#i haven’t been checking asks 😩

[jazzyoranges]

Can you write a friends with benefits situation Wednesday or Tara has with gp reader? Wednesday or Tara enforces a no strings attach policy but of course reader has to catch feelings and admits their feelings. It freaks Tara/wednesday and causes her to push them away and ghost them effectively hurting the reader who after a while tries to rebound with another girl causing major jealousy from Tara/Wednesday. You can choose the ending I just wanna see some jealous smut and angst mix in there 😩

She’s my Collar

Wednesday Addams x fem!werewolf!reader

Words: 4.6k (whoopsies)

Warnings: gp!reader, definitely ooc Wednesday, heat cycles, unprotected sex, knotting, explicit smut, everyone is 18+, Wednesday calls you a mutt and a puppy, breeding kink, is it really pet play if you’re actually a pet?, italian/spanish pet names and phrases, possessive Wednesday, fluff, angst i think

A/n: so sorry it took so long for me to write this anon who requested 😓 could be read as a prequel to this fic, but not specifically written as one. also i kinda strayed away from the original request, sorry about that too 😭🫶

MINORS DNI!

Wednesday didn’t want to admit it, but she was feeling a certain emotion that was completely undesirable. You’ve been out sick for an entire week. Wednesday hadn’t seen you in the last 8 days, 17 hours, and 42 minutes. But who was counting? Definitely not the Addams girl

Others would say Wednesday looked the same as any other week, but Enid’s roommate senses were tingling. Constantly fiddling with her rings, the very prominent scowl on her face that was meaner than usual, and the common frustrated grunts when Wednesday would make a mistake with her writing. Something was up, and not even god herself couldn’t stop Enid from figuring it out

While Wednesday was smart in every aspect except social, Enid’s people smarts came in useful every now and again. It really didn’t take long for her to piece two and two together. Angry roommate while someone she frequently hung out with was out sick? It was child’s play, really. All she needed to do was have Wednesday come to the same conclusion as her

Easier said that done, really. Wednesday was a knucklehead not so smart when it came to emotions. Any emotion other than creating despair, Wednesday struggled with. Luckily Enid was dedicated and also a knucklehead

Currently Wednesday was seated at her desk, simply staring at a blank piece of paper without moving. On any normal day her fingers would be speeding across the typewriter with ideas constantly coming to her. Now she was met with absolute digital silence from her mind, which proved to be discouraging and inconvenient to say the least

“Alright, Wednesday. What’s going on?”

“I have not a clue what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been different this entire week. Spill the beans”

“As I’ve just said, I don’t have the information you want.”

“It’s because you haven’t seen her all week, right? You miss her, don’t you?”

“Why would I miss that mutt of a werewolf? I do not miss Y/n.”

“I never said her name, yet you know exactly who I’m talking about. Funny how that works, Wednesday” Enid teases. Her roomie has been caught red handed

“If you want your tongue, I’d recommend you stop talking.”

“Cmon, Wednesday, I’m being serious. It’s not weird to miss a friend. How about you check up on her?”

“First, I do not miss her. Second, she is definitely fine. I do not need to check up on her.”

“She’s been out sick for an entire week. She texted me just today the sickness isn’t showing any signs of stopping”

“Why has she not called the nurse, then?”

“She told me they ran out of the medicine she needs. The sickness is werewolf specific. I’ve gotten it before and it hurt like a bitch without medicine”

“What kind of school clinic runs out of medicine?” Wednesday says under her breath while getting up. Presumably to check on you, Enid assumes

“It’s really high in demand right now. It only infects werewolves, so you won’t catch it”

“I suppose I’ll ask Y/n on the specifics of her current condition. Perhaps it could be a part in my writings.”

“I’m sure it will be, Wednesday. Tell me how it goes!” Enid waves goodbye to Wednesday as she exits, and the Addams misses her roommates wolfish grin

Luckily your dorm isn’t too far away from Ophelia hall but it’s still a considerable walk to and from. The walk there gives Wednesday enough time to really question why she was doing this. She did not care for you, that was most definitely certain. At least that’s what Wednesday kept telling herself when she neared your room

The Addams girl hesitated before she knocked on your door. She could hear you whimpering and whining in pain, your tail quickly thumping against your bed. The shorter girl bit the bullet and held her fist against the door, quickly knocking on it

“Open up, Y/n or I’ll be forced to axe down your door.”

“Go away, Wednesday” Your voice was muffled

“Either I pick your lock or you open this door. Make your decision.”

Wednesday hears your feel shuffle to the door, and you open it just enough for your eye to peek out. Wednesday immediately notices your flushed skin and dark eye bags. You’re only wearing a tank top and boxers, trying to hide your lower body behind the door

“What do you want?” You spit out a bit more aggressively than you mean to

“I’ve come to check up on your illness”

“I’m uh- I’m okay. You can go now, Wednesday”

“You obviously aren’t, you haven’t gone to your classes all week.”

“Listen, I’m not actually sick. If I tell you what’s actually happening, promise you won’t freak out?”

“I promise.”

You suck in a breath to calm your nerves. “I’m in heat. The school clinic ran out of suppressants, so I haven’t been able to come to classes”

Wednesday looked you up and down, and in a split second she felt something she hadn’t before. Something about how your wolfish features came out. Ears were pressed against your head, tail hung low and swaying softly, and Wednesday noticed your fangs poke out when you spoke

“Let me help you.”

“W-What?” You momentarily stoped holding the door, and Wednesday let herself inside. Wednesday was immediately hit with a musk that was so… you. Werewolves weren’t her major, but she could tell you’ve marked your entire room with your own scent. Something about it made Wednesday’s mind think of all the unspeakable things she wanted to do to you

“Uh, sorry for the mess. And sorry for the smell, I know it’s bad…” You shift on your feet, and it’s only then Wednesday notices the tent in your boxers. Quickly mumbling out apology after apology, you move your tail so it covers your growing erection

“Stop apologizing, it’s getting quite annoying. I said I’d help you, did I not?”

“Help me like..?”

“Yes. Help you as in having sexual intercourse”

Your cheeks flush red and you have to actively stop your tail from wagging in excitement. Wednesday takes a step closer, but you take a step back

“A-Are you sure? You’re human, and I’m a werewolf. Your body isn’t designed to handle our heats”

Wednesday takes another step closer to you, grabbing your neck to make you look straight in her eyes. You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your throat

“I decide what I can handle.” The shorter girl firmly gropes at your clothed erection, and you moan at the contact

“Wednesday, I-”

“A dumb puppy is what you are. Why didn’t you tell me you were in heat?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t think you’d care” When Wednesday starts to massage your clothed cock more roughly, she earns another moan out of your throat

“Please, please make it better, Wednesday. It hurts so fucking much” You whimper, and Wednesday wonders if you’d look good in a collar with her name on it. She’d have to save that idea for a different day.

“Puppy.”

“Wednesday?”

“Take everything off. I want to see all of you.”

Wordlessly, you start to strip, which doesn’t take long since you’re barely wearing any clothes. Your mindless obedience made Wednesday happy. You start with your tank top and the Addams chooses to observe every part of you. Wednesday notices you’re considerably more furry than usual, your happy trail showing just above your boxer briefs

“Are you sure?” You ask nervously when you reach your boxers, and Wednesday is getting considerably more impatient

“Do I have to do everything for you?” Wednesday mutters while she takes off your boxers instead. The shorter girl sucks in a breath when your hardened cock slaps against your stomach

Wednesday didn’t expect you to be so… lewdly big. Looking at the size of your erection only reminded her your body was meant to breed. You were designed to reproduce, and the thought turned Wednesday on more than she liked

The shorter girl pushes you onto your bed, and she takes a second to look at the state you’re in

“Please, Wednesday…” You whine

“Be patient, Y/n. You’ll get there eventually”

“It hurts so much, please I can’t wait” Begging harder, Wednesday doesn’t likehow her first instinct is to give you what you want

“You’re lucky I tolerate you. If you were any other person, I’d think this was dehumanizing.” She pushes you further back, licking a stripe up your tip and across a vein. You have to stop yourself from cumming embarrassingly quick

Wednesday keeps giving your shaft long kitten-licks and you’re in heaven when she finally decides to suck your tip with a new type of hunger.

And due to previous attempts at suppressing your heat by yourself, your cock was absolutely raw at how much you masturbated. It only made Wednesday’s tongue feel even better

She hollows out her cheeks, making your tip hit the back of her throat. This earns a groan from the back of your throat. You didn’t know if touching was allowed due to her track record of broken arms and hands, so you decide to play it safe by just holding onto your bedsheets for dear life

“F-Fuck, I’m about to-“ Before you can finish your sentence, Wednesday pulls away from your cock. The look on your face is something Wednesday would like to cherish. Your penis was twitching like crazy. It was drooling with pre-cum and the shorter girls saliva. She couldn’t help but admire how you shook under her

“Why’d you stop?” Whining seemed to be a strong suit of yours

“In me.” Wednesday wipes a bit of her saliva off her chin, and you swear it’s the most attractive thing ever “Now.”

“Huh?”

“You know what I mean. Really, do I always have to spell it out for you?”

“You have to cut me some slack here, Wens…”

“I suppose I could provide an understanding for your view. You’re nothing but a dumb pup, are you not? Your kind is known to follow orders.”

“I think you’re confusing me with a domesticated dog, Wednesday”

“If I were to demand you pluck stars from the night, you would, would you not?”

“I mean I would, but for different reasons…”

“My point still stands.” Wednesday mumbles, sinking down on your erection. You don’t remember when she got naked, but you’re also not exactly complaining

The Addams holds onto your shoulders for support, and you hesitate before putting your hands on her hips. Luckily you made the right choice, your warm hands directly polar to Wednesday’s.

It takes a little effort for Wednesday to completely take in your cock, but the stretch is worth it when she sees your labored breathing like she’s the best pussy you’ve ever had. Which, Wednesday wouldn’t admit she was proud of. She could feel every vein on your cock and every twitch made her spiral into thoughts of you

The sight is funny, you think. The Wednesday Addams is impaled on your cock. The Wednesday Addams that saved Nevermore. The Wednesday Addams that was notorious for being gorgeously scary. That Wednesday Addams was riding your dick like her life depended on it.

Skin slapping together was music to your ears, and the feeling in your lower stomach you recognized well was rapidly building up. Wednesday came with a hitch in her breath, and you reluctantly pulled out before releasing your own cum with a groan. Both of you are left breathing hard.

“There will be a silver bullet in your skull if you so much as think about telling anyone about this.” Wednesday mutters in between breaths.

“Duly noted.”

