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[mo0nchhild]

i picked up writing an old short story i found on my computer recently and now i'm in desperate need of music/playlists

like what do y'all listen to while writing? recommendations are greatly appreciated

[finelinevogue]

, happy endings

summary - everyone sees you as this weird and crazy ravenclaw. everyone except remus and sirius.

pairing : ravenclaw!reader x wolfstar

word count: +3k

tw: angst | nearly a happy ending | mentions of fight | self deprecation | sirius being sirius | she pronouns used

[part 1] [part 2]

You walked out of Flitwick’s office with your head low.

It caused you anxiety to know anyone could watch you exit your Head of House’s office, because everyone knew the only reason you’d be in there is because you were in trouble.

You accidentally bumped into people on your way out, though, making you stop short.

“I’m so sorry.” You said.

“Y/N? Hey, it’s only us.” Sirius said and you lifted your head to catch sight of him and Sirius before you.

You became anxious over Sirius coming to find you over a moment that you’d shared with Remus in Potions earlier. You knew that it had meant nothing to Remus, even if it had meant something to you. The way Sirius had looked at you afterwards though still made you uncomfortable thinking about.

“Sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Just as Remus was about to say something, Professor Flitwick came out of his office.

“Ah. Just the two people I need to see.” Flitwick said, causing you to bolt before any other questions could get asked.

“But…” Sirius started, watching you leave without a goodbye.

“C’mon.” Remus tugged Sirius, not wanting to get into any more trouble if they somehow already were.

“If it’s any consolation, Mr Black, i’d like to talk to you both about Y/N.”

That caught Sirius’ attention and he was more engaged to enter Flitwick’s office then. Remus followed close behind.

Flitwick’s office was small but magical. Literally.

He had pieces of paper filing themselves away everywhere. There were books also putting themselves away on designated shelves.

“Take a seat boys.”

Flitwick went around the side of his desk and sat opposite where Sirius and Remus now sat.

Remus’ fingers started scratching at one another, because the anticipation of knowing what he’d done wrong and how he would be punished was too much. His only saving thoughts were that Sirius was beside him and you were the reason they were here, not him.

Sirius reached over to take Remus’ hand in his, interlocking their fingers to stop Remus from fidgeting.

“Are we in trouble, Professor?” Sirius asked, “‘Cause if we are, I can guarantee it was all me and nothing to do with Remus.”

Remus slightly smiled at how protective Sirius still was even after so long.

“I can assure you that neither one of you are in trouble. I just need to ask something of both of you.”

“Okay.” Sirius said skeptically.

“Darcy Gunther came to see me today, claiming that Y/N provoked Darcy’s cat and this explains the scratches down Miss L/N’s face. Now I have known Y/N since she started at this school and I don’t particularly think they would be so silly to do such a thing—.”

“They wouldn’t.” Sirius quickly chimed in, feeling Remus’ hand tense in Sirius’ due to the rage of hearing Darcy’s story.

“However.” Flitwick clearly didn’t enjoy being interrupted, “Miss L/N came in here and did not defend herself. I asked Y/N what was said to cause such a reaction from Darcy’s cat and all I got was a shrug in return. Miss Gunther explained that it was because Y/N was jealous that you two never give her the time of day? Again, I know Miss L/N and I don’t think this would be a concern of theirs.”

“Definitely.” Remus agreed.

“I don’t need to know what you two think about this. However, I am aware of Miss L/Ns lack of social circle and would like to ask if you two—.”

“Absolutely.”

“Yes, anything!”

Flitwick had to bite back a smile.

“— could make sure Y/N feels included.” He finished his sentence whilst the boys continued to nod. “Good.”

“So that’s it? No… getting into trouble?” Remus asked warily.

“Unless you have a direct link to what happened to Y/Ns face, Mr Lupin, you are free to go.”

“Wow. First time getting called into a teachers office and not getting told off!” Sirius laughed, as he and Remus stood to leave.

They both walked for the door, knowing they were about to burst out in conversation with each other once they’d left.

“Sirius?” Flitwick asked.

Sirius turned, whilst Remus had one hand on the door ready.

“Remember detention at Friday lunch.”

Sirius winked, “You got it.”

Remus rolled his eyes before they walked out the door.

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

You were sat at your favourite spot in the library when Sirius and Remus approached you.

The book you were reading was a novel full of adventure, mystery and treasure. You loved reading. The escapism into a world entirely different to your own was second to none. It was freeing and most importantly safe.

“Hey.” Remus said as he approached you.

