#first time doing a blurb i hope its ok :)

[ssparksflyy]

EEK HELLO ISABELLA !! i immediately saw your post after you tagged me in it lolzzz congrats on 200 !! 🥳💗 i’ll request romantic leo for timeless, if you will? tysmm & congrats again ! xoxo 🫶

leo valdez who is literally obsessed with everything you do.

even before you were dating, he thought everything you did was magical. you didn't have to be the best at it, because to him, you were.

i dont think he'd have a dairy, but if he did, every entry would go something like "dear diary, today (y/n) did (something) and it was SO COOL" and then he'd continue to go on a ramble about how talented you are and how lucky he is to have you.

he's your biggest hype man, he'll always be there to support you. he's always complimenting you, making sure you feel loved and making sure you never underestimate yourself.

leo valdez who worships the ground you walk on.

[astrophileous]

Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹

Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.

Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.

Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.

"Hey—"

"Are you insane?"

You looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"

A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.

"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."

"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"

"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"

"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."

Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."

"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"

It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.

Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.

And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."

"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.

Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"

Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."

You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"

Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.

With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.

"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"

You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."

[therealcocoshady]

Somebody Save Me

A/N : Hey friends ! 🥰 My dear @shady-577 prompted me to write this little blurb, inspired by the vibe of the Somebody Save Me music video. I hope you enjoy it. It's a little angsty, but I'm making up for it with some comfort smut 😉.

Hi babe, you greeted Marshall when he walked in the house. How was the music video shoot ? 

Hey, he said. Went fine. M’exhausted. 

Yeah ? You asked. I can’t wait to see the result. When is it coming out ? 

Dunno yet, he hummed. 

Dinner’s almost ready, you announced. 

Great, he said emotionless. I’m gonna take a shower. 

Marshall left the room and went upstairs before you even had the time to say anything. He seemed off but, then again, he had spent two days on set for his upcoming music video. He hadn’t told you too much about it, though. From early on in your relationship, the two of you had set an agreement that work stayed at work. Your significant other was very much a workaholic and this allowed him to maintain a healthy work-life balance. Plus, since you’d been a fan of his long before actually meeting him, this meant you got to appreciate his work when it was ready to share with the world. Though he cared about your opinion, he never let you hear a track that wasn’t done. You weren’t really an expert when it comes to production anyway, much less a lyricist, and you certainly weren’t the one he would come to for advice. The only thing you knew about the music video he’d been shooting was that it was for Somebody Save Me, which was one of the most emotional songs on his latest album. It was one of your favorite and you couldn’t wait to see the result, most likely a few days before it was released for the world to see. Being Marshall’s girl had its perks after all. You finished making dinner and set the table. When Marshall emerged downstairs, his hair was still damp from the shower and he had changed into something comfortable. You could see the exhaustion on his face. Unsurprisingly so. He was often the first person on set and the last one to leave. During dinner, you did your best to make conversation but he wasn’t extremely talkative. 

Marsh… Are you ok ? You finally asked. 

Yeah. Sure, he shrugged. 

Do you want to talk to me about it ? You encouraged him. Tell me what it’s about. You haven’t even told me about the script ! 

I’ve had a long day, he said dryly. I don’t feel like talking about work when I woke up at 4 and just got home. 

Oh, you said. Sure. Sorry I asked. 

You ate in silence and he mumbled something about going to bed before getting up and pressing a quick and absentminded kiss to your temple, leaving you to clear the table. You stayed downstairs for a while after dinner, trying to distract yourself with some bad reality show. When you were tired enough, you went to your room and picked up Marshall’s tee-shirt, which he had only worn for dinner, from the hamper and put it on as a nightshirt. He was already asleep when you went to bed. You could only see his back, but you could hear his soft snores. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder before closing his eyes, hoping to find him in a better mood when you’d wake up. 

It was the middle of the night when you were woken up by a weird noise. Some sort of breathy grunt. You could hear Marshall’s laborious breathing, mixed with whines. You opened your eyes and turned to him. In the darkness of the room, only lit by the pale moonlight, you could see that his eyes were closed. You figured he was asleep and you almost went back to your slumber, until you heard another whine, almost a cry. He had told you before that, at some point in his life, he’d been prone to nightmares but you had never witnessed it. He had always been a rather peaceful sleeper. This was incredibly unusual for him. You heard him nearly choke and decided that you needed to wake him up. Whatever nightmare he was having needed to end. You gently cupped his cheek and called his name. 

Marshall, my love, wake up. 

He nearly jolted upon hearing you call him. You saw him open his eyes that were full of tears and stare into space, visibly stuck between dreams and reality, trying to figure out what was going on. 

I fell, he mumbled. 

No you didn’t, you said softly. You’re in bed. You’re alright. 

I was in the bathroom and I-I fell, he repeated. 

That’s when it clicked. On one occasion,  he had evoked the day he overdosed, recounting the events and how he fell in the bathroom, only to wake up in the hospital, days later. You guessed that shooting the music video for a song about his overdose triggered some bad memories. He had told you all about his past but your man wasn’t exactly one to show vulnerability too often. Seeing him like this was disturbing and it broke your heart. You could see the pain on his face and you wanted nothing but to take it away. 

You’re fine, you whispered. You are safe. 

You gently stroked his face and, after a couple of seconds, you could see him become more conscious. He closed his eyes, his chest heaving. You cupped his cheek and brushed his forehead, noticing how sweaty he was. The contact made him shiver a little, prompting you to remove your hand from his face. 

No, he pleaded. Come back. 

You placed your hand back on his cheek as tears started to roll on his face. You gently wiped them, shushing him, promising that he was alright, and so was everyone. 

I’m sorry, he sniffled. 

It’s fine, my love, you said reassuringly. It happens. 

It felt so real, he whispered. 

It was just a nightmare, you reminded him. 

Thank God. 

You pressed your forehead to his, silently praying that God would make his pain go away. Marshall pulled you closer to him, so that your chest was pressed against his. You could feel his heart being abnormally fast. 

What can I do ? You whispered. 

Just hold me, please. 

You hummed and nodded, shifting the position and allowing him to come in your arms. Your legs were intertwined and he buried his face in your neck. You ran your hands in his back, trying to soothe him, and he held you tight. You closed your eyes, expecting him to go back to sleep, but you felt him place a kiss in your neck, then another one. They went from soft pecks to open mouth kisses against your skin. 

His breathing intensified. It was heavy, needy. You could tell he was desperate for something to hold on to, to ground himself. And in that moment, that something was you. He tightened his embrace some more, his fingers digging in your soft skin through the teeshirt you were wearing. You ran your fingers through his hair, tracing circles, as he kept on mouthing at your neck. You tried to distract yourself from the fact that he was sending shivers down your spine. It felt wrong. You were not supposed to feel arousal when your man was hurting. But you couldn’t help it. Especially not when you could feel him hardening through his boxers. He started slowly grinding against you and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. 

Marshall, you whispered. What-

Please, he begged in a hoarse voice. 