—

You’ve been in this arrangement with Wednesday for about 4 months, now

The first month consisted of a casual fuck here and there. After a particularly hard week, teachers being annoying, or a hard test. It wasn’t difficult to keep your situation away from your friends. For all they knew, you two were still the platonic match-made-in-hell duo that were strictly friends

The second month was a little harder to keep your situation away from your friends. Wednesday would randomly pull you into any empty closet or classroom she could for a quick orgasm to get her through the day

The third month was rough. You two went on dates as you liked to call it, but Wednesday would call them study sessions or hangouts. Trips to Jericho on the weekend, Wednesday helping you with botany, it was practically impossible to separate both of you. Unfortunately your friends became suspicious

So during the fourth month, a new vampire transferred to Nevermore. You were assigned to give her a tour of the school and her classes. When Wednesday saw you two hang out when you’d usually see the Addams, she suspected the tour went better than anticipated. What Wednesday expected to be a minor inconvenience for one day, caused her many unwanted thoughts. It made a vein pop out of her neck. (not literally, but that’s what it felt like)

Wednesday noticed how you two started spending more time together after and during school. Of course there was definitely a reasonable explanation, you were her only friend. Unfortunately a very minuscule part of her brain is telling her you like the new vampire more than the Addams. The thought didn’t sit right with her

You were supposed to be Wednesday’s. You were supposed to only have eyes for the Addams and not some vampire that doesn’t even make you half as happy as her. You would always be Wednesday’s. When you finally realized the vampire wasn’t enough to satiate your needs, Wednesday would be there. She would be there to catch your fall, and the thought made her uncomfortable.

Wednesday Addams, a feared individual that wore her heart tucked under enough layers of blunt sarcasm and a deathly scary look, yet once glance from you sent her spiraling into something between fear and love. She hated it. She hated you. Wednesday hated you for bringing this side out of her she swore to be kept away from the surface of her character.

The Addams couldn’t afford this. You were her weakness. You definitely knew this as well. Unwanted doubt flooded her mind. Thoughts that ended up with you exploiting her only weakness made her heart ache, and not in a way she enjoyed.

You would end up breaking off your relationship with the Addams, leaving her to be made a fool as you were the only one that could do it. The worst part is Wednesday couldn’t even be angry with you. She knew you deserved someone of your own kind. Another werewolf that would understand and satiate your needs. Wednesday would end the arrangement the next time she saw you.

—

“(L/n).”

“Wednesday?” You open up your door with a smile on your face. A sight for sore eyes is what you were.

“We cannot continue our arrangement.”

“What? What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Wednesday wished she could take back her words, but she was doing this to keep herself safe. To make you happy.

“Our late night meetings can no longer continue. I’ve grown uncomfortable with your presence.”

“Wednesday, I-“

“A nuisance is what you are. You’re needy, and you can’t do anything by yourself. You really are just a dumb mutt. You are incapable of doing anything except cling to me like a lost child.” Wednesday spits out, and something akin to regret dawns on her face

Stray tears leave your eyes and you wipe them up as quickly as they fall, but Wednesday notices. She can tell you’re trying to be strong, your quivering lip giving you away

“I’m- I’m sorry you feel that way, Addams.” You say before turning your back on Wednesday, closing the door. Broken sobs escape your throat, and Wednesday brings her hand up to your doorknob. She thinks a little longer before a single tear falls from her eye. She turns to leave instead.

—

Three weeks, nearing four since you’ve last talked to Wednesday. You’ve been out for a week and a half and Wednesday knows exactly why. Since the Addams has been helping with your heats for the past few months, you haven’t needed to request for more suppressants. Neither you nor Wednesday knew why your heats were commonly hell-ish and lasted for weeks without the suppressants you desperately needed

Really, she could picture you right now. You would’ve found the boxers that created the least amount of friction, and you’d be whimpering and whining while your tail rapidly thumped against the bed mattress. Finding the nearest thing to bite, which usually happened to be your bed frame, you’d sink your teeth into the cold wood and find a splinter on your tongue the next time you brushed your teeth. Rinse and repeat until you eventually fell asleep or Wednesday saved you from your own body

It was pathetic how much you constantly needed Wednesday…and consequently, how much Wednesday needed you.

Disgusting is the only word Wednesday can choose when thinking of how much space in her mind you took up. She was seated in the Quad while eating an apple and contemplating her life. Which, was not in an ideal situation.

“I know you want to talk to her, Wednesday” Enid takes a seat near the shorter girl

“I do not.”

“I know for a fact you didn’t mean what you said. Unfortunately, you’re too stubborn to realize it”

“She has that new girl, does she not?”

“For the last time, Wednesday, they aren’t dating”

“They may as well be. The two are practically attached at the hip”

“So were you two, but then you decided to fuck it all up and haven’t talked to her since” Enid groans. This is was going to be harder than she thought

“Wednesday, you know how much I love you, right?”

“Annoyingly so.”

“Not-so-respectfully, you fucked up really bad. I know you didn’t mean it, but would you rather see her kiss another girl, or would you rather be the girl she kisses?”

The question makes Wednesday hesitate, and relief washes over Enid. Did she want to be with you? She mentally scoffs at the thought. The Wednesday Addams uncharacteristically soft for a girl. Outrageous. Disgusting. Absolutely unheard-

“Well, it seems you have your answer. Talk to her right now, ‘kay?” Enid knew her roomie would do the right thing even if it was gut wrenchingly difficult

The shorter girl only responds with a grumble, but it’s enough of an answer for Enid to skip away and continue being the social butterfly she was. Wednesday was going to… apologize to you. Just thinking of the word made her recoil, but it was you she was going to. As much as Wednesday didn’t like apologizing, she didn’t want to admit the thought of being away from you any longer was the worse option

She was almost in the same exact situation almost five months ago. Only this time you were sad, and it was Wednesday’s job to make you feel better (in more ways than one)

It didn’t take long getting to your dorm. She knew all of the correct routes and shortcuts to take. Wednesday was met with a tightly locked door and a knob that had collected dust after the past week and a half. She brought a hand to the door, knocking loudly

The Addams was only met with silence. That is, silence, with the exception of stray whines and whimpers

“It’s Wednesday.” Silence again.

“I know you’re in there. Ignore me and I’ll find other means to see you.” More silence

“You’ve made your decision.” The shorter girl sighs, taking a lock pick from her uniform pocket. Why she had a lock pick? For important situations like these, of course

When Wednesday finally managed to unlock your door, she noticed how you looked considerably worse than the first time the Addams decided to help you with your heat

What Wednesday didn’t expect was you fully naked sprawled on your bed. Bite marks littered your bed frame and a chew toy Wednesday bought to mock you, but it ended up being somewhat helpful. A low quality fan spun, only making your scent waft around the room even more. An air freshener was mentally added to her list of things to buy

“Go away, Wednesday.” You growled. You never growled. “If you’re here to mock me and call me a nuisance, I’d recommend you leave”

“I came to help.”

“You’ve full of bullshit, aren’t you?”

“I’m not lying, Y/n.”

“Go away, Wednesday, I’m not going to say it again.” The Addams only took this as an invitation to step closer to your bed where you were laying face down and a light blanket to cover your ass

When you only heard footsteps near, something inside you snapped. You were a werewolf. Not a puppy that said please with a tail between your legs. No, you would make Wednesday leave. Also you were sexually frustrated while in heat, so that was definitely fuel to your sour mood

Before she could register what had happened, you pinned the smaller girl to the floor. Your pupils contracted into small circles while there was a permanent snarl on your face

“I said, go away.” Your erection accidentally brushes against Wednesday’s thigh, and she was suddenly aware of how much self control you had for not already relentlessly stuffing the shorter girl full of your cum

“Knot me, cucciola.”

When the words leave Wednesday’s mouth, something in you changes. You’re overcome with sinful thoughts, and your cock starts to drool with precum at the image of Wednesday being full of you. It’s sinful, truly

“Is that why you came here? Just to be bred?”

“No, but it seems my words are working. You’re incredibly hard.” The shorter girl grabs your erection, jerking you off roughly

“Puppy.”

“Don’t… don’t call me that.” You say in between moans. Wednesday starts to sit up, and your back meets the side of your bed frame

“Cucciola wants to breed?”

“F-Fuck you.”

“We’re getting there, mi sol” The pet name accidentally slips, but you’re far too blissed out to notice

“She can’t make you feel as good as me, can she?”

“W-What? Who are you talking about?”

“You know who. The vampire that can’t get her hands off you.”

“Wednesday, we’re no-“ The shorter girl only started to stroke you faster. Her hand barely fit around your cock, but it still felt like heaven

“I don’t- I don’t like her that way” You say in between moans. Your orgasm was nearing and Wednesday knew this. She slowed down her pace, and you whined at the sudden loss of stimulation

“Knot me.”

“Huh?”

“Show me you don’t like her the way you like me.” You only notice your proximity after she speaks. Your noses are only inches apart. Wednesday’s eyes flick down to your lips, and you quickly close the distance

Wednesday was an addiction. Nicotine, acid, weed, none of it compared to how you felt while kissing Wednesday. You’d get drunk off her taste and crave it until she was in your arms once again. It was hell without her

When the shorter girl accidentally grinds on you, a surge of lust runs through your body. You quickly pick her up with your lips still attached to hers and take off her skirt. You couldn’t go another second without being in Wednesday

Sinking her onto your hardened erection, you let out a gasp of pleasure when her velvety walls stretch at your intrusion. You’re holding up her body by her thighs, and Wednesday just wishes you’d go faster.

“Cucciolo, ti amo.” The Addams moans when she looks down to see she’s only taken half of your length in her pussy. The sight is rather lewd, Wednesday thinks. Your cock is absolutely dripping with pre-cum when you push yourself further in her

“Mierda. Más, cachorro. Tan bueno para mi.” Wednesday slips into her native tongue. You haven’t seen her like this any other time she’s… helped you out

Bringing your lips to hers again, you decide to be in control when you push your tongue into her mouth. Eyes half lidded, bangs sticking to her forehead, and hair a bit disheveled, you think she’s never been prettier.

You let Wednesday rest a bit before sinking your cock deeper into her cunt, and the Addams ends up scratching you hard enough small amounts blood start to drip down your back. The sensation takes you by surprise. Accidentally bucking your hips up further into Wednesday, the girl lets out a groan as she fully takes your length in her pussy.

Placing her on the bed, you notice a tiny bulge in her stomach. You decide to be bold. Pressing your thumb against the intrusion, you hear a sound you’ve never heard before

Wednesday whimpers at your touch.

You do it again.

Her cunt squeezes around your cock, making it harder for you to keep thrusting. But you’re a wolf in heat and Wednesday is incredibly horny, so you continue your movements.

“Sh-She’ll never- she’ll never be as good as you, Wens…” An unexpected growl comes from deep within your throat

“No one can take my cock as good as you…” You’re thrusting considerably faster when Wednesday looks back down at where you two meet. The scenario folding out is a sight for sore eyes, the Addams thinks. You, feeding into your primal urges like it’s an unstoppable beast; and Wednesday willingly taking it in however she can.

“Cara mia.”

