread across your face as you quickly shoved the rest of the biscuits in the small bag. You shoved the biscuits his way and held out your other hand expectantly. “Th-That’s 30 shillings!” You cursed the way you stuttered.

Sebastian laughed at your flustered state as he handed you the payment. He shot you a teasing glance.

“I can’t bake very well but I can show you how good I am with my hands.” Your eyes widened again at the implication and you shoved him towards the exit.

“Thank you for coming to our bakery!” You breathed out a sigh of relief. One patron down… only many more to come.

The ex-colonel swung the bag leisurely as he strode into the manor, forgetting about lunch. “Where were you, Sebastian?” Louis asked as soon as he opened the door.

“Getting myself food.”

The bell rang in your little family shop and you smiled, heading out to greet the next customer with freshly baked biscuits in hand.

“Good afternoon–” Your smile dropped when you realized who came into the bakery.

“What’s with the frown, sweetheart?” Sebastian cooed and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Did you not wish I would come back?”

“I wish you never came at all.” The man stilled for a moment but laughed when you walked past him to restock the display case. “You were here yesterday, were you not?” He turned to see you carefully placing the treats on the platter. “Yes but I’m here to buy more of those delicious biscuits you sell.”

Sebastian stalked closer to you just as you spun around to point the tray in his face. “Personal space, please.” He raised his hands in resignation and backed up. You walked back to the counter to place the warm tray on top. “You weren’t complaining yesterday.”

“I didn’t expect yesterday. Now, how many biscuits would you like?” Before he opened his mouth, you continued. “And buy enough so I don’t have to see you again.”

Sebastian laughed again, enjoying your quips. “You seem very spirited today, m’love.” You rolled your eyes. “Either you buy something or you can get out of the shop.” The man walked towards you but you stood your ground this time, arms crossed.

“Your biscuits are delicious but I bet you taste even better.” Your face heated up and Sebastian grinned. “Th-The way out is right behind you.”

Why do I always stutter?

“You’re adorable when you get shy on me.” You shot him a pointed glare and he chuckled. “I’ll have the whole display.” Sebastian thoroughly enjoyed the way your shy attitude appeared when he spoke.

“Th-The whole—” Sebastian chuckled and leaned on a nearby wall. “Yes, sweetheart; the whole case.” Of course, you needed the money but could the man even afford it?

“Th-That’s 100 shillings.” Sebastian took another glance at the display and shook his head. “Come now sweetheart, all of that is at least 600 shillings.” You shook your head.

“600 shillings is too much!” The thought of even getting mad at his previous words flew out of your head as he insisted on paying the full price. “Please, I’ll lower the price.”

Sebastian smiled as he reached into his coat and pulled out a satchel of coins. “It must have taken a painstakingly long time to make all those biscuits, it’s only right I pay you in full.” He placed the bag on the counter and you slid it back towards him. “I don’t have time to count 100 shillings! Please, that would be more than enough.”

This continued on for another ten minutes before he finally got you to settle on paying half of the original price.

“Enjoy your biscuits!” You called out to him just as the door barely closed behind him. Thankfully the door had a large glass pane and he turned around, offering a small wave before walking off.

You watched as he left the front of the shop and your eyes drifted to the empty display case.

“What in God’s name happened.”

Sebastian was aware that the last time he saw you was the other day, but he did comprehend that coming back the day after buying 60 biscuits would look rather odd. Telling Louis he had to run an errand in the town, the ex-colonel set off to your little bakery. Considering how empty it was the last two times he saw you, Sebastian expected it to be the same.

What he didn’t expect was a large crowd that seemed too big to be inside of the bakery.

Sebastian carefully opened the door and was greeted with the bustling sound of people chatting as they waited for their treats. Being the tall man he was, he searched for you in the crowd until he saw you rush out of the kitchen with your hair a complete mess.

“Thank you for being so patient, have a great day!” You said breathlessly and the patron nodded, wishing you well before leaving. They passed by Sebastian and he watched as they left the shop. He turned his attention back to you, who wore the same smile that made his heart stutter as you helped the next customer.

