#i kid you not i had to take a lil break in the middle bc i couldn't see the screen from my tears

[hansama]

Day 7 - I love you

i cried multiple times while drawing this q///q) even now my eyes are still teary asdlkjfhskdh////// god... I love them sm.... thank you @htsan/@sansxyouweek for hosting this wonderful event!!! my heart screamed and break danced so much during it!!

thank you for everyone who enjoyed my drawings during this week!! Q///Q) ♥

[woozivrse]

sniff kiss: seungcheol, jun, mingyu, seungkwan, vernon

this one needs a lil explaining bc it's not super common? but it's just someone smelling you(usually into the top of your head or like your cheek) and it's done in like primarily south east asian cultures i believe?

but like this is really, really indulgent of me but i grew up with my mom and aunts kissing me like this so it feels so??? loving?? and nostalgic to me?? like, it feels like a warm hug and i get transported to being a kid again. it's like being protected, knowing no matter what, there's someone there who will help pick you up and support you.

kiss on the knuckles: joshua, wonwoo, minghao

you two are probably holding hands, maybe walking around somewhere or just sitting down across from each other. either way he can't just kiss you without causing a disturbance(stopping in the middle of the sidewalk) or getting up from his chair, so he kisses your knuckles. this feels like a royal romance movie, the prince is looking at their beloved and they kiss their knuckles without breaking eye contact. he probably does this to see you get shy and you know he does it because you're just so cute when you try to hide your face from him.

kiss on the cheek: jeonghan, soonyoung, jihoon, seokmin, chan

it's quick, these men are busy but they want to show you their love. they're maybe just about to leave but they want to say bye without waking you, or they're taking a break from whatever they're doing and just wanna kiss you quickly so you know they're thinking about you. or, he wants to show you his love and he's peppering kissing across your face, and this is where he starts. either way, it's full of love and adoration, saying “i love you” without the words.

happy svt comeback to those who celebrate :) i had this idea for a lil but i decided to finish it for the comeback! cheers to youth is prob my fav of the new songs but lalali and spell are so good...

[kyber-crystal]

Hi! May I request a sequel to "my little love" for how jake responds to max calling him dad/daddy for the first time? or jake being cute with max and your shared kids (bc i KNOW y'all don't stop after the first one lol)

i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this but HELL YEAH and i'm extra sorry i didn't post this for a while b/c i wasn't sure about how it turned out in general...anyways, i hope you enjoy : ')

my future || jake "hangman" seresin

summary: as written above! this is a sequel to the headcanon my little love, which i LOVED writing w my whole heart.

settling into married life was surprisingly not difficult. you'd already spent so much time around hangman that forever felt so comfortable

now everyone is so happy and in high spirits. but max is significantly happier than them all and it's so wholesome to see

rooster, or "fairy godmother" (max likes to call him the latter....yes...godmother, not godfather. you don't know why but it's so funny, especially when you watch rooster react to this), is always there to take care of your kiddo when you're busy

he let him sit in his F-14 and take a picture with him :)

and you're paranoid and worrying the whole time but rooster's like "relax, i got him" and he's super chill about it

"he's gonna be a pilot. better than you, even," you leaned over and gave your husband a look

"i think so!"

the kid lives and breathes top gun. and now that you've moved in with hangman, you're only a few minutes' walk from base, making it easy to go back and forth.

when you're working at the hard deck, penny sits him by the nearest booth with a milkshake and some old books and toys

if one of the uncles or phoenix wasn't busy, they'd come over to keep him entertained

and you know when hangman's done for the day when you see max break into his signature grin. you've noticed that you only really see it around him

so you're celebrating his fourth birthday today. it's insane, because he already speaks like a six year old (hangman says it's because you're also smart af. but, being the cocky lil shit he is, fanboy likes to take the credit for it. i mean, the guy majored in biochem, so he knows his stuff)

it's an off day for everyone, so they're able to come help decorate the place. you had the idea to surprise your son, so while everyone was getting ready, fanboy was with max by the beach, playing soccer. they'd come back in an hour and boom!

by the end of things, the hard deck doesn't look like the hard deck anymore. it looks like max's paradise—a kiddie version of top gun, you realize. your heart melts because 🥺🥺🥺

everyone hides when they hear fanboy and max coming in

and then you all jump up from your hiding spots and yell "SURPRISE" and he starts grinning again

and then the kid runs straight towards hangman, giggling in pure delight

"daddy!" he yells

you're all like wait wtf

did he just

say

oh

hangman has to stop for a moment before picking him up. you can see him tearing up bc this is the first time max has ever said this

it's definitely really fulfilling to watch. when he was a baby and screamed and cried for hours at a time out of nowhere, you knew it wasn't always just from tiredness. or being hungry. or whatnot

the rest of the night you're all emotional af and max notices

"daddy why are you crying?"

there go the waterworks...more tears slip down jake's face 🥺😭

"because i'm happy!"

"people cry when they are sad! like when uncle fanboy loses to uncle payback!"

"HEY! kid, i thought you were on my side"

"so, i'm your dad now, huh?"

"forever and ever and ever and ever!"

how could you have gotten so lucky...

you're sitting here in the middle of the hard deck with your family. a family when realization hits. you had a loving husband, and a father, and a child that brightened up your world, and you couldn't have asked for anything more. you finally found someone that wanted forever and wasn't one to back away

now for some more cute moments post-birthday celebration

you take max to base every day right

and hangman will carry him on his shoulders all the time

if he's not done with his flight or workout or whatever, maverick takes his place

or his fairy godmother :)

as soon as he lands, max takes off at the speed of light and goes barreling towards him (how tf is the kid so FAST)

as hangman picks him up he looks at you and says "can we please have another kid. please"

"i want a sister! tell her, daddy!"

"see, the little man agrees"

sorry this ending was so awful i genuinely apologize...

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[mochilovesbuffmen]

Hiiii mochiiii LMAOOO (totally didn't talk to you just now ANYWAYS)

Tokyo revengers Mizo Middle Five, Mochizuki, shion madarame, and obv kazutora, (if you want add more) with a clingy, childhood best friend reader to lovers, or they can already be lovers.

There literally isn't enough mizo middle five content out there 😭

Hope you have fun with this hehehe!

this is such a cute idea omg😭💞

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

I apologize that i couldn't include all of the Mizo Middle Five bc damn they're tough to write-

Anyways

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭!! 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍 𝘈𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋!!

𝙈𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞

• this ones my favorite omg

• your Families are friends that's how you met!

• Playdates w Mochi were always the best but he would tease you for not being able to catch up w him

• you're one of the few people not afraid of this big guy even if he's angry

• and he appreciates it so so much

• he's the best friend you need and actually listens very well (sucks at giving advice though)

• y'alls favorite type of dates is going to eat

• his dream partner would be someone who eats as much as him but he's gonna like someone who eats less too (he can finish your food dw)

• that being said y'all got together pretty early

• depending if you confessed first because he's gonna take ages making sure you're actually interested in him that way

• he's prolly very self concious but he never shows it

• pls reassure him

• you love to hug him and he loves to hug you back (he gives the best hugs fight me on that)

• loves when you hang on his arm!! He's proud of his strength and flexes every chance he gets so you can compliment him<3

• also loves to give piggy back rides or just letting you sit on his shoulders + plus doesn't hesitate to swoop you up and carry you when you're tired - no matter your weight

• style his hair!! Your fingers in his hair while he's sitting on the floor is the best way for him to relax😭

𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚

• you two stuck like glue ever since y'all met at the playground when you were smaller

• even then Shion was all bark but no bite and you helped him when he got beat by older kids lmao

• so now years later you two still chill together in your room (i hc that he prolly has some beef w his family so he prefers to not be home at all)

• man knows where the keys to your home is if he's not simply coming in through the front door (your parents don't mind anymore)

• they probably didn't even believe he's a deliquent help

• naps on your bed >>

• you're the only one (and Izana) who can tell him to stfu without getting beat

• obv you patch him up after a fight and he didn't manage to keep you out of his gang business but ig you don't mimd if you still stick around

• he slowly started to fall for you with the way you cared for him and didn't mind if he disappeared for days when he needed the break

• that's why every time you touched or hugged him his heart would beat faster (pls don't ask why he's gotten red he's gonna deny it)

• i doubt he'll confess first though brother is in denial

• it was you who indirectly asked him and he went ?????

• he's gonna be so happy and you can see that on his giddy smile <3 Will only genuinely laugh and smile like that privately w you tho

• he needs a little push after you confessed but let's say he's clingy too after you two got together (more than you)

BONUS! Once a dude tried to threaten you and had the misfortune of Shion witnessing it. That guy got pulled away and you could imagine what happened to him (Shion sent you a cute little Selfie w the beaten guy after)

𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖

• okay so this ones a lil different

• you two were friends right before Toman was founded

• he wouldn't tell you about his family problems but you knew something was wrong

• he's gonna be more hesitant with being touched by you. Not that he doesn't want to, he's simply not used it

• you two had a routine with feeding and petting stray cats and he started to feel very comfortable around you

• that was until the thing w Shinichiro happened

• you heard about it from your parents but couldn't see him before he got to juvie

• you also didn't see him until he got out again much later

• you were walking home when saw him standing there leaning against a wall. He has been waiting for you.