“Mine… mine all mine. No one else but mine…” You whimper a little pathetically, but the girl below you is only focused on your thrusts. Her cold hands find their way to your back again, leaving a trail of blood behind

“Yours, puppy. All yours.” Wednesday feeds into your possessive behavior. She knows she shouldn’t, but with you thoughts of reason leave her head and are replaced with thoughts of you

“Were you serious about the knotting, Wens?”

“Deathly.”

“Are you- mph~ sure? It’s kinda big…” The girl under you looks down again, and your ever growing knot seems to just be getting bigger and bigger. Even horny out of your mind, you still wanted to make sure your mate was alright.

…you decide to ignore that thought.

Your eyes were trained on how your erection stretched out Wednesday. Her pussy would be yours, and yours alone. Nobody would make her feel as good as you did. You’d make sure she wouldn’t need anyone else’s cock but yours.

A breathy moan erupts from your throat when you start to actively try to push your knot into Wednesday

“Relax for me Wens, it’ll never go in unless you want it too” You feel her tensed under your touch, but your words are enough for her to relax

Every thrust you get closer, until you eventually start to reach your peak. You can tell Wednesday is too. Her hair is messy and both of your bodies are littered with marks of possession.

“I-I’m so close Wens…” Are the last words you say before succeeding in pushing your knot into the Addams girl. You cum inside of Wednesday’s pussy, and the swell of your knot inside her is enough for Wednesday to cum impaled on your cock. The feeling of being full is an experience Wednesday wished she did with you far sooner.

You wiggle your hips to seemingly get more comfortable inside of Wednesday, but the movement only makes her moan. She was sensitive as hell.

“…was that enough proof I like you more than I like her?”

“More than enough, (Y/n).”

[jjsbaby]

gym crush!rafe jerking off to the thought of you in those slutty little exercise shorts yk 😩😩

i hope it is not obvious i haven’t been inside a physical gym in a while 😓

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rafe can’t help but stare everytime you pass by each other. he’s almost convinced you’re doing it on purpose, trying to tease him with the tightest shorts to ever exist. he almost has a hold on himself, then he turns around and sees you doing squats and he loses it. all he can see is how perfectly the shorts form to your figure, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. rafe rushes to the locker room, planning on grabbing his shit and leaving while he still has an ounce of self control. as he grabs his stuff, he remembers that the sauna is always open and decides to relax that way instead.

grabbing a towel and walking across the hallway, rafe finds the sauna completely empty. stripping his shirt off, he wraps the towel around his waist and sits in the steam. as he sits there, his mind can’t help but wander back to you. every little outfit you wear, all the shy smiles you’d give him whenever you make eye contact, the one time he caught you checking him out. the one that sticks out the most is the time you needed help stretching and out of everyone, you picked him. thinking about how soft your waist felt underneath his hands as he adjusted your position makes him think of how nice your skin must feel against his.

before he knows it, rafe’s hand is down his shorts, stroking himself underneath the towel while thinking about just how perfect you’d look underneath him. you whining and moaning while he drills into you. he can’t help but let out a low grunt, picturing your face dripping with his cum. he just knows you could take him so well, he’d have to reward you by painting your face. that image in itself puts him over the edge, making a mess in his shorts while he tries to catch his breath. he takes his hand out of his shorts right as the door begins to open and he freezes momentarily. “is it okay if i join you?” you ask him gently, holding a towel around yourself while giving him the shy smile he loves so much.

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[ladylooch]

Bones - Part 6 [Mack x David]

A/N: This chapter has a lot of items in it for what was sent in as requests for the series! I hope you loooooove it! It's spicy, funny, and sweet all wrapped up in one. Happy Saturday, bbys!

Favorite quote? "You my girl, Hischier?" 😍🥵😩

Word Count: 4.5k

It’s almost laughable about what is currently happening right now. 

If Mack thinks about the last year of her life, she really could not have imagined everything that has transpired. A year ago, she was still seeing David as a fling, a hot fuck whenever she felt the itch needed to be scratched. Which was a lot because, well, he’s David. Now, all her belongings are packed into brown boxes, ready to be carted away to David’s apartment. Well, their apartment.

This is all happening willingly. A lot of conversations have been had about this in the months since Mack returned to New York. As much as David assured her they could slow things down, Mack didn’t see the point. If they’re gonna do this, they should really do it. Commit. Go all in the way they both deserve now. She already ran once and she’s not doing it again. 

So when Mack went the whole month of February without going back to her place, she brought the topic up.

“What if I move in?” Mack had asked in his arms as they watched TV together on a Wednesday night. Mack had terrible cramps and his hand laid across the warm, heating pad covering her lower abdomen, massaging lightly. 

“Haven’t you already?” He murmured. Mack looked around his place, seeing her stuff littered everywhere. Maybe she’s made herself a little too at home. 

“Okay, what if I brought everything here?” She reframed.

“I’d say it would finally be home for me too.” He answered, kissing her puckered lips.

That was a month ago. Mack broke her lease four months early and now she is here, monitoring the move with an iced espresso in her hand.

She grabs her phone, taking a picture of her by all her boxes and sending it to her boyfriend. David is currently out of town for the last Rangers road game of the season in Philadelphia. It was exciting to send him off knowing when he came back they would be living together. Her and David discussed their furniture and were able to consolidate it all down to fit into his place. Most of her decor has been donated though. The overly feminine pieces wouldn’t have made sense in the current modern, masculine design. David has already given her free reign to make changes. 

Right now, Mack doesn’t have the desire. She likes it just the way it is.

After the movers pack up the last of her boxes, Mack walks down to the office to turn her keys in. She waves goodbye to the leasing office agents then moves to the lobby where Ron waits, already teary.

“I knew you would be gone after that first kiss.” Ron admits to her. Mack tears up, nodding her head.

“He is impossible to say no to.”

“I am happy for you, Mack.” He says as she hugs him. “This is good for you. Being closer to Lucie will be good too.” Ron is right about this, especially as Lucie is expecting her second daughter later in the year.

“Thank you, Ron. For everything. I’ll pop by and visit, okay? Bring you some Swiss Chocolate when I go back home.”

“I would love that. Tell your parents I said goodbye." Mack nods. 

“How about see you later instead?” Ron smiles then waves her off to her next chapter like the good, kind man he is.

The movers are already in motion when she arrives to her new, familiar building. She quickly rushes upstairs and then gets out of their way again. She sits at the dining room table, checking in on work chats and emails. They are done in under an hour. Mack tips them in extra cash for the quick service, then shuts the door behind them all. She leans back against the door and grins. She snaps another picture to send to David.

Welcome home, honey 

Come home to me soon 🥺

I will. Don’t give away any of my shit until I get home.

Say please.

Please. Brat.

Mack snickers then sends him a thumbs up in response.

The rest of the day she unpacks her things. She is able to get all of her clothes and bathroom items put away before the game starts. Then once it does, she moves to the kitchen so she can multitask. Anything that there is double of, she leaves out on the counter for them to discuss.

Mack raises her gaze to the TV when the announcers exclaim that David is fighting with another player. She winces as David’s fist connects with the guys face, sending him to the ice with a bloody cheek. She shakes her head as David skates lazily towards the penalty box, unaffected. Men.

Mack is still unwrapping glassware in the kitchen when David comes home. She took a long, extended break to have dinner with Lucie downstairs. Then she helped read Stella bed time stories until she fell asleep. By the time Mack left, Lucie had been asleep on the couch too. This arrangement is already working out wonderfully for the Hischier girls.

“Honey, I’m home.” David calls out as he walks in. She laughs. 

“How long have you been dying to do that?”

“Oh, forever.” He admits. He tosses his bag by the door, then walks into hug her in the kitchen. “Look at you lil unpacking machine.” He kisses her lips. “What’s all this?”

“This is the stuff we have doubles of.”

“Cool. I do not want to do this tonight.”

“No, tomorrow. I’m sleepy.”

“Did they set the bed up?” Mack and David decided to keep Mack’s bed and move his into the second bedroom where her office will be. 

“Yep. I washed the sheets. We’re all set.”

“I have been so excited to go to bed tonight.” He chuckles. “Not just because of your bed, but knowing I get you in it every night now…” He trails off. Mack smiles softly up at him, then tugs him by his tie down to kiss him again. David’s hands wind along her back. “You happy, baby?”

“So happy.” She murmurs, chin resting on his chest. He smoothes her hair down at the sides, then leans forward to smooch her lips longingly. “My pretty girl.” He says against her lips, then kisses her deeper.

“You feeling lucky tonight?”

“Mhm.” He mumbles, hands sliding down to her ass. They grip there for a moment, then go to the backs of her thighs to lift her up. As he is walking her to the hallway, his phone rings in his pocket. He sets Mack down on the bed, then pulls the phone out to see who is calling so late.

“Hey Woody.” He answers. He pops the phone on speaker so Mack can hear.

“Hey, uh, can one of you, or both of you, I don’t care, come down and sit with Stella? She’s asleep, but Lucie woke up and is bleeding. We called her doctor and they want her to come in.” Mack sits up quickly. 

“Yeah I’ll come down.” Mack says to Connor. 

“Thank you. Can you hurry? I’m trying to get Luc there ASAP.”

“Yep, I’m on my way,” Mack reaches for her phone that was charging on the nightstand. She grabs a sweatshirt from the closet, then kisses David goodbye.

“I’ll change and come down.” He calls to her.

“Okay.” 

When Mack gets to Connor and Lucie’s apartment, they have the door open, waiting for her.

“Good luck. I love you.” Mack offers to them both. “Text me whats going on when you can.”

“We will.” Connor answers for his wife who looks white as a ghost. Tears line her brown eyes as her husband leads her from the apartment. The door softly shuts behind them. Mack goes to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, then gets to work on loading dirty dishes from the sink into the dishwasher. She needs to be doing something with her hands after that interaction.

A knock sounds on the door, then David comes popping in. 

“Hey honey, did you talk with them?”

“Not really. Lucie looked pretty worried. They were anxious to get going.”

“Hopefully everything is okay.” He brings a hand to her shoulder, rubbing at it, providing her comfort. Mack nods, feeling her throat clog up with emotion. She’s scared for her sister. Pregnancy is no joke. The issues that both mom’s and babies can have are sometimes life threatening. Mack feels queasy just thinking about something being wrong with Lucie or the baby. 

“I’m gonna go sit down I think.” Mack murmurs. David follows her to the couch, helping her sit. Mack swallows hard as David wanders back to the kitchen to grab her water for her. He hands it to her. Mack thanks him. 

Little, bare footprints hit the hallway. David turns around, seeing a sleepy, pouty Stella appear in the lit hallway arch.

“Where’s daddy?” She asks, rubbing her little eyes tiredly.

“Him and mommy went to go check on your baby sister.” Mack tells her. She opens her arms of her niece and sighs contently when Stella wiggles into her lap. David sits down next to the two girls, offering his hand to Stella for her to hold. She grips two of his fingers with her little hand. 