You were sat at a four person bench table, you in the middle of one bench and - now - Sirus and Remus clambering to sit on the opposite bench.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“What’re you reading?” Remus asked.

You showed him the title and he looked impressed.

They didn’t have any books or notes of their own, so they must’ve either come here to cause trouble or to genuinely just sit and talk with you.

Curious.

“Are you two okay?” You asked.

“Y/N, you got attacked by a cat and you’re asking whether we’re okay?” Sirius asked, staring at your wound with intent.

“Did Flitwick put you up to this? To interrogate the truth out of me?” You frowned.

You had hoped they’d come here to chat with you, but maybe they were here on business to cause trouble after all.

“No.” Remus said.

“Yes.” Sirius said.

You looked at them confused.

“What are you doing?” Sirius asked Remus, flicking his finger on his forehead.

“What are you doing? Exposing us.”

“When have I ever been good at lying, Moony?”

“Uh… That time it turned out you’d been using my toothbrush for a whole term!”

“At least I was keeping my teeth clean!”

You stared at them with utter confusion.

You didn’t know what to feel. First they are here to spy on you and the truth? Then Remus lies to you about it? And now they are bickering over oral hygiene. If you didn’t insanely like them both, a normal person would have left by now.

“This is ridiculous. We’re talking about this later.” Remus muttered, annoyed with his boyfriend.

Sirius turned to you grinning and Remus tried his best to smile.

It took you all of three seconds to start chuckling to yourself. You could feel the corners of your eyes crease and the dimple on your face pop out to say hello.

Your giggles filled the space around you and you had to out a hand over your mouth in hopes of keeping them muffled.

“Ssh!” Some senior prefect glared at you.

“Oi! Don’t tell her to shush,” Sirius barked and then quietly muttered, “Prick.”

“No it’s okay. It’s a library, I should be quiet.” You stopped laughing, but not smiling.

“Not when you’re laughing like that, you shouldn’t.” Remus said.

His comment made you blush and you had to dip your head before Sirius could see.

You were worried if Sirius caught you being affected by Remus’ kindness - again - he would probably have to confront you, and you weren’t too excited for that.

There was just something about Sirius and Remus that made your heart feel right. Like they were a reminder that even through all the tough moments, there was still sunshine in the form of them.

Remus had his level-headed, introverted-ness, about him and Sirius was all hot-headed and cool. Both of them together just made sense.

You wished you had someone that would complete you into being made sense of.

It was hard though when, well for one no one in the school ever talked to you, and the only people who do speak to you are already in an established relationship.

“Y/N, are you single?” Sirius asked, breaking the silence.

Remus’ jaw dropped and looked at Sirius like he just killed his grandma.

Why was Sirius asking whether you were single when his boyfriend was sat next to him?

“What is this?” You nervously chuckled, “An interrogation over my love life?”

“Sirius…” Remus tried to stop him before he could start, but there was just no point.

“Have you ever been in a relationship?” Sirius asked.

“No.” You said quietly, embarrassed.

“Do you ever want to be?”

“Sirius!” Remus cursed.

“I-I don’t know what game you’re playing, Sirius, but it’s not funny. I get that I’m the joke of Ravenclaw and possibly even the school, but I’m not going to sit around and have you of all people embarrass me.” You spoke firmly, gathering your book in your hand.

“What do you mean ‘of all people’?” Sirius pushed.

“Sirius stop.” Remus gripped his boyfriends arm.

“W-we shouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

“What conversation, Y/N? I’m just talking.”

“You’re being a dick.” You muttered.

“A dick?”

“Yes. You know damn well that no one in this school likes me and it’s really cruel of you to make such a big deal of it.” Your eyes started to well with water.

“Y/N… That’s not…” Sirius started.

You stood up from your chair at the bench, “Look, I know what people say about me okay? I’d just rather not hear it from you today.”

And with that you were gone.

Sirius and Remus both watched you leave in a hurry, clearly not wanting to hang around for a single second longer than needed.

Remus whacked Sirius around the head with his hand.

“Ow- What the…?” Sirius whined.

Remus just glared at him.

“I screwed up.”

“Yeah, you screwed up.” Remus nodded in agreement. “What were you even trying to attempt?”

“Ask her on a date.”

“With who?”

“Us.” Sirius looked at Remus now like he’d not been present for the past five years.

“Oh yeah, ‘cause asking a girl who has never been in a relationship before on a date with, not one but, two guys is a great starting point.” Remus sarcastically answered.

“Ah…”

“Christ alive, how did you ever win me over?” Remus mumbled as he got up from the bench.

