#dougie if you're reading this I'm so sorry

[weedle-testaburger]

you know that post about 'weebs but for ireland'? i think my mum's turning into one

[winniemaywebber]

oh bestie those domestic prompts are so sweet!!! Could I request 19 for Jean & Harry and 11 for Olive & Dougie?

hi pookie!!!! sorry for taking so long <3

under the cut to save space. from this prompt list (inbox is still open for these!)

19. I feel so safe and warm in our cozy little nest - Jean x Harry

“I need that heading, Crosby. NOW!”

“Yes, sir, yes, sir,” he shrieks, fumbling with the maps in front of him. “Aaah, fuck!”

“Croz!” Dougie yells. “Come on, man! Figure it out, we're going down fast.”

“I'm trying, Douglass!”

“CROSBY!” It's Kidd this time, his voice coming across as sharp as his features. Crosby jumps; a yelp would have escaped his mouth if he hadn't controlled it.

“256. TWO-FIVE-SIX.”

All Harry can think of is Jean receiving that damn letter. Who would write it? Bubbles? Harding? For a moment, whatever they had to say about him didn't matter. He imagines his wife's sweet face crumpling as her heart breaks, reading the notice of death. He feels his heart drop, the fort hitting an air pocket, Blakely and Kidd keeping the fort level with all their might. Then, a voice.

“Prepare for crash landing. Get in position!”

Harry Crosby ungracefully sits himself on the hard floor, his coccyx taking a hit, the rush of pain making him sick to his stomach. James Douglass sits behind him, tugging him back towards his chest. He hears the small clank of metal, ragged, anxious breathing as Douglass pulls the tags out of his shirt and kisses the one that bears his girl's name. As they tear and scrape through foliage, there is only one thing on Harry's mind. His eyes squeezed shut, tears spilling out, he begins to yell like a lost little boy, his throat tearing.

“JEAN! JEAN! JEAN–”

“Bing! Wake up, my love, shhh. You're at home. You're in our bed, darling.”

A sheen of cold sweat has covered his entire body. His wife's beautiful brown eyes full of concern as she hovers above him, wiping away the hair that has stuck to his head.

“Again?” he groans, taking her hand and kissing it.

“Yes, darling, again. You were calling for me.”

“Damn Bremen,” he sniffs, flipping his pillow as Jean softly wipes at his brow with a cool wash cloth.

“There, Binger. Deep breaths now.”

“Thank you, my little wife. Thank you.”

She smiles softly, her cheeks glowing in the dim light of the room. “Remember what our friend Olive taught us,” she sighs, pulling back the bedsheets to join her husband again. “Count to ten.” She sees him mentally count, breathing much less ragged than a moment before. “Better?”

“Much,” he murmurs, eyes heavy again. He feels Jean pull more blanket around his body, tucking him in and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, darling.”

“You're welcome. Remember, you are home. And I am right here beside you.”

“I know. I feel so safe and warm in our cozy little nest.”

“Good. Sleep now, my love.”

He lifts his head from the pillow, beginning to nuzzle himself into Jean’s neck. He breathes her in, arms wrapping around her as he feels himself drift off, absolutely cocooned in love.

11. Every morning I fall in love with you all over again - Olive x Dougie

A feeble cry echoes from across the bedroom, shocking Olive out of her unconsciousness. A gasp leaves her, heart pounding from the sudden transition of deep sleep to awake. Beside her, her husband wakes with a shocked snort, head rising from the pillow quickly.

“I've got her,” he sniffs, rubbing his eyes quickly.

“No, it's okay,” Olive replies, rubbing Dougie’s shoulder to soothe him back to sleep. “It's my turn anyway.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, voice muffled by the pillows.

“Yes,” she nods, kissing him on the cheek. “We'll see you when you come downstairs. I'll make coffee as the bottle heats up.”

“You're a dream, Mrs Douglass.”

She giggles, padding over to the small crib at the other end of the room. There, a small swaddled bundle cries mournfully, feeling awful sorry for herself and her gassy, hungry tummy.