“Why didn’t I get to go?”

“Cause it’s late.”

“I got to go last time.” Lucie and Connor took her to the 20 week appointment so Stella could see her little sister on the ultrasound. It was the talk of her entire week.

“Yeah, this one is a little different, babe.” Mack murmurs, kissing her head as Stella drops it to her shoulder. David reaches up, smoothing back Stella’s wild brown curls. 

The three of them sit on the couch like that, quietly comforting one another until Mack gets a text from Connor.

On our way back. Everything is okay.

Mack and David sigh in pure relief. David peeks at Stella’s face, seeing her passed out.

“I’ll take her back to bed.”

Mack allows him to pick her up then follows him down to Stella’s bedroom. In the doorway, she watches David tuck Stella into her little pink, princess bed. He brings the blankets back up to her mid chest, then re-arranges her stuffed animals around her like she prefers. Mack smiles. He’s so good at taking care of his people. Then with a gentle pat of her hair, David walks quietly out of the room. He weaves his and Mack’s fingers together and leads her back to the living room where they wait for Lucie and Connor to return. When they do, the four of them share hugs between each other. 

“Thank you, guys.” Connor murmurs as he walks them to the door. Lucie has already padded down the hallway to go to bed, utterly exhausted. 

“Of course. We are so thankful everything is okay too.” Mack tells him.

“How did the move go?”

“Good.” She assures him. Connor nods.

“I’m glad your close by now with this guy.” Connor clasps David’s shoulder. “Now I just need him to officially be my brother…” Connor’s blue eyes sparkle playfully.

“Okay, goodnight.” Mack smiles, patting Connor’s arm as she walks through the door. 

“What, nothing? You two are really not gonna give me anything?”

“Nope.” David shrugs. “Goodnight.” He tosses an arm around Mack’s shoulders. He kisses her head, then looks back, smirking at his defense partner. Connor scoffs at them then begrudgingly calls goodnight down the hallway. The soft click of the door has Mack and David snickering to each other. 

“We’ll never tell.” David jokes to her.

“Never. When we get married, let’s not tell him for like six months.” Mack tangles their fingers together at her right shoulder.

“Oh we’re getting married?” David asks slyly.

“You know we are.”

“I do. Just didn’t realize you did…” He trails off with a smug smirk.

“I don’t move in with guys I don’t see as my future husband.”

“Plural, huh? Damn, I thought I was special.” Mack laughs loudly as they step into the elevator.

“You know what I mean!”

“Yeah that apparently I got some competition somewhere.”

“No, you don’t.” Mack shakes her head. “It’s only ever gonna be you.” 

“Ditto, beautiful.” He puckers his lips like a duck at her.

Mack kisses him deeply, then leads him out of the elevator to continue what they started in their bedroom before.

- - - & - - -

The heavy purr of David’s motorcycle beneath Mack’s thighs is weirdly comforting. Playoffs are starting tomorrow and all David wanted to do with his last, non-hectic day was to take out the bike. The weather is cooperating. It’s a warm enough day that Mack won’t freeze in the wind and the streets are mostly cleaned off from the winter time gunk. David had called Mack on his way back from practice, asking her to play hooky with her work day. So she did.

The breeze rolls through Mack’s hair, whipping it about in it’s pony tail that trails down her back. The helmet is making her face and head sweaty, but she doesn’t mind. Her hands spread out along David’s stomach, holding on to him as they take each lazy turn of the Hudson River trail. They’re well out of the city now, seeing the budding trees and the expansive rolling river as it climbs further North. Mack and David did this ride in the fall to see the changing leaves during a few day break for training camp. It’s fun to see the trees coming full circle with their Spring blooms. 

David taps Mack’s thigh, letting her know they are going to be changing speeds. He slows down as they come to a scenic overlook. It’s a Tuesday afternoon, so they are alone on the road. David brings the bike to a stop. The shudders of the engine shake Mack as she flips her helmet off. David kicks the stand down, then stands, holding a hand out to help her off.

“You’re getting good at this, honey.” He compliments her as she fixes her hair back into a smoother hairstyle. He puts his helmet next to hers on the bike then stretches out his neck and shoulders as he walks towards the stone wall curving around the cliff. “Damn. If we didn’t start off in the city, I might almost be able to believe we are back home.” Mack smiles in agreement. They are quiet, observing the gorgeous, rolling hills of trees and the lazy flow of the river.

“This was such a good idea. Thank you.” Mack acknowledges. She has been feeling uninspired and antsy in her professional life, even as her personal life smoothes to a steady, comfortable cruise. She just hates everything she is writing. How is it possible she can be in such different places, but her words all sound the same? 

“Thank you for coming with me.”

“Of course.” She acknowledges. “I’d go anywhere with you.” David smiles.

“Except Dallas?” Mack stills. Dallas and David haven’t come up together in months. Well maybe it has, but she hasn’t been searching it out like before.

“Oh?”

“What about New York?” Mack looks away, thinking about where this is going.

“I mean, yeah? We were just there.”

“What about if we are there for 8 more years?” Mack startles.

“What?” Her voice already is small and timid from trying to control her emotions.

“Paperwork is coming today.”

“I thought…”

“I did too. But they approached my agent about it last week and I said get it done. Whatever they’re willing to pay me, I’ll take it.”

“So a dollar?” Mack jokes. David tilts his head back and laughs loudly at the sky. Then he reaches for her, pulling her into his chest to hold her close.

“I’m already a rich man having you, honey. I don’t need anything else. I know I tell you stuff like that all the time, but I mean it. This is the first time something big is happening for me when I have someone in my life. I’m so glad it’s you. I love sharing all this with you.”

“Is this the same speech you’re going to give to Connor?”

“Yes.” David smirks. “Can’t live without him either.” Mack giggles, gripping the opening of his leather jacket.

“Wow. New York for eight years. A Ranger for life?” 

“Mhm.”

“You’re going to be so old in 8 years… And I’ll still be young.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll get you passed on to your second husband by then.” 

“I can do 8 years with you.” Mack nods in agreement. “I get half though?”

“Sure! If I get half of yours.” Mack gasps then shakes her head no immediately. Despite David’s NHL salary and his lucrative farming business, Mack’s money surpasses his by close to 10 million. Daddy’s money grew well over the years with various, hands-off investments. It will continue to do so in the next 8 years too.

“I’m happy for you. Proud too. You’ve worked so hard to get here. You deserve this.”

“Thank you.” He nods, looking stoic and proud. “I’m excited to see where we are in 8 years.” He squeeze her fingers as they pull apart, looking back out over the gorgeous view they’re in front of.

“Yeah.” Mack murmurs. 

But after this last year, Mack knows there is no use trying to picture it now. She’s sure it’s all going to come together the way it should, better than she could even imagine it anyway. Plus right now, all she cares about is being who they are in this moment. 

Two people at the starting line of love with a whole life left to live.

- - - & - - -

Inside MSG, Mack and Lucie hold hands with Stella as they walk down the concourse to their seats. All three ladies are decked out in their Rangers playoffs gear. Lucie and Stella have bold white letters with their last name and Connor’s number while Mack is adorned in Carlson and 14. Butterflies are swarming in Mack’s stomach that the margarita at dinner did nothing to fix. 

“I wish I could drink right now.” Lucie mutters to her sister as the national anthem ends. The boys are in their home blues, circling around and then gathering at the bench for the opening face off.

“Yeah.” Mack breathes out. Usually, she doesn’t care. But today she does. It’s playoffs. The team has a real chance this year and honestly, with David’s long term investment being announced today, she wants him to play well. She wants him to show the fans and the team exactly what they’re going to get for the next eight years. 

As David lines up on Connor’s right side. Mack folds her lip into her mouth. She crosses her legs, sending out safe vibes for her man. 

Then the puck drops and utter chaos breaks out. 

The game is intense. The crowd loud and in the opposing team’s face. Constant cheering and buzz swirls round them as the teams battle on the ice. David keeps getting into little scrums. Mack sighs every time she sees his gloved hand face wash someone. He jaws at number 44 on the opposing team half the time they’re on the ice together. 

At the start of the third period, the game is tied 1-1. The Rangers need a push and it’s no surprise to anyone that David drops the gloves with 44. The two of them swing heavy blows at each other, some connecting, some wizzing by the others head. It’s David that ends up on top. As he skates to the box, he swings his arms up in the air, yelling at the crowd to get pumped. Mack giggles, looking over at her sister.

“Why is that so hot?” Mack nibbles her lip seductively, looking down at him in the penalty box. He runs a towel over his face and hair, leaving the black strands sticking up in places. 

“I don’t know.” Lucie shrugs. 

“Why did he fight?” Stella asks, looking over at Mack like she should answer for him. “Was he mean?”

“Yeah.” Mack settles on. She isn’t sure what else she could say. Stella is too young to understand the nuances of the game and truthfully, Mack doesn’t think she would care anyway. She’s all about trying to get her second bundle of cotton candy. 

The team battles to hold their 1-1 tie game while David is in the box. Several dangerous looks are tossed on goal but the Rangers goalie keeps the team in the game. The crowd cheers loudly when David skates out of the box after his time is done. Now that they have fought, 44 and David keep their distance from each other. David has a game to win and his focus is on the next 10 minutes to get them the W. 

It takes another 5 minutes, but the Rangers score. Lucie and Mack fly out of their seats, high-fiving and yelling loudly for their boys as they roll through the bench handshake line.

“Connor assisted on that.” Lucie beams proudly. 

The next five minutes feel like hours. Several quick whistles hit. TV time outs play out then an on the ice time out before the opponents pull their goalie. Mack watches through her fingers as the clock winds down. David goes down to block a shot that has Mack yelping. He is fine, but she didn’t like that one. When the final buzzer sounds to signal a Rangers win, the building erupts. Fans wave their white towels furiously with their cheers. 

The Rangers have one of their 16 wins. 

After the game, Lucie and Mack hang out to wait for the boys. Media takes longer in the playoffs and it’s no surprise that both Connor and David are pulled aside for interviews. They walk out of the locker room together, dressed, with still wet hair as they discuss a few plays from the game.

“Next time, let’s look for a reverse there. I don’t think their forecheck can pick that off behind the net.” David says to Connor.

“I agree. Also I wanna see us stepping up more at the blue line. Light ‘em up.” Connor smirks at his partner as they come to stop by the girls.

“Really?” Lucie whines. “Don’t forget someone here is pregnant.” Her belly pokes out of her jacket as she puts her hands on her hips. 

“I did that.” Connor sighs happily. He puts a hand on her belly then leans down to kiss her. David does the same with Mack, minus the hand on her stomach.

“Couldn’t resist, huh?” Mack asks David.

“Never.” He grins.

“I liked it.” She admits. “There is something about you all sexy and ruffled in the penalty box that gets to me.”

“Alright. Bye Woods!” David announces. He wraps Mack up tight into his side, almost head locking her in place. Mack laughs, holding onto his back as he drags her forward.