He stared at you in the obscurity with pleading eyes that said it all. It was the look of a man  that needed something, anything to quiet the voices in his head. You could see the sheer pain on his face, you could sense the urgency in his breath. You cupped his face and nodded, letting him know he could take anything he needed from you. He closed his eyes again and dug his fingers deeper in your skin, as if he wanted to make sure this was real. His face found his way back to your neck and his hands found their way under your teeshirt, eventually removing the piece of fabric that was keeping him from feeling your skin against his. His touch was everything but gentle. It was rough and feverish. Marshall’s whole body was tense and you knew he was in desperate need for some release. He resumed his grinding, rolling his hips against you. You hummed softly, tightening your embrace around him and moving in sync. He let out a groan and stopped for a moment, just long enough to take his boxers off and toss your panties somewhere in the bedroom. He stared in your eyes and held your gaze as he spread your legs and positioned himself at your entrance, before allowing himself to sink into you, earning a moan. He closed his eyes as he buried himself into you, his hands gripping you. In turn, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. His thrusts were slow and deep, making sure to fill you to the hilt. He nuzzled your neck, letting our hoarse whimpers while you felt his body relax as he bucked into you. It seemed like the more he melted into you, the less tense he was. Marshall was usually the most generous of lovers, seeking your pleasure before his but this time was different. It wasn’t even about pleasure. It was about chasing away the demons, holding onto something tangible. You felt his tears on your skin as his hips stilled and he twitched inside of you. You held him close as he caught his breath. After a couple of minutes, he looked at you. 

Are you alright ? You asked. 

Better now, he whispered. Thank you. 

Anytime, you said as you cupped his face. Back to sleep ? 

Yeah, he mumbled. 

He laid back in bed and captured you in his embrace. You let out a yawn and closed your eyes, ready to fall back to sleep, and he gently grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss before placing it over his beating heart. 

[harrysfolklore]

idk if you’re still taking requests but you should do actress!yn who’s been a long time fan of harry since 1d and a fellow solo harrie and they’re the stars of this movie (maybe a romcom 🤔) and then y/n is so nervous around harry and he teases her?? then they realize they have so much in common and it’s just fluff everywhere 🥲

this is honestly one of my favorite blurbs i’ve ever done and i hope you love it as much as i do! enjoy and thank youuu for the request

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Too Sweet - Hozier x Anthony Bridgerton 🤭🤭🤭

oh my god, my first Anthony fic. So, I really hope I do this justice, though, disclaimer, it is probably not what we were expecting with this prompt combo. I for sure didn't think this is where I would take it, but that's just how it goes with writing, I suppose.

Anyway, thank you for also being my first 2024 Spotify Blurb aaahh it's so good to be back haha. ok, but anyway enjoy

word count: 1.1k warning: mention of commitment issues. 3rd POV. workaholic anthony

Spotify Blurb Event ~ Masterlist TBA

#2 Too Sweet - Hozier

You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

The candlelight flickered, announcing its last minutes of life. Though the measly attempt for attention was hardly noticed by the man sitting at his large oak desk. Overfilled with dictations of family accounts, investments, and other correspondence, there was barely enough space for him to let his hands rest. As the little fires around him dimmed into darkness, it was his eyes that began to burn with fatigue and his throat as he downed the last of his whiskey. It numbed everything around him, not that there was much more besides the work that occupied his mind for the entire day. 

He was so taken up in the documents, in fact, that he had not heard the footsteps outside in the halls that softly treaded their way to the heavy doors separating him from the rest of the world. Not even the creaking of door hinges pulled him out of his focus. Only the soft sound of her voice calling his name. 

‘Anthony?’ 

Startled, as if woken up from a deep sleep or perhaps a curse, Anthony looked up. Just like that, he grew aware of his surroundings: the pure darkness outside the windows that had encapsulated his office now as well, the ache in his back and neck from hunching over the parchments, and, specifically, the beautiful figure standing in the doorway. 

‘Are you coming to bed?’ She asked.

‘Yes, just—’

‘We both know it is never just one more account, my lord.’ She said, and even in the darkness, Anthony could tell a small smile adorned her lips. One of bemusement but also sadness. It was, after all, not the first time she had caught him working into the late hours of the night. On the contrary, it was a rare occasion for him to fall asleep at a moderate time. As with most things in life, the natural motions of the sun were merely a suggestion for Anthony Bridgerton. 

‘You’re right,’ he chuckled at her comment, finally putting down the quill and immediately it was like a weight was released off his wrist. He twisted his hand and let the joint crack in satisfaction. ‘But know, I do not expect you to fetch me every evening. It is not your duty to put me to bed.’ 

‘It is my duty to care for the man that cares for me.’ She stated matter-of-factly, if not simply sternly. ‘Especially when he does not seem to take much care of himself.’ As Anthony had reached her side by the door, she halted him with a gentle placement of her palm to his chest, observing the uneven state of his shirt buttons, which he must have adorned for the entirety of the day. As it was far past any regular bedtime, and with no use in closing the shirt once more, she undid the buttons, freeing Anthony from the material. He could not help but glance down as her hands moved down his body so elegantly. 

Perhaps it was his weary state, but he could not help his wandering mind travel to the memories of the first time this interaction between them had occurred—the discarding of clothes, though much rougher in procedure than what it had become over time. A truth far derived from Anthony’s chivalrous manner, and one which would never leave his lips til the day he passes, is that he had imagined the occurrence the moment he had laid his eyes on her. A ridiculous, primitive notion only to suit the needs of the rake that he truly was. 

The hours after their first meeting, Anthony’s mind was riddled with two contradicting thoughts, both prodigious in conception. For one, he had never before felt such a desire for a woman. With her beauty and kindness, this softness in physicality and temperament, a sweetness to fulfil and satisfy all the senses. A softness that his rigidness would do nothing upon but harm, which is why he also felt the strong obligation to distance himself from her as much as possible. 

He knew himself well enough to know that though she may be the woman filling his dreams each late night, he was not the man for her to spend her waking days with. Pursuing her affection would be a selfish act on his part. When he saw her dancing, he felt no right to her hand, let alone her lips or any other fragment of her body. 

Time was meant to be the answer. Anthony supposed that as the months went by, this silly infatuation would pass, that things would change, and, whichever way fate would take him, the frustrations would ease. 

Whichever way, but surely Lady Fortuna would never bring her to him. Not so explicitly as a frustrated–exasperated– march across the gardens, her hand in a tight grip over his wrist, and a pull away from the onlookers and their evergrowing murmurs. 

With the many things running through his mind, Anthony was still unsure how his first direct words to her managed to be a scoff of, ‘This is highly improper.’

‘As improper as you having evaded my existence for the past half year?’ 

‘I–’ Those who knew him knew Anthony to be rarely found at a loss for words, but staring at her at this very moment, as the peonies were in full bloom, he had nothing to say for him. All logic escaped him, or rather, he had freed himself from reason. The rationale behind his past actions felt foolish, only to be confirmed with her kind laugh. 

‘Anthony Bridgerton, you are the most ridiculous man I have ever met.’ And again, Anthony was found silent, but this once, it was not for a lack of words, but rather that she had not gifted him with an opportunity to speak, to begin with. 

With her lips pressed passionately against his, the world faded away. A feeling so new that still never seemed to age or dim with any future kiss that followed. Even now, years later, even when Anthony’s worries about their match resurfaced on such late nights. Where he wondered if he was ever good enough for her or if he could ever live up to the love he promised her, it all dwindled away into a distant whisper until it vanished for good. There was nothing else but him and her. 

