#chef's kiss i love an amazing prompt

[ghost-bxrd]

Ok first of all: I loved every single thing about this. Literally. It’s the best premise for this trope and I was just making weird velociraptor noises while reading the whole time 😩💚

Second of all: I’d like to ask formal permission to include this in the fic I’m planning on making this prompt, with proper credit of course. no pressure obviously! If you’re not comfortable with that or if you’re planning on writing more for this yourself feel free to tell me off 💚✨

And I noticed in the tags you said this was your first time writing for this fandom and??? It literally turned out phenomenal???? I LOVED the part where Jason calls from Tim’s civilian phone. It’s a perfect setup for Bruce begging for his children to stay unhurt because evidently Hood somehow got a hold of Tim’s phone so the next best conclusion would be that Tim is also being held hostage somewhere and it’s just SO. GOOD.

And Bruce being caught absolutely blindsided at WE? Love it. If it was any other situation he could have probably wheedled himself out of it but like this? He wasn’t expecting anything exciting to happen, and by the time the bomb went off it was much too late.

Seriously, this was so good and I feel like a little kid bouncing on the tips of my toes because now I need more grrrr 😩💚💚💚💚💚

Prompt:

Instead of Dick or Tim, Red Hood straight up goes for kidnapping Bruce Wayne and keeping him hostage just to see how desperate the birds get in trying to find him.

It’s a foolproof plan. Batman won’t blow his cover unless absolutely necessary, and “Brucie” would never know how to slip away from a crime lord of Red Hood’s caliber. It’s foolproof. It’s perfect. Jason can keep dropping hints and make threats towards the birds and watch Bruce squirm without consequences if he plays this right.

But then “Brucie” keeps begging him not to hurt his kids…

[signedkoko]

Hi, hello, hey!! I just saw your Mammon x reader who calls him husband sometime and I loved it so much just- chefs kiss! If your willing, maybe a Vox x reader like that?

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which you refer to Vox as your husband, despite the fact that you aren't married. Genderneutral reader.

It was your 7th anniversary, and as per he had planned out a lovely evening for the both of you

He made you breakfast in bed (one for himself too, so you could hang out)

Then you went out for brunch

A 4-hour couple spa retreat

And then he had a stylist ready to pamper you and prepare you for dinner

It was never a simple evening if it was anything important to you, Vox treated you like you'd been married your whole life

He never leaves the honeymoon phase

But at the same time, he's so distracted with the company and how well everything is going that he doesn't really think about change

Change is good, so long as it's for the better, but that's business talk!

The only change he concerns himself with when it comes to you is you being hurt or leaving him

If he can wake up every day by your side to you happy and healthy, then there's nothing to change

Vox gets to the restaurant before you just to make sure everything is perfect

Candles, a fresh bundle of flowers he bought right before, and a spritz of the cologne he knows you adore

When you looked around to find him and he waved you over, you dismissed yourself from the host

" Oh! I see my husband right over there. Thank you! "

As far as he was, he heard every little word

A snap of electricity sparks between his antennae

As you approach him, he is internally saving the audio and replaying it over and over in his head

' Oh! I see my husband—my husband—my husband—my husband— '

" Hell to Vox? "

The audio is turned down, but he's still replaying it as he snaps back to reality, a large grin on his illuminated screen

" Shit! Yeah. Hey, babe, you look amazing! "

Amazing was an understatement, but he was so flustered that you had almost caught him in his embarassing love-sick ways that he couldn't get his charm back on fast enough

Your favourite wine is poured fresh out of the bottle into a chilled glass by his twitching hand, but you're so long in conversation that you don't notice how shaky he is

Internally, he's already browsing for rings and setting up appointments with wedding planners

It's almost as if he just heard you say, 'I do', and there's no braking on this high-speed chase now

Author's Note - I really loved this prompt on Mammon, and it suits Vox a lot too! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope its met your expectations!

[lilacgaby]

My whole eyes bubbling in tears from the fic *sobs* HE DESERVED THAT HE REALLY NEEDS THAT 💓💟💓❣💓💟💓💓❣💓💟💟💓😭😭😭😭😭TYSM

Tbh I watched a japanese wedding vlog but its diversity and its amazing heres the link 💗 the inspiration is just chef kiss* : video

title: the first day of the rest of our lives

pairing: fiance->husband!megumi x fiance->wife!reader

summary: you have a japanese-themed wedding with megumi.

note:tysmm for the prompt i love writing domestic things especially with megumi (╥_╥)also this video was soooo adorable omg.. i had to write something for our king <3

the day started with you two hand-in-hand walking down the streets to the train station, your luggage's rolling behind you.

he had a convinence store cream cake in one hand, and you had yours as you hurried around, nervous yet excited for what was to happen later. the morning dew and blooming flowers the only witness to the anxious affection you shared.

you arrived early to the wedding styling boutique, snapping a quick selfie of megumi before going off to do get your makeup and hair done. a gorgeous pristine white flower clip is laid in your hair. you looked breathtaking.

megumi chose to go simple, a traditional black kimono adorned him as he admired himself in the mirror.

you wore a wedding kimono, a seamstress behind helping you put on the multiple layers of clothes, finished off with pink accents. a white veil was put over your face, no others except for megumi were to see you until the end of the ceremony.

megumi thought you looked gorgeous, his heart thumping erratically as he looked over you. he helped you in the car as you two were taken to the venue.

you arrived at the shrine, taking gorgeous photos of yourself and megumi, paying respects to the most sacred place inside.

you underwent the marriage rituals, uniting your families, reciting your vows to the gods, and giving offerings to them.

you exchanged your rings, a stupid smile on megumi's face as you did so.

you witnessed and partook in the ancient dances and music, it served as another offering to the gods.

finally, you were able to have a lunch with megumi and his found family. enjoying a once in a lifetime meal that filled you, not only hunger wise but also emotionally.

megumi took you to an expensive hotel, just the two of you. you had your own private onsen, drinks and snack provided as you spent your first night as newlyweds admiring the view (of megumi).

you woke up with megumi, entangled together in the large bed layered with silk sheets. his hair was messier than usual, his eyes still closed as the morning light shined through to greet you.

the knock at the door startled him awake, you went to open it and accept the grand breakfast with gratitude.

you ate your first huge breakfast together, megumi still grumpy from sleep.

you spread whipped cream on his nose, making him scrunch his face up in mock annoyance. as your laughs ringed across the room, he was happy to know that these great days were what would fill the rest of his life.

[alotofpockets]

Missed calls | Alessia Russo

Pairing: Alessia Russo x Reader

Prompts: "Please don't hang up." & "You love me?"

Warnings: Injury, broken ankle, surgery, and use of pain medication.

A/n: I have no clue if the medical stuff is right, just go with it haha

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2.5k

If there was one thing you knew for sure, it’s that your best friend is not a morning person. She prefers to sleep the day away, which isn’t always possible with her job. “Less, come on. It’s match day, you’ve got to get up.” A grunt came from the other side of the door, “Fine, I’ll get up.” You smile at her grumpiness combined with her raspy morning voice, before heading back to the kitchen where you got her favorite match day breakfast ready for her, along with a big mug of coffee. 

With your own mug in hand you sit back down, going over the notes for your meeting later. You are so focussed on your notes that you don’t hear Alessia walk into the kitchen until she sits down next to you. “You really didn’t have to do all this for me, I know you have a busy day of your own.” Alessia sits down at the other side of the table. You lift your eyes from your notes and are met with her already shoving the food into her mouth. “I know I don’t have to but I wanted to, and you were clearly hungry.” You nod your head at the already half empty plate. “What can I say, you make the best match day breakfast.” She says accompanied with a chef’s kiss. 

Alessia cleans up the kitchen, as you go over your notes one last time. You were presenting the finalization of your project to one of your biggest clients, since you were the lead on the project, you would do most of the talking. The clients were flying in from out of the country, hence the reason your boss had allowed the meeting to take place on a Sunday. Your Sunday’s are usually reserved for watching Alessia play, so you would sadly have to miss today’s match.

“You are going to crush that meeting.” Alessia says, once she’s put all the dishes away. “I don’t know, what if I screw up.” She shakes her head in response, “You’ve led this project for months, you know all the ins and outs. Plus you have an amazing team behind you, they’ll help out wherever necessary.” You smile, “Thanks Less, you’re right.”

You’re both leaving home at the same time, Leah already waiting on the curb to pick up Alessia. You wave at her, before hugging Alessia, “Have a good game, Less.” She hugs you back for a little longer, “Thank you. Good luck with your meeting, you’ve got this.” Alessia walks to Leah’s car, while you make your way over to your car, before you get in you turn to Alessia. “Hey Less.” You yell her way once she opens the car door, she turns around to look at you. “Give 'em hell out there.” She smiles, “You too!” 

Leah immediately teases Alessia, “So, when are you going to ask them out?” She rolls her eyes at her teammate, “We’re just friends Leah, please drop this.” Alessia knew that the teasing wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, just maybe this car ride could go without some.

You arrive at your office with coffee and tea for your team, who all made it in on a Sunday. Together you go over your presentation once more, before settling on some light conversation to settle your nerves. You excused yourself to set up the meeting room, wanting a moment to yourself before the clients arrived. Everything was ready to go when you heard a knock on the conference room door, you looked up to see your boss in the door frame. “They’re downstairs, are you ready?” You let her know that you are and get your team. 

The conference room was quickly filled with people, everyone shaking hands. “Thank you everyone for making the trip over for this meeting. I would like to start by summarizing the project, and then go into more details. Does that sound good for everyone?” You were met with a couple of yes’s and encouraging smiles all around the table. The moment you started talking about the project you were so proud of, all the nerves seemed to fade away. 

About twenty minutes into the meeting your smart watch notifies you of a call coming through, without watching your watch you press the call away. The soft buzzing continues a couple times after, you’re starting to get worried but you have big responsibilities at the moment, so you try your best to not show it and press the call away again. Another few calls came in and the rest of the conference room was starting to notice your brow furrow while you continued talking. The client speaks up, “It’s okay if you need to get that, it sounds urgent. Shall we take a five minute break?” You look over to your boss who nods, giving you the go ahead. “Thank you, Sir.” You direct towards your client, before grabbing your phone and walking out of the room. 

Six missed calls from Alessia and four from Leah. This can’t be good, you think before dialing Alessia’s number, your stomach drops when she doesn’t answer. You try Leah next, she answers almost immediately. “Hey, Y/n, sorry I know you had work today.” You’re too worried to listen to her properly, “Leah, what’s going on?” Wanting to get straight to the point, as you start pacing the hallway. “I’m at the hospital with Alessia, she broke her ankle and needs surgery. She won’t go under until she sees you though, is there any way you can-” Leah gets interrupted, “Yes, mate, I’m talking to Y/n right now, give me one moment.” You hear her say to a whiny Alessia. “Sorry, Alessia is trying to take the phone from me. Ehm what was I saying? Oh yeah, if you’re able to, can you please come to the hospital?” 