“Bye!” Mack yells, waving to them without looking back. David’s fingers run over the Carlson on her back as he opens the passenger side door for her. 

“Speaking of looking sexy…” He trails off, grinning at her. 

“Take me home, cowboy.”

David races home, weaving through traffic quickly so he can get Mackenzie Hischier stripped down to just that jacket on her body. When he slides his cock into her from behind, his low groan of appreciation has Mack buzzing as hard as the arena was earlier. 

“Fuck. Look so good with me all over you.” David murmurs. His hands run under her jacket to grab her bare hips. His eyes take in her Carlson covered back as he pumps deep inside of her. Mack whimpers at the delicious fullness of him. His palms slide up to her chest, cupping her breasts as she takes him deep. Mack presses up on her hands so his chest meets her back, then she turns her face to moan into his mouth. “You my girl, Hischier?”

“Yes.” 

“Mmm that’s right.” He grabs her cheek, keeping her face turned towards his so he can kiss her and fuck her at the same time. He helps her raised more on her knees so it’s easier for them to stay connected everywhere. “All mine.” 

Their change in position makes everything deeper. Mack grasps at his neck to hold on while he pistons into her wet core. His other hand trails down her stomach, wiggling her clit in wild strokes.

“I love you.” He says, resting their noses together as he fucks harder into her.

“I love you.” She moans back. The back of her head hits his shoulder and he finishes her off after her desperate pleas for him to make her come. 

He pulls out of her afterwards, gently peeling her jacket off to put it in the closet for the game on Thursday. Then he cleans up in the bathroom before coming back to take care of her.

After he is done wiping her clean, he kisses her deeply. Mack’s heart aches for him to be closer even as he pulls her into his chest to cuddle. It never feels like they are close enough for her. She wants to be pasted to him at all times. Mack brings the fingers of her left hand up to his chest. She traces zig zags down his sternum as a tiredness from their big day of activity begins to descend. 

A thought comes to her as she thinks about the next eight years spent right here with him.

“I would have gone to Dallas with you. Or Seattle. Or anywhere.” She murmurs to him. “I only want us to be together. It doesn’t matter where.”

“I’m glad you say that because… I wanna be honest with you. This is my last deal and when it’s done, I wanna head home. Build a life there with you that is slower and quieter than this.” His fingers massage her scalp as he talks.

“I would really like that.” Mack tells him. “We can have matching rocking chairs?”

“Of course. I’ll build you one this summer.” Mack nods.

“I know we have some time before then, but I’m hoping you’ll come home with me this summer. Maybe the end of June? Depending on how things go?” Mack offers to him. She’s been thinking about how much she wants to show him of home. She got to experience him in Iowa and she wants him to see her at home too. In her parents lake house where he can get to know her parents and Sophie better.

“Yes. Of course. If things end early here, we can go right away. We could spend a whole month there if you want.”

“Okay.” Mack nods, smiling into his chest. “I’ll take you to the cabin. Show you were I realized how much I wanted this with you.”

“I’d love that.” He acknowledges, squeezing her in tighter. 

It all sounds so easy, wrapped up naked in each other now. All the fear about how hard this could be or how it could not work out is gone. Instead, they’re communicating. They’re asking each other to lean in and sometimes compromise too. Both of them are so willing to do that now.

Because this is worth it. 

No matter where. No matter what.

Read more Mack and David here.

[lynn-vdg]

HALLO!!! Im Reading the jjk manga right now so just checking in because it has invaded my brain and rraaaaaaaah jjk jjk jjk… 😭 I BLAME U FOR THIS (I love jjk)

First of all, I LOVE THAT LAWYER SORCERER, he seems genuinely cool and he just reminds me of ace attorney tbh, Edgeworth if he was a jjk character FOR REAL

And this panel is also SO CUTE ONG.. YOU WERE RIGHT YES I AGREE WITH THE FACT THAT CHOSO IS THE BEST. Yuji deserves his brothers for realsies, THEY ARE BOTH AWESOME. And I keep seeing stuff saying how Todo VS Choso would go down, but I kinda think Todo would respect Choso (and ask for his workout routine MAHAHAH)

I’m even starting to get MY FRIENDS to watch it. DeterminedFanartist, aka my pookie 4evahs, IS ALSO WATCHING IT RIGHT NOW!!! My irl bruh called Choso “Cheese” and they ALL SIMP OVER GOJO. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY IRLS SIMP OVER GOJO IT IS CRAAZZZYY…

Maki’s power up WAS DESERVED and oh mah lord… I’m on chapter 202 AND KENJAKU WAS MANIPULATING MAH AMERICAN GOVERNMENT IS KENJAKU 2024 REAL?!?!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩 He’d be my president 🫡🫡🫡🇺🇸🇺🇸🏈🏈🏈🌎🌎🔫🔫🔫💪💪💪

About to read chapter 203 and… no… wtf like IT IS ALREADY STARTING OFF LIKE THIS. A “you will die” IN ANY MANGA THAT ISN’T STATED TO THE MAIN CHARACTER IS NOT GOOD NEWS…

Praying… praying right now I know EVERYONE is dying in this series but pllleaaseee GEGE LET ME HAVE THIS ONE THING PLEASE PLEASE DON’T TAKE HIIIMMMM PLEASE NO NO NO PPPLLEAASEEE 💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭💔🥺🥺🥺😢😔😔😱😱😢😢😔😔😔😔

Anyways you weren’t lying when you said you were in your inactive arc, hoping you join me back soon DON’T LEAVE ME HERE MICHAEL MICHAEEEEEEELLLL 🔥🔥🔥🔥

I AM ALWAYS RIGHT! MY TASTE IN MEN IS IMPECCABLE! 😈 And yeah you”re SO RIGHT I fucking LOVE Higuruma (Miles edgeworth looking ass.) I don’t know how Gege always cooks so hard when it comes to characters 😩, Yuji’s and Choso’s relationship especially, HE’S THE COOK WHO COOKED UP OTHER COOKS 🙏 And i’m glad my jjk brainrot virus is spreading throughout the utmv/utc or whatever the flippio you call it at this point-

Also my fucking GOAT Maki out here destroying those dumbass sexists is absolute GIRL. BOSS. BEHAVIOR.

Ya better read up, cause in 3 weeks JJK ENDS. actually crazy but it’s true 😭 I miss it already….

Also, another suggestion, if you haven’t watched or read it is Jojo’s bizarre adventure 🤑, outside of part 1 which I dislike and part 3 which was boooooring, part 4 onwards is absolute peak, ESPECIALLY part 7 and 8 (sadly no anime for those yet 😔)

As for my inactive arc, i’ll try to revive more often, because i’ve actually just straight up been DEAD outside of looking at some random notifications I got, ALSO WHAT RLLY PISSES ME OFF IS WHEN I GET A NOTIFICATION ABOUT A SPECIFIC POST AND I CLICK ON IT AND IT JUST TAKES ME TO MY FEED, Like bitch I came to look at a specific post not search up that specific account and go through their posts 😭

As for why i’ve been dead eeehhh it’s mostly just I forgot a bit about Tumblr and started using Discord a whole lot more, not to mention i’m working on utc games 🤑 (Oh fuck, i’m in the money! I love money 🤑)

Now, my final question before I dump my doodles on you…

“Are you brainrotted because you’re 3dogbones, or are you 3dogbones because you’re brainrotted.”

I would post more doodles but there’s a 10 image limit 😭

[quackquackcey]

HII!! I just wanna say you’ve been one of my favorite writers recently! Derek’s Kumquat, is one of my favorites that I go back to every now and then. I always check to see if you have anything new when I need my Sterek fix. I just wanna say thank you for all your hard work bc you deliver every single time idk how you do it. So this is my first ever request! I saw a fanart by thebookwormfanboy a year ago that I haven’t been able to get out of my head, which I will attach at the end. I’ve looked for fics similar to what the art entailed, but they just didn’t quite hit the way I needed them to. So I thought you’d be the perfect person to ask. Basically, Stiles and Derek see each other again for the first time in 2 years after the events of season 4. Except Derek has put on weight since Stiles last saw him. He’s not chubby, but just thicker and bulkier. A little rounder where he used to be sharp cut. Like a dad bod. And hairier since he stopped waxing his chest and trimming his beard down to stubble and instead lets it be fuller. He’s still built and has muscle, but like I said, he’s not super cut with washboard abs like in seasons 1-2. And Stiles can’t stop looking at him. If Stiles thought he couldn’t be even more attracted to Derek than before, he was sorely mistaken. Stiles is super turned on by the obvious difference in his and Derek’s build/body types. Derek: “Why are staring? I know I’m not as cut as when we first met but- Stiles?” Stiles: internally *give me a baby so I can make you an actual dilf* Queue in GIMME A BIG BOYYYY by SZA. Do you see the vision?!?! If anyone could perfectly execute this and make it sexy, I think it would be you. Also no pressure if you’re not feeling it. Thank youuu.

ahhhhh what a sweet ask 🥰 it really means a lot to me that you enjoy my fics so much!! 😭 I'm touched & v flattered, thank you for reading and leaving such a kind kind ask that brightened my days!

& omg a request!! pleasantly very surprised ahahaha I never get requests, & yESSSS I SEE THE VISION 😩 I'M SO HERE FOR IT! plush muscles plush muscles plush boobies plush muscles 🤤 I don't know when I'll have time BUT mark my words, I will def write a oneshot or something about this (& I'll tag you when I do!!) 🥰 If you have any other requests, feel free to let me know! 💛

[rafesproactiveprettygirl]

okay I love your writing and I rlly loved the last post with the joel angst 😩 how about an au where they do adopt ellie and live a peaceful life

How Joel would react if you were immune - alternative ending

a/n: hi! thank you so much! i love angst but it’s hard to make 😭 but ofc!! also, if you’ve played the game *spoiler warning* you’ll know that they’d have to kill ellie to find a cure but in this AU im going to make it to where they don’t have to kill ellie and they just need a sample of her blood! enjoy! :) the story starts from after you got bit, if you haven’t read the first part please check it out if you’d like to know how y/n got bit!

joel’s face went pale when he saw the blood gushing down your arm. “no,” he started. “fuck! no!” he yelled kicking the wall behind him. you felt as if something was off, but at the same time it wasn’t. everything felt normal. your arm was throbbing obviously, you’d just got bit, it was bound to hurt. but, you felt the same. you didn’t feel irritable or angry, you just felt like you.

“joel, what do we do?” you asked, voice soft. he faced you, one hand on his hip one hand on his forehead. you focused on him as his eyes drifted between the floor and you, then to your arm. he looked at you and took a deep breath. he walked over, stretching his hand out, you took it in yours and he pulled you up into his chest. you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head in his chest and his arms gripped you tightly and his head rested on yours.

“i can’t lose you, y/n. i can’t.” his voice cracked, and it made your heart shatter.