Anthony felt his entire body release the tensions of hours past. With a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of his wife’s nearly washed-off perfume, he let go of everything but her. As the lovers kissed in each other's arms, far off in the distance of the ton, the tower clock struck, and the church bells rang in echoes of their final chord of the day. 

the end.

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[nolita-fairytale]

did you ever end up writing the phone call blurb?? i am STRUGGLING to find it and im so desperate 😭😭😭

called you again (extended)

a/n: ok so i never got to writing the actual phone call that transpires between carmy and reader, that gets her to chicago in the first place. and if i recall correctly, @cool-girl-is-hot was also patiently awaiting this phone call. since i'm doing the follower celebration, what a perfect time for me to bring this back, @bunnywritesmarvel.

You answer the call before you can talk yourself out of it, immediately putting it on speaker. 

“Hi,” you say, your voice shaking a little. 

And it’s as if a fog clears, like you've been waiting to hear it for a long time.

“Hi,” he replies, his voice soft, yet hesitant.

You're met with a long silence on the end of the other line as the two of you dance around whatever it is Carmy called to say. There's a part of you that wants nothing more than to spill everything, lead the conversation like you always do, but after months of radio silence, you know you can't do that. If Carmy wants to reconnect, then he's got a whole of groveling to do considering he pretty much ghosted you since he moved back home.

"I uh. I heard," he finally says, in reference to your recent change of employment.

"Oh," you sound, your voice higher in pitch than you imagined it would be as you scramble to find a better word than 'oh.' "I... um. Yeah. My heart wasn't in it anymore."

What you want to say is, my heart moved to Chicago and forgot how his fucking phone works.

"Yeah," Carmy replies, and you can practically hear him pacing back and forth as he searches for something to say.

You share another silence, this one much more tense than the last, like a hot pot of water about to blow its lid off in pressure, as you wait for him to ask you something -- anything. How hard could it be?

How are you? What's been going on? Sorry I haven't called.

But he doesn't say anything of these things. Instead, when he finally speaks again, all he says is:

"So listen. I uh-, I got this guy. He’s- he’s self taught but he’s got a lot of potential,” Carmy explains, his delivery becoming more and more confident as he hides behind the work.

“He just needs a good teacher – someone to inspire him – give him some of the foundations he would’ve gotten in culinary school. I think uh, I think you'd like him.

So after four months of no contact he... needs something from you? You can't help the feelings of anger and disappointment that grow inside of you.

Was he upset that you quit the restaurant -- here to talk you into going back -- now that he needed a favor? A stage?

“Just for a week, maybe?" Carmy suggests, his voice going up at the end, almost as if it's a question.

"I can’t pay you much but uh, well we’ve got a little money, which is a whole other story, and I can talk to my brother-in-law. He can put you up somewhere… you know… if you want to. If that helps.” 

Oh.

He's asking you to come to Chicago.

While it feels like it changes things, you're still ambivalent and you certainly don't want to get your hopes up.

"Carmy..." you trail off on an exhale. "I don't know."

"Sure," Carmy nods, chewing on his lip, suddenly feeling extremely self conscious about asking you in the first place.

He wants to take it all back, tell you it was a stupid idea, and apologize for even saying something in the first place. But he doesn't. He can't. Because after working himself up to call you for the last few hours, there's no way he's going to back out now.

Let it rip, Bear.

"I uh... well, I understand. If can't-. Don't want to. Maybe I shouldn't've uh..." Carmy stammers through, the heat rising to his cheeks.

"It's just uh. Tim told me... you might be looking for some inspiration."

Right.

You pause before asking:

"Can I... Can I think about it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Sure," Carmy is quick to answer, because he really wants to make this okay for you.

For the both of you.

And because hearing your voice for the first time in four months feels better than he ever could've imagined.

"Okay. I'll uh... I'll think about it," you drag out, because you know you'll need some time to process this.

"Listen, I uh. I'm late to meet Liz. But I'll let you know. Either way."

"Yeah, okay. Okay," he answers, nodding eagerly.

"Okay," you reply, listening to Carmy bid you a soft spoken goodbye before ending the call.

"Holy shit," you hiss, putting your phone down on the table, your hand folded over your heart as you can feel it race.

Well, you've got quite the decision to make.

[dejabooooo]

Gravity Falls Characters Pokemon Teams- Part 1: Stanley

Ok! Here is what I think Stan’s Pokemon team would be! I took this shit SERIOUSLY. I studied the Pokédex for a few hours and tried to incorporate Pokemon that had themes, personalities, and motivations that would fit into his storyline well.

In depth little story blurbs about how they’d meet and get along under the cut!

1. Maschiff (Rascal Pokemon) > Mabostiff (Boss Pokemon)

Maschiff Pokédex entry: “It always scowls in an attempt to make opponents take it seriously, but even crying children will burst into laughter when they see Maschiff’s face.”

Maschiff was Stan’s first Pokemon. They met when Stan was a small child. Though Maschiff is a Pokemon that is always seen as a sort of a wimpy runt of the pack and is usually brushed off, he always stands up for himself. Stan came across Maschiff for the first time while he was being bullied on the beach by a group of Crabby. He attempted to come to the puppy’s rescue though he wasn’t very successful and ended up getting pinched a lot before they were both forced to run away. Still, this left an impression on the pup and he started to follow Stan around. He sprung into action when he saw the playground bullies gang up on Stan. His attempt at protecting his friend was just as unsuccessful. The bullies did nothing but laugh at his cute snarl. Even so, Stan and Maschiff always looked out for each other, despite kinda sucking at it.

Growing up, Maschiff was closest to Stan but loved Ford too. He’d never officially been caught so it was more like he belonged to them both. When Stan left, Maschiff chose to remain loyal to Stan, but missed Ford in his absence almost as much as Stan did.

Mabostiff Pokédex entry: “Mabosstiff loves playing with children. Though usually gentle, it takes on an intimidating look when protecting its family.”

Soon after Stan moved into Ford’s home in Gravity Falls, Maschiff evolved into Mabostiff. Mabostiff is a bulky, strong Pokemon that really came into his own. The power he earned didn’t come without a price, however. He and Stan faced many a brutal adversities to become stronger together. He had developed a bit of a somber disposition, sympathetic for his trainer, but grew happier when Soos became a part of the picture. He usually appears old and lazy, curled up at Stan’s feet while he watches TV, and sleeps on the floor a lot, but he’s always the first to be fiercely protective of Soos and the kids if any danger presents itself. He knows what it’s like at the bottom so he’s inclined to protect the weak and is loyal Stan and his family over all else.

2. Crabrawler (Boxing Pokemon) > Crabominable (Wooly Crab Pokemon)

Crabrawler was actually given to Stan by Filbrick at the same time he signed him up for boxing classes in hopes that a strong sparring partner would toughen him up. He is a fiercely competitive boxer and was immediately able to pummel Stan and Maschiff with ease despite only being two feet tall. He takes winning very seriously and is a terribly sore loser. Even though Stan often ended up covered in bruises from training with him or from when he lashed out at him for being too lax for his liking, Crabrawler is still a bit of a goofy little guy who gets into his own fair share of trouble due to his smug overconfidence in his strength. He’s strong but certainly not the strongest of all. By the time Stan is an older teenager, the two of them get along well, two peas in a pod, both now inclined to flaunt their strength.