• you two caught up and got closer again this day

• but he was way more distant than he used to and you were the only one who could see it despite his attitude

• fast forward to the Bloody Halloween you witnessed everything that happened (decide if you're in Toman or Valhalla)

• you managed to confess to him before he got you to leave before the Police came

• this time you didn't leave his side and visited him as often as you could in juvie

• that's when he confessed to you too<3

• after he got out there the second time you were there and you could finally go on dates.

• still hesitant and shy when you touch or hug him but he gradually got used to it

• going on rides w him as a date!!

𝙔𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞

• ahhhh this cutie!!

• being childhoof friends w him means being childhood friends w the whole group

• but you seemed to always spend more time w Yamagishi

• ofc you're gonna be his number one to rant about gangs to

• and you didn't mind one bit

• you didn't join Toman w the rest of them as you preferred to stay out of the danger

• which meant you're the one Yamagishi goes to to get patched up

• you're his crush obv and he's the one to confess after the whole crew teased him about it for too long

• was ecstatic when you said yes

• going to arcades is going to be y'alls favorite type of dates!! Also amusement parks even tho he probably hates the higher rides

• can't help but grin widely when you steal his glasses and wear them for fun

• loves when you hug him or hold his hand!! He has the most adorable blush on his face when you do

• he's gonna tease the shit outta you at times too

• plus he may be shy around you but he initiates physical touch himself too

• i feel like he's the type to randomly start tickling you (may or may have not got accidently hit by you and his glasses broke AGAIN)

[lifeofpriya]

person a is talking shit to person b and person b is completely engaged.

^ "yeah, and so person c did this and it literally shocked... everyone." "you're kidding. i thought they said that they didn't like that guy." "that's what i thought too!!!"

from Love is Like a Lottery bc what I would GIVEEE to have gossip time w jack omg!

ughhhh, i just want to have a lil gossip sesh with Jack, is that too much to ask for 😭😩

Engaged and Amused

wc: 2.5k

"I just had the most dramatic day," you start, plopping down on the couch beside Jack, your cheeky grin spreading wider as you watch the excitement flicker in his eyes. "You wouldn't believe it if I told you."

Jack, ever the attentive listener, sets aside his tennis racket and turns towards you, his gaze fully engaged. "Come on, spill it," he says, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. His forehead is beaded with sweat from his intense training session, and his cheeks are flushed with the exertion of it all. The way his athletic body leans in, eager for the story, is a testament to the bond you two share.

You take a dramatic pause, relishing the anticipation. "So, I was at class today, right?" You lean in, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if you're about to share a secret that could shake the very foundations of the tennis world. "And there's this guy in my class that has a crush on one of my friends, and he's so awkward it's painful to watch."

Jack chuckles, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "Sounds like a sitcom plot," he says, reaching for his water bottle to take a sip. The condensation on the plastic leaves a wet trail on his fingers as he puts it down.

"But wait, it gets better," you continue, your voice rising with the excitement of the story. "He tripped over his own feet when she walked by, and let's just say his dignity took a nosedive faster than my GPA when I took quantum mechanics."

Jack laughs, the sound deep and rich. His eyes crinkle at the edges as he imagines the scene you're painting. He's always loved your way of telling stories, the way you manage to find humor in the most mundane of situations. "What did she do?"

You mimic the shocked face of your friend. "Well, she was obviously mortified. She tried to help him up, but she ended up falling over too." You start to giggle, the kind that makes your eyes water. "It was like a domino effect of awkwardness."

Jack laughs harder now, his body shaking with the force of it. He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. "So, what happened next?" he asks, his voice a bit raspy from the exertion of his laughter.

You sit up, your own giggles subsiding. "Yeah, and so she did this awkward half-laugh, half-scream thing, you know?" You put a hand to your chest, mimicking her. "And it literally shocked everyone into silence."

Jack nods, his eyes still twinkling with amusement. "What did he say?"

You lean back into the couch, propping your feet up on the coffee table. "The poor guy just looked up at her, his face a mix of embarrassment and hope. He mumbled something about the floor being slippery, but it was so obvious it was just nerves."

Jack nods, his eyes sparkling. "Classic," he says, shaking his head. "What'd she say?"

You smirk, enjoying the suspense. "Well, she's a bit of a drama queen herself. She looked down at him, all wide-eyed and said, 'Oh my god, are you okay?' in this high-pitched voice. It was like watching a scene from a bad rom-com."

"You're kidding! I thought she said she didn't like that guy," Jack says, raising an eyebrow.

"That's what I thought too! But apparently, she's had a soft spot for him all along. They've been playing this awkward dance of denial and attraction for weeks," you reply, shaking your head in amazement. "But today was the breaking point."

Jack's eyes widen in surprise. "Did something happen between them?"

You nod, your smirk growing. "Yeah, she finally admitted it. In the middle of the class. It was like a scene from a movie, except with more textbooks and less slow-motion."

Jack's eyes go wide. "No way." He leans in closer, his elbows resting on his knees. "How did that go?"

You grin, the memory of the moment still fresh in your mind. "It was like watching a car crash, but in a good way." You laugh, the sound bouncing off the walls of his sleek, modern living room. "So, she helps him up, and everyone's just staring at them. And then, she whispers something in his ear."

Jack's curiosity is palpable, his body leaning towards you like he's about to miss the next serve at Wimbledon. "What did she whisper?"

"Well," you start, drawing out the word, "she said, 'Maybe we should go grab coffee together after this, you know, to talk about how clumsy we both are?' And his face, oh my god, it was priceless."

Jack leans back, his own laughter subsiding. "What was his reaction?"

You giggle again, remembering the moment vividly. "He looked like he'd just won the lottery. His cheeks turned red, and he stuttered something incoherent before nodding so fast it looked like he had a neck spasm." You mimic the gesture, your head bobbing up and down rapidly.

Jack laughs, his eyes warm with affection for your friend's newfound romance. "That's adorable," he says, a smile tugging at his lips.

You nod, feeling a strange mix of happiness for your friend and a pang of jealousy that you can't quite explain. "It was," you agree, trying to keep your voice light. "But also super awkward. You should've seen the rest of us trying to pretend we weren't watching."

Jack's smile softens, and he reaches over to squeeze your hand gently. "I'm sure it was," he says, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on your palm. "What was the professor's reaction?"

You laugh, feeling the warmth of his touch spread through you. "The professor? Oh, she just sighed and said, 'Could you two possibly find a more appropriate time to declare your love?' It was so dry, the whole room cracked up."

Jack chuckles, squeezing your hand back before releasing it. "Well, at least they have the support of the class."

"Yeah, it's like everyone's been waiting for it to happen," you say, smiling wistfully. You look around the room, taking in the minimalist decor, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lush garden, and the faint scent of freshly cut grass that lingers in the air from his earlier practice sessions.

Jack nods, his eyes still focused on you, the intensity of his gaze making your cheeks warm. "So, what did you do after that?" he asks, his voice gentle.

"Well, we all kind of just went back to our seats, and the class carried on like nothing happened," you say, your smile fading slightly as you think of the rest of the class. "But the tension was so thick, you could've cut it with a knife. It was weird, you know? Being part of something so… public and private at the same time."

Jack nods, his expression understanding. He knows what it's like to have the world watch his every move on the tennis court, to have moments of triumph and defeat play out in front of thousands of people. "I bet it was," he says, his voice gentle.

You take a deep breath, the reality of your friend's public confession sinking in. "It's funny, isn't it? How life can throw these curveballs at you?"

Jack nods, his gaze still on you, his eyes searching. "Yeah, it can be. But it's moments like those that make life interesting."

You nod, your heart skipping a beat as his hand reaches for yours again, his grip firm but not overpowering. "You're right," you say, feeling a sudden sureness in his presence. "Life is full of surprises, like you being here right now, listening to my ridiculous stories."

Jack's smile turns affectionate, his thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand. "I wouldn't miss them for the world," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence that follows isn't uncomfortable but filled with a gentle buzz of understanding.

You lean into his side, feeling the warmth radiate from his body, the scent of his sweat and the faint hint of his cologne. "You know what's the best part of the day?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jack looks at you, his eyes questioning. "What's that?"

"It's this," you say, turning to face him fully, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. You lean closer, until your foreheads are almost touching. "It's you being here, listening to me, making me laugh. It's the best part of every day."

Jack's smile softens, and his eyes search yours for a moment before he leans in and kisses you, his lips gentle but firm. It's a kiss that speaks volumes without uttering a single word, a promise of more to come. You melt into him, feeling his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. The couch cushions muffle your sigh of contentment.

When you pull back, you're both grinning like fools. "I love you," you murmur, your eyes still locked on his.

Jack's smile widens, his eyes darkening slightly. "I love you too," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

You both sit there for a moment, basking in the warmth of the moment, the story of your friend's awkward confession fading into the background. Jack's hand is still in yours, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. You can feel your heart racing, and your cheeks are flushed.

"So, how was your day?" you ask, changing the subject and hoping to ease the sudden tension that has settled between you like a thick fog.