“and you won’t. not for a while.”

“the virius is unpredictable. we don’t know when you’ll turn.”

“then let’s make the most of it, yeah? let’s go and get the supplies, we’ll call it a date.” you replied looking up at him and planting a soft kiss on his jaw. he you nodded, letting go of you so you two could grab your stuff. you grabbed the flashlight and wiped the blood on your pants. joel’s warm hand engulfed yours and you took walked to the big metals doors in front of you.

you two looked around every ounce of the building for any type of food, you were in luck when you found a mini fridge in one of the offices that somehow was still cold with plenty of food and water inside. you grabbed all you could and stuffed it into your bags before continuing down the hall.

it had been an hour at least, and joel was starting to question if you’d even turn. he turned to look at you, stopping you both. “let me see your arm, honey.” he said softly as he gently grabbed your shoulder and pulled your shirt to the side a bit. his face flooded with relief but also concern. he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. your bite mark was starting to look like ellie’s, it had stoped bleeding and was starting to turn white and veiny, like ellie’s.

“did you know?”

“no. but i had an idea when i didn’t feel like ripping your face off.”

he scoffed out a laugh before pulling you into his chest tightly, his hand firm on the back of your head. “oh y/n.” he sighed.

after that when you two had gone back to ellie, you continued your life together. they tested ellie’s blood, and started making a sure though they said it may take years to complete. you two had moved into bills old house and had a private mini wedding, ellie being the ring bearer, and also the flower girl, and don’t forget your maid of honor. you two invited tommy and and his wife, and spent the night laughing and drinking wine.

ellie’s birthday came right after, that’s when you surprised her with the legal adoption papers from the FEDRA military school she ran from. she was shocked and happy, she couldn’t stop hugging you two and saying thank you. and you swore you’ve never seen joel smile brighter. he finally had his daughter. and the love of his life. and he was going to do anything it meant to keep you two this time.

[riordanness]

gorgeous - [r.cameron]

requested: no

warnings: rafe cameron 😩

wordcount: 1K

I was in a fit of uncontrollable giggles, sitting side by side with Sarah on the bedroom floor, our backs against her bed.

“Okay,” I gasped, struggling to breathe as I pushed myself up to be sitting properly. “We really have to go to bed now.”

Sarah took a deep breath, brushing her long blonde hair out of her face and behind her ear. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” She glanced at the glowing alarm clock beside her bed. “It’s getting late, and we have school in the morning.”

I nodded, and we both climbed into her queen sized bed, snuggling together under the covers. We both lay on our sides, face to face.

“Tell me a secret,” I whispered.

“I’m in love with John B,” she whispered back, with zero hesitation.

I raised my eyebrows. “For real?”

Sarah nodded. “Why would I lie about that?”

I was impressed. “Damn, girl, cheating on Topper, hey?” Not that I blamed her for falling for someone like John Booker Routledge while Topper was her boyfriend. Topper was a controlling asshole, with no sense of excitement or adventure at all.

Sarah looked upset at my words, and I immediately felt awful. People at school have been calling Sarah a cheater for years, based on assumptions made up due to getting with new boys ‘too quickly’ after a break up.

“I’m sorry,” I said, and my best friend gave me a little smile. “It’s okay. You’re not exactly wrong, you know. I just haven’t told Topper anything yet. But I will. Really soon, I promise.” She sounds like she’s promising herself more than me.

“I believe you,” I said earnestly.

Sarah apparently decided the conversation was getting too emotional for a sleepover night, and nudged me playfully. “What about you,” she asked. “Any boys?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course not. You know boys never look at me. You’re the one they look at.”

“Y/n, you’re gorgeous, you know that right?”

I made a face. “Yeah… no. I’m not even kind of, especially compared to you, Sar.” It was true. Sarah Cameron was probably the most breathtaking person I’d ever seen in my life, and I wasn’t just saying that because she’s my best friend. She was unbelievably pretty.

“Whatever. You’re just lying to yourself.”

“Goodnight, Sarah.” I told her, not wanting to dwell on my pathetically sad love life any longer. “See you in the morning.”

Sarah rolled over, and within a few minutes was asleep, her breathing evening out, slow and deep. I, however, couldn’t follow her example, tossing and turning for what seemed like hours.

Finally, I give up and crawl out of the bed, leaving the room quietly. Maybe a glass of water would help me sleep. I try to tiptoe, my bare feet making little noise on the vinyl flooring. I was worried about waking up Sarah’s family members, but then I relaxed, moving almost silently downstairs.

I reached the kitchen door, and stopped in my tracks, standing frozen in the doorway. Rafe Cameron is standing at the stovetop, shirtless, in grey sweats. At first, I had no idea what to do. Do I silently back away? Do I try to act normal as I grab my water and leave?

I ended up not having to make a decision, as Rafe turned around, a wooden spoon in hand, spotting me instantly. He looked as shocked as I felt.

“Y/n?”

His voice is soft, and slightly hoarse, probably due to the late hour. That logic doesn’t stop me from immediately getting flustered, though, my eyes wandering down to his bare chest, his abs…

“Y/n?” he asked again, and my gaze snapped up to meet his. He had the hint of a smirk playing at his lips, and I know he caught me blatantly checking him out just then.

“What?”

“I asked what you’re doing in my kitchen at nearly two am?” he repeated slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

For some reason, I can’t seem to find an answer. “I, uh, well, I-”

Rafe laughed, a sound I had never heard before. It was a pretty sound, comforting, somehow. I liked it. I liked the way his nose crinkled a little when he laughed, and how his blue eyes lit up.

Damn, listen to me. I sounded ridiculous.

“Do you need something?” Rafe asked, his teasing tone and accompanied smirk suggesting things I did not want to get caught thinking about.

“I- uh, water,” I replied dumbly, pointing at the sink. That was lame, I realised right after. I’m pretty sure Rafe knows where water comes from, especially in his own house.

Rafe turned, and pulled a glass from the cupboard behind him, and I cannot stop my eyes from wandering this time. I quickly squeeze them shut, ignoring the way my body is aflame right now, every sense on high alert.

“Y/n.” My name, on his tongue, is hushed and gentle, and very close. I open my eyes. Rafe stood right beside me, offering me the glass of water. I take it, and drink, my eyes on him.

He watched me as I finished the water, and placed it on the bench beside me. “Thank you,” I said, the tension in the air between us practically sparking.

Rafe suddenly stepped forwards, closing the space between us. His body is pressed against mine, his knee in between my legs, and every part of my body that is touching him is on fire. He lowered his mouth to my ear, whispering in a hushed tone. “You are very welcome, y/n.”

And then he is gone, leaving me alone.

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae <33

[anashins]

Hi can I request basketball player Jaehyun! x reader; Him falling in love with reader at first sight/feelings are mutual. Thank you :)

Pairing: basketball player!Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Coming in between a fight your brother has caused during a basketball game, you catch the attention of the opposite team's captain.

A/N: I want to experience this 😩 Thanks for requesting, hope you like it 💗

You stopped your bike in front of the basketball field, letting your eyes wander over the location in search of a familiar figure. Panic slowly crawled up your back when you first couldn’t find your brother, unsure where to look anymore as he hadn’t been at his usual spots.

“Ah!” you exclaimed when you finally spotted the familiar outfit he had worn this morning, descending from your bike carefully so as to not let your light summer dress slip up too far.

You felt kind of awkward walking up to the area that was filled with young men as the only woman, but you held your head up high when you started drawing attention to you. Again, you were asking yourself why your brother didn’t even bother casually checking his phone while playing basketball.

“Hey!” You raised your hand after having arrived at the courtside, wanting to get noticed by him who had recently finished a quarter. “Come here!”

“You mean me?” A guy in your brother’s team suddenly felt addressed, a broad grin growing from one corner of his mouth to the other, causing you to grimace. “Of course I’ll come!”

“Back off, that’s my little sister!” your brother cut in, annoyed, and held him back by his shoulder. “Y/n, you stay there! They’re all idiots!”

The basketball that he was holding in his hands, he threw to one player on the opposite team. It got caught by a tall guy with a white long-sleeve and brown hair whose strands fell into his forehead, lightly wetted by sweat from the physical effort. He only caught your eye because, apparently, according to your sibling’s reaction, he wasn’t one of these “idiots”. 

“Your team’s turn, Jaehyun!” your brother called out to him before approaching you. “I’ll be back in a few!”

“Alright!”

You didn’t know you were still staring at this Jaehyun guy until he shifted his eyes and you locked gazes. Suddenly, your entire face turned hot and you were afraid it showed in the change of your cheeks’ color. Immediately, you looked away and waited until your brother reached you.

“What’s up?”

“Since you haven’t checked your phone and mom nearly flipped out… she said you should come home two hours earlier, because our grandparents will arrive at 5 instead of 6 and she wants you to be ready by then.”

He rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe they’re going to stay the entire weekend. What time is it now?”

“Past 3.”

“Are you here by bike?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Okay, me too. Wait for me this quarter, it’s the last. Then I’ll go home with you.”

You didn’t like the idea of sitting in the sun for at least half an hour, but you assumed it was better than coming home alone, relying on your unreliable brother and having your mom send you on a mission to search for him again, so you agreed.

When the last quarter started, you were first only paying attention to your phone, wanting the time to pass quickly. But as the game processed, your eyes got drawn to the field over and over again where they fixated on a tall figure in a white long-sleeve. Not only because he was a great player, dribbling and passing with such elegance despite the hot weather, but also because he looked so effortlessly attractive that you couldn’t help but watch only him.

You could also swear that his eyes were searching for you as well when the quarter got interrupted and he walked close by, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt. But you couldn’t tell for sure anymore, because you got so nervous, your head acted on its own and turned aside.

“That was against the rules!” you suddenly heard someone scream, and the fact that the voice sounded so familiar made you realize that it was your brother. “Say something to him, Jaehyun!”

“Has someone else seen it?” Jaehyun asked around, but everyone who had gathered shook their heads. “Then we cannot take the point back, because we’re here without a referee.”

“That isn’t fair!” Your brother, like the little airhead and sore loser he oftentimes was, kicked the basketball away that then disappeared in the grass. “That point is ours!”

You sighed, feeling secondhand embarrassment over his outburst sink in when he just wouldn’t stop complaining, only delaying the game and even stepping forward to give Jaehyun a push. Enough was enough, it was now time to go home instead of letting him act on his tantrum further. Most of the time, it wasn’t like you were the little, but the big sister to him.

You left your spot on the sidelines and reached the turmoil in the moment your brother’s voice got louder and even the other team members began to argue about god knew what.

“That’s enough!” you told your brother with a strong voice and positioned yourself between him and Jaehyun whose team he wouldn’t stop verbally attacking, and who had a hard time giving him the same heat back. You pointed your finger at him. “We’re going home. Now!”