God only knows how long Sebastian was in the shop but the last customer left and you slumped against the counter. “Is that how you hold yourself in front of your patrons?” You groaned and he laughed.

“You bought 60 biscuits the other day and I still have to make the next batch, why are you back?” You glanced up at him and he shrugged. “Can I not wait for the biscuits?” You kept staring at him and he shot you a questioning glance.

“I can give you an estimated time for when the biscuits are done.” You yawned as you stood up and stretched. “I saw you come in a while ago, do you not have anywhere to be?”

Sebastian leaned against the counter and sighed. “Not today.”

Not having the energy to make him leave, you simply walked back into the kitchen and he watched as the door swung behind you.

It had been three minutes since you disappeared behind the doors and Sebastian was about to leave before you emerged from the kitchen. “If you’re staying until I make the next batch, then I want you to try this.” You said as you place down a small plate with two chocolate covered biscuits. “My father doesn’t know about these so I want to see if these taste good.” He took a glance at the plate and looked up at you.

“You couldn’t try them yourselves?” He asked as you stood across from him, arms folded. “I’d be favored to like them because I made them.” A beat of silence passed as you stared at each other.

“They’re not poisoned, if that’s what you’re worried about.” An impressed look crossed Sebastian’s face as he picked up the biscuit and ate it. You watched closely as the man in front of you chewed your creation. “Is that jam and cream?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s indecent.” Sebastian snorted as he took another bite. “You sound like my mum.” You smiled softly as he started to reach for the second one.

“Keep staring like that, I might have to eat something else.” He said as he winked at you.

“Y-You—!”

Sebastian’s visits became routine and each time he came in, your day got a little better. You scoffed. Like you would ever tell him that.

“Darling!” Sebastian called out as he opened the door. “You know, I don’t even know your name and you’ve been coming here for two weeks.” You stated as you cleaned down the counter.

“Aw, you want to put a name to a face so you can moan it tonight?” He cooed and you slammed your towel down, flustered. “O-One day without suggesting those things! I-Is that too much to ask?” Sebastian laughed and you went back to furiously wiping down the counter.

He smiled as he walked towards you and placed his hand on yours. “If you keep scrubbing like that, the wood will wear down.” You sighed and relaxed your grip on the washing cloth. “Your hands are warm.” You said and he chuckled.

“The cloth’s gone cold.” He pointed out and you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t realize.” Sebastian snorted and took the cloth out of your hands. “Here.” He took both of your hands and held them in his, breathing out slowly on them. He looked at you, taking note of the dark circles under your eyes.

If you were working yourself that much, he would make you take this short break to relax.

You looked up at your hands and suddenly felt shy at the intimate contact. “(Y/N),” you muttered, looking away.

Sebastian glanced up at you and huffed softly. “Sebastian.” You continued to let him warm up your hands.

A serene silence fell over the two of you as he exhaled softly on your hands.

That was until your sister barged into the shop, back from the market. “(Y/N)!” All three of you paused as you stared at each other. You watched as your sister’s eyes traveled from yours to your intertwined hands and you instantly flared up.

“I was just handing him biscuits!” You yelped, yanking your hands out of Sebastian’s. You looked at him and nodded your head towards the exit. “Thank you so much for coming!” Sebastian grinned and he leaned in closer to you. “I’ll come back for you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

He knew he said this loud enough for you sister to hear. “Good day!” He smiled innocently, nodding to the girl by the door and walked out.

You watched as he left, not noticing your sister walking up and taking her place next to you. She watched with you as Sebastian walked away and took note of the subtle starry gaze in your eyes.

“Now I understand why you always want to watch the shop.”

You fidgeted as Sebastian walked into the shop once again. What was this? His 40th time at the shop? You shook your head. It didn’t matter.

I will ask him!

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?” Even through the teasing tone, you could hear some worry and you just decided to spit it out.