You looked over to the conference room, signaling for your boss. “Give me one second, I’ll call you right back.” You tell Leah. Your boss closes the door behind her and walks your way, “Is everything okay?” You shake your head in frustration, wanting to be there for Alessia but also not wanting to be professional and continue the meeting. “Alessia, my best friend, was just admitted to the hospital and needs surgery.” Before you can explain the rest of your situation she interrupts you. “Okay, then you need to go to the hospital and be there for her.” Your boss nudges you back into the conference room. “Y/n needs to leave, there’s been a family emergency.” She informs the clients. “Yes, I am sorry to leave like this but you are in excellent hands.” You look around your team. You hand your notes to one of your coworkers, “Here are my notes, you’re in charge. Text me if you need anything, but I believe in you all.” 

With your laptop in hand, you walk to your desk quickly. You call Leah back like you promised. “Hey, tell Less that I’m on my way.” You hear Leah tell your best friend, you hear a faint, “Give me the phone.” before you hear Leah’s voice again, “Lessi wants to talk to you, I’m going to hand the phone over. Keep in mind that she’s pretty drugged up right now.” She warns you. 

“Y/n,” Alessia whines on the other end of the line. “are you almost here?” Like Leah warned you, you could hear in the way Alessia was slurring her words that she had a lot of pain medications, which meant that she was in a lot of pain. “Hi Lessi, I’m just getting in my car but I’ll be there soon, okay?” Alessia gasps, “What’s wrong?” You’re instantly worried again. “Please don't hang up, I need you." You release the breath you were holding, “I’m not going anywhere.” You continue talking to her, “How are you feeling, Stargirl?” You loved teasing her with the nickname, since she wasn’t a fan of it, secretly she loved when you used it though. “Hmm I told you not to call me that. It hurts but the medicine is helping.” You smile at her response to the nickname. “Why don’t you just get your surgery done, sweetheart? I’ll be there when you get out.” 

Alessia had the phone on speaker, so Leah was listening along. She shakes her head with a knowing smile when she hears you call her sweetheart, and the blush on Alessia’s cheeks gives her even more proof that her teammate was head over heels for you. “Because I need to see you before surgery?” You furrow your brow, “Why is that?” The drugged up girl starts rambling and slurring over her words in the process but from what you are able to catch, she’s saying that she needs to see you before in case she doesn’t wake up. “Oh Lessi, baby, it’s ankle surgery. It is ankle surgery, I think you’re going to be fine when it comes to that.” Alessia starts shaking her head, not that you could see it of course, “Still, I want to see you before.” You give up on trying to convince her, “Okay, I will be there in just ten minutes. What room are you in?” Leah is the one to answer that question.

It isn’t until you knock on her hospital room, and make eye contact with her, that you hang up the phone. You’re by her side in just a few steps, taking her face in your hands before bringing her in for a hug. Leah said a quick hello before she went to get a nurse, clearly done with Alessia’s stubbornness and wanting to get her to her surgery. Alessia starts sobbing in your arms, you stroke her back, “It’s all going to be okay, I’ve got you.” You manage to calm her down before Leah arrives back with the nurse, who’s ready to take Alessia to the operating room. Alessia reaches out for your hand, with a worried look in her eyes. You give her hand a quick squeeze and place a kiss on her cheek. “You’ll be alright. I will be right here when you get back.” You assured her. 

You keep checking your phone for any updates from work. “Everything alright?” Leah asks when she notices. “Yeah, it’s fine. I just had to walk out of a pretty important meeting to get here, so I am awaiting a text from my boss or one of my coworkers updating me on it.” Leah sends an apologetic look your way, “I’m sorry I called you out of there, I hope you won’t get in any trouble over it.” You think back on how adamant your boss was on you leaving, “Oh, no, don’t worry about that. My boss practically told me to go to the hospital right away.” 

Back when you started at UNC you didn’t know anyone, seeing as you moved continents to go to your dream college. Within your first week there you met Alessia, you bonded instantly after realizing you grew up only a few blocks away from each other. After college you both moved back to the UK, finding a place together in London. Ever since, you’ve had soccer all around you, Alessia often having some teammates over. You didn’t mind one bit though, her friends were yours, and visa versa. That’s also how you met Leah a few years ago, when she and Alessia started playing for England together. So, it was nice catching up with Leah while awaiting Alessia’s return. 

It doesn’t take too long for Alessia to get back from surgery. The three of you spend time in the hospital room together. Alessia was coming down from the high dose of pain medication, feeling a lot more like herself, though still rather upset that she would be out for a couple months. Your phone rings, and your watch displays your boss her name, “Sorry, I have to take this real quick.” You say as you excuse yourself from the room. Your boss called to let you know that the meeting went great, and that the client was very impressed with the work you and the team delivered. Of course, she also asked how things were with Alessia, to which you responded that her surgery went well and that you were waiting until she would be discharged. 

“Update on the meeting?” Leah asks when you walk back in the room. “Yeah, she said it went well, and that the client was happy, so that’s a big relief.” Alessia looks between the two of you with a furrowed brow. “You left before the meeting was over?” You nod, “You needed me, Less, of course I did.” She stayed quiet for a moment, letting your response settle in. “You must really love me, to miss the biggest meeting of your career.” She finally says. You smile at her before sitting down, “I do.” You say under your breath, not intending for anyone to hear it. Alessia did hear you though, she quickly looks over to Leah to see if she actually heard it or if she was just imagining it. Leah looks back at her with a smirk on her face, which is enough for Alessia to realize you had actually said it. "You love me?"

Your eyes shoot up to her nervously, the nerves leaving as soon as you see the shine in her eyes, and the smile on her face. “Of course I love you, Less. I have loved you for a long time.” Her smile grows impossibly bigger, “I have loved you for a long time as well.” Alessia sends Leah a look, which she understands instantly. “Yeah, I’ve got to go check on something. I will be back.” The defender says, before quickly making her way out of the room. You take it as your queue to sit down on the bed with Alessia, going in for a hug instantly. “Couldn’t have told me that years ago, Russo?” You joke. “Hey, you could’ve done it yourself.” You laugh with each other, before Alessia leans in to kiss you. It was soft and sweet, it was everything you had hoped it would be. 

When Leah comes back in and sees you cuddled up together on the bed, she mumbles a ‘finally’ under her breath, before waving some papers in the air. “I just signed your discharge papers, let’s get you out of here.” You first drop off Leah at her home, and then continue your drive home with Alessia. The girl was extra clingy that evening, which you absolutely adored. 

The next couple of weeks you often find yourself in the car with Alessia, driving her to her physio appointments. You had been working from home most days since her injury, grateful that you were able to do so. Being able to take care of your girlfriend was very important to you, and of course Alessia loved having you home so much.

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[fictionlovingnerdgirl]

Hey so can I have a scenario with Kurt wager where he’s just like “I miss those German Christmas cookies”. He hasn’t been able to go back to Germany for a year and he’s missing the traditional German Christmas food he’s probably used too. His chef s/o (they’re not a chef, but they’re amazing at making food) is like “Yea?” And leaves the conversation at that. Days later, He is used to his s/o making food in the kitchen. He sometimes has his go. Then suddenly hiss /o sits down while it’s in the oven, “Hey so, some of those German Christmas hedgehog cookies are in the kitchen cooking right now”?

Christmas Miracle

A/n: THANK YOU!! I love Christmas and I love Kurt Wagner.. I might have made this more Christmas focused, but I definitely still went with ur prompt.. I just.. added to it a bit. Also gender neutral reader again!!

Warnings: None

Paring: Kurt Wagner X Neutral!Reader

German word guide:

Meine Liebe = My Love

Schatz = Darling

Geliebten = Beloved

Ich liebe dich = I Love You

Danke = Thank You

Kurt was overly enthusiastic for Christmas, I mean, it was your first one together. His tail snakes around your leg as he tells you about your plans together.

"We will go to see the lights, and watch movies together!" His eyes close and he smiles, "Meine Liebe, do you like Christmas?" He tilts his head and his eyes are almost sparkling. You smile back at him and hum a 'mhm' noise, "I love Christmas, do you miss Christmas in Germany?"

He nods, "when I lived in Germany, we had these little cookies, they looked like hedgehogs! I miss them very much." He sighs and grabs your hand, "but I do love it here with you, Schatz." You can almost see the love in his eyes, running your thumb over the top of his hand as you smile.

"I know, Kurt. I love you too." His face turns slightly purple, "you're coming over tomorrow to set up the tree right?"

He nods and his tail unwraps itself from your leg, now whipping around like a playful cat.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, geliebten." He gets up with you and kisses you softly on your cheek before saying goodbye, as you head towards your room and he goes the other way.

Baking German "hedgehog" cookies won't be that hard, right?

It was almost 6 pm, Kurt would be showing up soon, and the cookies were almost done. You knew it was special to him, that he would love you even more after. (if that was even possible)

But still, you were a bit nervous to get them just right. Kurt was... Important. More important than anyone else in the world, and that meant a lot.

A sudden bamf noise makes you jump, you then roll your eyes and hear a knock at the door, "come in, Kurt! I know it's you!" You smile and look behind you, Kurt opening the door with a wide grin and a carefully wrapped box.

You walk over to him and sigh, "Kurt, what is this?" He harrows his eyes and makes a humming sound, "it is a present, Schatz. For under the tree." He almost looks proud of himself. Cute.

You smile and kiss him on the forehead, bringing your hand up to his head and tilting it down so you can reach. "I have a present for you too." You say, hands still on his face as you look at him and smile.

"for me Meine Liebe?" He tilts his head and puts your present down on the table by his side, looking up at you with adoration and intrigue.

"remember those German hedgehog cookies you mentioned?" You say walking towards the oven with an oven mit, Kurt gasps and teleports with a bamf over to your side, watching you open the oven as you pull out the cookies.

They're perfectly cooked and look exactly like the recipe said they would, and exactly like Kurt remembered.

"Meine Schatz.." he says softly, looking up at you "you are an angel, Ich liebe dich.." he purrs and his face is glowing, but he also looks like he's going to cry, all at the same time.

"It was really nothing, I knew you missed them and what kind of partner would I be if I didn't try?" Dishing them out on a plate, and handing it to the blue demon. But he's still looking at you, his eyes full of love. "Ich liebe dich," he takes your hand and kisses it, sighing "how did I get so lucky?" He hums.

You smile at his comment, he really did know just what to say to make you fall in love with him all over again. "I love you too, Kurt." You push the plate to him "tell me if it's good, I worked hard." You say, knowing it will get him to snap back to reality and eat it.

He nods and grabs one of the little cookies, taking a bite and tilting his head as he tastes it, before his tail starts whipping around like it did earlier. His grin wide, "it is perfect! Just how I remember, thank you Danke.." he purrs and eats the rest you dished out to him.