Jack's grin turns into a full-fledged smile, his eyes lighting up. "My day was good," he says, his voice low and warm.

"Just good?" you ask, teasing him. You know he's been a bit stir-crazy, cooped up at home due to an abdominal injury.

Jack's smile turns into a playful smirk. "Well, it was alright until you showed up and started telling me about your friend's dramatic escapades. Now, it's definitely looking up."

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the blush that creeps up your neck. "Oh, please. Like you don't have any awkward moments on the court."

Jack laughs, leaning back into the couch cushions. "Fair point," he concedes, his eyes glinting. "But at least my blunders don't involve confessing my feelings in front of a room full of people."

"True," you admit, snuggling closer to him. His arm wraps around you, pulling you in tight. The warmth of his embrace feels like a sanctuary, a place where you can tell him anything. "But hey, at least you're not stuck in a classroom all day."

Jack chuckles, his breath ruffling your hair. "I'd take a boring classroom over a physiotherapist's office any day," he says, his tone light but tinged with a hint of frustration. His injury has been a sore spot, a constant reminder that he's not invincible.

You lift your head from his chest, looking at him with concern. "You'll be back on the court soon, I know it," you say, trying to reassure him. You know how much tennis means to him, how much he lives and breathes it.

Jack's expression turns serious, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I hope so," he murmurs, his voice tight. "I just hate feeling like this, like I'm stuck, like I can't do what I love."

You lean in and kiss his cheek, feeling the stubble prickle against your lips. "You're not stuck," you whisper, your voice firm. "You're just healing. And when you're back, you'll be better than ever."

Jack looks up, his eyes meeting yours. For a moment, you see the vulnerability hidden beneath his usually stoic exterior. It's a side of him you don't often get to see, but when he lets you in, it's like peeling back layers of an onion, each one more raw and real than the last. "Thanks," he murmurs, his thumb still drawing lazy circles on your hand.

The silence stretches between you, filled with the quiet comfort that comes from truly knowing someone. You both know that his injury has been weighing on him, but you're not one to push when he's not ready to talk. Instead, you let the gentle rhythm of his touch speak for itself.

After a few moments, Jack clears his throat. "So, tell me something good that happened today," he says, his voice a little rougher than usual.

You think back over the day, sifting through the mundane and the dramatic. "Well," you begin, a smile playing on your lips, "I got to spend more time with the love of my life, who also happens to be an amazing listener."

Jack's eyes brighten, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "That's always a win," he says, his voice filled with warmth.

You nod, feeling your heart swell with affection for him. "Yeah, it really is," you reply, your voice soft. You lean your head on his shoulder, watching as the setting sun casts a warm glow over the room. The shadows lengthen and the light dances over the walls, painting them with a soft, golden hue.

Jack's eyes follow yours, his expression thoughtful. "You know, I've been thinking," he starts, his voice a little hesitant. "Maybe this injury isn't all bad."

You sit up a little straighter, looking at him with surprise. "What do you mean?"

Jack shrugs, his eyes still on the changing light. "I mean, it's given me a chance to slow down. To spend more time with you, to appreciate the little things." He glances down at your hand in his, the way your fingers interlock perfectly. "I've been going at a hundred miles an hour for so long, I never really had the time to just…be."

You look at him, really look at him, and see the exhaustion that the injury has brought him. But there's also a spark of something new, something you haven't seen before. It's as if this setback has allowed him to catch his breath, to appreciate the moments that don't come with the roar of a crowd or the smack of a tennis ball.

"I get it," you say softly, understanding dawning. "Sometimes we all need a little break, even if it's not how we want it." You stroke his arm, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath your touch.

Jack nods, his eyes still focused on the shifting shadows. "Exactly," he says, his voice a bit louder now. "And who knows, maybe this is just the universe's way of telling me to pay more attention to you."

You laugh, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Or maybe it's telling us both to take a breather."

Jack looks down at you, his gaze intense. "Yeah," he agrees, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. "Maybe it is."

The room is bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun, casting a serene glow over the pair of you on the couch. You both sit there in silence for a moment, listening to the distant chirping of the birds and the occasional rustle of the leaves in the garden. It's a stark contrast to the chaos of his usual tennis-filled days, but somehow, it feels more intimate.

[8-rae-rae-8]

Feral anon, back again

I had a realization that I'm planning on turning into a fluffy agere ramble but I thought id share my realization w/ you and put it in an angsty perspective. (also some HCs about their personal lives.)

cw: Toxic family dynamics, depression mention, mentioned verbal abuse All the boys probably struggle a lot during their leave, away from base.

Ghost is forced to stay on base due to technically being dead and doesn't want to bother anyone so he fights off his regression and insists he's fine. In reality, he's all alone and stuck with his thoughts with not much to do and stubbornly fights off his regression. He gets bouts of depression. He'll over exercise, he'll lose sleep, he'll punch walls in the base due to all his overwhelming emotions. When it gets too much, he impurely regresses and hides away in his room. weeping to himself. (HC) Price has a large house. He inherited it from his grandparents. It's a nice house but he hates coming back to it bc he doesn't have anyone to come home to. He tends to smoke more when he's home to help distract him from his loneliness and the empty feeling deep inside. He misses his boys deeply. He misses the chats, the banter, the late night poker games...but he probably misses taking care of them the most. He sleeps in his bed alone, thinking of his littles and his heart aches to the point where his eyes sting w/ unshed tears.

Soap, like Graves comes from a large family w/ a lot of siblings and cousins(He's the middle child and I imagine there's a little bit of sibling favoritism). Despite his efforts and achievements, he feels overshadowed and practically invisible. He can barely get three words in before one of his relatives cut him off and speak over him. He's often delegated to the 'family's babysitter' and gets all the kids shoved onto him. He tries to address it but is told off and told to stop being 'so selfish'. he doesn't get a chance to properly wind down. He doesn't get to regress at all and He often comes back to base feeling drained. Gaz's family situation is complicated. He loves them, but they had a lot of expectations for him and don't support his military career. Family reunions are very tense and often result in a lot of criticism and thinly veiled, passive aggressive comments. All which are aimed deep and sting hard. He's a people pleaser and it breaks him when he's disappointed the ones he loves. For their sake, he forces himself to endure their displeasure and constant criticism. The stress of it all makes him regress and he's little, stuck with thoughts of not being good enough for his parents. The damage done takes weeks to repair once he's back on base.

i hope this is okay vbjdf

THE BOYS

I definitely think those are accurate 😭 especially the Gaz one??? Spot on for my HCs !!!

Something a lil sad I'm thinking about is

Price returning to his office after his leave, and he finds a poorly scribbled note in crayon right on his keyboard. Obviously Ghost's work. It just says: "stay next time?" All sad with like rain clouds on it and sad faces

Soap and Gaz equally miserable and cuddling after while they decompress, but Ghost doesn't really go hang out. He stays in his room until the next day of them all being back on base

[outerbankies]

ooo bestie would love to know more about the deb!!

*jazz hands*

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new light: fade into you — rafe cameron

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summary: To spite your parents, you ask Rafe Cameron to escort you to the debutante ball.

warnings: no warnings except the usual + poorly researched debutante conventions! bc i know nothing besides whatever is portrayed in gossip girl, the summer i turned pretty and southern charm!

a/n: takes place in high school, whenever these things usually happen; unless of course that is not new light canon compliant, because we live in a fantasy world ❤️ also this blurb has a little more background into the deb ball, if you’re interested! just a lil something for y’all while i work through the more complex pieces coming up!

“If we have to break form one more time, our dance teacher’s gonna kill us.”

You sigh, slipping your dress strap back up and over your shoulder, placing your gloved hand in his again. “I know. Sorry.”

Rafe quirks an eyebrow. “Why are you buggin’?”

“My straps keep falling off my shoulders,” you whine. You’d stomp your foot, too, if you weren’t worried you’d step on your friend’s toe in the middle of the dance floor.

He cocks his head, his eyes lingering on your décolletage. “S’not supposed to be like that?”

You look down, and one of your straps has already fallen down your shoulder again. “No.”

Ready to accept defeat and any riot acts from your mom over it later, you startle when Rafe’s hand leaves your waist momentarily. He must notice, because his hand freezes. “May I?”

“Yeah,” you breathe quietly, still weary of the fact that you’re both dancing in front of everyone on this island, all eyes on the debutantes and their escorts.

His touch is light as a feather, as it has been all night—save for when he’d led you down the stairs in the heels he’d eloquently called ‘death traps.’ Rafe held on a little tighter then.

“There,” he says, looking back into your eyes. He cracks a tiny smile. “I’ve got you.” 

“Thanks,” you say.

“Don’t even,” he shrugs, taking your waist again. “Surprised that dress slipped by your mom’s tailoring workshops. This is the best tux I’ve ever worn.”

You stifle a giggle, knowing it’s not appropriate at the moment. But you remember those workshops, and you remember Gretchen goading you into sneaking over to the guesthouse where the guys were being fitted with her so she could poke fun at them. There was nothing funny about how your mouth dried out, seeing Rafe standing in a cummerbund that should look god awful on him, on anyone. But it had somehow exaggerated his body line in a way you hadn’t thought possible, and you’d hurried back to the main house without so much as a quip about their bowties leaving your lips.