“Would you like to accompany me to the moorish dance tonight?” Sebastian’s eyes widened as you stared up at him with unintentionally large eyes. The man knew he had a persona to hold in front of you but felt himself failing as he struggled to fight the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Only if you’ll accompany me to my bed tonight.” He watched as your eyes narrowed and you puffed out your chest, crossing your arms. “Forget I asked.” He laughed as you turned away from him. “I’m just playing around!” You stuck your tongue out childishly and turned away again.

“You’re pouting!”

“No I’m not!”

You two continued to bicker until he apologized, albeit through laughs. “I’m serious though, Sebastian.” He looked at you with a fond smile and he exhaled.

“I’d be honored.” You turned to face him with the same smile you used when you first greeted him, except this time it was wider and you looked like you were about to bounce over the counter. “But I really thought I would be the first to ask you.”

“Let customs lay themselves to rest for a bit, Sebastian.”

The dance was some time later at night so you decided to close shop early and walk around the town with Sebastian.

He had never seen you so talkative before and it was very interesting to see you speak without having to put him in his place every five minutes.

“So, do you and your sister run the bakery by yourselves?” Sebastian asked as you walked down the bustling road. “Lately. My father had been overworking himself so my sister and I decided to take over for him.” You smiled as a girl ran past your legs, her little brother following shortly after.

He watched on with a fond look as you continued talking about the bakery and all the baking mishaps that made you the person you were today. “That sounds like it requires a lot of effort.” You chuckled as you reached a secluded tree, not too far from the town but enough to be alone.

“It does, but the son of my father’s friend likes to help from time to time.” The sound of a possible competitor peaked his interest and sat down beside you on the grass. “The son of your father’s friend?” You nodded as you stared at the town and leaned on the tree.

“He’s a wonderful boy, very enthusiastic about helping me and my sister.” You turned to face him with an excited expression. “Oh, I’ll introduce you at the dance later! He’s helping the men set up but we should be able to see him!” The alpha male in Sebastian refused to let himself lose the one good thing he could possibly have in his life.

“You hid the whole jar?”

“Mrs. Pettor makes the best jams! I wasn’t going to let my family finish it!” Sebastian laughed as you defended yourself.

It was almost time for the dance and you both were walking to the town center.

“I’ve been talking all this time.” You realized and you turned to Sebastian. “Tell me more about—” You cut yourself off with a squeak as you were lifted off of your feet.

Sebastian watched as a blonde boy swung you around. “A-Alexander!” The boy put you down, a grin on his face.

The blond boy looked at you and you smiled back before Sebastian cleared his throat. “Oh, right!” You turned to face Sebastian and grinned. “Alexander, this is Sebastian! Sebastian, Alexander!” The shorter man held out his hand, blue eyes instantly hardening.

“Hello Sebastian,” Alexander said as Sebastian shook his hand. “Alexander.” You looked between the two and felt a tense aura emanating from them before you clapped your hands.

“Shall we go to the dance?” Alexander let go of Sebastian’s hand and immediately faced you. “Of course!” The blond grabbed your hand and you were barely able to get ahold of Sebastian’s before Alexander took off running.

Cheers and music filled the air and the sound of shoes hitting stone echoed throughout the streets. Despite knowing most of the faces, you spent most of your time talking with Sebastian about stories from each of your lives.

“(Y/N)!” You turned your head and saw Alexander heading towards you, out of breath and sweaty from dancing. You excused yourself from the conversation and Alexander stopped in front of you. “I never did thank you for working more than you should have these last few days.” You laughed as you waved him off. “It’s nothing you should thank me for, Alexander. My sister helped so it wasn’t all bad.”

Alexander took a glance at Sebastian, who had been mobbed by most of the town women and looked like he was trying to hold his own. “Would you like to dance?” His question caught you off guard. “I invited Sebastian, I couldn’t leave him…” You turned to see a group of girls crowding around the man and your smile faltered. “One dance wouldn’t hurt.”

“Sebastian!” He looked up from the group of girls and saw you waving. He was about to move until he saw your hand in Alexander’s. “I’m going to dance for a bit!” You laughed as Alexander pulled you to the dance area. Alexander chuckled at you as you told Sebastian of your whereabouts. At least you had the decency to tell him you were dancing with another man.