It was now time to put up the tree, pulling ornaments and strings of lights out of the box, looking up at him, you sigh. It was all gonna work out, the pain you felt years, or even months ago, was gone.

It never lasts forever, not with him here, and that was enough for you.

[kdogreads]

Waiting in line to pick up my nephew from pre-school and thinking about picking up the kids from school with Carmy

We exist in the amazing @thebearer ‘s universe ok 😍🫶

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He is usually at work so you pick up the girls by yourself. It’s no big deal, of course, but their first question is always, “Is daddy home yet?”

You try to let them down easily everyday with a gentle, “No, but he will be soon,” and a promise to stop at Starbucks on the way home.

Today was a special day, though. It’s the day before Halloween, the crisp fall air swirls around your mom SUV (You told Carmen absolutely not to a minivan) when you pull into the pick up line and roll the windows down. And Carm had somehow managed to take the afternoon off.

The girls were so excited to wear their costumes to school this morning. Teddy dressed up as a magical-fairy-princess-slash-mini-Michael-Myers and Willow is a chef, just like her Daddy.

It was only a few minutes of chatting with Carm about the restaurant and what you needed from the grocery this weekend before the school bell rang, signaling the girls would be running out any minute. Carmen ducked down in the driver’s seat as much as he could while you got out of the car like normal.

Both girls came running towards you with some kind of Halloween craft and a small bag of candy, already squealing and excitedly regaling their spooky party and what all of their friends wore.

“Okay, okay! Let’s get home so we can make dinner for Daddy,” You prompted hoping they would start climbing into the car.

Both girls popped open their doors and slung their backpacks in. You had to look away to hide your smirk as the big reveal was about to happen.

“Katie had on the biggest princess dress I’ve ever seen, Mama, and James was a Power Ranger and— Daddy?” Teddy squealed with joy and caught Willow’s attention who also started giggling uncontrollably.

“Hi my babies! How was sch—uugh,” Carmen started but was met with an elbow to the ribs as the girls started climbing over each other to get in the front seat and hug him first.

A chorus of giggles and kisses filled the air and your heart. You ducked your head a bit in embarrassment when someone’s knee bumped into the car’s horn, but the smiles in the cars nearest to you melted away your worries. It seems the parents and teachers nearby thought the sweet reunion was just as precious as you did.

“Mama! Did you know Daddy was in here?” Willow questions you with a hand on her hip. Boy were you in trouble when she got a little older and a little sassier.

“Alright, alright, girls. Get in your seats, yeah? We have a surprise for you at home,” Carmen finally put an end to the adorable cuddle puddle happening in front of you.

“A surprise?” Both girls squealed as they climbed back into their own spots. Carmen simply wiggled his eyebrows in the rearview mirror as giggles filled the car yet again.

You could feel the buzz in the air as they excitedly discussed what it could be. You piped up only once with a solid, “Nope,” when someone said something about a puppy.

You spent the evening carving pumpkins Carmen and you had picked out earlier that day and drinking warm apple cider that had been steeping on the stove all day.

It was a simple fall activity day, but it filled your heart to the very brim with love for your perfect little family.

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A/N: I could die I love them 😭😭 thank you again to my idol for creating such an in-depth universe for us to live in our delulus 🫶❤️

[seonghwaddict]

music to my ears — choi san PART THREE OF LILO'S 600 FOLLOWER EVENT

requested by anon. “congrats on 600 lovely !! <3 fluff list 2: “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” & smut list 4: ❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜ with san would be 🫠🫠” lilo’s notes. thank you for the request anon!! i agree this is an absolutely amazing request and the prompts are just *chefs kiss*. that being said, i had to change them very slightly (like one or two words) just to fit the scenario a bit, i hope you don’t mind. <33

prompts. “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” ; “i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do.” pairing. choi san x fem!reader

warnings. smut below the cut, minors please dni, soft dom!san, soft sex, body worship, fuckbuddy!san, minimal dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this irl), nicknames (baby, love), slight overstimulation, aftercare, a lot of softness. wc. 1.7k.

he was supposed to be a one night stand, a stranger you’d have some fun with and then forget about later.

what he was not supposed to be was a repeated cycle of waking up in his bed. but that’s exactly what san became. you weren’t exactly sure how to describe your relationship with him—friends with benefits? no, you didn’t really talk enough about your personal lives to consider him close to you in any other way than physical. fuck buddy? that was definitely more fitting, but something about it still felt off.

after the first night you spent together, you were intrigued, eager to find out everything he could do but had not yet shown you. so, before you left in the morning, you grabbed a pen and paper from his desk and wrote down your number and name (you couldn’t even remember his name so you doubted you ever gave him yours).

it didn’t take him too long to contact you. only a week later and you received a text message where he introduced himself. once you were reminded of who he was, you couldn’t suppress your excitement at the prospect of seeing him again. you were completely right about his intentions for it was only a few messages later that he threw in the information that he was stressed and could really use relief. you were happy to assist him.

your little adventures in his sheets quickly became something constant in your life, seeing him every couple days. soon enough you figured out you were both std free, so you let him go in without protection. the pleasure of it all never really left either of you with a desire to sleep with anyone else, since you didn’t have to worry about diseases or pregnancy (thanks to you being on the pill). and after the first night, you stopped leaving as soon as you woke up while he was still fast asleep, and with each encounter you’d find yourself staying just a bit longer each time. san was always very sweet, though his personality in bed was a bit unpredictable.

sometimes he was merciless, pounding into you at an ungodly speed while he whispered the filthiest things into your ear. other times, like now for instance, he’d be gentle, taking his time with your body, hands and lips ghosting over sensitive areas and mapping them out.

he already made you cum three times and by the time he finally entered you, you were quivering with overstimulation but still eager to continue. one of his hands had your wrists crossed and pinned over your head while the other trailed all over your body, gently teasing before he held your thighs together and bent them over your chest, his hips rolling against you sensually.

he knew your body well, knew what angles got your head spinning and what touches got your pussy gushing. occasionally he let out groans, but he was rarely too focused on his own release, keen on making sure you felt good. this particular position was a favourite of yours, it helped him reach inside you deeper and it increased the tightness around his cock, stimulating both of you in the most delicious way.

“you know,” his tone was soft, almost as if he were talking to you while reading a newspaper over breakfast and not fucking you. “you’re always so pretty for me.”

san leaned down and pressed featherlight kisses to the back of your calves, trailing them down to the back of your knees and causing a stampede of butterflies you forcefully swallowed. the pace of his thrusts was almost frustratingly slow, making you feel how his length filled you so thoroughly.

his hands grasped the back of your thighs and moved your legs carefully, to hook them around his waist. when he was fucking you like this, with this gentleness, he liked missionary. he liked it because it gave him a clear view of how your face contorted with the pleasure only he can provide you with. because he could lean down and kiss you and swallow all your moans.

“o-oh san…” you whimpered against his lips as he gave a sharp thrust different from all the other ones.

in response, he bit your lip and pulled it slightly before releasing it. san brushed his fingers over your cheekbone as he leaned his face back to watch the muscles of your face twitch and go slack. “hm, did you like that, baby? your sounds are like music to my ears. all your whimpers and moans, i never want to stop hearing them.”

you felt your nails digging into his biceps as he increased his pace just a bit, the contrast between his sudden roughness and the featherlight touches of his hands sliding up and down your glistening body making your head spin. he hummed, his eyes rich with all kinds of emotions as they surveyed the moaning mess you were.

“i love that no one else gets to see you like this.” he angled his hips a little differently so his whole cock dragged along your most sensitive spots. he reached one of his hands down to let his thumb circled your swollen, abused clit. “that no one else gets to feel you or be inside you. they don’t get to have you… but i do.”

something about the way he whispered those words so possessively. it sent your mind reeling and had your walls clenching around him tightly as another orgasm washed over you. your body shook and writhed beneath him, overwhelmed for a moment. you opened your mouth in a silent moan, but his hand moved to your chin to nudge it shut so he could finish with his own groans muffled against you.

a little after that, he pulled out of you, both of you shuddering as he collapsed on top of you with his head between your breasts. san’s hands traced from your shoulder to your hands, holding them as if they were delicate and could break at any second, his hazy mind calming down as he listened to your heartbeat and felt the rise and fall of your chest. when you squeezed his hands, he sat up slightly dropping your right hand to hold onto your left one with both of his. he brought it up to his face and kissed your palm.

you let him, watching him silently as your cheeks warmed with heat and your stomach stirred with something other than arousal. he placed heartfelt pecks against your palm before he moved his lips to press more pecks on the inside of your wrist and then up your arm, all the way until he got to your shoulder. there, he lifted his lips, but not for very long as he placed a kiss against the spot over your heart and then continued travelling upwards. his tender kisses littered your neck and cheek until, finally, he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.

you shivered and held him close, not quite processing how intimate all of this was. but soon enough, he got up from the bed and returned with a fresh pair of boxers on and a wet towel. he took ahold of your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed so your knees hang off it. spreading your knees apart, he kneeled on the ground, eye level with the area he intended to clean.

as he wiped away all the cum and arousal, you twitched every now and then, stinging from the slight overstimulation. whenever you flinched, he’d pull his hand back and glance up at you, not continuing until he saw your discomfort eased. occasionally he’d press his lips against the inside of your thighs and your kneecaps, mumbling sweet words against them.

“you did so well, just relax now, love.” “does this feel okay, it’s not too much, is it?”

once he was done, san took the panties he had haphazardly tossed away from the bed and slid them up your legs, patting your hips once he got them on you. figuring you’d be cold, he also grabbed a shirt from his closet, slipping his hand under your back to help you sit up (though you weren’t that exhausted, but who were you to complain?) and dressing you in the soft, grey material. 

when you woke up the next morning, you were facing each other, legs tangled under the sheets. he was already awake, absentmindedly tracing shapes on the skin of your waist under the shirt as he looked at you. there a warm smile spread itself onto his face when he noticed you were awake. his hand moved to the small of your back and drew you closer, holding you tightly and kissing your forehead.

briefly you considered asking what he saw you as. sure, after you slept together he’d usually be very affectionate. but something was different last night; the lingering kisses, the intimacy, the shockingly affectionate tenderness of his eyes. you pushed those thoughts away. there was no way he thought of you the way you thought of him.

still, a part of your soul couldn’t help but stay hopeful as he hesitantly uttered his next words.

“you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay for the rest of the day, would you? i just really don’t want this to end.”

you stopped yourself from cooing at his nervousness, nodding slowly. “i’d love to stay.”

“good.”

a beat of silence followed that, neither of you sure of what to say next. it was an awkward or uncomfortable silence, it was calm. the few rays of sunlight that got past his curtains provided the room with a soft glow, the pair of you engulfed by the warmth of the blanket.

he brought your hand up to his face and, much like the night before, pressed a kiss to your palm and then your wrist. the sensation left tingles on your skin and your breath hitched, something he took note of with a smirk.

“can i have my hand back yet?” you asked jokingly, your chuckle ringing through his ears.