“Hello, little chicken,” Olive speaks quietly, scooping the baby up. “Good morning. What a good sleep, hm? Papa swaddled you up good. Cozy girl, huh?” The baby's snuffles are muffled as she snuggles in Olive’s neck, the very same way her father does when he wants to be held. “Come on, little one,” she murmurs. “Let's get breakfast.”

With coffee brewed and baby Sophia’s first bottle of the day warmed to her exact preference, Olive sits in the cozy armchair with her daughter, using one finger to stroke at her face as she drinks heartily.

“Slow down, Sophia,” Olive urges, seeing Sophia's blue eyes - the same sapphire blue as her Papa's - begin to grow heavy.

“There,” Olive coos, feeling herself begin to doze too. “All done now.” She holds the baby to her chest, the warmth of tiredness enveloping her and catching her off guard, willing her eyes to try and stay open so she can properly kiss her husband goodbye before he leaves for work. The inner protestations are useless, Olive asleep with her chin resting on the baby's head.

She feels a blanket being draped around them both, and a soft hand raking through her loose curls. “Hey, mama,” James greets in a soft whisper, the hand now gently stroking his daughter’s deliciously chubby cheeks. “You look cozy.”

“We are,” she breathes. “Didn't even know I was still tired.” Patting the baby's back as she stirs at the sound of Dougie’s voice. The pair shush her gently, both of their hands colliding as they comfort their baby simultaneously. Olive looks up at him, lips pouted for her goodbye kiss when she sees his features begin to soften.

“What is it?” she asks, eyes narrowing comically before reaching up to kiss him.

“Just this. I love it. I see this and every morning I fall in love with you all over again.”

Noses touching, they smile, looking down at the small baby in Olive’s arms.

“I can't believe she's finally here. It's just surreal.”

“It really is. And it's perfect.”

[ktredshoes]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @itstheheebiejeebies -- sorry it took me so long, ok, so I'm slow! (hey, do yourself a favor and go read Dana's time loop fic You Can't Be Dead, I Won't Allow it) and its alternate ending.

Anyhow, here's another preview of my Blakely/Douglass/ofc (inspired by @luminouslywriting's head canon, and undertaken with her permission, with a recent kick in the butt by @mercurygray) -- still in progress, but progress is being made:

"Look, Ev," said Jim Douglass, "you really have got to snap out of it. We've got a three-day pass and two hot dates, and if all you are going to do is mope about that girl, this is going to be a pretty miserable weekend." "Oh, screw you, Doug," Everett Blakely replied. "It's a good thing we're friends. Otherwise, I just might have to kick your butt." Douglass took this jibe like he took most of Blakely's jibes: with equanimity and by punching Ev in the shoulder. "Ow," said Ev. "I may have to kick your butt anyway if you don't cut that out." "Seriously, Ev. It's been weeks." "Dougie, I don't remember asking you for dating advice," Ev said. "Did I?" "No," said Doug. "But you agreed to go on this trip to Des Moines, and when I told you I'd make sure you had a date, you didn't tell me not to — but since then, every time I turn around, you're moping." "I am not moping!" said Ev. "Not moping." Doug slung an arm around Ev's shoulders. "OK, Ev, if that's your story, you stick to it."

No pressure tagging for @precious-little-scoundrel @upontherisers @reallylilyreally @basilone

[wexhappyxfew]

Hey! I hope you’re doing well🫶🏻 I’m not sure if you remember my last message about Pauli and Hambone but I’m still so excited to read about them! I’m currently re-reading everything for any lil snippets of them (and because I’m obsessed with Silver Bullets in general) and I can’t WAIT to read about them at Dye’s party ahhh! Sorry I don’t mean to rush you at all as I understand you are very busy outside of writing but I just love them so much already😭😭 and there’s barely any Hambone content so I just hope you know I will be sat whenever that piece drops! If they have no fans, I am dead. Also a huge fan of Carrie and Dougie🥹 my babies. Thank you for blessing us with them!!