You knew it might look ridiculous how you were standing between two tall men, chiding your big brother and protecting the one you had turned your back to and who had caused you to blush several times today by his appearance alone, but you stood by your point - like always. And like always, he obeyed.

“Bye guys!”

Your brother waddled behind you while his team snickered in the back before you parted ways for him to get his bike at the other side of the sports area. While you were unlocking yours, you saw another tall figure coming up behind you.

“All this time I thought if your hot-headed brother had siblings, they were just like him.”

You were supporting the bike with your hands and looked at Jaehyun in confusion. “And I’m not?”

He smiled and turned his head away in the same moment as you, seemingly just as flustered. You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, catching your brother driving in your direction already. But it was as though there was still something left unsaid between you.

Jaehyun looked over his shoulder before he said, “You’re absolutely not.”

When he returned to the basketball field and you home, you had the biggest smile on your face - and his number saved on your phone.

[thealogie]

hey thea, long time lurker here! my bestie lives in london (i live in the us) and i asked her to get us macbeth tix but she was at work when they dropped and couldn’t get them in time 😩 i’m debating going to london anyway in late october (bc hey at least i don’t have to get a hotel) and wondered if you could share how queueing irl for day-of tickets works/what your experience was like when you did that? i’d be fine spending a full day on it lol i’ve just never gotten same-day theater tickets before and i don’t know what to expect!

Hey so I promise (to you and everyone else interested) that I’ll do more detailed tips once I see how things work there (the way they do these things really varies show by show and theatre by theatre and I bet they haven’t even fully decided how to resell returned tickets for this yet).

Right now my best guess is they will drop the front row £25 tickets every day on the website at a designated time (like 10 am) and it’s just gonna be whoever clicks faster and gets lucky. I also think they will put returned tickets on the website on a rolling basis until an hour before the show (this is pretty standard across many theatres in London). But people will line up early (maybe as early as 1 pm) to get the tickets that are returned at 6:30 and later.

Anyway that’s my best guess but I promise to gather and post intel when I check out the situation. It’s also been my experience that if you really want to see a show and you’re willing to dedicate a day or two to it, you are gonna get to see it! I wouldn’t be worried! And late October is the best time to snag tickets anyway because it’s in the middle! no opening or closing hype.

[sessakag]

Hi, I hope this message doesn’t come off as weird or anything but I haven’t really seen you posting much on tumblr lately so I wanted to drop in and say I hope you’ve been well!

Its not weird at all, thanks for checking in on me!

I've been recovering from bipolar shenanigans again😩when I have downswing episodes I have to pause everything and withdraw from too much external stimuli (basically life in general lol) My energy levels are always in the negative during this time, so I literally don't have the energy to engage even though I may want to. As I recover, I'll start posting on tumblr again :D and since I'm replying to you now, I'd say recovery is progressing nicely. I just have to ride this out until I'm normal again, lol. So I'm okay, but not okay but mostly okay.

Thanks again for asking! <33333

[maccreadysbaby]

IM LITERALLY SCREAMING AT THE CLIFF HANGER?!?!?!?!??!?!!?!?!? WHAT HAPPENED TO LOGAN?????? YOUR KILLING ME SMALLS 😩

Oh my gosh I love you 😭😆 you’re precious

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next part >

NEVER LEAVING™︎

of all the things y/n had imagined doing with her sons, catching an emergency flight to Santa Monica, California, at ten pm wasn’t one of them

climbing off a plane in California and immediately getting into a military-grade vehicle with violently tinted windows and a man she’d never met was unnerving, but Hesh had told her that was who she was looking for

it was almost six in the morning when the three of them arrived at Fort Santa Monica, where Logan stayed between missions

they were greeted out front by Hesh, who was sporting a really believable “I haven’t slept in two days” look

”hey, guys,” he shared quick hugs with them all. “He wanted to wait for you to get here but surgery was too critical. We have our best medical staff on him now. We aren’t sure how much longer it’ll take”

y/n had nearly fainted when hesh first called her and said that Logan had been standing mere feet away from an active land mine

That someone set off

and now, there the three of them were, waiting in the commons area of Fort Santa Monica for their Logan to come out of surgery

Hesh kept walking in and out, asking what they needed, if they were okay, how he could help

Merrick walked in once and tried to hold a conversation, but he wasn’t very good at it

Keegan was a little better, not panicking as much as Hesh so he was able to hang out with the boys and get their minds off of everything for a while

Y/n had never met Kick before, but he brought blankets and pillows into the room for them incase they were tired after their travels, and — though he was silent — the tight lipped smile he sent her way definitely did more good than harm

she finally used her mom voice on hesh (which the boys found entertaining) to make him sit down and stop walking all over the place, trying to help him calm his nerves

but it didn’t help because the very moment he stopped distracting himself, and let himself take in the reality of everything, he started crying

and y/n was just at a loss because she’d never seen that side of her brother-in-law before

keegan was quick to take the boys somewhere else, like “let’s go check out the vehicles we got in the hangars” or “you’re not really allowed in the armory but I don’t think a peek will hurt” because he’s precious and didn’t want them to worry anymore about their dad because of hesh’s emotions

for a while y/n just held hesh, too, because she remembered how badly she needed to be held when Logan found her on the kitchen floor. And she definitely wasn’t just going to not do anything

it took a while for him to calm down, but she didn’t mind. She knew the toll being called back into the line of fire was taking on Logan and, as far as she knew, hesh had just been keeping it all to himself. So she just patted his back and let him take his time

it wasn’t very long after that, though, that Keegan came back into the room with the boys on his heels, announcing that Logan was in recovery

the lot of them practically ran through Fort Santa Monica just to reach the recovery room, where Logan lay peacefully in a hospital bed, cut up and bruised, but breathing

Y/n and the boys sat in chairs around his bed for what felt like hours. Hesh was going to give them space but she insisted that Logan would want to see him, too, when he woke up

The sun was going down again, and he still wasn’t awake. Elliot was stretched out across two chairs, laid over in hesh’s lap, totally dead asleep, and McKade had — despite a few quiet arguments from his mother — squished his tiny self into the open space in the hospital bed next to Logan and fell asleep there.

And only when hesh had fallen asleep and y/n was nodding off, did Logan rouse

she almost flew out of her chair

It took Logan a few minutes to focus on everything around him, but when his eyes landed on y/n, his eyes watered up

”y/n,” he breathed, stretching out a hand toward her. She grabbed it tightly and leaned down, placing a kiss on his head

”hey, baby”

he glanced down at McKade and smiled softly, blinking back the tears in his eyes as he lifted a hand and ruffled his son’s hair

McKade woke up quickly and, when he caught sight of his father awake, exclaimed excitedly: “dad!”

and that woke up Hesh and Elliot

and for a while, everyone was either crying or nearly crying, because there Logan was, breathing, heart beating, alive

“Y/n,” Logan stated, peering up at her. She was immediately by his side, and he continued: “I’m never leaving you again.”

she smiled and chuckled quietly as she batted away the tears in her eyes

“I cant serve anymore,” he continued. Y/n knitted her brows together, cocking her head to the side

”what do you mean?”

he lifted up the blanket with a wince, and sitting neatly beneath the sheets, unbeknownst to everyone else, was a metal prosthetic where his left leg used to be

y/n’s mouth fell open, and she turned and laid her head on his chest, hugging him gently, whispering: “oh, baby…”

she felt him kiss her on the hair lightly “it’s going to be a change, but it’s okay, because I’ll really never leave you again”

[winterchimez]

describe your moots as tbz members <33

hiya anon 👋🏻 im so sorry it took me the longest time to reply to your ask cs me needed to do some ✨thinking✨ on this shdjd but here it goes!

@stealanity as sangyeon

our mother our unnie!!! matty just takes care of all of us so well (i mean the entire deoboyznet might just be her kids by now) and she’s super sweet always making sure we’re doing great & safe & healthy 🥹

@flwoie & @hanniluvi as jacob

no cs these two have literally been nothing but the sweetest ever to me ever since we became moots 🥹 you both have been with me from the very beginning of my writing journey and i def wouldn’t be where im at now without you guys 😭 im always so so grateful to you both truly 🤧💕

@wuahae as younghoon

idk abt yall but cat just screams hoonie vibes to me. despite being really sweet she’s also so so cute and pretty irl!!! and we all know hoonie is the sweetest and one of the darn good looking guys ever 😩

@daisyvisions as hyunjae

ahhh my fav sangyeon stan!!! daisy is just so outgoing and friendly like hyunjae is, and ofc ✨ahem✨ as wild as hyunjae can be 🤪 she’s always sending me some sangyeon ✨GOOD FOOD✨ (with some hyunjae at the side cs we both sangmil girlies 😩) thanks for always feeding my delusions ig 🤧🫶🏻

@juyeonszn as juyeon

fawn is literally just the sweetest and nicest ever!!! and her writing?? OMG. PURE TALENT JUST LIKE JUYO HIMSELF 😤 yall should def check out her works if you haven’t PERIODT ✨ and i look forward to having more convos with you 😉💕

@sungbeam as kevin/changmin

ah there’s my fiery elmo twin!!! 🔥 i mean there’s literally NOTHING this girl can’t do, from making such high quality banners to dropping i dare say THE BEST fics you’ll ever find here we love a talented queen ✨ and also she’s always spitting some random facts and memes and that’s exactly like kevin on weverse/bubble lmao

putting in a sprinkle of changmin just cs. changmin spits fire and she does that to me all the time 😔

@heemingyu as chanhee

sana is just as savage as chanhee is LMAO ive became a joke for her to the point she practically LIVES for my reaction whenever she sends me ✨ahem✨ daddy sangyeon content 😔 (but she can be as sweet and caring as chanhee does so some bonus points ig :p)

@invuwrld as changmin

mona has unfortunately became besties with sana in terms of sending me daddy sangyeon content bcs lemme tell you they’re literally partners-in-crime when it comes to b*llying moi 😔 (i mean the large amount of sangyeon in her album is for me so 😔😔) hence they’re literally just kyunew. i said what i said 😤 (but at the end of the day i go back to loving and protecting mona cs im a very responsible unnie 🤧)

@cupidjyu & @zzoguri as haknyeon

hakkie is the sweetest little bean & literally my comfort person ever & that’s exactly yumi & moni!! yumi is just the sweetest and cutest lil 妹妹 and there’s nothing i wanna do then to give her cuddles and protect her at all cost 💖 and ofc moni. bless your kindest soul ever cs you’re always just so so nice to me :(((( and ofc i bawled my eyes out reading moni’s changmin fic cs i was going through things at that time and i literally spammed moni’s dms telling how much it has helped me loads 🥹 so yes im eternally grateful for that & thank you for listening to my story too 🤧 (which btw yall should check out the fic if you haven’t!!!)