“hmmm,” he nipped at your wrist, “no.”

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K!nktober day 5

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day five: blindfold; forced orgasm. You can find all my stories on my wattpad as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

(Boyfriend!Simon)

cw: oral (m receiving), sensorial deprivation, unprotected piv, forced breeding

word count: 1680

a/n: a little rushed because I have to go to a big party and can't post from there lol

He had been thinking about the perfect anniversary gift for you for the last three months. Clothes? Basic. Lingerie? Sexy but he would've looked like a creep. Plushies? Your room was already drowning in them. Books? Same things. He spent his lunch breaks checking website after website, yet he couldn't find the perfect gift. He knew he probably shouldn't be rocking his brains over this, but five years was an important milestone, so he thought it deserved a proper symbolic celebration.

A promise ring? Simon imagined a future with you, he was sure he had found his wife from the moment he'd met you, but to ask for your hand in marriage now seemed a bit too rushed. You both still had a lot of things to figure out on your own. A promise ring sounded perfect, a reminder that he would stay by your side and support you as long as you had him, but not something as final as an engagement ring. A simple white gold band, with small sapphires running along the whole circumference, since it was your favourite stone.

You had decided for an intimate dinner at your place, feeling like playing chef for the night, you had spent the whole day perfecting the right sauce to put on the steak, almost burned down your apartment complex when you forgot the truffled carrots in the oven, but the second batch luckily survived. Garlic bread in a cheesy dip for starters, handmade pasta with a plain buttery sauce, then the stake and carrots. You had even handmade the menus, using your fanciest handwriting and tracing every letter with care. Everything was ready, the bread lying in a pretty basket in the middle of the table, a bottle of expensive red wine right next to it. You hadn't exactly bought a gift for the occasion, because what you had in mind for Simon was far more...original.

"Baby!" You threw your arms around his neck when you opened the front door, Simon standing there with his best dress shirt and slacks, a black tie cutting down his broad chest. He carried a small gift bag and a bouquet of wildflowers (you weren't much of a roses girl). "Hey, pretty girl," he chuckled, his voice smooth and warm as he encircled your waist with one strong arm, placing a chaste kiss against your temple. "So you really weren't kidding when you said you would've been the chef tonight, hm? Smells bloody amazing in here."

The two of you had a lovely dinner, talking about your day, the small living room of your flat filled with laughter and the clinking of your glasses as you chatted and drank away. Despite all the food you had cooked, by the time you finished the last course, a pleasant buzz made your head feel lighter. You lounged on the couch, nursing your wine glass between your slim fingers as you watched Simon wash the dishes, sleeves rolled-up, exposing his thick forearms. The sight made you bite down on your bottom lip, anticipation making your body tingle.

Once all the dishes were on the drying rack, Simon made his way back to you on the couch, folding a leg under himself before he sat down. He leaned with his shoulder against the backrest, facing you. "Would you like to see your gift now, love?" He asked, his voice a gentle purr as he reached for the bag on the coffee table. "Now, now," you stopped him, reaching out with your hand, gently guiding his hand, still mid-air, back on his lap. "I appreciate the thought, but I would really like to give you mine first." Simon raised a bushy brow, a puzzled expression etched over his features as he relaxed into the cushions. He fixed his stance, now sitting normally, eyes fixed on you as you got up. "I'll have to take this, thank you." You chirped, bending over to undo the knot of his tie, making it slide off his neck.

You grinned, a mischievous glint in your gaze as you carefully tied back the tie, this time, around his head, covering his eyes. Simon opened his mouth to speak, but you silenced any of his questions with a quick peck on the lips. "It's a big surprise, babe. Can't risk having you ruin it." You swiftly took a few steps back, suppressing a snort when you saw Simon press his lips together, aimlessly moving his head from one side to the other as he awkwardly patted his thighs. You slowly started to peel your dress off, sliding the straps of your dress down your arms, followed by the skimpy little lace thong.

Standing naked, you gingerly made your way back to the couch. "y/n?" Simon called out, sensing your presence as he caught a whiff of your sweet perfume. "Can...can I take this off now?" You shook your head, then, remembering he was blindfolded, you spoke up. "Sorry, not yet." You denied with a sweet voice, leaning forward to place your hands on his thighs, smiling when he involuntarily winced. "Realx, Simon." You commanded, gently coaxing his legs apart. Your knees found the rough wooden floorboards, nimble fingers working the buckle of his belt, consequently pushing down the zipper. Simon cooperated, lifting his hips a bit when you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his slacks, sliding them down with his boxer briefs.

The simple thought of what you were about to do to him had him standing erect, his heavy cock springing free, hitting his abdomen. His tip was oozing with precum, making you lick your lips in anticipation. "So eager already?" You cooed, giggling when his cheeks grew a pretty shade of pink. "P-Please, y/n..." Simon hissed between gritted teeth. "Please what?" You prompted, looking up at his covered eyes, his mouth slightly agape as his breathing picked up. "Touch me...please." He could feel your hand, hovering a breath away from his length, teasing him with the heat radiating off your body. You chuckled, finally answering his pathetic pleas by circling his shaft with your lithe hand, feeling his dick twitch in your hold.

"F- Oh, fuck!" Simon groaned deeply when you wrapped your lips around his rosy tip, slowly lowering your head until he was halfway inside your mouth. A hand wrapped around the edge of the leather couch, the other fisting your soft hair in a makeshift ponytail. "So good...you're so good, baby. Think you can take all of me?" You hummed 'yes', the vibration running along his sensitive length and making him groan again. Coaxed by his gentle guidance, you relaxed your throat until his blonde pubes tickled the tip of your nose. "Fuck...that's right, good girl." He purred.

You slowly started to bob your head up and down, moaning around his fat cock to send delicious vibrations that turned him on even more, making him throb in your mouth. You had to use your hand as well to keep a proper pace, stroking him and alternating it with more circular motions. You looked up at him from your spot on the floor from time to time, enjoying the way his parted lips released ragged breaths and soft moans, the blindfold still resting over his eyes. "y/n...baby, don't stop." He suddenly hissed, his voice harsher, his hand on your head guiding you up and down faster, and you matched it with the strokes of your hand. Soon, Simon's hips stuttered, a low growl rumbling in his chest before your name followed in a string of prayers, hot ropes of cum being shot right down your throat, filling you with the familiar salty taste.

Your lips released him with a wet pop, and you swallowed his cum as you watched him catch his breath. Poor thing, you thought, you weren't done yet. His dick still stood straight and proud, the release you weren't able to clean off still coating his shaft. "Lovie, can I take this-" A strained groan left his lips, breath hitching as you suddenly climbed onto his lap, caging him with a thigh on either side of him. "No, no, y/n, what are you- shit..." Simon hissed, feeling your gummy walls envelop his cock, twitching with another impending load.

You finally freed him of the blindfold, his wide brown eyes meeting yours, looking speechless as you descended all the way, his sensitive tip kissing your cervix. Smirking, you tied his tie around your neck, letting it sit between your breasts, then started to slowly move your hips. "Baby...I'm gonna cum again if you keep it up, I-I..."

"Cum for me, Simon." You whispered, cradling his face in your hands before you placed a kiss on his lips. "Cum inside me, please. It's your gift." Simon's eyes lit up for a moment, but he still seemed sceptic. You deepened the kiss, silencing his doubts as you started to ride him faster, your ass slapping against his muscular thighs, making the loosened belt clank. "B-Baby..." he was begging, blunt nails digging into the fat on your hips, leaving red crescents. "I-I don't think I..."

"Yes you can, Simon," you purred into his ear. "Cum inside me." He took one of your tits into his hand, guiding it to his face before latching his lips onto your erect nub. You moaned, tipping your head back as heat quickly pooled in your belly. "Gonna...'m gonna..." The knot snapped, your walls clenching his cock so tight he couldn't help but release another heavy load deep inside you, both of you moaning out the other's name in your shared orgasm.

You rested your forehead on his shoulder, feeling his dick twitching slightly as he went soft inside of you, your cream mixing with his cum and leaking onto your inner thighs and his lap. Simon was completely spent, breath ragged as he leaned against the backrest of the couch. You peppered a few tender kisses over the side of his neck, a hand rubbing his chest as you both came back to your senses. "That was...well, definitely original. You surely caught me off guard, lovie." You chuckled, raising your eyes back on his flushed face, grinning.

"Can I open my present now?" 

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not translate or share on this or any other platforms without credit•

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congrats on 100 maggie that’s amazing!! 🎉🫶🏻

could I request carmy with a single!mom reader and they’re still kinda fresh in their relationship and with both of their busy schedules it’s hard to have any alone time and whenever they’re trying to have privacy for adult fun time it keeps being interrupted by reader’s little one bc reader’s daughter loves carmy and they’re both going crazy but also love becoming a new lil family. I just keep thinking about how carmy would be with a little kid and how he’d take over the role of a stepdad-dad 😩

Thank you! :)

I would like to say that I love kids and I worked in childcare for years. However, I'm not much into kid fics - rarely read them and never wrote one! Your prompt got me thinking so I'm sharing my head canons about stepdad!Carmy (explicit stuff behind the cut!)

You're so scared to tell Carmy you're a mom because you've started having real feelings; it's not just fooling around anymore. When you finally share that you've got a little girl, you're sick to your stomach with nerves, worried about the possibility of being rejected or ridiculed. But Carmy surprises you—pleasantly—by not freaking out at all. He nods and asks a couple of basic questions: "How old is she? Who's looking after her when you two are together? What's her favorite Disney movie?"

Carmy does freak out—once he's at home. He barely sleeps that night, thinking of all the ways the "wrong" in him or with him could rub off on the little girl once they meet. Because he's a messed-up grown-up who has no clue how to behave.

You can't keep putting off Carmen meeting your daughter after four months of dating. You can't, and you don't want to. It takes a bit of effort before Carmen opens up about his difficult childhood and messed-up family. You assure him that it's not going to affect your daughter and promise him that you absolutely believe he's a good person.

Your little one is almost four, and she's independent, sassy, and loving, so she probably understands Carmy's hesitation and worries better than you do—without Carmen ever needing to say a word. She knows he's a chef—a cook—so she takes his hand and shows him her own wooden kids' kitchen. Carmy's eyes are huge and glassy when he looks up at you, and you hold back your own tears.

The first time you witness Carmy and your daughter cooking together (not in the kids' kitchen), your heart almost stops. You know how sacred the kitchen—any kitchen—is for him, as well as the whole process of meal prepping. They're just baking cookies, from what you can see over Carmy's broad back, flour everywhere, and he uses the softest voice on her: "You make a ball from the dough, that's right. Well done, chef," and "You got it, darling," and "Good job, good girl," followed by a high-five, your daughter giggling, clearly proud of herself.