“Probably the only tux you’ve ever worn,” you point out, reaching out to smooth a lapel, even though it’s perfectly folded. 

“I was a ring bearer when I was 12, actually,” Rafe says. “Check your facts, Y/l/n.” 

You roll your eyes at that, turning to look across the dance floor. Kelce and Margot are across the way looking at you, and both of their heads turn away as soon as you make eye contact. When you furrow your brows, your date takes notice.

“What?” 

You turn back to Rafe, and he’s already pushing your other dress strap back up again. “Nothing. And sorry about your shoes, again,” you say, eager for a subject change. “I’m going to make you accept money for them at some point.”

It’s Rafe’s turn to roll his eyes. “When will you let that go?”

“When I can go back in time and prevent my 6-month-old golden retriever from destroying your nice shoes.”

“They weren’t that nice. These are better, anyway,” he says, looking down. You do too, struck momentarily by the image of your waists pressed so closely together, his shoes not even visible underneath the bustle of your white dress. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this close to him before, even in the dance classes. 

“I still feel bad.”

“You’ve gotta relax, kid,” Rafe says quietly, almost a breath above you. You allow yourself to sag in his hold momentarily, exhausted from dancing for so long, from all of the preparation in general. “There you go.”

“When are they gonna start letting other people in?”

“Are you not enjoying my dancing?” Rafe jokes, pretending to be offended for all of two seconds. 

“You’re doing great,” you say sincerely.

“Yeah? Like, all of it?”

“All of it?”

Rafe bites his bottom lip, looking around the room before he’s locked in on you again. Another dress strap falls, and another warm hand snakes up your back. “I was nervous when you asked me.”

“Oh, like you didn’t think you’d be an escort this year,” you say, calling bullshit.

“I didn’t,” he insists. “But Margs got Kelce and you were stuck with me, weren’t you?”

You don’t want him to realize how true that is, because with Rafe you can’t always tell when the joking ends and the self-deprecation begins. “I was stuck with way worse before I asked you.”

His eyes light up. “Oh?”

“Griffin. Matteo wouldn’t have been so bad, maybe,” you consider, even though you know Matteo wouldn’t be pulling up your dress strap the way Rafe is now. “You were a steal in comparison, bud.”

Rafe smiles, big and unabashed. “I’m blushing.” And he is, bright pink dusting the tops of his cheekbones. “Hopefully I can meet expectations.”

“The flowers you sent were gorgeous,” you say, omitting the part where they were the only debutante flowers that had made it past the stairs in your house. Rafe’s pink peonies were in a vase on your desk while all of the others remained arranged around the dining room and other living spaces—wherever your mom wanted them, really. “And you even took off your shells for me.”

Before you can decide against it, your hand that’s meant to be on his shoulder moves to his neck, your fingers slipping under his shirt collar just slightly, where the cowrie shell necklace usually rests. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had a tan line.

“M’not an amateur,” he teases, and the vibrations from his vocal chords make your hand recoil, moving back to his shoulder. “But I might embarrass you later, once the DJ gets here and I can break out my flask.”

“Rafe Cameron,” you say, scandalized. And your wandering hand gets the better of you again, feeling for his breast pocket. When you find it empty, Rafe’s already looking down at you once you meet his gaze again, a glimmer in his eyes.

“You really think I’d jeopardize the sanctity of this event for reindeer games?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Literally yes. That’s exactly what you would do.”

He tugs you into him then, so close you’ve definitely broken form. But as you look around you see other couples have, too, as the rest of the invitees start to make their way onto the floor. “Nah, wouldn’t risk it tonight.”

“Who has it then?” 

“Top.”

You search for your other friend, to find him twirling Emily around as things start to ease up—all of the formalities of the evening done and dusted. “How’d you bully him into that?” 

“Drew straws,” Rafe says shortly. “Hey, look at that. We survived.” 

You know he’s referencing the fact that the formal dance is over—that you’re free to break apart and mingle, do whatever it is you’re meant be doing right now. Your sure your mother is in a beeline, ready to go over exactly how your walk could have been more graceful, or how your shoulders should’ve been looser. Or god forbid, your dress straps. Which mysteriously have not bothered you in ten minutes and counting.

“Y/n?”

Rafe’s looking down at you, the two of you still holding onto each other. If anything, the crowding of the dance floor had only pushed you further into your friend’s embrace. “Hm?”

“You good? Lost you to space for a moment there.”

“I’m good,” you say. “Tired.” 

 His eyes soften in understanding, and you’re practically standing on his toes at this point, he’s so close to you. “Too tired for our after party?”

“Way too tired,” you immediately clarify. Rafe doesn’t seem surprised—it’s not unlike you to skip out on shenanigans. “Plus, I know my parents will want me accounted for.”

“Well you are the most accomplished debutante in Kildare.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, hiding your face in his chest, where he smells less like sand and surfboard wax than you’re used to. You’re not sure if you like it or not.

“Did you hear she wants to write children’s books when she’s older? Or that she helped organize a beach cleanup last summer?”

“Rafe,” you say, borderline begging. 

His smile doesn’t dim, but it loses its mischievousness momentarily. “Bet for the life of them they can’t figure out why she wanted Ward Cameron’s boy parading her around these hallowed halls.”

“Could’ve been any one of us debs asking you,” you say. “Small island. You would’ve ended up here somehow.”

“No,” Rafe says easily. 

“No?” you challenge. You realize now you’re still dancing with him, and that your friends are either looking for you or making fun of you, and that the string of pearls your dad gifted you this evening are starting to feel a little tight around your neck. Rafe’s fingers grazes them as he slips your dress strap back into place one more time. “Why not?”

“I would’ve said no to anyone else.”

[wolfsbanesparks]

Hey, I just thought of, like, the singlest best Billy Batson hc I'll ever have so, here I go...

So, bc Billy grew up as poor, he would know what it's like to not know when your next meal would be, and even if odd jobs can get you some money to pay for one, it only goes so far. And also bc I love lil' Billy Batson with a longer-than-himself criminal record (of stealing from big corporation only) and a acab personality trait (I don't know how much I've seen Billy-steals-a-cop-car hc, but I dig it), mixed with a touch of feral Billy in it... *chef kiss*

So, all that, plus the hc that Persephone is like "(⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠) a baby~!" at billy (I don't know where I've seen it before), and the fact that he would really feel like an hypocrite arresting some kid for stealing some basic necessities, like food or clothes, for themself when he probably did the same thing (probably to the same store) some time ago....

And so, came the idea to just grow it all himself,, like vegetables and fruits, and bc of magic (and HE'S magic, like the magic-est magic man around) he can grow more, faster, and also he's tight with Persephone (so she helps, like blessing him...?), and a hero, so who's really gonna stop him, right?

Like, I'd really like itty bitty billy, just breaking the economy(?)/capitalism(?) around food and basic necessities, bc let's be real, we all know that with the Wisdom of Salomon, he could probably pull off sewing some kids' clothes.

I'd just really love it if he, homeless, orphan, street rat Billy "I'm not 6 I'm 10" Batson, Champion of Magic, became the Protector of All Children (or something similar).

And also, if he had like some sort of ongoing truce with Poison Ivy, where when she is within Fawcett City, in Captain Marvel's domain, she isn't in Batman's reach anymore, as long as she Promise to help him grow his "little vegetable garden" (who's now like, decently Big).

'Cause I'm sure that billy "I lie to the JL for kicks but also bc I'm a kid with an adult body a word away" batson would be able to, not only weasel a Pact out of her (that would basically be sayin' "You are now my Slave" in small print, that would have her be in a do-or-die type of situation, with the 'do' part being "help me grow my plants", and the 'die' part being "you'll die horribly, and probably lose your soul too"), and also get a gigantic amount of respect, bc, like I said, he's tight with Persephone... the LITERAL Goddess of Spring, Grain, Nature and Destruction, and also the Queen of the Underworld, and Ivy grows plant so....

I'd just really like something like that in a fic, but I can't write, nor keep to a schedule (or even get it from start to finish with something on the middle) so... I just want this Billy Batson hc to be out there

Thx for listening (reading?) 😁👍

I love the idea of Billy getting fed up with capitalism and providing for both himself and his community. And I also love the headcanon that various gods and goddesses adore Billy (including Persephone of course). Mixing those ideas together is awesome! I can just imagine him having a few secret vegetable gardens throughout the city that various homeless people and people who are low income/don't have food security could drop by and take what they need.

I think that if for whatever reason Poison Ivy found herself in Fawcett City, he wouldn't even need to trick her into some contract, she would just see his garden and be like "wow what kind of fertilizer are you using to get your tomatoes so big?" And then she would give him tips on how to grow different things even when he wasn’t getting divine help. She would also teach him about native and invasive species of plants so didn’t plant the wrong ones. Setting up secret gurellia gardens to turn the concrete landscape of a city's abandoned buildings into lush thriving environments is her jam.

This is an excellent headcanon!