“So how’d you meet Sebastian?” Alexander asked as you danced to the music. “He came into the shop one day and just kept visiting!” You smiled and the boy in front of you exhaled softly, deciding to drop the topic and talk to your sister about it later.

The former colonel no longer focused on the girls in front of him as he watched you laugh hard at something Alexander said and his heart beat faster in his chest. Out of jealousy or awe, he couldn’t tell. But the way your eyes shone under the golden glow of the street lamps told him to move and get you.

He pushed his way through the crowd of ladies and kept his eyes trained on your carefree figure. Your skin looked so beautiful under this light, maybe you were the one who lit up the town. Your smile alone had enough energy to do so anyway.

“May I have a dance with (Y/N)?” Sebastian asked as he reached you and Alexander. The blond man smiled and your eyes sparkled in delight. “Of course.” Alexander gently let go of your hand and placed it in Sebastian’s.

“Thank you Alexander!” You called out and he turned around, sending you a soft smile and a small wave before walking towards your sister.

You turned your gaze back to Sebastian and you grinned. “Did you get jealous?” Sebastian scoffed before shaking his head. “I don’t get jealous.” You laughed as you felt Sebastian pull you closer. “I saw you looking at Alexander like he was going to steal me away.” You pointed out with a smug smile.

“He did steal you away.” You grinned at him.

“You’re pouting.”

“N-No I’m not!” You laughed and watched as the tips of his ears turned pink. “Aw, you’re adorable when you get shy on me!” You cooed, using the exact same words he said to you a while back.

“You—” He picked you up by the waist and you squealed as he lifted you up. “You think you’re so smart.” He muttered as he placed you back down and you looked up at him, your skin shining from sweat and short breaths leaving your lips.

He instantly leaned in, placing a short kiss on your lips and your eyes widened before trying to chase him before he pulled away. “You do taste better than your biscuits.” You buried your head in Sebastian’s chest in embarrassment and he laughed as he started to lead the dance once more.

“Because of that, I’m charging you the rest of the 60 biscuits you bought.” Sebastian feigned hurt. “But that’s too much!” You rolled your eyes and smiled up at him. “I’m sure if you don’t want to pay, Louis can help me find something for you to do to pay me back.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed and you giggled at the sour look on his face. “I’m sure you can help around the shop to pay them off, if you don’t want Louis to get involved.” His eyes softened before gently grabbing your hand and placing a chaste kiss to it.

“If it means I get to see you everyday, it will have been worth it.”

tags: @zoehanji @infinitebells

[rodr1cks]

i was lookin thru that prompt list, and i wanted to know if you could write sumn for 82 (i think?), 98, and 100 .. where greg and holly (i just watched the movie last night and i feel like im already forgetting her name) kinda like go out to the skating rink on some middle school date thing and rodrick and reader have to be there for supervision ?? idk, thats just what i thought up lol, you can make changes to it if u want :D

here we are my love! i hope u like<3

no content warnings: pure fluff with a smidge of angst

“Holy shit, Rodrick!” You gaped at the grandiose estate that towered over Rodrick’s van. “Greg are you dating a royal?” You craned your neck back so you could see the blushing boy sitting in the back.

“Guys just be cool okay, don’t embarrass me tonight.”

“Aye, aye, little captain,” you saluted in Greg’s direction.

Then a young girl with shiny, golden hair was skipping towards the van. She was clad in a pink polka-dotted dress and black high top converse.

“So unfair! I did not look like that at age twelve!” You exclaimed, only half joking. She climbed into the van, seemingly unphased by the unruly state of the backseat. She beamed at you and Rodrick, introducing yourself.

The ride there, Greg and Holly entertained themselves, giggling and smiling the whole way. You were honestly proud of Greg.

Rodrick executed a shitty parking job and the four of you entered Rocket Rollers. Greg was surely having flashbacks to Frank carrying him off of the rink full of his peers, including Holly Hills.