That night, you ask Carmy to stay - the first time while your daugher is at home too - and he agrees, with a soft smile and a chaste kiss to your temple. You're a bit apprehensive about having sex, anxious about your little one overhearing something or waking up in the middle of it, but at the end it's you who asks Carmen for it. You beg him with your eyes, your hands and mouth, and who's he to say 'no'? The day had been emotional and the remaints of it hang between you as he fucks you on your back, staring into your soul, reaching there with his cock too. You're kinda trying to hurry up, Carmy thrusting into you with sharp movements that make you gasp out puffs of air between the two of you. He leans in to whisper into your ear "You're taking it so well, you would take my load so well, would you want another baby, hm?" His words surprise you and make you so hot that you come with a startle the next second.

Fuck, Carmy Berzzato wants a kid with you?

[mystic-writings]

tangled up (in strings of emotion) | wilbur soot

PAIRING – wilbur soot x fem!streamer!reader, implied wilbur x shubble

REQUEST – anon - Hi! ok so, i had a very angsty idea. basically, we all know how wilbur had a crush on shubble? basically, my idea is that wilbur and streamer!reader have been dating for a while and the internet loves them (as they should) and reader and shubble are good friends like reader, shubble and niki are all like an iconic trio, but then wilbur starts to distance from reader and spend more time with shubble and you know who catches on first? james. and then jack figures it out, and tommy and niki and the band all have it figured out and niki (i love niki more than life itself) tells reader and the readers like “fuck you, it’s me or her william.” with prompt 9 from “angst prompt 2”?? i feel like that would be really really cool and your angst is absolutely *chefs kiss* :) if you don’t wanna do it that’s fine! just a thought, have a lovely day!!

PROMPT – 9. “don’t make me choose.”

SUMMARY –  you finally find out why your relationship with wilbur is falling apart, even if you didn’t see the signs. 

WARNINGS – angst, hurt/no comfort, tw cheating mentions

WORD COUNT – 2,720

NOTES – i listened to haunted by tswift the entire time i wrote this bc it matches so well tbh | first fic of 2024 & no surprise, it’s ANGST !!

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How have you been so blissfully ignorant all this time?

These past few years of your life, the ones you once looked back upon as the best of your life thus far, were tainted with a dark stain. 

You don’t know how you missed it. All the signs were there, but maybe you were just too happy to believe that something could’ve been wrong in the first place. 

Being a streamer, and a successful one at that, was a blessing you never thought you’d have. It led you to all of your best friends, and to your boyfriend of nearly three years. Wilbur Soot, more commonly known now as Will Gold, who you met through your friends Niki and Shelby. It felt like it was fate, meeting him. You were at a point in life where things just felt sour all the time, and you barely had the energy to create content at the time. Then, around the beginning of January 2020, Niki asked if you wanted to make a video with her, Philza, and Wilbur, and from there things were history. 

After starting dating over the internet for a while, and with the lockdowns coming and going frequently, you and Wilbur met for the first time in his tiny flat in London. It was amazing, spending that time together, just the two of you. Deciding to make things public and when was a tough decision, but you thought it would be safer to do so after you took the jump and moved to England. You’d never forget that conversation, sitting on your kitchen counter at 4am.

“And you’re sure you want to do that?” Wilbur asked. “I mean, moving here, moving across the country just so we can be together it’s- it’s-” 

“A big step, Will. I know. But it’s been almost a year, you know. Restrictions are lifting soon. And I want to be with you. I want to be able to see Tommy and Phil and Niki and Jack easier. I want to be happy.” You told him. “I know I have Shelby here, and I love her with everything I have, but she’s the only thing here and it’s just not enough anymore. I need you.” 

After a long, anxiety-inducing silence, Wilbur sighed. “I know. I need you too. I just want to make sure you’re making the right decision here, you know? I don’t want you to have gone through all that trouble just to get here and find you don’t like it, or something happens and you have to go back, anyway.”

You shook your head, even though your boyfriend couldn’t see you. “Nothing’s going to go wrong, Wilbur. I know what I want. And besides, there’s no place on Earth I wouldn’t live if it meant I could live with you.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“You should go to sleep. It’s almost 5 in the morning. You need rest.” Wilbur told you, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“I know, I know. I’ll talk to you later, though. I promise.” 

“Alright, darling. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Will.”

And it was after a long, unnecessarily stressful process with customs and gathering the right papers, that you finally moved in with Wilbur, who began renting an apartment in Brighton not long after the process began. 

Over a several-week-long process, you met all of your best friends in person for the first time, and it was the best few weeks of your life. Niki especially was excited to meet you, and she was one of the first to do so. 

Life for the next year or so was amazing to say the least. Yours and Wilbur’s respective careers were taking off, his in music and yours in streaming and on YouTube. Everything was coming out on top for the both of you, and for all of your friends. 

Until now, you were the happiest you’ve felt in a very long time. 

You and Wilbur had been travelling for his tour for a while now, both of you putting off streaming to travel with the rest of Lovejoy for their very first American tour. Christmas was closing in, and you were in California, visiting Shelby, Quackity, and a ton of other friends that you hadn’t seen in a long time. 

Wilbur’s show was amazing, as per usual, and you and Shelby spent the whole night glued to one another. Will, like he normally did during the performances when you were in the crowd, kept tossing loving glances your way for most of the set. He even dragged Quackity on stage to cover a song with him. It was truly amazing. 

The trip to see your friends, and the rest of the tour overall, was amazing. After it ended and you all went back to England, you noticed a shift in Wilbur’s behaviour. At first you assumed it was just work stress and post-tour burnout of sorts, but soon it became very apparent that it wasn’t directed at anyone but you. 

You spent a lot of time around Wilbur and your friends, as group hangouts became very common since you were both gone for so long. They were normally hosted at Tommy’s flat or James’, sometimes Jack’s house or round yours. It was always fun, though, and that’s what mattered.

Streams became frequent again, both solo and with whoever was available at the time, planned or not. You even did a subathon for your birthday that lasted a week and a half. You invited everyone in the area to come over for cake, called those who were too far away and everything; it truly was a wonderful birthday. 

Content creation was always unpredictable, and everyone’s lives were hectic, so you weren’t too surprised when Shelby stopped communicating with you as frequently over the next few months. The summer of 2023 seemed to be busy for everyone, including yourself. 

You were helping Tommy with his tours and upcoming plans, and your own plans for the future had you being pulled every which way. Wilbur even bought a house for the two of you, despite the rift that was still forming between the two of you. He spent most nights in his office, playing video games or working on music. 

Still, even with the distance between you, you never would’ve guessed that the others could see it, too. 

It started with James giving you odd looks whenever you’d excuse Wilbur’s lack of presence at hangouts, even when they were at your house. Then Niki, who asked if you were okay on more than one occasion. Then Jack, who came to you about an editing problem and brought up how you hadn’t mentioned Wilbur in a little while, and whose mood seemed to sully when you shrugged and told him it was because he was very busy right now. Then one by one, it seemed everyone was catching onto it, and you nearly shouted at them to leave you alone, because it was your relationship and you didn’t see any problems.

Even if Wilbur barely slept in the same bed as you anymore. Even if he rarely ever touched or kissed you anymore.

Niki. Poor, unfortunate Niki, was the first to find out why. She never told you how, or who told her, but she was the only one who knew. She came to you with it on a beautiful Friday afternoon, a day where you both decided to not stream in favour of a nice, relaxing afternoon in your backyard, drinking coffee at a little table in your garden, full of flowers and flourishing at your hand and hard work. 

She’d seemed off to you the entire time she was there, quietly sipping on her second cup of coffee and admiring the flowers. 

“Are you okay, Niki?” You’d asked, eyeing her with concern. 

Her eyes snapped to yours from the peonies beside her. “What? I’m fine, Y/n, don’t worry.” 

“You sure?” You asked. “You seem… off. Like something’s bothering you. If you want to talk, we can, I mean, we’ve been friends for long enough that you can tell me anything you want. You know that, right?”

“Of course, I’m not an idiot.” She stated, fiddling with her fingers. Her stature was small, eyes attempting to steer clear of your gaze and finding solace in her mug. “I just- I don’t know if you’ll like what I have to say, and I don’t want to hurt you. You’re my best friend.” 

You smiled gently at the girl. “Don’t worry, Niki. If there’s something you need to tell me, I’m sure I can handle it. You can’t hurt me that badly.” 

Your smile faltered when Niki’s weary eyes met yours. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I only found out last night, and I hate to be the one to tell you, especially because it’s not any of my business, I just felt that you needed to know, I-”

“Niki, calm down,” you reached out to place your hand atop hers, and she turned it over to grip it in return. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Wilbur.” She sighed, and your heart rate skyrocketed. “I know why he’s not acting himself around you.” 

“Is he okay? I mean, he’s healthy right?” You asked. “Why wouldn’t he tell me this himself?”

“Because he didn’t want you to know.” She said, tears forming in her eyes. “He’s not sick or anything, Y/n. He’s… he’s in love with someone else.” 

The world around you could’ve set fire and you wouldn’t have known. Niki’s words rang in your ears, and your heart plummeted from the place in your chest, as if Wilbur himself had dropped it from the safe place you put it; right into his hands. 

“With who? Do I know her?”

Niki only nodded, sniffling and blinking away her tears while yours threatened to fall. After a long silence and a heavy sigh, she squeezed your hand again and opened her mouth, her next words coming out shakily. “It’s… Y/n, it’s Shelby.”

You pulled your hand from hers. “What?”

“They’ve been talking for months now. She told me last night and I haven’t spoken to her since then,” Niki swore. “She said she feels bad for doing this to you, especially because she rejected Wilbur for a long time and you’re best friends. I guess she couldn’t stop herself after a while. I don’t know. All she said was that Wilbur initiated it.” 

“She still participated.” You said, words lined with tears. “Do you know how long he’s been… been pursuing her?”  You nearly gagged on the words. 

Niki nodded. “Since the LA performance in December.” 

Somehow, your heart fell further than it did before. 

Finding out was a blessing and a curse, really. Everything started to make sense once you truly thought it over. All those nights holed up in his office lately, the distance that formed after the tour ended. Those loving glances during the LA show. Somehow, you could tell now that they weren’t for you. 

After you talked and cried more about it with Niki, she left to go tend to her cats in her apartment, and offered a place to stay if you needed it. 

You spent hours on the couch, anxiously awaiting Wilbur’s return from the studio. Your stomach turned with the thought that he could be on the phone with Shelby right now, chatting and making her laugh and telling her how much he felt for her. You almost broke when you wondered if he’d ever told her he loved her. 

Finally, well after sundown, the door creaked open and shut. In walked Wilbur, guitar case gripped in one hand, shoulders sagging from the weight of the day. 

“Hello, love.” You said, barely looking at him, words cold as ice.

He tossed a quick glance at you. “Hi, darling. How was your day?”

“Good.” You said, watching him lean the guitar against the arm of the couch, lazily kissing your head as he did. 

Somehow, after all these months of being emotionally distant, Wilbur could tell something was wrong. “You okay?” He asked as he headed to the kitchen on the opposite side of the house. 