Crabominable Pokedex entry: “It aimed for the top but got lost and ended up on a snowy mountain. Being forced to endure the cold, this Pokémon evolved and grew fur.”

Crabrawler also evolved into Crabominable almost as soon as Stan arrived in Gravity Falls, the climate there being the necessary condition to do so. As their unfortunate fate would have it, giving up his goal of being the strongest boxer alongside Stan was what forced his growth much like his companions. His brute strength is unmatched, stronger than it’s ever been, but he’s much slower, much more fragile. He doesn’t think about the future now, he only thinks with his fists.

3. Mimikyu (Disguise Pokemon)

Mimikyu Pokedex entries: “A lonely Pokémon, it conceals its terrifying appearance beneath an old rag so it can get closer to people and other Pokémon. … Its actual appearance is unknown. A scholar who saw what was under its rag was overwhelmed by terror and died from the shock. … Although it’s a quiet, lonely Pokémon, if you try to look at what’s under its rag, it will become agitated and resist violently. … Its disguise made from an old rag allowed it to avoid an attack, but the impact broke the neck of the disguise. Now everyone knows it’s a Mimikyu. … There will be no forgiveness for any who reveal that it was pretending to be Pikachu. It will bring the culprit down, even at the cost of its own life. … It stands in front of a mirror, trying to fix its broken neck as if its life depended on it. It has a hard time getting it right, so it’s crying inside.”

Mimikyu is another Pokemon that Stan met when he was young. She was initially shy and always hid in the shadows, running away when she was noticed. Little by little Stan was able to get closer to her and learn more about her. She remained too shy to approach Ford. Mimikyu is a Pokemon who helplessly endangers those around her as she is no matter how much she tries to win their approval and affection, so she does her best to take on the appearance of Pikachu who is loved by all. Ford never understood why Stan was able to get close to her while he wasn’t, Stan never told him why.

Years later, at the mystery shack, Stan features her as an attraction–claiming she’s a rare Pikachu that grants good fortune to all who see her (it costs a fortune in the first place to see her, however). Since she and Stan aren’t very good at maintaining her disguise, sometimes her faux neck will break while being displayed and horrify the tourists. If someone threatens to leave without paying, Stan shows them what’s under Mimikyu’s rag. This works and they usually throw in a substantial tip out of fear courtesy. Mimikyu is simply happy to play the part, just glad people see her as a Pikachu.

When Ford returns from the portal, before he makes up with Stan, she is downright aggressive toward him. Even after the brothers make up, she holds animosity for Ford that takes a long while of happy sailing to slowly dissipate.

4. Meowth (Scratch Cat Pokemon) > Persian (Classy Cat Pokemon)

(When Alex was asked what Pokemon GF characters would have, he said Stan would have Meowth so this one’s canon!)

Meowth Pokedex Entries: “Meowth withdraws its sharp claws into its paws to slinkily sneak about without making any incriminating footsteps. … Wanders the streets on a nightly basis to look for dropped loose change.”

A fellow vagabond looking for dough that Stan met after being kicked out. He found her looking scruffy and neglected on the streets, hissing at him over the coin he was about to pick up. He knew he had to take her in right then. He won her over by giving her the little loose change he had in his pocket. She ends up being a very dependable little buddy, her Pickup ability coming in handy often.

Don’t come into the Mystery Shack with anything shiny, she’ll snag it without you noticing she was ever there.

Evolves into an elegant Persian while sailing (will elaborate significance of this when I get to Ford’s team). He’s happy when she does, she reminds him of his mother’s Liepard.

5. Thievul (Fox Pokemon)

Stan’s partner in “literal” crime.

Thievul is a cunning phantom thief who steals not out of necessity, but for the fun of it. He loves the challenge of it. He is a showman who steals via clever tactics rather than brute force. In the beginning, he was a Pokemon whose mark was the Mystery Shack. Sly enough to steal food right from under Stan’s nose while he was distracted with tours, and fast and strong enough to evade Mabostiff and Meowths’ attempts to foil him.

However, while scoping the Mystery Shack, he realized that Stan is a skilled con man himself. Thievul started to admire his methods, recognizing his respect for the art of conning, using charm and sleight of hand to swindle his unsuspecting victims.

So, he joins Stan. Stan is wary at first, and Thievul is very demanding about his cut.

But soon Thievul becomes the signature mascot of the Mystery Shack/partner of Mr. Mystery. They work as an impeccable team during tours. There isn’t a single tourist without an empty wallet by the end of it.

6. Dhelmise (Sea Creeper Pokemon)

Dhelmise Pokedex entries: “The soul of seaweed adrift in the waves became reborn as this Pokémon. … After a piece of seaweed merged with debris from a sunken ship, it was reborn as this ghost Pokémon.”

Stan’s final and most formidable Pokemon yet. He doesn’t meet it until he and Ford are sailing. It is the very first Pokemon he fights to capture rather than it joining him of its own volition as the others did. It puts up an incredible fight, but Stan earns his long fought victory, earns its trust and faith in him.

Ford tells him of how these Pokemon are reborn from sunken ships and there’s no way Stan could know from what wreckage it came from, but he has a hunch.

[wileys-russo]

i have LOTS of questions so i decided to write them all at once (hope you don’t mind)😭

1. where do they go to their first vacation? i can imagine eli being okay with it but how do ale, alba, mapi and ingrid react? i can imagine alba and mapi being like all calm and like “ahh just let them be young and have fun” and alexia and ingrid all stressed out thinking about everything that could go wrong😭

2. not a question but kind of a question? (and also this is more for @girlgenius1111 but since she is recovering from surgery and you will have free time i decided to write to you) but, I need a fic with fresa is looking after scout. like is this happening when fresa and sol still don’t know each other (and mapi just asks fresa to look after scout for sol)? like when they met while mapi was giving fresa the car tattoo? and is sol still incredibly shy when handing over scout? like when they first met? or are they friends already? or maybe even girlfriends? i NEED to know the tea!!

3. do you know the olive theory? like the one that hates olives and the other that loves them so they take them? (in the end both hate olives) is this applicable to sol and fresa (maybe with other foods)??

4 what is their absolute favorite thing to watch together? and similarly do they show each other some cliché Tv shows in spanish/norwegian? (in my country we have a tv show called family affairs and tbh it’s the cringiest thing i have ever seen, and if i ever have a girlfriend this is the first thing i am going to show her because she NEEDS to experience the cringe of other cultures)

5. who is the one to wake up super early and who is to one to go to sleep at an ungodly hour?

6. another question that very much involves @girlgenius1111 but let’s suppose that sol makes up with her mom and wants to meet with her, how does fresa react? is she super protective? is she supportive? is she a mix of both? does she freak out? is she ready to take out box gloves and beat everyone?