[our-transmasculine-experience]

hello, it is currently Early AM and i just found your blog and now im gonna ramble about my transmasc experience loll.

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i ended up coming out in like 7th grade, but figured out i was trans in like the middle of 6th. however, in 5th grade i had an experience that in hindsight is VERY transmasc lmao.

when i was little i had a pixie cut bc i was a Lil Gay Girl and so i had to look the part (sarcasm), and because of this combined with the fact i had a late puberty i was quite androgynous.

there was a substitute teacher for class that day, and so she didnt know who all the kids were very well. this caused her to mistake me for a guy, which made me feel weirdly happy? at the time i brushed it off as just finding it funny but in hindsight its because i WAS a guy haha.

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the first time i remember getting bad gender dysphoria (help why did dysphoria autocorrect to diarrhea) was half way through the 6th grade. i was going through puberty and so i had developed a bit of a chest, as afab people tend to do.

it was winter at the time and so i was wearing a jacket because midwestern winters are Cold. i was doing my work like the introvert i was, when suddenly my chest was inexplicably uncomfortable. i hated the way it looked. i hated the skirt i was wearing. i hated hated hated it.

once school let out for the day, i went home and started googling. A week later i was binding with compression sports bras and was spending my nights on baby name websites and the pronoun dressing room.

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i am fortunate enough to have accepting parents and so have been allowed to start hrt. i only started in october so there havent been many effects yet, however one thing that i noticed is that my chest dysphoria has lessened. im more willing to take binder breaks and havent slept in it in a while as i was (admittedly) tend to do.

i guess im adding that last part to try and see if any other transmascs share that experience? i dunno its been wonky for my dysphoria to be lessened recently and i wanna know if im alone in that or not lol.

you’ve started your medical transition, it’s definitely normal for dysphoria to wane.

but i’m so happy that you have accepted parents and are able to go on hrt!

[fluffypotatey]

Silly/Dumb Things that Make Me Irrationally Angry

disclaimer: the key words here are “silly” & “dumb”

The “Narnia Kids are the Founders of Hogwarts” theory

The “it was all a dream” theory

Thinking protagonist = hero

When fandom villainizes a character simply because they’re “in the way of a ship”

Character in relationship starts pursuing a different character (typically the MC) but doesn’t break up with the character they’re currently dating?????

Speed running enemies to lovers trope (that’s a trope for slow burns wtf are you doing put it down!)

Calling Disney’s Beauty & The Beast a story about Stockholm Syndrome 

Calling any diverse media “woke” to undermine it

Misunderstanding how tags work on ao3 (particularly the / and & for pairings)

Misunderstanding the purpose of tags on ao3

Calling Lucy Heartfilia weak 

Forgetting that Dick Grayson was a mathlete

Basing all of Jason Todd’s personality on his anger and ruthlessness 

Misunderstanding Jason Todd’s anger

The DCEU butchering my boy Batsy

The “I was accidentally eavesdropping and left believing they were talking shit about me but turns out I missed the most important bits” trope

Being a military historian who loves the Civil War (I don’t trust you)

Using the word “females” to sound smarter (you just sound dumb also “women” is right there)

Spring Break being colder than usual (IT WAS THE MIDDLE OF MARCH IN TEXAS WHY WAS I SHIVERING)

Calling me by a nickname that I already refused to (you gotta earn that shit)

Ep 2.08 is never really touched on again after it’s “resolved”

vld’s lost potential (while i have made my peace, i will still bare my scars)

text blocks in fics

dialogue with no quotation marks 

“Oh lookie, we got this wonderful fantastical world (that takes some inspiration from history) with it’s own politics and world building BUT we keep the sexism and racial prejudice bc the inspiration we pulled was medieval times :)” <- i will fight you for sport

mistaking rivals to lovers for enemies to lovers (similar flavor just R to L is slightly tamer. can they blend? yes, but they are not the same thing)

the blatant disregard for internet safety on tiktok (why tf would you announce your age, show your face, and air out your dirty laundry to everyone??? where is your caution? this is not vine, lil beans, y’all are stressing me out. did you miss the pbs episode about the dino agents and stranger danger??? or the fever dream computer game our 1st grade class had to play at school???)

if you have the sniffles, for the love of all things holy, please stand up and get a tissue. no one cares if you get up. i honestly prefer hearing you blow out your nose than hearing you suck up snot every 5 minutes.

taking the backstories told by Macaque and Azure about the Monkey King in lmk at face value (biased narratives are a thing! unreliable narrators are a thing! i will give the biggest sigh if Sun Wukong is placed as the sole character at fault in another fic i read with this)

“redemption” arcs

“sympathetic” villains

missing the fucking point about why Batman chooses mercy and rehabilitation over baseless violence (this also coincides with my issue with how some people view Jason as the Punisher 2.0 bc it suffers through the same fucking glorification of justifying apathy of human life and rejection of 2nd chances)

missing the fucking point about what makes Superman super (here’s a hint: it’s not his fucking power)

the fact that i missed most of Vine’s peak bc i wasn’t allowed a phone until middle school

i lost my post canon script of Cinderella in the prince’s POV that i wrote in 6th grade (rip, i should have created a personal gmail so much sooner, i could have saved you T^T)

understanding a motive does not equal justifying or excusing said motive. you just now understand why a person did what they did. maybe you find justification in it, maybe not, but it’s not absolute!

[little-goose]

OoooooooooOOOOOooo I cannot recommend enough that yall take an edible and watch Immaculate

This movie is absolutely unhinged and I’m in love with it.

It’s the perfect scary movie, it has literally everything:

Well earned jumpscares

Fake out modern time period

Boldly rehashes the question “man but wouldn’t it actually be a horror story from mother Mary’s perspective?”

It’s a Christmas movie

OhhhhHHHHHhhh god no why—sorry they’re using their holy relic in a bad creative way

It’s a good for her movie!! A perfect pair to Ready or Not

Makes you feel like you’re more on drugs than you are thanks to the trippy eyes wide shut visions in the first half, so that’s something

Ever expanding confessionals

A growling baby

“You’ve heard of Chekhov’s gun? This is Chekhov’s rosary and we’re very proud”

Toxic yuri

Terrifying religious imagery

Terrifyingly beautiful religious imagery with gaudy outfits that fuck a lil too hard

Perfect sound design like DAMN they know to to build tension

A perfectly framed shot of a single tear running down from someone’s eye as seen through an old keyhole

Is it a critique of Christianity as a cult? Unethical science? The horror of forced birth as performance art thru film in the modern age?

Sidney Sweeney has set the new standard in “gothic white nightgown woman running away in the middle of the night”

A couple of men who are just genuinely so upset that they aren’t the next Mother Mary

Rosemary’s baby in Giallo font (complimentary)

Ok so apparently a lot of critical reviews hate it and say it’s not giallo but it is?? Like this movie is all about being just as unnecessarily horny as it is gory

This movie feels like the film equivalent of what Lana del Rey thinks she did with the Heavenly Bodies met gala look

If you are like me and have a PHOBIA of pregnancy, you will particularly hate this movie but you are absolutely going to be the ones who pick up on the just subtle dread and horror so it’s fantastic but I think a lot of people forget that every movie doesn’t have to be for them

Yes, I may have actually screamed at a horror film for the first time in ages

When you think about it, this should’ve had the evangelicals SO MAD I’m shocked I didn’t even hear about people being mad about it???

Ends with what I assume Fox News thinks “pro choice” means which is funny when you remember art isn’t made in a vacuum bc it’s arguably definitely trying to hold a mirror up to the religious zealouts after repealing roe to be like “yeah forced birth is fucking horrifying even if you think you can scientifically create Jesus 2.0 isn’t it!?” And I respect it

This got off track, but it’s also got smoking nuns

This movie can’t scare you, kids, nuns aren’t real

Will make you hide behind your fingers like you’re 13 and watching a scary movie at a sleepover as you whisper “This shit would’ve never happened on Sister Michael’s watch.” To calm yourself through the torture scenes

Sidney Sweeney, the woman that she is

I’m sitting here thinking I’m in for like the nun or the first omen again, and they really went oh noooooo we’re not that kind of horror film break that girls leg in the first two minutes to let them know what we’re about

8/10, I love it but I don’t think I can watch it again for a while. I run half marathons and this shit was more exhausting

They really said “this movie has 89 minutes and you will feel every. single. One.”

[mrvlbimbo]

omg could you pretty please write an eddie x fem!reader where they both like eachother and it’s sooo obvious to everyone but them? and they get teased all the time by everyone, just super fluffy!

I like-like you too

Eddie Munson x reader

Fluff, still 16+ rated bc there’s a lil bit of making out

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Getting sucked into the upside down wasn’t in her spring break plans but then again, when does anything ever go to plan in Hawkins Indiana. And she wasn’t so much sucked in as she dove in headfirst. 

Ever since her best friend had been accused of killing Chrissy Cunningham, she had been on a mission to prove his innocence. Although, it’s a bit difficult to prove that an underworld dwelling demon is invading people’s minds and indiscriminately snapping them limb from limb. 

Luckily for them (or unluckily depending on how you look at it) the monster had opened a gateway in lover’s lake, which was thoughtfully named Watergate by Dustin. 