WHY HI AND HELLO MY ANON FRIEND!!!!!!

me reading (and rereading) this message:

first more than anything - thank you so so much for the well wishes!!! currently finishing up the semester (when i say i am in the pits of finals szn i am quite literally begging for it to be over i am so emotionally drained and just DONE). so, truly thank you! <3

IN OTHER NEWS - i think i do remember a message about some pauli x hambone fans out there??!?!?!?!!? forgive me and my worn-out brain, but i do, genuinely, remember there were some people out there excited for the pauli x hambone content and that means SO MUCH!!! i have two half-written one-shots for them in my writings that i am HOPING to publish over my month long break from school!!! i took off from the lab i work in as well and hope to spend the time cozied up and writing!!! <3

WHICH MEANS -> SILVER BULLETS WRITINGS ARE COMING BACKKKKK!!!!!!

genuinely have missed writing for the girls so much and though this semester would allow me some time to do so, but i fear it has not! BUT - now i get to go back, finish up a bunch of prompts i never got to and write more on some of our duos that we love!!! (and ofc the SB girlies as a whole, my icons!)

my sweet anon friend the rereading to pick out snippets of duos i haven't fleshed out yet entirely is so real. I LITERALLY DID IT LAST WEEK LMFAOOO. along with pauli x hambone, i have viv ratcliff and everett blakely writings somewhere in my writings THAT NEED TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY!!!!! and so - you're excitement? oh it means the WORLD to me! and DYE'S PARTY?!?!?! oh i have PLENTY of ideas and half-written scenes for that moment, from multiple SB girlies perspectives hehe!! (i'm actually losing my mind with excitement now and need to take an exam in 2 and 1/2 hours lmao)

OMG!!! no worries at all!!! i love getting to jump on here and see the sweet well wishes and messages from people! you've all been so understanding and kind to me in this chaotic and busy period of my life and it means so much, truly! i can't thank you enough!! just know it goes a long way and messages like these mean the world :)

'if they have no fans, i am dead' - anon....you are so real, you are wonderful MWAH!!!!! (truly this message has me EMOTIONALLL!!!! but it's okay! i'm just stressed lmfao. ANYWAY!)

AND YOU'RE A CARRIE X DOUGIE FAN OMFGGGG - seriously, anon you are so wonderful, don't mind my chaotic af reply of all caps and general excitement, it just means a lot!

BUT - consider me excited to get back to writing and thank YOU for the love on this sweet message - truly pauli x hambone have it ALL - banter, softness, angst (so so much angst), and humor and i LOVE IT.

THANK YOU AGAIN ANON!!! YOU'RE TOO SWEET!!!

[devils-pirate-crew]

Dawson swallows sharply. He fidgets with the bandages on his left hand, toying with the knot at the base of his palm.

"You're well aware that malingering on this ship isn't tolerated," Siegs states. "It's in the articles you signed. If you're not doing your part, you won't be getting your share. And if you're not doing your part, trying to get sick just to get out of work, well. You're seriously ill." He taps his head to convey the point across - crazy, crazy, crazy.

Dawson nods, accepting the fact at this point. It's what he is, after all. He can't lie about that, too. His eyes dart to the exit. There's a storm brewing in his chest. He needs to get out of here. He needs to get out of here. He needs to get out of here.

"I don't know what's caused this," the quartermaster gestures with a general hand outwards, tracking Dawson's line of sight with a frown, "Recent change. You've been so much more flighty in the past few weeks. A couple of crewmembers have noticed."

"Who," Dawson finds himself spitting out before he registers it.

"That's not important," Jonas dismisses; then, the corner of his lip curls up in an almost-sadistic smirk. "Unless it is, to you. I wonder why. Angry you've been found out?"

"I - " the pilot's mate grits his teeth, staring into his lap. Despite how loud the Voices are, Siegs's words cut straight through all the noise, a sword pointed at Dawson's heart.

"Is that it?" Siegs's tone drips with false concern. "You need to be the center of attention? This isn't enough for you? So you've devised this whole plan to try to hurt yourself, get yourself good and infected again, and have us all jump around you because you miss being coddled?"