7. once again the opinion of the queen herself @girlgenius1111 is needed but how does sol react to finding out that the relationship between fresa and alexia/alba is very stranded? obviously sol likes alexia but she doesn’t know her on a personal level super well, what does she do when she finds out that it’s not as perfect as it seems? that they may have more in common that she initially thought? the same goes for fresa finding out about sol’s relationship with ingrid, like it’s different but in some ways very similar. i suppose both feel very abandoned? how do they get through that?

ok i have even more questions but i need to stop now or i may yap till the end of the day. anyway sorry for such a long ask. feel free to not answer (if i were you i would just ignore this tbh) or “not answering, find out later” is just as acceptable. whatever you feel like tbh!!!

anyway i love this story that you and k! have created together, you both are very special writers and i VERY much appreciate what you do and write, anyway take care and lots of love🍓☀️❤️ (if anything i have written doesn’t make sense i had a bottle of wine and my first language isn’t english😭)

idk if it counts as a vacation but early on into knowing one another but not yet quite dating they go to madrid together alone for a concert! you are absolutely correct lmao alba and mapi help them get their train tickets and drive them to the station, meanwhile alexia and ingrid are too busy stressing they're too young to go alone and they'll wind up kidnapped or something dramatic

K and I were talking about this literally yesterday and trying to work out a timeline for all the blurb ideas we have for Sol and Fres + how it all ties into filling the void and family line! but yes fresa looks after scout for a week (he comes to stay with her and Eli) when Sol goes to Norway with Ingrid and Mapi, but thats after they've been dating for awhile. the first time Fresa meets Scout its before she even realises she likes Sol, but Sol is shocked at how much Scout seems to love Fresa (aka dog whisperer putellas)

they actually both like pickles on burgers but pretend not to when they think the other doesn't, so neither of them end up eating the pickles despite actually having a mutual love for them (same goes for olives)

mmm i don't know a whole lot about tv shows outside of where i'm from but i imagine both Sol and Fres have a mutual love of trashy reality tv shows. specifically the kardashians and any sort of dating show like love island, too hot to handle etc. they both spend the entire time complaining about how awful the show is but also, never miss an episode. they also love to binge true crime dramas together, and Fresa loves medical programs but she knows she can't watch them around Sol because Sol faints at even the slightest sign of blood

Fresa is a morning person (Alexia's influence) and Sol is a night owl!

Fresa is very cautious how she speaks about Sol and Ingrids mum, obviously she knows whats happened and it breaks her heart that anyone could treat such a perfect human like that. but she also knows theres parts of Sol that still love her mum and Fresa doesn't want to go too hard on the 'your mum is such a piece of shit for treating you like that' train and upset her girlfriend. so she lets Sol take the lead in conversations about her mum and is careful how she responds!

By the time Sol and Fresa start to properly interact its after everything has gone down between Fresa and her sisters and they're well on track back to being as close as they used to be. But when Sol first opens up to Fresa about how she ended up in Spain living with her sister and the strains of their relationship early on in her stay, Fresa opens up about her own struggles with that and they bond over it. Fresa is a lot more forthcoming with information but Sol doesn't trust as easily so it takes a little longer for Fresa to really understand the extent of the struggles in her life when she lived in Norway thank you for all of these they really made me (and K) think!! i know some people might think its stupid to go so in depth about creating a life for a made up character but it really is a fun escape and i love creating Fresa's little universe, and its nice to write about a wholesome queer teenage relationship because they get done so dirty in tv shows most of the time! 🍓🍓 @girlgenius1111

[thisismeracing]

hey you! congrats on this new milestone 🥺🩷 i wanted to request mick + champion + smut. and don't burn yourself writing ok? take breaks and remember we love you very much ❤️💜🧡

Champion | MS47

⸺ the one where his celebration happens between four walls. ✓ graphic description of sex. +18. Minors DNI!

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He didn't stay long at the party his team was hosting for him. He did not intend to celebrate with everyone, and though he felt terrible for a second, he kept telling himself he did celebrate at the podium. He gave interviews, talked, drank, and rode the high of finally getting his first world title.

Mick Schumacher was a world champion.

And his champion's wish was to celebrate with Yn and only her. She was the one who had been with him since the very beginning. Highs and lows. Rain or sunshine. Yn was there. Even when she couldn't do it physically, she always left post-it notes he would randomly find inside his suitcase, between his clothes, and in his pocket.

That's how he found himself drinking champagne from Yn's body, hearing the party noises at the street of his hotel through the open windows, but only paying attention to the noises coming out of Yn's mouth.

Mick nipped the skin of her neck, alternating between kissing and biting the exposed flesh, all while pressing his solid body against hers.

"I love you so much," he whispered, reaching for his Podium cap and putting it on Yn's head.

She giggled, straightening it and bringing his lips to hers in a messy kiss that tasted salty and sweet at the same time, "I'm so proud of you, Micky."

All the noises and thoughts faded the second Mick buried himself in her heat. Their fingers laced together, and her legs wrapped around his narrow waist bringing him even closer, making him grind against her clit, and plucked nipples. They fit like a puzzle.

"I spent the whole day thinking about celebrating with you, fucking you," Mick confessed, his eyes closed, his movements frantic, searching for that mind-numbing orgasm he knew they were close to.

"I still can't believe you sneak us out like this for a quick fuck," she joked, and he gave her a sinful smirk, reaching for her boob and squeezing it.

"Who said it's a quick fuck?"

And before she could answer Mick pulled all the way out, only to bottom up to the hilt bringing Yn to a sensual haze. "I'm keeping you all night, Schatzi. And it's a good thing they know about it, so next time they'll spare the invitation, and we can just skip to our private party altogether."

and to party they did. The whole night.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Thank you sm for making sure I'm taking care, nonny <3 I ended up burning myself indeed lol but Im back and a bit better *virtual hug* I hope I did your request justice though its a short piece.

[happytroopers]

Lessons in Self Defense // Howzer x Reader

Summary: little blurb about how quickly a Captain’s self defense seminar can turn into something else, especially in Ryloth’s afternoon sun.

Warnings: suggestive implications nothing mentioned explicitly, not even pg13, mostly fluff

"Ok, plant your foot- a little wider," Howzer paused to try to hide his grimace when your foot slid out a little too wide, which threw your balance off, "Not that wide, honey."

"Yeah, I gathered that." You snipped backed, cheeks puffing as you blew a piece of your hair out of your face before readjusting your feet. Howzer’s lip quirked up into a smirk at your sass, tapping your ankle with the toe of his boot to make you angle better.

"Better." He breathed, almost instantly dropping into a fighting position. When the captain did it, he looked graceful, powerful… dangerous. Standing across from him, trying to mirror it, you just felt… awkward, "Ok, now try to hit me."

Immediately, you dropped the stance, shaking your head, "Howzer, I’m not hitting you."

"(Y/N), the only way to learn is to practice." He reminded you for what seemed to be the hundredth time, not rising from him stance. Still, you shook your head defiantly.

"I don’t want to hurt you, Howz."

That was what made drop his stance, or at least half way as he laughed out right at you. Your cheeks flushed with heat as he laughed at you, fortunately the blistering Ryloth heat had already given you a permanent blush so he couldn’t outright read your embarrassment.

"I take it back. I’ll hit you now." You muttered as his laughter died down. As frustrated as you were with your lack of talent for fighting, it was nice to hear him laugh so loudly. Seeing your unamused deadpan, he tried to temper his amusement.

"And that’s very kind of you, honey, but I promise, you can’t hurt me." He promised you with a wink.