Leaving the freshmen to wander the bank, the older kids went out on a boat to investigate the gate.  Eddie and Steve inevitably bickered about who would jump in. 

Harrington was a better option since he was on the swim team but Eddie didn’t seem to care, already stripping off his shirt. Her eyes traced over his exposed chest and arms, ogling him a bit obviously. But it was dark, no one was going to notice right? 

Someone did in fact notice. Robin nudged her and whispered “you’re staring.” 

“Nuh uh,” she quickly responded, denying the accusation despite the flush coming over her face. He turned back and winked at her before diving into the water. She felt a rush of adrenaline when the water splashed up from his intrusion, and not in a good way. 

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t been harboring a massive crush on her best friend. Everyone seemed to know but him, which was both reliving and infuriating. 

“You gotta do something about that or one of us will,” Steve commented, referring to the obvious romance between the two. 

“Oooh I volunteer. I wanna see the look on his face.” Of course Robin was the worst with the teasing. She wanted the best for her friends and sometimes that meant a little bit of tough love. 

“You guys are terrible. Don’t you dare.” Before she could say more, Eddie had emerged from the water. Although they joked about it they were not actually going to expose her feelings, however mutual they might be. 

She somehow missed the way he looked up at her with starry eyes, trying to remember what he was about to say. Before he could say anything though, he was dragged back down into the depths by a creature they couldn’t see. 

Not a single thought went through her head before she was diving into the water right after him. She wasn’t sure if anyone else was coming in after her but she’d be damned if she let something happen to Eddie. 

She wasn’t a great swimmer but it was made easier by the gravity that the gate seemingly radiated. When she was pulled through she instantly screamed for Eddie, looking around frantically to find him on the ground being attacked by weird flying creatures. 

She ran over, stomping on as many of the creatures as she could but more kept coming. She sobbed while flailing her arms to try and stop them as they tore at Eddie’s skin. She could see the fear in his eyes and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t help him on her own. 

Luckily the rest of the group busted through the gate soon after, helping take out the monsters. They fled into the woods when a swarm of them appeared in the sky. The landscape was cold and uncomfortable, not that any of them expected the upsidedown to be a walk in the park. 

Once they were somewhat safe she had time to really look over Eddie’s injuries and they were really bad. “You’re bleeding pretty bad.” 

“I’m f-” 

She didn’t let him finish before she was wearing her jacket off and ripping it into strips to tie around his middle. Turns out signing her little brother up for boy scouts had paid off after all. 

Once he was all wrapped up and the bleeding had slowed, she felt a little better. She was still shaken from the whole experience. And then to top things off, it felt like the world was spinning around her. 

She wasn’t the only one feeling it, since the ground was literally shaking under them. She ungracefully fell backwards into Eddie’s arms which he wrapped around her protectively. They were both squished against a rock but he held her out of harm's way. 

If it wasn't  for the life or death situation, she would have been mad when Steve whistled at them. But at that moment she had more serious things to worry about. 

When the tremor was over, they pulled away from each other awkwardly. Both of them were blushing and apologizing profusely. 

Nancy was usually the polite one. It was like her thing, being polite and proper. But even she was fed up. “Are you two going to make out or can we go now?” 

“Nance,” she whined, running after the other girl to scold her for saying that in front of Eddie. Which left him alone with Steve, who had a master plan of his own. 

“She's got the hots for you man.” He wiggled his eyebrows, teasing in his own manor. 

“We’re just friends. She doesn’t like me like that.” He shook his head, not believing a word Steve was saying. He had heard it all before but her reaction to the constant teasing made him believe the rumors about her feelings were untrue. 

“You should’ve seen her face when you got pulled down. I thought she was gonna lose it. But she just jumped right in,” he confessed, using the anecdote to try and prove his point. 

“She’s a terrible swimmer.” He sounded scared. Nothing bad happened but it could have. She could have died in that lake and it would have been his fault. 

“Yeah but she took the risk, for you man. Talk to her, figure it out.” He was stern. Despite not knowing Eddie well he had been good friends with the girl in question for a long time and he knew how much he meant to her. 

Steve jogged up to the girls and told her Eddie needed to talk to her about something. She rushed back, fussing over his bandages and scanning his body for any more injuries. “I like you,” he blurted out, not able to hold back anymore. 

He was sure there must be a more eloquent way to say it but in his defense he was low on blood and in a spooky alternate dimension. He wasn’t all too concerned with being poetic. 

“Yeah bud. I like you too. Glad we’ve covered that base.” She rolled her eyes at his weird compliment. Sure he was always generous with a kind word but this was a weird time for him to remind her he cared. 

“No I like-like you,” he corrected, cringing at how childish it sounded coming out of his mouth. But it was either that or, I’m madly in love with you. And that seemed too severe even given the circumstances. 

“Oh,” she responded, dumbfounded at the confession. 

He took her confusion as a rejection and instantly started apologetically rambling. “Sorry. I didn’t want to make things weird. It’s just like we might die out here and I didn’t want to die without telling you how I fee-“ 

She cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips. It was chaste and short but it got her point across and effectively shut him up. “Eds. I like-like you too.” 

Once she said that all bets were off. He cupped her face with one hand, grabbing her waist with the other, and smashed their lips back together messily.

 This earned a chorus of groans from the rest of the group. “This is our fault,” Nancy said matter of factly. 

“I didn’t think it was actually going to work,” the other girl replied, watching with morbid interest as they practically ate each other's faces. 

“I did.” Steve was of course the mastermind behind them finally getting together, and he took pride in that. 

“Ewww get a room you two,” Robin squealed when Eddie’s hands started to drift lower. 

They pulled apart and she whined at the loss of his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her body. They started walking again to catch up with the rest of the group, staying far enough behind to have their own space. 

His arm was slung around her shoulder, pulling her against his chest as they walked. He ignored the slight twinge in his side when. He brushed against him. He instead distracted himself by kissing her neck hastily. “Eddie!” she gasped. “We need to focus.” 

“Alright, fine. But let me tell you a secret.” He removed his arm from her shoulder and spun her around so she was facing him and they stopped walking again, now far away from the rest of their friends. 

“Mhm,” she mumbled, lost in the way he looked at her and how his hands felt on her hips. 

“I'm gonna give it to you so good when we get home, baby.” He gave her ass a quick squeeze and kissed her before throwing her over his shoulder easily and jogging up to the rest of the group.  “Eddie! Put me down!” She squealed with no real urgency.

[jonnnysuh]

Rating svt on who’d be the best wedding date

Requested by @holdinbacksecrets: my friend and i have been talking about weddings recently and added svt to the conversation. with your glorious rating svt posts in mind, i have a q for you nala: svt as wedding dates??? (maybe as an idea for a future rating svt or to at least share who you’d choose as a wedding date)

A/N: if you’re wondering, yes DK is my man of choice

Series Masterlist

— S COUPS 20/10 is adamant on getting the couple a really good wedding gift. Is still in disbelief that people his age are getting married. Exchanges Ring Pops and fake vows with you on the ride back home 😭😭

—JEONGHAN 6/10 brings a Tupperware bc he’s tryna score some dinner for tomorrow hello. Makes a bet with you for how long you think the couple will last.

—JOSHUA 10/10 will hold your shoes, your purse, your phone, your baby, literally whatever you have.  He’ll also put his blazer over your shoulders when you get cold brrr

—JUN 7/10 steals the bread rolls and puts them in his pocket. Finds himself hugging all of the grandparents for some reason,,, uses a different name to introduce himself to new people

—HOSHI 132/10 gets a lil drunk and wears his tie around his head. Clinks his fork against his glass ((and breaks it)) while trying to do an unsolicited speech. Has to be dragged away from the microphone by security. 2 seconds away from dance battling a kid

—WONWOO 7.5/10 shares pieces of his dinner with you. Designated purse holder,,, not even just yours but EVERYONE’S. Has been told that he is handsome by all the old people at least 10x

—WOOZI 7/10 sticks by you the entire night. Jokes that he’ll say “I object” when the officiant says “speak now or forever hold your peace”. Acts like he’s not emo when the couple says “I do”,,, he just has allergies !! Stop looking at him !!