"No, it's not - " Dawson squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head, before he's cut off.

"Or is it that you just don't want to be here anymore?" Siegs rails on. "You're done?" He furrows his brow. "Someone told me you want to go back to the Navy. Turn us all in. Is that it? Is that what you want? You're going to forget - you're going to forget how we practically raised you? How Dougie taught you how to read, to write, to calculate distances and track currents? How Sevo showed you the ropes and how to rig them? How Nate - "

"Don't you fucking talk about Nate - or Mikey, either." Dawson's chest burns with something indescribable. "Don't you dare bring them up." His voice wavers.

"Did they give you the idea?" the quartermaster fires back. "And say they're only trying to protect you?"

"No, they - no. No. Don't bring them into this." He balls a fist around the fabric of his shore jacket, letting the fibers scratch his palm. "They did nothing wrong."

"And you did?" Jonas lifts his chin, having found his opening.

Dawson blinks at Siegs for a few moments, and - and a better man than him would speak up about it. Or punch his quartermaster in the face. Or something. Anything. But Dawson - Dawson's not a better man. He's barely a man at all, really. So he just chews on his lip, staring at the doorway. "...I'm sorry."

I'm sorry I wasn't good enough of a son, a brother, a worker, a crewmate, a friend. I'm sorry for these demons that refuse to leave me alone. I'm sorry I wasn't worth the effort to save me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Jonas quirks an eyebrow wordlessly. Dawson's pretty sure he wants him to keep talking, keep apologizing, but he doesn't know what to say. "I'm sorry," he repeats, as if that'll help the constricting feeling binding his ribcage, squeezing in, or the snippy insults the Voices keep throwing at him - or, at least, he's pretty sure they're insults. What else would they be?

[cursivebloodlines]

Dougie’s backstory is one of the most amazing I’ve seen and read and can’t wait to read the others of your handsome men. I’m all ears. What can you tell me about Dougie in a few sentences? His personality and what he does.

omg i'm literally still so shocked to be receiveing the loveliest messages like this??? would you like my heart? ITS YOURS that's genuinely so aaaaa omg.also i absolutely meant to post this last night but my brain was like SLEEP and i forgot all about it until hopping on my laptop just now. but tysm!!!! &lt;3

right so Doug! okokok what can i say about doug. i'm so sorry if this is not what you asked for but my brain is a mishmash of everything HAHAHA.

looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll

has too many cardigans for his own good tbh. when he's on a downer he has a very specific one that he'll wear, an indicator he's veering towards a depressive episode. that cardigan will be on him for days on end without removing it. it's just a comfort thing for him and something to keep him tethered to reality i guess

still a v soft person despite of all the shit he's been through. though this does leave him with a barrel of insecurities which he still quite obviously struggles with today. is an actual teddy bear, has a lot of love to give and just wnats to give it!!! to anyone who allows him

should probably come with a warning that says: FRAGILE. HANDLE WITH CARE.

will do anything for anyone but this also leaves people to easily take advantage of him, even if sometimes they don't mean to. he has become a bit better than that over the years but old habits die hard x

would probably lose in a fight

is working his dream job as a veternarian <3 eventually he wants to open up his own rescue shelter and look after all the pets aaaaa he would be so content with that omg.

classic overthinker fr and too sensitive for his own good but nobody's perfect!

honestly i could go on about him all day dgkjsgsdg he's my darling and probably most developed character out of them all, bless him. he's just Trying His Best ya know? i hope this is helpful for you i'm sorry if it's nonsensical i just!!! he's Baby. thank you so much again for the lovely words!! makes my day <3 hope you're having a wonderful day!!

[ilyasorokinn]

(day two) winner, winner, pumpkin dinner , dougie hamilton

note, this is part of my mini halloween series, so for the rest of the series, check out this masterlist. none of the fics in this series are connected, so they can be read as standalone. another note, don't know their partner's names and i don't care, so i'm making it up :) pair, dougie hamilton x reader summary, at the devil's annual halloween party, the host’s decide to have a couple's costume party, and the prize, for the winning couple, is loads of candy, a couple's massage, oh, and of course, pumpkins. warnings, nothing really word count, 789 words

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"This is the worst costume ever," Dougie complained as you stood above him, fixing the ears on his head.