With a sigh, you stood up and clenched your fists. Might as well get it over with. “What’s going on with you lately, Will?”

His brows furrowed as he stopped in the doorway, turning to face you. “What d’you mean? I’m fine, darling.” 

“No you’re not.” You said. “You’ve been distant, and for a while now. You’ve been borderline avoiding me. It’s like you’re not even in a relationship with me! Like you don’t want to be in a relationship with me anymore! Did you know our friends have noticed? Every time I show up to a gathering without you they ask what’s wrong. Where you are. And I have nothing to say because I didn’t think anything was wrong.”

Wilbur sighed, face scrunched with indignation. “That’s because nothing’s wrong. I’m just busy.”

“Really? What, busy talking to Shelby?”

Wilbur’s face fell, the colour going with it. 

“Yeah, don’t act surprised, Will. I know.” You said, the emotion finally flowing back to you. “I know you’ve been seeing my best friend behind my back. I know you’ve been pursuing her for a year. Niki told me. She said you’ve been after Shelby, wearing her down, trying to get her to go behind everyone’s back. After all this time, after everything we’ve been through, and you cheat on me with her of all people? My best friend. The woman who helped introduce us and you didn’t think I’d find out at some point?” 

“Look, it’s not what you think, I just-” 

“Just what, Wilbur?” You asked, biting back a sob. “Just wanted to use me to get to her? I don’t even know why you asked me out in the first place. I knew you had a crush on her before we started dating.” You breathed a shaky sigh, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I guess I was just naive enough to think you’d gotten over it. Maybe you did, for a little while.”

“I swear, it’s nothing like that, Y/n. I love you, I do.” He pleaded. “Just let me explain everything, please.” 

“I don’t want to hear it. I can’t believe you, Wilbur. You bought a house for us! I moved here for you! We were building a life together! And you tore it all down for her!” You screamed. The neighbours could probably hear you by now, but you didn’t care. You needed to let everything out. “I left my family behind, my life behind for you. That’s how much I love you. I guess you just don’t love me enough to do the same.” 

“Y/n, don’t- I love you, too. We can fix this, I swear. I promise.” 

“Fuck you.” You spat, catching Wilbur off guard. “You don’t love me. Not enough to cheat on me with one of my best friends. So fuck you, William. It’s me or her. You don’t get to have us both. I won’t put myself through that.”

Wilbur’s eyes filled with emotion, with indecision. “Don’t. Please, Y/n, don’t make me choose.”

You stepped closer to him, fury burning through you. “Fine, then I will. I don’t know what the hell you thought you could do when you got yourself into this, but you’re sure as hell not gonna keep dating me.”

Before Wilbur could speak, you were marching upstairs to your bedroom – the room you spent more time in than Wilbur did – texting Niki on your way to pack a bag. Your heart was crumbling to dust in your chest, and the emotion was finally replacing whatever temporary anger you felt, crashing through you like waves, putting out the fire within you. 

Wilbur begged and pleaded as you packed your bag, but you didn’t listen. You just packed whatever was necessary, whatever you could think to bring for the night. You’d come back for the rest later. 

15 minutes later, after a quiet Uber ride, you were sitting in Niki’s living room, crying and wondering what you were going to do next. Because you changed your life for Wilbur, and it was his reckless betrayal that tore it all down around you. 

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

After messaging you that promise I started working on the fluff then got hit with a bad couple of days, but after seeing the Rindou rabies anon this came to me!

Souya, Rindou and Hakkai, all younger brothers, all have a liking for blue in their hair, and all are precious little subs for you! Rindou the brattiest of the bunch, who loves the attention on him and is always trying to tease the other two of the group or trying to get teased himself and always down for some kinky and fun punishments. Has the best sex playlists and best cosplay outfits and lingerie for sex. Chose all the sex toys you guys have and is the best at using them too! Dear god, sometimes he gets full of himself and tries to dom you, you let him until he realizes that he doesn’t know his bday as well as you do and he needs help for his lovers, yup this one is a handful but he’s loved! Souya the surprising brat who you would think is equal in softness as Hakkai, but come on! Don’t we know his brother? He definitely has a sneaky side pulling puppy dog eyes and sometimes ganging up with Rindou in order to tease Hakkai. Despite this he still has his softer side and enjoys being babied and cuddling with Hakkai on his non-menace days and loves to be the middle spoon loves lying on you when in a cuddle puddle. Man has a food kink so be ready to be stuffed full whether fucking or not, or maybe just stuff him full of your cock, lol. Best with aftercare stuff that the group has to remind him to take care of himself too or that his lovers do need to take care of him. Oh and let’s not forget the blue devil, everyone loves the days when the blue devil comes out during sex! Hakkai, poor sweet baby, always the victim and running to you for safety even though he can fight back, probably because that’s one of his kinks. Yup soft baby Hakkai has a bullying kink and is extremely dependent on you guys. Has the most kinks out of everyone on the group that it would make most blush. Despite it all he’s the most adorable and loving sub being used for whatever his lovers want. He is extremely dependent on the group and everyone just loves to spoil him. He’s really great emotional wise and grounding which 100% helps when someone may go into sub or dom space. Overall just amazing boys who are just shenjsksksoeoekd

Anyways! Back to working on my fluff stuff lol!

-Souya’s anon lover

P.S. Thank you Rindou Rabies Anon for the inspo to make this, it got me out of my writing slump!

I am absolutely DEVOURING this, savoring every little component like it's my last meal ever!!!!!!! 😳

Rindou with the good cosplays and lingerie? Rindou (once again) trying to dom and getting reminded of his place? Souya "blue menace" Kawata? Souya "cuddlebug" Kawata? Hakkai with a bullying kink?!?! (<- that I can't unsee now, thank you. I'm writing a whole kinktober prompt because of you and this fun idea 😅) *Chef's kisses all around* *one million chef's kisses*

((Kinky shit aside, I'm so sorry you had a rough few days ;( I hope this week treats you nicely 💞))

[aesthetictarlos]

tommy seemed really affected by bobby’s new tradition of the 118 sharing meals together like a family in episode 2.16. so how about a little cooking together fluff? i can so clearly picture tommy standing behind buck and hooking his chin over buck’s shoulder to see what he’s working on, etc. 🥰

There are two of my bucktommy head canons in this prompt so here we go ❤️

The first thing Tommy notices as he steps into Buck's loft after a grueling shift, is the delicious smell that fills the air. The second one, is Buck's soft voice as he hums to a new song that he's obsessed with.

A smile spreads on his face instantly, and he toes off the shoes next to Buck's before he pads into the kitchen. "Hey, baby," he greets, circling his arms around Buck's waist to hold him from behind and breathe him in. "I missed you today. Shift was boring, which means my co-workers had the time of their life teasing the shit out of me."

"Hey," Buck whispers, giggling happily. "I can't believe they haven't gotten tired of teasing you yet. Are they still calling me your pretty boy?"

"Yeah," Tommy huffs, burying his nose in the short hair at Buck's neck. "Anyway, the smell is delicious here. What are you making?" He asks, perching his chin on Buck's shoulder to peek at the stove.

"Shrimp linguine," Buck says and Tommy presses a soft kiss to his pulse point, melting against him.

"You're— you're cooking an Italian recipe? For me?"

"Yeah, you told me you love Italian cuisine since your grandmother used to cook Italian recipes for you so I— Uh, kind of spent the whole afternoon on Google to try and find something that seemed easy enough," Buck says, blushing as he smiles almost shyly.

"That's— That's so sweet of you, Evan," Tommy replies, his voice trembling a bit. "It's the nicest thing someone has ever done for me. You're amazing."

"Mh, what if I mess things up and the pasta is inedible? Will you still think I'm amazing?" Buck teases, stirring the sauce.

Tommy rolls his eyes at his antics, kissing his pulse point again as he tightens the hold around him. "Yeah, but I'll make you pay for take-out," he quips, and then they're laughing together, Buck leaning back into his chest before he turns his head to kiss him on the lips.

"So, are you going to help me or are you just going to hold me like a koala until the pasta is ready?"

Tommy chuckles, poking him in the ribs. "Tell me what to do, Chef."

[dhalsimxhonda]

HONSIM ; TALK ABOUT OLD DAYS (REWRITTEN)

SUMMARY … the rewritten version of the old “talk about old days” prompt except lukejamie is only featured there . for reasoning, please check out this post .

CW … mentions of trans pregnancy .

CHARACTERS … edmond honda, dhalsim, luke sullivan, & jamie siu .

SETTING … street fighter 6 .

A/N … this is to make it up for my inactivity there .

the sumo wrestler chef took a look at the beautiful skyscraper around edomon and its cozy surroundings. he couldn’t believe how amazed everyone was when they took a shot in there. he could even watch the statue of liberty and it felt like a dream. all dressed up with his turtleneck, he already felt warmth and wind at the same time. it was all interrupted by his workers telling him that two couple’s orders were ready and he should be serving it. “thank ya as always for letting me know. please take a break while i do my work, sir!”

edmond smiled and left the view as he began carrying the meals with his other mates. towards the couple, he placed all of the respective plates onto luke sullivan and jamie siu. “and there ya have it, please enjoy all of yer foods, fellas. all done from recipes by me!” the trainee smiled and gave edmond a handshake as an honor. “no worries, we enjoy spending time in your restaurant watching those sumo matches!” the sumo wrestler chef chuckled from luke’s encouragement. “why thank ya! we should spare some time soon, sullivan!”

after leaving the two of them alone, he then went to supervise the sumo match from the heya, crossing his hands. “yoga!” behind him, the yoga master who was also dressed up with a turtleneck placed his hands onto his husband’s shoulders. “did you miss me, darling?”

edmond turned his head towards dhalsim and gave him a big hug while spinning around. “oh, dhalsim-kun! how much i miss yer embrace!” the hindu man laughed as he gently caressed the japanese man’s cheeks. “do ya know that you’re my #1?”