—DK 1003738/10 fights the other girlies for a chance to catch the bouquet and SHOWS IT OFF TO YOU WHEN HE WINS 💐. Stomach is full of mini weenies. Gets HYPEEEE off the Cha Cha Slide

—MINGYU 7/10 will take your hand and lead you to the middle of the room to slow dance. Is always asking you to go to the photo booth bc he wants as many pics as he can get 🥺 Accidentally stained his shirt so he’s wearing an XXL from the lost and found

—THE8 10/10 is dressed better than the groom. Gets bored halfway through dinner and wants to sneak away with you to take a walk around the venue. Asks you to hide the centrepiece in your bag bc he thinks it’s pretty

—SEUNGKWAN 4.7/10 cries during the wedding vows and reception. Needs approximately 12 moments to compose himself. Can’t stop talking about how he wants to find true love some day. Is lowkey making a wedding Pinterest board the whole time

—VERNON 8.53/10 accidentally got seated at the kiddie table but he doesn’t mind bc they have chicken nuggets hehe. Engages in discourse about Pokémon with the children. Somehow becomes in charge of the DJ booth,,, loops the Macarena

—DINO 7/10 is at the front of the conga line. Almost didn’t wanna go to the wedding bc he had to watch the “how to tie a tie” video 25 times before figuring it out. Gets EXTREMELY drunk off the open bar,, lays in your lap and tells u how much better your wedding will be

[baraqi]

enha’s reaction to a s/o who loves plushies

this has been marinating in my drafts n i just finished it so here’s some fluff

heeseung

loves ittt. prolly would give u his if he was cleaning out his things and finds one he can do without but wants it to go to a special home. bc who would take care of them better than his own special girl/boy? which then ends up being ur favorite and taking a spot on ur bed like a king. and it makes his heart all fuzzy seeing u fall asleep with it in ur arms or treating it so gently. almost jealous bc he wants to cuddle u while u sleep :’). so he’ll carefully move it up so it’s still in ur reach but allowing him to slip next to u n gives u a kiss on ur forehead while u snuggle into his chest.

jay

thinks it’s adorable. knows all of their names, where u got them, which ones u sleep with most, he’s got this shit DOWN. starts to have his own favorites too. if ur watching movies or smth u both grab one or a few to keep alongside. “nono i need stitch i always have him🙄” and would buy a lot of the bigger ones/ones that can be used as cushions too (he’s the poster boy of the bf who stops at nothing to win a big plushie for his s/o). sometimes if he wants to kiss u he turns the ones near him around bc “how can i focus on kissing you while hello kitty’s eyes are burning into my skull” “jay i doubt she cares who’s she gonna tell with no mouth?” “you seen how toy story works!”

jake

when he sees ur room, u look at him for his reaction, expecting his eyes to widen or a perplexed “woah” or smth. he just looks around and goes “hehe cute” and pats ur head. wouldn’t say anything else abt it. he had come by to help u study so u guys would do that for a while until u excuse urself to go to the bathroom. he’d sit there for a second just fidgeting a bit until he looks at a lil dog one that was on the chair. he holds it n just looks at it, smiling at the little name “jake” on the back of its collar. u come back and u feel ur cheeks grow hot bc u never told him abt that. “is this lil guy named after me?” “sorry if it’s weird-” “no i like it! he’s cute. his fur’s the same color as my hair too!” would buy u mainly dog ones bc cmon he’s a dog person. you’d probably have a special spot where u keep the ones he’s given u. refers to them as u guys’ kids. “this family of ours is getting large, jakey.” “get a bigger couch then because we’re not disowning them🙄.”

sunghoon

he doesn’t get it 100% but still likes how they make u happy, so he’s happy too. if he’s over ur place and absentmindedly tossing a small one back and forth in his hands you’ll whine at him to stop bc “you’re hurting his feelings i bet he’s getting dizzy” “love, he can’t feel dizziness” u ruffle his hair and he laughs. he’d point around ur room asking their names and where u got them bc he loves seeing u talk abt smth you’re passionate about. in the middle of ur sentence he’ll lean in to kiss u softly on ur lips bc he thinks u look so cute going on and on. when u both pull away he laughs at ur astounded face n tells u to finish ur story.

sunoo

he’d love it idc. idk if he actually does but i feel it in my spirit he has his fair share at home. brings one or two if he’s staying over once he finds out so they can “get to know each other.”

“if tokki doesn’t get along with them i’m afraid this relationship will not work🙄”/j. another one who does that thing where he makes the plushies kiss u even if u find it cringey.

if he’s out and sees one that reminds him of u or that you’ve talked abt, he’ll buy it without a second thought. he loves being able to add to ur lil collection. he’ll come home like “i have a present for you close your eyes and hold out your hands (⌒▽⌒)” so u do and u feel smth soft placed in ur hands. u open ur eyes and smile at the plush fox u hold in front of u. “aaa thank you sunny thank you thank you!” u say in excitement as u bring him in for a big hug, his face breaking out in a bright smile. and idk if they’re in korea but build a bear dates with him☹️☹️

jungwon

found it a lil odd/didn’t see the appeal at first but quickly grew used to it bc he loves u ofc. it’d take more than some stuffed bears to change his view of u. ur not hurting anyone and it makes u happy so who is he to judge? would buy u one sometimes for special occasions or just because. if u name one after him he’d be so smiley and honored bc wow! ur thing that u love and u want him to be a part of it! dimples out n all.

niki

it was his first time over ur house. u guys go into ur room and the first thing he notices is a few on ur bed and a bunch others scattered around the room. “friends of yours?” he nods towards a couple on the chair. u laugh “sorry if it’s weird.” he reassures u that it’s not. ik he’s got that curious george one so if he sleeps over he brings him so u don’t feel awkward being the only one sleeping with one. he’d poke fun at u a lil bit sometimes, or hold one above ur head so u can’t reach to see u pout n whine at him to give it back, but at the end of the day, he thinks it’s super cute n loves all the things that make u happy!

[matsbarzal]

Could I request fluff #6 with Jack Hughes?

fluff #6. "you've been my best friend for 10 years, why not change it to husband and wife?"

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader word count: 1.4k

It was always easy to love him. It was easy to love the friendship he initiated all those years ago, and it was even easier to admit your love bore a little deeper when he admitted his feelings were more than friendly about you. A decade long friendship had blossomed into something more, and it was something neither you, nor Jack had any arguments against.

Jack always brought up your ‘friendiversary’, and you couldn’t help but get a laugh out of the pure joy he always bestowed on you every time he mentioned it. The new kid in school accidentally exploding his yogurt tube all over his desk partner was probably one of the funnier ways to begin a lifelong friendship that would eventually blossom into more.

“So, how are we celebrating a whole decade together this year? Should we go get frozen yogurt? Maybe we can make a re-enactment of what happened in middle school? We could make it a whole thing, make a tiktok about it and everything,” you could feel your eyes rolling involuntarily at his words, shooting Jack a glare from across the room.

“We’re not doing anything that involves yogurt.”

“Not even something sexy?” Wigging his eyebrows at you, your hand immediately reached for the pillow beside you to whip at your boyfriend.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Lil’ Jizzy,” groaning at your words, Jack plopped himself on the couch beside you, instantly pulling you into his side.

Shrugging his shoulders at you, you could see him googling friendiversary ideas out of the corner of your eye. “Babe, we don’t even have to do anything. We could cuddle up and order food and just watch a movie or something, it doesn’t have to be anything special.”

“It’s our ten-year friendiversary, baby. We can’t just do nothing. I’ll figure something out, don’t worry. You’ll love it.”

It would be hard to admit that a trip to Florida in the middle of the season was what you were expecting from Jack. He had practically thrust the tickets into your hand, informing you that you had less than three hours to pack, all while giving you a list of the specific outfits he wanted you to bring.

You knew almost immediately that Jack had definitely not planned the celebration alone, just by the Airbnb that you pulled up in front of. First, you didn’t even realize he knew what an Airbnb was. Second of all, there was no way Jack Hughes had managed to find a place this gorgeous on his own.

Shooting a message to P.K. was your first priority, knowing full well he was the likely culprit behind the gorgeous booking in front of you.

“Okay, so I have a full itinerary. Tonight, we’re just going to chill, relax, get situated, maybe break the house in, you know… the usual stuff,” ending his sentence off with a wink, Jack grabbed your hand and pulled you along behind him.

“Tomorrow we’re going to head out to the marina that I don’t know the exact name of but will figure out and we’re gonna spend most of the day on the water, and then dinner… obviously. Sunday, you have to plan. I’ll pay… but you have to plan.”

Giggling into his ear as you pressed your body closer to his to press a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck, Jack tilted his head to the side with a small grin plastered across his lips.

“Sounds like the perfect weekend, baby. I think we should probably get started on your plans for today.” The grin never left his lips as he whipped around to press them to yours, his body moulding against yours easily.

The next day came quicker than you were expecting, Jack picking out your outfit as you picked his. That was something you both just found easier; there was no one else you would ever let pick your outfit, Jack just… knew you. He knew your style, knew what you did and didn’t like, knew what would fly and what wouldn’t. Small things like that with him were easy, everything was easy when it came to him.

“Well, don’t you look sexy. Damn, I’m so good at picking your fits. Should I quit hockey, maybe get into fashion? You could be my main model, baby.” Laughing as he wrapped you up in his arms with a smile, his happiness infectious.

Shaking your head against his chest, you peaked up at him from between his arms. “I don’t think you should quit your day job, maybe get some pointers before you start making drastic decisions like that. Can’t use you as my future trophy husband if you’re going to up and quit the job that makes you that.”

Pinching your side gently, Jack just smiled as he pulled away and interlocked his fingers with his.

It didn’t take you long to get to the marina in the car he had rented, everyone greeting the both of you politely as they directed you towards the boat Jack had rented for the day. You almost stopped in your tracks when you observed the setup on the boat; a picnic basket set up, non-alcoholic champagne on ice, fairy lights adorning the inside edges of the boat.