He seemed at ease here, in a secluded spot behind General Syndulla’s estate. Teaching, or at least attempting to teach you some basic self defense. Though you were fairly sure it was just another reason to sneak off together. His teal painted armor was piled up nearly a couple feet away, leaving him in only his blacks from the waist up. Had it been five degrees hotter, he would have discarded those too. But, you were already distracted enough as it was.

Seeing that you still weren’t crazy over the idea of actually hitting him, he sighed bemusedly, not for the first time wondering how someone like him lucked out with someone like you. This time, he back up a bit and held up both of his palms, as if expecting two high-fives.

"How about this?"

Behind his held up hands, his eyes were soft, hopeful. Howzer had always been hard to say no to. You sighed, dropping back into stance. His grin stretched, "Good girl."

You tried not to let your face betray what affect those words had on you as you held your fists up the way he showed you. Without further deliberation, you struck as he had taught you.

Right, left, right, while keeping whichever hand wasn’t striking close to guard your face.

"Just like that. Do it again, harder." He instructed. As he had said, the solid contact did feel good- made you feel powerful even if Howzer didn’t budge. He grinned at your excited smile.

So, you did it again, hurling your fist harder, and then again. He had wrapped your knuckles earlier, doing it painstakingly slowly with enough suggestive eye contact that you had almost forgot about training, but now you were glad he did. Even with the extra layer, your hands and wrists already ached- a dull throbbing shooting up your bones. But his encouragement kept you going until you were sweating.

When he could tell your hits were getting softer and shakier, he took a step back on purpose. Being so in the zone, you didn’t realize until your fist missed its mark and you had no choice but to follow it’s momentum. Straight into Howzer’s chest.

The captain, of course, caught you easily, twisting you around so your back pressed to his chest. His larger arms were wrapped around your midsection, hips flush to yours as his breathe fanned over your neck, "Now break this hold, just like a showed you."

Unfortunately, he had shown you that move right after taking off his armor. You had been throughly distracted by his blacks instead of paying attention. But you had other ideas- he might be a soldier, but he was also a man.

"What if I don’t want to?" You whispered back, leaning into the hold instead of fighting against it. You felt Howzer stiffen behind you as he processed what you said.

"Oh. Oh."

He cleared his throat, his grip adjusting so it was less tactile and more… fitting for the situation. "In that case, we can move on to…"

In that moment, you seized the opportunity to drop to the ground, breaking away from him before he could register. When you rose from the dusty ground and flashed him a victorious smile, his face went from flushed to unamused understanding.

"That was a dirty move, honey." He scolded you, taking a step forward with a look on his face that you knew all too well. Your victorious smiled turned to a cheeky grin, knowing exactly what the darkening, predatory look in his eyes meant for you. You took a couple of timid steps back, feeling the familiar twist in your stomach as he matched your movement.

"All’s fair in love and war?"

____

On a flight reading through old stuff on my notes app, most things are unfinished but I wrapped them up so I could post parts of things at least. Sorry I don’t write fr anymore maybe one day 🫣

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hello there my dear~! If you may be so kind, and you happen to get the inspiration, i would absolutely adore to request a small blurb from you! Or, honestly just chat if you’re up for it. My love for Tolkien’s characters is brimming over and I’ve got so many plot bunnies I need to write and gush over.

Anyways, something that has been stuck in my head as of late is Dwalin and his little hobbit wife on the journey to Erebor. Just imagine big, burly Dwalin who scares the shit out of everyone making his wife sleep flat upon him when Thorin has them stop to camp in an area with uneven, rocky ground. It’s just so cute to me for some reason?? Id kill to draw little shapes on his chest while curled up in his arms. As soon as you drift off he’s glaring daggers into anyone who dare raise their voice or attempt to rouse you. Oh goodness, and Bilbo being absolutely flabbergasted that very first night with the company! Such an entertaining, sweet thought.

Ugh. Id kill for this man. So fast. Anyways, I hope you’re doing absolutely lovely, sweetheart, and I thank you for receiving my thoughts 🤍🤍

~ ❄︎

(ohhhhhh this is so cute and we absolutely need more Dwalin content! I'm gonna do some headcanons for it if that's ok :) enjoy (and apologies for this taking so long)!)

(Dwalin x female!hobbit!reader)

The vibe of the two of you next to each other is a boulder and a literal ray of sunshine. It's a strange contrast to the people around you, but the two of you complement each other perfectly.

He's so incredibly protective over you that even Thorin hesitates to make any kind of comment about you.

This has its benefits, as the whole company are very respectful of you and will do whatever they can to keep you safe.

Obviously, Dwalin is well aware that you will face many discomforts and dangers on the road. This does not stop him from absolutely spoiling you with all the comfort he can.

If you're the slightest bit cold, he'll give you his cloak. He helps you down from your pony every single time without fail. He gives you extra food when he can (hobbits need their second breakfast, after all). And, while it may give him more comfort than he'll admit, he makes you sleep on top of him if you show even the barest hint of discomfort on the ground.

(his love language is absolutely acts of service)

While the others are surprised at the softness this shows, and Bilbo is positively mortified at the impropriety, none of them dare to comment and any looks are met with a glare that shuts their mouths before they've opened.

He drapes his cloak over the top of both of you, with your head tucked into his chest and his arms around your waist.

Genuinely he makes the best pillow ever, and he radiates heat which is ideal when you're camping.

Once you've fallen asleep and he's threatened everyone else into being sufficiently quiet, he loves to just watch you while you sleep. Your face is so peaceful, and he thinks you're the most perfect being he's ever seen.

It makes him feel so lucky and makes him even more determined to try and give you the world.

[moonchildstyles]

Hi! First of all, I just wanted to tell you that I read all of your writings and I love all your stories, you have such a good writing, that’s soooo good!!!! Secondly, could you maybe write a chiaroscuro blurb with Y/N having her period and vampire!harry who can feel/smell it and he is just sooo soft with her and wants to relieve her cramps and Y/N is a bit grumpy with him but also clingy and cuddly 🥺 thank you so much if you can write it, it’s ok if you don’t! Keep up with your writings!! 😊

ahhhhhhh thank you so much!!! im so happy you like my things it means alot that youve taken the time to read them all thank you thank you so much!!!! I def do want to do something w vamp h while shes on period like its been on my list for forever and I hope to get to it soon!!!!

[lovelettersforthedamned]

im currently going to school to be a mortician/funeral director and could you write a lil thing where P^2 is flirting with reader and he asks what her major is- and she’s all jaded from people going 😨 whenever she’s tells him but since its Peter he’s sorta excited about it bc he’s never met anyone with that major

idk if you couldn’t tell that this was self-indulgent but congrats for making 100 followers. You deserve it! <3

Dead Serious

--genre + trope: FLUFF, college!au, sfw.

--pairing: college!tasm!peter parker x college!gn!reader

--word count: 0.3k

--warnings: so sweet that your teeth are aching.

--gif credits: @sincericida

“So what’s your major?”

God, this was the question you’ve been hoping to avoid your entire time at this crowded party. The boy in front of you, Peter Parker, carried a conversation so well. There wasn’t a time during your entire 30 minutes of knowing him where there was an awkward pause or gross feeling of uninterest between the two. The only time you felt a sudden shift in conversation was right now. 

Studying to be a mortician isn’t the brightest topic of conversation, especially with a cute boy. A lot of people are shocked when they first hear your response, followed by a question that carries a connotation of morbid curiosity. You were tired of the repetitive and constant reactions of people you will probably never meet again. 