“yes, my dear edmond! but please calm yourself.” dhalsim tried to snap his husband’s pda out of it. the sumo wrestler carefully placed the yoga master down as he kissed him on the cheeks. “i know i shoulda calmed myself down, but seein’ ya makes me happy! i’m so glad to see ya, dhalsim-kun!” the yoga master chuckled while kissing his husband’s lips. “glad to see you again, my darling! please, tell me what are you doing?” the couple went back to the view. “i had to serve the couple seconds ago!” he replied. “ya know they love to spend time here on edomon!” he laughed as dhalsim embraced his arms onto his husband’s shoulders. “what couple?” he asked as edmond turned around and looked at the four men. “sullivan and siu.”

dhalsim blinked, all eyes on his husband. “hm, the two rivals?” he asked as he turned around. the sumo wrestler chef glanced at his husband. “yep.” he replied. “plus, seein’ them together just reminds me of us when we’re younger.” his smile grew softly as he held dhalsim’s hands. “do ya ever miss our youth back then?” the yoga master thought and remembered memories from eighteen years ago.

back when they both met in mumbai, and became good parents with datta and sanjo edmond honda received his transition goals and dhalsim carried and gave birth to anishk. from taking down shadaloo as many times before, traveling from japan to india endless times until they finally reached their new chapter in metro city. they lost count of how many times they make love and would do anything to kiss birthmarks, bodypaints, or scars. all of the difficulties of becoming street fighters and protectors of their three children ended when honda decided to establish his restaurant in metro city. sanjo has been training sumo wrestling, datta is studying to become a doctor, and anishk enjoyed studying in his elementary school with his friends.

eighteen years of being together have been the best decision that dhalsim and edmond took and their respect for each other is so special that they deserve each other. their fate with each other was meant to be after all. dhalsim remembered everything…

“i indeed miss our youth. and the day that we met changed everything about us. you were so handsome when you were on your late twenties, and you still are nowadays.” dhalsim recalled as he held his husband’s hands back. “i love you, darling. i still love you after nineteen years of our first fight.”

as luke and jamie watched both of them in awe, the coach wrapped his arms around siu. “y’know, meathead.” he spoke. “they really could be us when we get older.” jamie blinked and laughed with a slight blush. “you mean these two guys? it will not happen ever! how do they even get together in the first place? do people really know that they were together back in the 90s or some shit?”

luke sullivan chuckled as he kissed his boyfriend on the cheeks. “it’s sometimes hard being a street fighter and being together. but we’ll work things out together, just you and me, siu.” he replied as jamie agreed and both continued to enjoy their food and companion.

[carni-val]

I’m so excited that you’re wanting to write for Charlie Hunnam again!!!

You’ve written some of my top favorites fics and I’m excited to read more!

As for requests, I’m always going to request Will Miller, haha I love this character too much ☺️ And don’t get be started on Raymond and Jax

I’m not sure if you’re just wanting names of characters or prompts with the names, so I did that 😅 I’m not too good at coming up with prompt though, but here are my requests:

Will Miller, and maybe it’s a continuation of the one where he and the reader are married and he’s distant after Colombia? Like maybe it’s all fluff or maybe it’s a mix of fluff and angst? I love Will but something about him and angst just gets me 😆

Raymond Smith, and what if he and the reader haven’t seen much of each other and one night she waits up for him to talk with him about it? Maybe it’s angst, maybe it’s fluff?

Jax Teller, and maybe he and the reader are married and it’s just about a day that they spend together with the boys? Or maybe he and the reader go for a ride and it’s them having some time alone because Heaven knows that man needed to just sit and have some peace haha

I hope that these were okay to request, and if you’re not feeling any of them that’s all good; I’m all about what you feel up to writing and doing. And if you wanna switch them up or do something completely different that’s cool too, I’ll just love it either way! ☺️

Have a great rest of your week!!! Sorry this was way too long haha 😅

Fork in the Road [Jax Teller]

pairing: Jax Teller x Reader

summary: You spend a peaceful day with Jax for the first time in a long time.

author’s notes: Thank you so much for your kind words and all of these amazing ideas! I thought I'd jump in with some soft!Jax since that is the chef's special around here. This idea did run away from me a bit and it does get angsty, so I apologize in advance but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless. Thank you for requesting!

warnings: Angst, mentions of death, mentions of a car accident, hospital

song inspo: kitchen fan lullaby (raw) - claire boyer | cardigan - taylor swift

Charlie Hunnam Masterlist | Jax Teller Masterlist

The wind on the coastline guides the smell of the sea straight to your nose and ruffles your hair while you breathe in the bird’s eye view of the picturesque landscape in front of you. The gravel on the dirt road crunches beneath your feet as you take a step closer towards the edge to catch the way the sunlight glistens and glimmers against the waves of the ocean that crash against the shoreline in the distance.

“Don’t go too far,” a voice calls out to you a few feet away.

It startles you for a moment but when you turn your head towards the sound, you find Jax mounting his bike a considerable distance away. Elation fills your heart as you squint to get a better view of him and you laugh, despite the confusion, “Why are you so far away?”

From his bike, Jax watches you over his shoulder as you begin walking towards him.

“You had to stretch your legs, remember?” He prompts when you’re just a few feet away from him now.

“Yeah, I think I definitely did that,” you quip as you gesture to the large distance you just filled all on your own.

“I told you I could help with that but…” Jax trails off, wearing a cheeky grin now.

You roll your eyes and try to fight the grin that stretches across your face. Jax’s boyish laugh only makes you smile harder and you can’t resist placing a kiss on his lips. Everything else except for the warmth of his lips on yours and the feeling of his beard brushing against your skin seems to fade out. Everything goes quiet until there’s only Jax.

When you find the strength in you to pull away, he offers his helmet to you.

“You sure you wanna keep riding?” he tests.

You shake out your legs, the usual ache that comes from riding on the back of his bike now nonexistent. You take his helmet and place it on your head, “Where are we going?”

When Jax wanted to be romantic, he pulled out all the stops and more often than not, his thoughtful gestures always come at the hefty price of patience.

Jax leans over and tightens the strap under your chin so it fits snug against you. The light brush of his fingers on your skin causes heat to rise to your cheeks. He notices and smiles before pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You bite back a grin as he pats the leathery seat behind him on his bike, “Let’s go.”

You climb on eagerly, “This better be good,” you quip but you know a day away from Charming and the madness it contains within its borders is good in and of itself.

Your arms twine around Jax’s waist before you let your chin rest on his shoulder. Your faces are so close that you can just about feel the brush of his stubbly cheek against yours.

With the sudden pump of his leg, the motorcycle roars to life before settling down to a low rumble.

“So, straight ahead or around the bend?” you quiz, nodding towards the fork in the road in front of you.

“You let me worry about that, darlin’.”

You grin as Jax adjusts in his seat. Your eyes find the water again, noting just how blue it looks today. When you face forward again, your eye lands on the rear view mirror where you can see the small smile Jax wears before taking off down the dirt road.

Seagulls soar and squawk into the blue, cloudless sky underneath the steady rumbling of the engine. The salty air of the sea dances in the air as you take a deep breath and nuzzle your cheek further against Jax’s back that’s covered by the soft fabric of his SAMCRO sweater. Your hands lay against Jax’s torso and occasionally, while he’s cruising, he drops one hand to meet yours. His warm, calloused hand tangled with yours is your only anchor to the present moment. Your heart skips a couple of beats when you feel him run his thumb back and forth against your hand. 

You didn’t think you’d ever know peace like this again considering how bad things have gotten in the MC. If you weren’t careful, you’d fall asleep right on the back of Jax’s bike.

Reluctantly, you open your eyes and meet the blue of the ocean again. You pick up your head and sit up straighter, surprised to still be seeing it considering you’ve been driving for what felt like a couple of hours.

Jax glances at you over his shoulder and smirks, “Quick pit stop?”

He nods to the beach below. You follow his gaze, entranced by the way the water splashes against the rocks and sends the foamy tops spilling out onto the shoreline. Although you’re desperate to know where Jax is taking you, you relent and nod anyway.

Sprinkles of cool ocean water land on your face as you lay next to Jax in the sand. He rests on his forearm and peers down at you with eyes that rival the blue of the water a few feet away. Your elbow rests against his shoulder as your hand lazily plays with the ends of his hair. No words need to be exchanged to see the comfort Jax finds in this moment too. He lets his fingertips lazily run over every dip and curve of your cheek while he brushes away a stray strand of hair. Like a cat desperate for pets, you lean into his touch.

“I like it here with you,” you confess.

“It’s beautiful,” he admits with a smile. You’re surprised to see him turn his head to take in the water before he adds, “Really beautiful.”

You recoil slightly in surprise as a cheeky smile spreads across your face, “I never thought I’d hear you talk about the earth’s beauty.”

Jax stays facing away from you for a moment as he swallows the lump in his throat. When his eyes meet yours again, they’re glassy, causing your smile to falter. You cup his bearded cheek, just as he replies, “I never appreciated it before.”

Before you can speak, Jax leans down and presses his lips to yours tenderly. His warm hand cradles your cheek and you give into him in a split second. His soft lips against yours cause your head to spin, and while you don’t know what brought on the sudden emotion, the feeling of his body weight pressing against yours as he begins to relax tells you he found the comfort he was looking for.

Jax pulls back an inch, studies your face and asks, “Are you sure you wanna keep going?”

The blissed out feeling rushing through your veins has you seriously considering his question for a moment.

“You haven’t told me where we’re going. I think I should know so I can make an informed decision.”

A smirk tugs at his lips but he stays quiet. A gleam in his eye appears and you know that mischievous look all too well. Excitement bursts through you and has you springing to your feet, “I wanna see what you’ve got planned,” you decide before taking off running towards his bike that’s parked on the concrete a short distance away.

Joyous laughter spills out of you and only multiplies when you feel Jax’s strong arms encase you and lift you off of the ground. He presses you against his body and smothers any inch of your face he can reach with kisses. Throughout your uncontrollable laughter, you feel the rumble of his chest against your back as he lets out a chuckle of his own. Now that you’re held hostage in his arms, Jax makes sure to take his time walking the both of you back to his bike.

Back on the road, with your arms wound around Jax brings about a special brand of tranquility that only he can provide. It makes this long ride all the more bearable. With your eyes closed, you can feel his back rising and falling gently, bringing your heavy head along with it. His calloused thumb goes back to stroking the soft skin of your hand and it brings a peaceful smile to your face. If you could stay here forever, you would.

As a matter of fact…

You open your eyes to try and find some clue as to where the two of you are headed, but when you find the picturesque landscape of the ocean again, you recoil in confusion. Looking past Jax’s shoulder, you see that same fork in the road: straight ahead or around the bend. Your eyes narrow in on him, “Okay, I don’t know how the hell you’re doing it, but stop stalling!” you laugh over the noise of the motorcycle, “Just take me there already!”

Jax doesn’t reply, he simply takes another right turn instead of continuing down the straight path. “You realize we have to go back to Charming eventually, right?”

Jax keeps his gaze forward and you almost think he doesn’t hear you but when you’re about to call his name, you feel the bike begin to slow down.

“Do you need a break?” you ask once Jax parks the bike in the middle of the empty road. “Let me stretch for a few minutes,” you climb off of the bike and let out a sigh of relief as you walk around. “If you’re lost, you can just admit that, you know?” you poke, “No shame in asking for help.” As soon as you say that though, you realize there’s nobody to ask. There hasn’t been anybody else on the road but you two.

When you stop walking around in circles, you’re met with the frown on Jax’s face. “What’s wrong?” your breath hitches.

Jax hesitates for a moment, then says, “You have to get off here.”

You recoil, looking all around you at the empty expanse, “In the middle of the road? That’s no way to treat a woman, Teller,” you place a sassy hand on your hip and smirk.