“Damn, I didn’t read the fine print when I booked. Just said I wanted the closest setup to an anniversary they could get, guess they went all out,” popping his hip into yours gently with a beam.

“Jack, do you even have your boating license?”

Eyeing the steering wheel with a curious look, you turned towards your boyfriend just in time to see him roll his eyes and glare at you playfully. “No, this place just let a random guy with no boating license rent a boat. Obviously, I have my boating license.”

Rolling your eyes back, you tapped his side as you made your way to the small seat next to the drivers. It only took a few moments to get out from the dock, far enough away that you and Jack could have some privacy without being too far and worrying how you were going to get back.

“Do you remember the first day we met? Other than when I accidentally exploded my yogurt tube all over you? You told me that boys were icky, and all they did was ruin everything,” nodding your head with a loud laugh, you let your mind wander to your first few years with Jack.

“Crazy how things have changed, huh? I remember going home that night and telling my mom I needed to get those stupid yogurt tubes so I could hit them against the desk and do what you did to me, she said no real quick.”

Smiling softly towards you, you could see the love in his eyes the way he looked at you, the softness that crossed his features every time you were on his mind or in his sight. It had been the same look he had given you since you both were fifteen, Jack never having eyes for anyone except you.

Standing up and holding his hand out, you took it and allowed him to pull you from your seat and towards the picnic basket and bottle of champagne.

“It always makes me laugh; I told my mom back when I first moved from Sauga to Michigan that I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without you. She said you’d always be there, even if you weren’t physically there. Pretty sure that was when I realized you were more than just a friend to me, then I moved and wasn’t sure what’d happen. Never really thought we’d get here, honestly.”

Sighing as he sat down, Jack gestured for you to sit in his lap, both of your legs extended out in front of you as he ruffled through the picnic basket beside him.

“I say it a lot, but I’m so glad you sprayed that yogurt all over me. It sucked, but I don’t think we’d be where we are without it,” nodding his head gently as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“You know, you’ve been my best friend for ten years, why not just change it to husband and wife?”

Swivelling around to look at him, you almost cried when you saw the little black box in his hand, his eyes glistening at he looked at you. Moving so he was directly on one knee and not sitting, your hands instantly pressed to your mouth.

“I’ve had this thing sitting around since my first season. So, I guess what I’m trying to say here is… I’ve been so grateful for your friendship and your unconditional love these last ten years, so how about we make it forever? Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t contain your body flying towards him, the aggressive nod of your head the only answer he needed.

note: so sorry that this is so late, but i hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for requesting. and yes i did steal mitch marner's proposal idea for this thank u very much simply bc i have reason to believe jack would too

[honklore]

would you consider doing an au where dream is a high school teacher (maybe a math teacher or english teacher or something?) and he has been crushing on his colleague, maybe an english teacher or an art teacher, and his friends have been teasing him quite a bit for it since he hasn’t had the courage to ask them out, which is quite weird considering he’s usually so confident, but it’s just a lot of flirting and shyness between the two until he final caves and asks them out? maybe even some of the students had begun to call him out on not acting on it? it’s perfectly okay if you don’t wanna do this but thank you for reading it :))

you + me = <3 | dreamwastaken

(math teacher!dream, gn!reader, dream likes u oooooh, cute kids, writer knows nothing about chess or how chess tournaments work, you requested high school but i can’t read so i chose middle school sorry!! this is literally nothing like you requested pls forgive me but i has fun, proceed with caution)

song to listen to: roadtrip by dream

i am setting the scene to say that teacher!dream is hot!!!! like, rolled up sleeves and leather watch kind of hot !!!!!!!

dream with fluffy waves that he sometimes ties into a bun if it gets too hot,,, brown roots and blond hair, brown eyebrows, forest green eyes,,,,,, freckles,,,,,

teaches middle school math!! very patient w his kids!!! but also has been known to go on tangents so long that they last until the bell rings

he’s the teacher whose classroom the weird/shy kids sit in at lunch

reads up on his students special interests and tries to ask them about it and encourage them

doesn’t make kids write out their entire process during testing bc he understands some students work in their head and can’t <3

works with different methods to help each kid learn math in their own way

the sweetest ever omg i can’t imagine a nicer teacher than dream

has a open-policy snack cabinet in case some of the kids can’t buy their lunch

has rlly cheesy anti bullying posters on his wall but actually talks to his students about it and makes sure they know he is someone they can go to

okay this is supposed to be a love story not an i heart teacher dream story sorry

you’re the art teacher of the middle school!!! you are also one of the favorites when it comes to teachers

dream is sort of a practical logical comforter and you’re a more dreamy, imagination-based comforter

so the kids ofc have their favorites

you’re a wonderful teacher !!!!

you let the kids use art class as a sort of art therapy, giving them time to do whatever they want with colors and mediums of their choosing

and assignments are usually fun!! you make it fun by giving them good topics that encourage them to express their opinions and personalities !!!

dream has the FATTEST crush on you

it’s so big and he’s very bad at hiding it

literally buys an extra coffee friday morning

slips into your classroom like “oh? hey ___ ? didn’t expect you to be here!!”

you: “in my own classroom?”

dream: “ANYWHO!! they messed up my order AGAIN and gave me a caramel frappe instead of a matcha so you can have it”

he does this every week

new excuses sometimes but it’s always ur favorite flavor, sitting right beside his matcha in a lil cup holder

dream is the type of guy to make sure your fingertips touch when he hands you your cup

so he can blush about it later and pretend it means something

any time he needs supplies or something he goes to you first instead of the communal supply closet

during his break he’ll come in and try to talk to you while your kids are painting

you sometimes sit with him during lunch!! and the kids that all sit in his classroom love you, even if they don’t have art

and every time you do he stutters over his own words and his neck gets rlly red

the kids all give each other side eyes when he does this

math kids 🤝 art kids : tired of witnessing dream’s bad flirting skills

dream brings you a cupcake on your birthday and a little necklace w a crystal on it :/

“i googled crystals for protection!! because i want u safe always!! and i made sure it was sustainably sourced!! let me know if you don’t like it!!”

how could you not like it :(

his eyes are wide and almost worried and when you give him a big smile he gets so happy like :((

your students are just. super still behind their easels hoping this is the moment you’ll actually kiss him

but no

it isn’t until a few of your kids come up one day and ask about forming an official chess club

they need at least one teacher willing to supervise and go on tournament trips and stuff

half of the team asks you and the other asks dream

but they don’t communicate that to each other

so it’s a saturday when both you and dream show up to the school in your casual clothes, unlocking one of the rooms for the kids to practice in

you help some kids set up while dream takes a few to the side and begins to teach them the basics, since not everyone who joins is an actual player

some just wanted to be w their friends ^u^!!!

but dream keeps catching your eye over the sea of middle schoolers and it makes your cheeks heat up whether u want them to or not

the two of you becoming the unofficial parents of the middle school chess team; you take turns supervising but usually both go to trips for tournaments!!

there are six students who make up the chess team + a few who just come for the snacks and respite

and your team is actually so good they qualify for state

and it’s going to be an overnight trip !!

some parents have also agreed to come chaperone

the team is so excited!!! the entire team got to go even though only a few are competing

theres a lot of lovely support going around

your kids are expressive and bright, all wearing special t-shirts they made that count as “uniforms”

they are twelve and dgaf about what ANYONE has to say

puffy markers and all

and before the tournament they surprise u and dream with ur own shirts :(( they are so sweet omg

and ofc you and dream wear them!!! fashion be damned!!!!!

the shirts are like MR WASTAKEN LOVES HIS CHESS TEAM

TEACHER ___ LOVES THEIR CHESS TEAM

AND THERES AN IRON-ON PICTURE OF YOU GUYS AND UR KIDS — EVERYBODY IS CHEESING AND ITS JUST SO SO CUTE

man they just look up to you guys so much

they really needed a place to fit in and your club gave them that

even the ones who are HORRIBLE at chess are sitting in the bleachers with you guys, cheering on their friends ><!!

it’s all so wholesome omg

and your team ends up qualifying !!!!!!!! it’s huge !!!!!!! you all go out for celebratory milkshakes sponsored by mr wastaken !!!!!

and everyone falls asleep with a big smile on their face that night

the next day is full of driving,, and you and dream share a lil seat at the back of the bus

all the kids are winding down, listening to music or playing games on their phones

and dream is so warm, shoulder pressed against yours when he hands you one of his earbuds and is like ,,,, do you want to listen to music with me?

and ofc you do

so the two of you take turns picking songs

dream adds them all later to a playlist called ___ and dream’s epic roadtrip playlist

now that interstate is paved with memories amirite?

once all the kids are picked up at the school, you are about to call your roommate to come pick you up

but dream is like. i can drive you home

dream is that guy who drives with one hand and keeps the other on top of the gear shift <3

you’re just excitedly recounting all the kid’s faces and all the silly stories you were told in the hotel when dream is finally at your apartment complex

and he just bursts

“i really like you”

and you’re just. stunned bc you knew he was fond of you but you never thought he’d be brave enough to SAY it

“i like you too dream!!”

“would it be too cheesy to walk you to your door and kiss you goodbye?”

“maybe... but i like cheesy.”

thank you for requesting!!!