@justalildumpling as sunwoo

my emotional support buddy j!!! 💪 yknow how sunwoo’s the type where you’d just feel so comfortable starting a convo with even tho you’ve just met? j is literally that and im so so glad we hit off so well!! tbh ive seen you on my dash a lot & im more than thrilled when we became moots 😭 and cs we’re both delusional so we can become besties and get our phd from the delulu boy himself 😔 (i’ll forever remember our lipstick convo lmao 💄)

@i520cm as eric

ah the maknae of all maknaes. lmao ipah is just as outgoing as eric is, and she literally pops into the gc and drops some random ass topic which makes everyone laugh their asses off most of the time 🤣 and umm… ipah does overshare sometimes but its good we love that energy and poor kiddo is always being bullied LMAO its ok your kakak’s got your back always 😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[royedismyaesthetic]

Hi mod! I’ve found myself rereading some of my old favorite RoyEd fics recently after a long dry spell and I desperately need new material, but I checked the AO3 Ed/Roy tag and there haven’t been many enticing new updates in ages. Have you put a fic rec list out before, or have you read any good/underrated fics that you can recommend? 👀 They can be platonic or romantic, parental or postcanon friends/coworkers, smutty or genfic, none of it matters to me! I just really miss Roy & Ed so much 😩

(Also, since I’ve followed you for years and never interacted directly, hi! This is canonical-royed reaching out! I just want to tack on a brief addition that I’ve loved your blog for years and hugely appreciate your dedications to the RoyEd fandom by regularly updating this archive. Thanks for keeping the ship alive, you’re the bomb!!)

Hello hello! It’s been a while since I posted a rec list- I’ve been meaning to put somethin’ together, but *shrugs* I haven’t gotten around to it just yet. And I’m in the same boat- whatever their relationship is… I wanna read about it! So! Here’s a mishmash of (kind of new-ish) fics that I read lately (or at least, the ones that I can remember off the top of my head): 

numerics by butbythegrace - In this fic, people are born with the time and date of their death on their wrist. I read this yesterday, and I don’t know why I didn’t read it earlier, because it was so good! It’s romantic with sexual content. 

The mortifying ordeal of being known by applecrumbledore - It’s post-canon and Edward works at a hospital. The characterization was really good. Just a great read. Also romantic with sexual content. 

Everything I Remembered by hunters_retreat - Edward has amnesia. The ending was sweet, and I liked how their relationship developed. That was also romantic with sexual content…

The Quiet Ones by BeyondTheClouds777 - That was parental RoyEd. I liked reading about them being injured and in the hospital together. They had some sweet moments.  

And then in terms of older fics, I recently reread For Her For Him by nomdeplume1313 , a classic... I reread Mistakes by Sevlow which is a zombie fic... and then of course I read Save Me by Sevlow for the tenth time for some heavy Roy whump.

I hope you enjoyed my terrible descriptions…

(And I’ve seen you reblogging stuff lots of times before- thank you for your kind words and for following me! Your ask made my day!)

[reminiscentreader]

Love your fics!😩 Can u write one where there is an event the Hawthornes+Avery have to attend but they haven’t left the house cuz Grayson is late and everyone is confused, and then one of his brothers come to check on him in his room only to find out he’s asleep cuz he’s feeling sick, and then that brother stays with him??😭

Thank you for being so patient! I’ve been wanting to write this for a while but I’ve been really busy 😭

Anyways hope you enjoy xx

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Jameson

The annual Hawthorne gala, Hundreds of important rich people from al over the world coming to see the Hawthorne heiress, my Hawthorne heiress. I watch as Avery slips on her deep green dress, it fits her perfectly, she is perfect, “Jamie,” I sit up a little straighter, “zip me up will you?” I make my way off our bed and towards her “of course heiress.” After I zip up her dress I rest my hands on her shoulders and tuck my head into the crook of her head, “you look so beautiful tonight heiress” I reach my hand out to stroke down her braid, “I love you” Avery leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, “I love you too.”

Grayson

I feel awful. I don’t ever get sick but right now I feel like curling into a ball and dying, I can barely stand up or see and there are tears streaming my face. I hate how vulnerable I’ve made myself, I’m ment to be attending the annual gala for goodness sake, so if I don’t sort myself out in the next five minutes, I’m fucked. I desperately try to make my way to the bathroom but I’m hopelessy stumbling around, tears blurring my vision. What would the old man say if he saw me now? Your letting yourself get sick Grayson? Hawthornes don’t get sick. They are fighters. We don’t let anything get in the way. Kill yourself tobias, is what I would’ve probably thought if he wasn’t already dead.

I don’t know how long I’ve had my head stuck in this toilet for, violently vomiting to the point of passing out, I suddenly feel light headed, maybe I should get some sleep, maybe I should take a break from work? No. Weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak….

Nash

I clap my hands to get everyone’s attention, “Right ya’ll, everyone here ready to go?” 7 heads nod back at me, “alright let’s head to the car room.” About five minutes into walking Avery exclaims, “Grayson, Have you got the papers we need?” Nobody responds. “G-Grayson?” Everyone starts to look around murmuring, “Now where the hell ‘as Gray gone.” I say looking for him in the crowd of people following me, “Jesus Christ, did anyone see him come out?” Again in response I get a couple of murmurs, “Nobody?” They all shake there heads, “Guess I’ll go find him then.”

After walking all the way back to the house, I was starting to wonder if Grayson wasn’t even in the state, maybe he went to go visit his sister or something, nah, I know gray wouldn’t miss this if he was half dying. I’d stopped to ask one of the maids if they’d seen him, “M-mister Hawthorne hasn’t been out of his wing all day.” I quickly thanked her with the tip of my hat and headed towards graysons wing.

so here I am, stood outside graysons wing I’ve already knocked five times, five times with no response, “GRAYSON DAVENPORT HAWTHORNE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR IN 5 SECONDS IM KNOCKING IT DOWN.” No response. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.., still nothing, I know how much grayson hates privacy invaders, but it’s for his own safety, he could be dead in there for fucks sake. So Nash kicked down the door.

Grayson

the first thing I heard when I woke up was the bang of what I assumed to be someone kicking down my door, I tried to pull myself up, to see who it was, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything without it hurting, the next thing I saw was Nash standing at the bathroom door, “oh gray” Nash knealed down to my level and pushed a bit of hair that had fell into my eyes away, “what’s up?” I only grunted in response, I didn’t trust myself, “ok gray let’s get you into bed.” He helped me up, I was shaking so badly, I was tired, so so so tired. I fell asleep almost immediately, I heard Nash pull up a chair next to my bed and say something like, “Get some rest gray, please.” He helped me into my bed and the minute my head hit the pillow I fell fast asleep.

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Nash stayed with Grayson that night, and when his brothers arrived home, he did not tell them what had happened, he simply let them guess, when Grayson woke up, he did take a break from work. The night Grayson Hawthorne missed the annual Hawthorne gala, would become a secret between the two oldest Hawthornes, that the others would never found out about.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I am so so so sorry for how long this took 😭 I really hope you enjoyed it ❤️❤️

[aminocamino]

Day 26 - 6 May - rest day 2 in LEON

Woke up later than planned. Hobbled to the shower and get some washing in. Not missing washing by hand at all!

I rang and texted the physio. Managed an appointment tomorrow at 7.30am. They open early and close at 1.30pm. However he did later text and give me an 8.30 appointment - relief!

I had tomatoes on toast drizzled with olive oil at the local cafe. And they make excellent coffee.

This is the view from the front door of my apartment. I should mention that when I went in and checked in, the landlord was brilliant. Almost made me cry with his kindness. He offered to do my shopping for me or anything I wanted. I will definitely be back to this city to explore it and stay here.

Today was a day of chemists. I had been told of one that rented out crutches so I hobbled over to it. No rental but you can buy them - 30€ for a pair which I thought was a bargain. Haven’t worked out what I will do with them once I am back on the trail but if I can’t carry on they will definitely come in useful at the airport.

This is the exterior of the chemist I was in yesterday. Amazing building. In fact Leon seems to be full of pharmacists in historical buildings. Where I got my crutches - the counter was ornately carved wood - obviously very old. I did for a second think of asking if I could photo it but didn’t in the end and now wish I had. Perhaps a tour of Leons historical pharmacists could be a ‘thing’?

On the way back from the chemist - met Carrie looking extremely touristy in jeans…. Not like a regular Peregrino at all - way too cool! We had a quick catch up in the sun. Carrie is going to soldier on - very exciting for her and I promised to send details of any bookings I had made ahead. It helps that we have both booked the accommodation ahead as it will be one less headache for Carrie. It’s enough on this to look after oneself. Bless - she did offer to get stuff for me but now with crutches - everything is so near. Can’t believe how lucky I’ve been with this apartment. It’s near everything - the supermarket/the chemist/cafes and most importantly the hospital!

Popped out around 4pm as I felt peckish and knew there was a patisserie nearby. The cake looked better than it tasted. Not a patch on the ones Carrie and I had in Burgos. The service was also abit nonchalant… Bumped into two original Camino friends Malcolm and Helen - Leon seems to be the place where everyone converges. Unfortunately I have seen loads limping and either with sticks or crutches. 😩

Not much else happened as I need to rest my foot and rest it I did. Very good for me.

Evening I did force myself out to a restaurant right opposite the Cathedral. It was extremely cool and played some great music.

View of the Cathedral from the restaurant and a tour of the inside - loved the decor.

Tomorrow I go and see the physio and Carrie heads out on her own.

[jazzyjazzin]

ahhh vampire au update!!

the dream/memory! the slow dancing! (2/2 creloise fics? oh you spoil me 😭) franchaela crumbs/set-up for vampire francesca?!? 👀👀👀 the JOURNAL!! (god eloise needs to remember their past life, I BEG!) eloise being even more enamored and determined to help her out! the absolute soulmatism of it all!!! ugh your mind! what a chapter that was 😍

been thinking about songs for modern eloise vibes and I got one for you as thanks for this new chapter 😅 it's denim jacket by sammy rae and the friends! she's gonna need a hell of a lot of self-confidence trying to successfully get that blood for cressida so here's a song to hype her up 😂

p.s. please don't worry about responding to my asks right away! from your author's note in the update, you've been going through it in your personal life so don't mind me 😅 glad you pushed through to get us this next chapter though! loving the new songs in the playlist too!

til next time! take care ❤️

-🧛🏻‍♀️

i was hoping you’d enjoy it and come grace me with your thoughts and music taste! I’m glad you liked it! and i’m not gonna confirm or deny the possibility of vampire francesca 😌 you’ll just have to wait and find out. But I will confirm we’ll be seeing more of the journal, that’s an essential player!

I will definitely be checking this out obviously! you’re right, eloise does need all the luck and confidence she can get for such a task 😂 she’s definitely a focused girl! lol

yes truly thank you for that, lost in the sauce doesn’t even cut it for me at this point. who knew being so gay would be so distracting 😩. I’m glad you’re liking the new songs, I haven’t checked but last I looked it was still just us vibing to it. ☺️

thank you vamp anon! i’ll see you soon, hopefully! ❤️