"No, it's not. I don't know what you're talking about." You shook your head, "This is genius, Douglas."

"But why can't you...?"

"We've already been over this. It's funnier this way. Plus, it would be too predictable if I dressed up like that." You explained.

"I don't like this."

"I know. You've explained why you don't like it already." You nodded.

"Next year, I get to pick the costumes." He stated.

"Deal. As long as I don't end up in some cheesy costume."

"Darn, there goes the peanut butter and jelly costume." He joked.

"Don't even joke about that." You shook your head.

He laughed, "Hurry, go change. We're gonna be late."

-

"Are my ears straight?" Dougie asked from the passenger seat. He was looking at himself through the mirror, making sure the ears on top of his head were straight.

"They're straight." You nodded as you turned the corner towards the host's house.

He looked over at you as you pulled into a parking spot, "You're missing something." He stated, then reached into the backseat and pulled out one of his hockey helmets.

He placed it on your head, laughing when it slid over your eyes because it was too big, "Perfect. Now you look like the perfect hockey player."

"And you look like the perfect little puck bunny." You laughed as you unbuckled yourself and headed for the house.

You knocked on the door, and waited, adjusting your 'Hamilton' jersey, "Stop fidgeting. You look fine." Dougie reassured.

"I know." You took a deep breath, "I just really want to win."

"Right, 'cause we need more pumpkins and candy." Dougie playfully rolled his eyes.

"We can never have too many pumpkins." You reminded him. The door opened and before you could even get a word in, an already very drunk Nate answered the door.

"Sorry, we're at full capacity." He slurred, then slammed the door shut. You and Dougie stood on the porch in shock, trying to understand what had just happened.

The door opened and instead of Nate, it was his girlfriend, Jordan. She smiled, "Sorry about him." She moved aside and let you both walk in and it was then that she finally got a good look at your costumes, and she burst out laughing, "Going for gold, I see." She commented.

"Go big or go home." You nodded, flashing a proud smile.

"Well, you guys've got my vote." She told you, "Nate and I were gonna do something, but it didn't work so we're not even matching." She laughed.

"See, she thinks it's good." You looked over at Dougie and he rolled his eyes as he followed you into the house's central area. When everyone else looked at your costume, they all whistled and catcalled Dougie playfully, who took it all in and spun around.

-

The whole night, you were just waiting for it to end because you knew at that end, that was when they were gonna announce the winners of the costume contest.

"Now, the moment we've all been waiting for..." Jordan announced, grabbing everyone's attention, "The costume contest!" Everyone cheered, even the singles.

"All right, since we aren't in the running, Lindsey and I counted the votes. In 3rd place, with 10 votes, Gravy and Caitlyn." Gravy and Cailyn were dressed up as the chefs from Ratitouui. They even had a little Remy inside Gravy's little chef hat.

They collected their prize of big candy baskets that Jordan most likely put together herself, "All right, in second place, with 15 votes, Jesper and Anna." They collected their prizes as you anxiously waited for first place to be announced.

"And in 1st place, with a whopping 23 votes, drum roll please..." Drumrolls could be heard from around the room, "With 23 votes, Dougie and Y/N!"

You looked over at Dougie, who was sitting across the room. You locked eyes and stood up, a little discombobulated by all the cheering as you made your way to collect your prizes.

"So, here's your candy baskets, and your gift card for the massage and your pumpkins were too big so they're in the garage."

"Too big?" Dougie blurted. She nodded and led you into their garage where 3 giant pumpkins sat. They were seriously so big, they probably weighed more than a small child.

"What are we gonna do with these pumpkins?"

"Well, for decorations." You explained.

"That's it? I hope that's not it."

"Well, I wasn't expecting pumpkins this big, but we can make soup or something."

"We'll have soup till 2030." He joked.

"I hope you like pumpkin soup." You patted him on the shoulder.

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