“Umm,” you hesitate, “I’m a mortuary science major.” You fully expect Peter to recoil in confusion, or at the very worst, disgust. 

“Wait, that’s awesome! How do you like it so far?”

His response comes as a surprise, looking up at him, he has the same giddy look, a slight smile painted on his lips. “I really enjoy it…” you drift off, debating whether or not to ask him about his response, “you don’t think that’s weird?”

This time, it’s Peter’s turn to look taken back, “No, not at all. I’ve never met anyone with that major before, it’s cool, you’re cool.”

A blush paints your face, “Thank you, Peter.”

“Of course, (Y/N),” he looks in your eyes a little moment longer before taking a deep breath in, “so, what made you get into mortuary science? You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable.”

You guys talk all night, mostly about your major surprisingly. His questions about your major were extremely thoughtful, he was actually curious. Bantering back and forth, you both decide it’s getting late. He walks you to your apartment and bids you a good night, not before getting your phone number and texting you before heading to bed himself, smiling to himself like an idiot until the moment his eyes shut. 

--author's note: HEYY! this is the first blurb for my 100 follower bash, and this makes me so excited to write for this. KEEP SENDING IN REQUESTS!!! support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!! ok, bye ily<3

[lukehughesbabymama]

Matthew Knies blurb

Straight out of packing up your dorm at Minnesota, you were flying out to Toronto to see Matthew, whom you haven't seen in person since the day he had moved out to the same place you were headed. Emotions were running high as you had just departed from your best friends for the summer, and were going to see your boyfriend for the first time in a few weeks.

You were planning on staying in a hotel, but as the whole trip was planned quite last minute, most rooms were booked by fans hoping to watch the same playoff games you would be seeing Matt in. Luckily, John and his wife were more than happy to let you stay with them under the condition that the two of you stayed in separate rooms. You found this reasonable, but Matt displayed intense stress when you had discussed it over FaceTime last week.

“But baby”, he said rubbing his eyes in frustration, “there's barely going to be any time for us to be alone anyways” he complained.

“First of all”, you pause to focus on curling the next strand of your hair, “We don't really have any other option for me to stay at, so it is what it is”, you redirect you eyes to you phone that was propped up in front of you to see Matt with his chin resting on his crossed arms, visibly worked up over what you thought was not too big of a deal. “And second”, you began, “you're going to be so busy and tired that anything we could have done in a hotel room we can still do at their house”.

He groaned and replied “Okay yeah. But when are we gonna.. you know...” widening his eyes to insinuate  what the rest of his question would have been.

“Oh my God Matthew”, you roll your eyes as your roommate laughs in the background.

He laughs slightly and defends himself “Seriously, y/n, I haven't seen you in weeks, its like top priority”

“Oh”, you scoff at the last little line he decided to add on, “Ok honey. You know, for a second there I thought you really might miss me but, thanks for keeping me humble” you retort sarcastically.

“Stop”, he states, breaking away from the bit you two had going, becoming serious again, “You know I miss you”. His eyes fall and his face softens.

“I know Matty. I’ll see you soon.”, your voice a little sweeter than before.

“You know what else we’ll be doing soon?”, his eyes lighting up as a grin appears on his face.

“Hm?”, you answer once again immersed in finishing your hair rather than whatever stupid ass comment this boy was about to make next.

“Fucking”, he mouthed silently while sitting up and doing a grinding motion. His smile widened as he saw your eyes glance at the camera and your head shake disapprovingly.

k byeeee 😭

[imaginespazzi]

👋BESTIE👋

I'd like to pretend that consuming boatloads of coffee is an anomaly for me, but I wont lie here. I drink it all day everyday.. like its my bedtime drink 😅

Personally Ive thoroughly enjoyed Unrivaled so far! Well apart from the which just happened to be uncompetitive. Looking forward to next set of games tonight. Took a quick minute to adjust to the unique pace, style and rules but its been fun action. I quite like that its just so different/its own thing. The roster mixes have been fun to see too. Gotta give a tip of the cap to Phee and Skylar over those first two game for sure. Also I just love Kira in her throwback red hair ngl 🔥.

You know I'd read anything you wrote haha. Glad I could provide a little laugh, sure entertained myself thinking of it. On that note, loved the last blurb. Im still eye rolling that P had the audacity to claim she didnt remeber much about Azzi from tryouts.

Ok college wbb stuff: How bout a couple more conference play upsets this week? Vandy finally got theirs most notably. Does any team suffer more dramatic last second losses than the Vols? Lord All the smiles yesterday w Paige hitting 2k and Aubrey returning to play as part of a string team performance. And Im still feeling giddy over the Azzi tik tok draft dumps content. They really do just like being with each other ☺️. I understand why they werent shared before tho, both P/A being genuinely bad at the letter & pronunciation challenges lol. (Its ok girls, I cant dance a lick, we all have our weaknesses). Also just the boldness of Az sharing ones from in bed/their rooms. There hasnt even been any chatter online to bring the menace out! I guess if you want to reach - a touch of Rae Burrell discourse.

And I cant not mention our dear Liz Kitley's jersey retirement yesterday (and they won for her)👏. What an honor/acknowledgement so soon after the end of her collegiate career. Well deserved! And a teensy Georgia appearance in the tribute vid :). https://www.instagram.com/p/DFBiL9ryMj2/?img_index=4&igsh=ZHdmbDNqcHNocTE=

Seemed like a nice celebratory weekend and she looked good. https://www.tumblr.com/elizabethkitley/773067987186008064/she-is-stunning-and-her-goodreads-omgg-i-might?source=share

Also cant help but share this, which gave me a chuckle. https://x.com/probablyatypo__/status/1881132008950432081?s=46&t=7--cVya-gZ9c1cOcL1JILg

And understand youre feeling down with the inauguration, totally with you. So wanted to share what Im finding to be an uplifting quote for today from Martin Luther King Jr. (Happy MLK Day all, go do some good!) “We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope” ❣️

Take care of yourself,

-☕️

Hiiiiii babessss

You are my kind of person because caffeine addiction? That's my bestie right there tee hee.

Yes Phee and Skylar have been so good and it just makes me very excited for if the Lynx can get Phee a real PG because she's already so good and if she had a true facilitator feeding her? Yeah it's curtains for everyone else.

So happy for Vandy but lmao fr that ending reminded me of TN vs SC and it's just like real shit luck. Makes you wonder who the real CP3 curse is affecting lmao.

I'm still shook over the dump like homegirl lowkey got tricked into giving us hella content and she delivered bigtime. They make me sick with how in love they are (they're my most precious ever).

Awww yes I was so happy for Liz. So well deserved and she clearly had a lovely time. I saw that tweet lol. Never thought it was mainstream twitter gossip but you were the first person I thought of.