Still, Jax’s face holds a frown. Playfulness evaporates and confusion takes its place, “What are you talking about?”

“I can’t take you any further,” his eyes fall to the ground.

“You’re not making any sense,” you try to keep your calm as you feel the sun beam down harder on you.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to spend some time with you,” he shakes his head, getting choked up.

“You are,” you step closer to him, “We are.”

You reach out to cup his face but as you do, he turns his head away and looks forward, repelling your touch. When he revs the engine of his bike, reality sets in. He’s really leaving you here.

“What the fuck, Jax?” you clip, “How am I supposed to get home!?”

“Don’t worry about that,” is all he says before he takes off, down the straight path.

“What the— Jax!” you call as you run after his bike that kicks up dust between the two of you. You try to shield your eyes against it as you try to catch up with him, though you know it’s a pathetic attempt. “Jax!” you cry out again, your chest constricting and eyes filling with tears.

When the dust clears, all that’s left ahead of you is the fork in the road. There’s no sign of Jax but you keep calling out his name. You spin around in every direction, trying to get a glimpse of him — or for anyone for that matter.

Your breathing comes out choppy and a sheen of sweat layers over your body underneath the sun that has become blistering. Your eyes fight to stay open against the sunlight that has gotten brighter and brighter until it becomes blinding. It eclipses the scenery around you and forces you to close your eyes.

When you find the strength to open them again, you see the sun, blurry and moving from left to right.

What the fuck?

You blink a few times and your vision finally focuses on…a penlight.

You wince and turn away from the brightness, “Fuck,” you rasp out.

Your heavy head lolls off to the side where you find an infusion pump standing tall over you in a bleak, white room. It’s not until you see it that you hear it beeping.

A tube is attached to it.

You follow it with your eyes to see the other end of it connected to your forearm.

These aren’t your bedsheets. The pale blue against the sickly white tells you it’s a hospital bed.

When your name is called, you turn your head slowly and carefully against the thin pillow propped underneath your head. Your neck aches but when you finally face forward, you see a doctor standing before you with Chibs and Tig behind him, both wearing relieved expressions.

“How are you feeling?” the doctor asks.

You open your mouth to ask him what the hell is going on, but stop when Tig holds up a hand to the doctor, “Just give us a minute, doc.”

The doctor skims over their kuttes before cutting a glance at you to silently ask is this okay? You nod once and wait for him to leave.

When he does, Chibs pulls up a chair next to your bed and sits down. “How are you, lass?”

“What happened?” you look between him and Tig who stands at the foot of your bed.

“You got in a car accident, honey,” Tig replied from the foot of your bed. “Pretty bad spill. We almost lost you there.”

“Jax.” His name flies out faster than you can piece together why. “Where’s Jax? We were driving together. He was there…” you trail off as you notice the pained looks Chibs and Tig share.

The memory comes flooding back to you: you cruising down the freeway in your car after finally maneuvering through aggravating traffic, some idiot making a last minute decision to switch into your lane, him cutting you off, and then…nothing. The details after that are non-existent, not that they matter since a new weight settles onto your chest, “Oh…yeah,” is all you can say once you realize.

“You had some internal bleeding so they took you into surgery,” Tig continues, navigating the conversation away from that pain point.

“They say you’re gonna be fine,” Chibs assures you despite it, “Just need to rest, is all.”

Disappointment cements itself in your heart as you realize you’ve returned to a world without Jax. The pain still hasn’t budged even though it’s been two years since he passed.

But for the sake of the men standing in front of you right now, you plaster on the best smile you can and say, “That’s good.”

[mrghostrat]

heyyy first of all i absolutely love your fics (Streamer AU is my fave but the teacher one was so cute too and i can already feel the BNF one growing on me) and the accompanying art is just amazing too! *chefs kiss*

my question is: how do you organise your fic writing? is everything in your head? do you plan it out beforehand or do you just make it up as you go?

i‘m also an aspiring fic writer and fan artist but i really struggle with getting things started and was wondering if you had any tips!

oh goodness no, my head isn't trustworthy enough to keep everything in there, so i sprawl everything out into Notion. i've jumped around various note apps over the years but this one is working great for me currently

watch ur step i have adhd.

my writing pipeline is:

i think of a fic. a 1-2 sentence summary goes in the Fic Ideas note so i don't forget about it (which is otherwise just a note full of writing/otp prompts from tumblr for random inspo)

if i think about the fic more, or have a more substantial idea, it gets its own note where i brain dump everything that comes to mind. lines of dialogue, tropes, expansion on ideas etc.

ok, i'm writing this thing. let's do this. i make ANOTHER new note for the plot or timeline of the fic. i plan a rough outline of the story beats and the major plot events here.

more about this part of my process here. but essentially i rewrite the outline with more detail for each individual scene.

when i'm ready to start writing the actual thing (i don't write until i have the overall plan finished), i make a new gdoc for it and refer to notion on the side.

[shrinkthisviolet]

It's Love Letters Night! Send love and positivity to your favorite writers and bloggers!

This got really long so I’m sticking it under a cut 😅:

@negative-speedforce you are absolutely amazing. I love your posts and fics, I love Siv, and I love how much you love Nora (your fic about both versions of Nora sharing a name and the ✨insecurity✨ that would cause lives in my head RENT-FREE) and!! You’re an Iris and Reva defender just like me!! 🥰

@vexic929 you’re so amazing and fun to talk to! You have such wacky off-the-wall ideas and you make them work so well and I love you for it 💞 Malcolm, Berrie, and Beth in particular are so dear to me, and so are their fics!

@goldheartedchaoticdisaster you’re so fun to talk to, especially the OUAT stuff lately 🥰 I also always appreciate seeing your comments on my fics, they’re always long and wonderful and you’re just a delight. I can’t wait to see how you write Rowan, I love Nicky and Stephanie, I love your characterization of Mike Barnes and his family (canon to me!! Everyone read “bad boy (no more)”, it’s so good), and your CK Mini-Rewrites? *chefs kiss* you should’ve written the show

@angst-is-love-angst-is-life you pulled me into my current whump fixation headfirst 😂 I love reading through the whump prompts on your sideblog (@whump-is-love-whump-is-life, for anyone who wants to check it out), and I love talking to you 🥰 you also make me cry with how much you hurt Barry in Trophy and 12 hours, but I respect the whumpy endeavors

@fezwearingjellybananas you’re such a delight 🥰 you pulled me into Snowest with “Milk and Sugar”, your fics are so fun to read (and often a niche/novel premise), and I love seeing your sweet comments on my fics! I also so love the cycle of inspiration we’re in 😂 (for context, they got inspired by my Morgan AU to write Speedster Siblings, which (along with Gone in a Flash) then inspired me to write my Daddy Issues AU)

@starstruckpurpledragon (aka @kitkatt0430), you are wonderful and amazing and you’ve written so many amazing fics and meta for this fandom!! You have great takes, super interesting ideas…and you’re so wonderful to talk to. You also (along with @alittleflashvibe) pulled me into Saverb with “You Must Live (For Me)” 😂 much appreciated for that

@alittleflashvibe you are a delight and incredible and your Barrisco takes are such a highlight of this webbed site 💞 you always get me to see something new in their scenes, it’s terrific. You also pulled me into shipping Barrisco in general 😂 (you and @starstruckpurpledragon, as I mentioned above)

@frosty-the-killer-doll hiii I know we don’t talk a lot but I just wanted you to know you’re incredible and I love your takes on Caitlin and Frost—you’ve gotten me to see them both in new ways (that web weaving post about how Frost’s instinct to protect was corrupted by vengeance?? That was inspired, and it’s only one of your many great takes about her and Caitlin!). I also love love LOVE the Jesse fic you wrote, it’s like you read my mind fr 💞 love having you as my mutual

@icedteaandoldlace you’re so wonderful too! I’ve loved following along with your comments as you read my Morgan AU…and you’ve given me such a wonderful appreciation for Kamilla and Kamisco. Your Kamilla & Caitlin friendship fic is so sweet and I love it to pieces

@blackaquokat where to even begin 😅 we’ve been mutuals for like…what, years now? I don’t even remember how it started, but I DO remember your WKM fics and how incredible they are 🥰 your OC for the DA is absolutely how I view them, and your fics are so canon to me, you deserve all the love for crafting such a meticulous world from the pieces Mark gave us.

@seek--rest your fics are OUT OF THIS WORLD and so are your takes!! You’re one of my favorite Spidey fic authors (and that’s a very short list 😂), you’ve gotten me to see him and MJ in such incredible new ways (Irondad but make it MJ!! Ingenious!!), and you have great takes overall (your post-Blip meta my beloved!!), here and in the discord. You also wrote the May & Sally fic of my DREAMS!! Some people might call you an “absolute displeasure to know”, but I couldn’t disagree more, you’re wonderful 💞

@abcd-em on the note of “Irondad but make it MJ”, Vagary lives in my head rent-free 💞 you’ve written PeterMJ in so many wonderful ways, but that in particular really sticks with me. And you’re such a sweet person in general

@hollow-dweller speaking of great takes…hollow you’re practically oozing with them, here and on the discord. I always come away learning something, and you just have so many amazing thoughts?? Also I keep thinking about the Peter & Jessica fic you wrote like…oh my god?? Inspired?? I must applaud you 👏👏

@robbyykeene your CK takes are so incredible, you’re the first account I go to for them, I love reading your posts. You’re so right 💞

@leohttbriar i adore your fics! Your Samtory ones live in my head rent-free, and so does “for what do we live (but to make sport for our neighbours)” like!! You Get It!! You Get Penelope and Charlotte!!

@jenpsaki I can hardly talk about Samtory and not mention you, when you’re the one who pulled me into this ship with “different but same” 🥰 and thank you so very much for that

@arrthurpendragon you are a key pillar of the OC community and so wonderful 🥹 thank you for hosting that exchange event back in July of last year, it pulled me into the OC community and I’m so grateful for it

@lady-of-the-spirit you’re delightful to talk to, you have great takes for pretty much everything (ESPECIALLY Star Wars), I love Hestia, and I’ve never seen HOTD but I love how passionate you are about Alicent 💞

@basimibnishaqs speaking of having great takes about Star Wars…🥰 Rey & Luke being father and daughter especially, I LOVE your posts on the subject. And this fic you wrote about them!! An AU ofc but so very sweet to me 💞

@practically-an-x-man you and I are fairly new to being mutuals but I love having you as one 💞 still chugging through the Ophelia fic, but I love it so far! And ofc as I mentioned before, you write AMAZING whump (as shown in this incredible fic!)

@azaablue your ATLA fics are out of this world, but “beautiful boy” and “Push and Pull” in particular always sticks with me 💞 all the kudos in the world, you Get It, and you’re so wonderful. A gem in the ATLA fandom

@calliopieces your Maiko fics are a GEM in The ATLA fandom, especially “crowning glory” 💞 you just Get Mai and her family situation, and especially Fire Nation girlhood, and I love this fic so much for it