The place smelled like stale pizza and socks and neon lights danced on the walls around you. You were hit with an intense wave of nostalgia as memories of your adolescence flooded back to you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Remember when you took me here, Rodrick?”

Warm memories filled his head as they did yours just moments ago.

“Of course I do, I remember practicing how to ask you out in front of my mirror,” He admitted, chuckling under his breath.

“Really?” You found it hard to believe that Rodrick, Westmore Middle’s resident bad boy, had a hard time asking you out.

Greg and Holly were long gone, having already found their way onto the rink. Holly was assisting Greg to the best of her ability, though it seemed she had resorted to dragging the poor boy along the slick wood.

You smiled faintly at the sight. They reminded you of yourself and Rodrick oh so many years ago.

The neon lights faded to a soft blue. The music slowed and softened a bit as a voice came over the speakers.

“Alright fellas, grab your favorite gal and get ready for our first slow song of the night!”

You turned to face Rodrick, “C’mon R, we gotta! Let’s enjoy our little double date!”

“It’s hardly a double date,” he motioned at Holly and Greg, “We’re clearly just third and fourth wheeling.” He might’ve been right. The two youths were holding hands and skating along to the mellow music.

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure to be dramatic about it. “We’re going,” you said definitively. You grabbed his wrist and yanked him along to the skates counter. You also pretended you didn’t see Rodrick’s smile from the corner of your eye.

You both hastily tied your skates and headed to the rink. Both of you were roller skate veterans, having obtained plenty of skill from your middle school careers.

Cool air passed over your face as the two of you glided across the floor, reminiscing happily. You expected Rodrick to have sarcastic remarks lined up and ready to fire, but only silence came from the messy haired boy.

His brows were furrowed and his hand was growing clammy within your own.

What is he thinking about?

You tried to brush it off but your mind was racing, you were assuming the worst.

“Y/n, I-I, uhm,” he stuttered.

Oh god is he breaking up with me? Right now?

“W-wanna get milkshakes after this?” He finished.

Was he kidding, all that tension just to propose a milkshake run?

“Oh, uh, sure, Rodrick,” you were more than confused with his suddenly pensive attitude. His stature was rigid and his deep brown eyes were focused elsewhere.

Anxiety buzzed in the pit of your stomach. You were driving yourself crazy trying to think of what he was actually going to say. Rodrick’s mood had switched so abruptly, you had zero time to process the situation.

The ride to the drive-in was uncomfortable. Rodrick was fidgeting in the driver’s seat, still not speaking.

Greg and Holly were sitting a few yards away on a wooden picnic bench. You could practically smell the budding romance from your spot in the back of the van.

Rodrick had opened up the double doors in the back and laid out a blanket so the both of you could sit somewhat comfortably. You sat with your feet dangling from the van, barely grazing the grass below you.

Mindlessly, you prodded at your shake and ignored the slight chill that bit at your bare arms.

Rodrick noticed your slight shivers and draped his jacket around your shoulders. The mixed signals you were receiving from the boy muddled your mind even further.

“Rodrick?”

“Hm?”

“I feel like there’s something you wanted to say to me earlier.”

“Oh, y/n-“

You cut him off with your blabbering, “Because if you wanna break up with me please just do it okay, because I can’t just sit here and-“

He stiffened and grappled at your shoulders. “Baby, why in the world would I do that?”

“Well you got really quiet and kinda closed off I just thought… y’know.”

Rodricked sighed, and you swore you could see a tinge of pink creep over his cheeks.

“Y/n, I-I was trying to tell you I love you without stuttering for the first time.”

Your jaw fell open as you realized your detrimental mistake.

“But we can both see that failed,” He said, sounding utterly dejected.

“Oh, Rodrick,” you cooed. You slid closer to him, resting your head on his chest. His features relaxed and worry fled from your mind. Rodrick’s hand came up to smooth down your hair gently. He placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“I love you, y/n.”

“Look at that,” you grinned. “You did it.”

You allowed yourself to go completely pliant in his embrace, staring up at the twinkling night sky.

“What do you say we get these delinquents home, yeah?”

also i did not proof read this bye