Love that quote <3

[mrsnancywheeler]

hiii omg so sorry i haven't been in your inbox! finals have been sweeping me away, but i've been lurking 👁️👁️ ok so i was listening to my playlists and had some #thoughts, so I shall share them to make up for the time i was gone 🤝😎 ----- I Want to Write You a Song - One Direction

I want to lend you my coat One that's as soft as your cheek So when the world is cold You'll have a hiding place you can go I want to lend you my coat Everything I need I get from you Givin' back is all I wanna do (…) I want to write you a song One to make your heart remember me So any time I'm gone You can listen to my voice and sing along I'm such 1D trash 😭😭 But this was on my yearning playlist (lmao) and I was thinking about how Finnick would 1000% write this song for his sweet girl. Like this is such a simp song (respectfully) and we all know Finnick is so in love with her its SICK ----- In Agreement - Lizzy McAlpine I talk to my friends about you Pretty sure they're tired of hearin' it I say "I met a guy, and he treats me real nice" Which is good for a change I talk to my friends about you And I think they agree my exes weren't always great And I don't really buy into fate But you tell me I'm pretty And you don't ask for too much 'Cause you know and I know That promises sometimes can hurt When it's barely begun And I don't want this to fall through Collapsing is what I'm used to But we're all in agreement This is something I should hold onto (another song on my yearning playlist LMAO) but this is very much sweet girl coded #idk bc this is definitely her inner monologue when she first meets Finnick and they start dating 😭😭😭 AND WITH THAT IN MIND, IT MAKES THE LYRIC "'Cause you know and I know that promises sometimes can hurt when it's barely begun, and I don't want this to fall through. Collapsing is what I'm used to" HURTTTT ----- girl i've always been - Olivia Rodrigo *just the entire song*

No like, walk with me here 🚶‍♀️ because this is definitey something that could've been written by Billy's muse HOWEVER, it can be either about Billy OR, OR!! Eddie. Do we see the vision👁️👁️. For Billy, it's written from the pov of a reader who has a lil kick to her, who's done being the doormat and rips into him after he disrespects her and he's all like "???" For Eddie, it's more from the perspective of a reader who is always gonna pick Billy over Eddie. And she told him this many times. Yet, he still pursues her. And yet, he still get's upset that she always picks Billy. His intentions aren't coming from a good place. Like that one blurb you did about Eddie not being a fully good guy, y'know? I'm not good at explaining things so I hope I'm making sense LMAO ----- BACK TO FINNICK AND HIS SWEET GIRL! Block Me Out - Gracie Abrams

Now I only let me down When there's no one else around I've been thinkin' way too loud I wish that I could block me out I wish that I could block me out, out I think I'm burnin' alive, but nobody sees the fire 'Cause when I open my mouth, I seem to be stuck in silence And I thought of leaving tonight, but I couldn't drive this tired Plus, after all of this time, I should be a pretty crier (😭!!) Wish I were heavier now, I'm floating outside my body It's not their fault, but I've found that none of my friends will call me Until I'm left to myself, it's honestly kind of funny How every voice in my head is trying its best to haunt me This is another sweet girl coded song. This could deffo be applied to her after her games and after she's rescued from the Capitol :(((( ----- Finishing off with a bit of Miss Swift, this one part of Delicate reminds me of Finnick's sweet girl in the last couple of chapters: This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me Where she's finally letting Finn back in and allowing herself to be comfortable with him :') Also, some its and bits of Marjorie also remind me of this fic when I think about it from two perspectives:

The autumn chill that wakes me up You loved the amber skies so much Long limbs and frozen swims You'd always go past where our feet could touch And I complained the whole way there The car ride back and up the stairs I should've asked you questions I should've asked you how to be Asked you to write it down for me Should've kept every grocery store receipt

If I didn't know better I'd think you were still around I know better But I still feel you all around I know better But you're still around

One being Finnick when he's missing the reader while he's in 13 and she's at the Capitol :( (Sometime I remember that part in Chapter 1 of The River where he smells peaches in his oatmeal and starts breaking breaking down, and I cry 🥲) But the other one being the reader thinking about Conway. Even though he tried to kill her, she still reminisces about the best parts of her friendship and can't help but feel the guilt and regret whenever she does. ------ OK HEHE THOSE ARE MY #THOUGHTS 💆‍♀️ I didn't realize how long it's been since i've been in your inbox and it's been WAY TOO LONG! never again 🫡 I love yapping about these things and I love hearing your thoughts about it!! Also, apologies in advance for when Tortured Poets Department comes out bc it'll be the biggest yap session ever once I make a connection between Finnick/Billy and any of the songs -🦅

AAAAAAA POOKIE I CALLED AND YOU CAME ILY 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺💋💋💋💋

(sorry this took so long to get to I get so easily distracted and there's an to get through)

you're all good pookie, I hope finals are going good and that you're taking care of yourself babes 💕

finnick odair the type of man to make you a mixtape that's kinda messy and done wrong but you don't care because he's so sweet and you can hear him talking and all the songs that make him think of you, he's such a simp, and so adorable

justice for finnick's sweet girl. she really had so much hope, felt so loved, so in love and had it all torn away from her. she's so giddy to be perceived by someone especially finnick odair and just addicted to him

billy's muse getting annoyed with eddie and giving daisy some lyrics about eddie instead this time bc she's so done with the way he's always being so sweet and comforting and lovey dovey and then trying to convince her to leave billy for him even though she's told him from the start she wouldn't, and he makes her feel so selfish, and cold for it. but "now you're on my case, how could I go? you never dreamed I'd be so cold and, then with venom on your tounge you ask me who I have become" honestly in this case I think billy would love the song because it validates that she'll always pick him, that eddie, although he's a nusciance, isn't a real threat and never had been.

and eddie gets annoyed for a good while and is pissy about it, which is painful for muse because she feels like she's got no one when her and billy argue. but eddie comes crawling back trying to win her over again regardless of how clear she's made it that he never stood a fighting chance.

SIDE NOTE: this song also makes me think of conway and sweet girl especially in that moment during their games when he's realizing everything and says she's changed which she denies. "so don't say that I've been acting different, I'm nothing if I'm not consistent" "I got wrapped up in the game again and you woke up in an empty bed, and I can't say I'm a perfect ten, but I am the girl I've always been"

aaaaa finnick's sweet girl, my poor tortured baby. the crying, the destructing when left with her thoughts, the death wishes, the silent cries for help that really aren't that silent, I want to hold her so bad

and for delicate, finnick's anxiety about not knowing what's not enough and too much for his sweet girl, where is the line? "is it cool that I said all that? is it chill that you're in my head? cause I know that it's delicate."

finnick thinking about how he should've done more, should have paid more attention even though he has her memorized, that somehow he should have savored every moment with her because he can't bear being without her. and the guilt because he wishes he'd supported her more, helped her heal more, he lies awake thinking about how he should've convinced her that life was worth living, that she was worth it because he has no idea what's happening to her now.

AND her thinking about conway, how she should've really paid attention to each tiny detail of their life before the games, each smile, joke, laugh, every damn moment before she destroyed it all. before snow destroyed it all. and she does see him everywhere and try not to break down, the beach they used to play on, the alleys they used to hide in to chat endlessly, their favorite field, favorite swimming hole, everything and it just makes her grieve.

I LOVE YOU POOKIE AND MISSED YOU 😭😭❤️❤️

SO REAL AND PLEASE SO I'M SO SO EXCITED FOR THE ALBUM AND I'M ALREADY SEARCHING FOR CONNECTIONS (billy and his muse as my boy only breaks his favorite toys, but daddy I love him, I can fix him (no really I can) I can do it with a broken heart)