“Heyyy…” Sirius whined. “Wait, where are you going?”

“To fix your bloody mess.”

“Shall I….?”

“You stay here.” Remus ordered, hugging Sirius from behind with his arms dangling over his shoulders.

“And do what?”

“Read a book.”

“Read? A book?” Sirius pretended to gag.

“Love you.” Remus kissed Sirius’ cheek, before reluctantly unravelling himself from him.

“I love you, but you are causing me much pain by forcing me to read.” Sirius banged his head on the table, hoping his sat force would cause Remus to change his mind.

But no.

Remus was gone and Sirius would have to go and find a book.

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

You were sitting on the floor of a dark corridor by yourself.

No one ever came down here because they were too scared of the Ravenclaw ghosts - that you had befriended over the years.

You wiped your tears from your cheeks a with your sweater as you heard footsteps approaching.

It was slightly sad, no definitely sad - the lame kind - to be sitting on the floor crying over two guys that you never thought would’ve given you the time of day, but here you were.

Remus and Sirius occupied too much of your brain space.

They made you happy, even if they didn’t know it.

You imagined what it would be like being happy with them.

Then, perhaps, you imagined a little too hard because the next thing you see is Remus walking down the corridor towards you.

You briefly catch him slip a piece of parchment into his back pocket, before wiping the rest of your tears away.

“Hi.” He nervously smiled.

You curled your knees up into your chest as your back pressed against the cold stone. Your eyes slowly watched Remus walk beside you, only to slink down against the wall and sit next to you.

“I don’t want to talk.” You said quietly, even though there was no one around to hear but him.

“That’s okay. If all you want to do is sit in this hallway in silence, then I’m happy to do it with you.”

Your heart swooned over his words.

You’d never had someone so insistent on being around you. A day ago, Remus and Sirius probably had never had you on their mind and yet today you had already seen them 3 times. 4 if you included this time with Remus.

Remus kept his word and remained silent next to you, until five minutes later your thoughts were too loud to keep them in your head.

“How did you know where to find me?” You asked.

“Oh, uh, I guessed.”

“Lucky guess.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think I should apologise to Sirius?”

“What?” Remus laughed, “No absolutely not. He was being a dick and he knew it. I love him, but he has no boundaries.”

You chuckled at that, because you could only imagine.

You scooted closer to Remus, needing to feel a little extra warmth in this cold corridor. The stone floor wasn’t exactly ideal for sitting on, but it had grounded you when you felt like you were slipping away. Now that Remus was here you felt like you had another way - a better way - of grounding yourself.

Plus, for some reason, Remus was exhorting a lot of heat.

“I feel like I need to apologise to Sirius anyways.” You admitted.

“How come?” Remus didn’t make any jokes. He just gave you the space to talk.

“I… It’s.. Gosh I don’t know how to say any of this.”

You shook your head, burrowing it down to your knees as if not being able to see the world would mean you’d entirely removed yourself from the situation.

How on Earth were you supposed to explain to Remus that you needed to apologise to his boyfriend because he’s caught you ogling Remus one too many times now? How do you admit a crush like this? And then not just on one, but two people? At once?

It was insufferable being inside your head currently.

It was like a giant wave of guilt and shame constantly crashing its way down on you, weighing you down until you felt like you couldn’t breathe any more.

“I.. I think there’s something wrong with me.” You let the tears fall then, feeling safe enough next to Remus to cry.

“Y/N…”

Your head shot up from your knees, needing to get this out, “I have never been loved before, Remus. I know I’m the butt of the joke. That I’m deemed unworthy and a bit pathetic. I get it, I do. But it fucking sucks that people see me like this when I still have a heart underneath, just like anyone else. It’s full of love and joy and happiness, but sometimes I forget it’s all there because of how small people make me feel. I’ve never felt like I fit in. I don’t fit in. And I certainly wouldn’t fit into a relationship with the likes of you or Sirius. So I need to apologise to Sirius and I need to apologise to you for ever believing that I could worm myself into your relationship - like I’ve wanted to for the past sodding half my life.”

You felt out of breath as you finished speaking, letting your chest heave off the anger.

You felt lighter for letting it all out, but also terrified at the boy you adored staring blankly in front of you and what his answer would be.

The silence lasted for two seconds too long before you decided that you’ve ruined everything.

“I’m sorry Remus. God, I’m so so sorry.”

You made tracks to stand up, but Remus stood up with you just as quickly - ignoring the resulting cracks from his bones.

He made his quickly into the space between you both and cupped your cheeks carefully.

“No. No, stop that. Don’t be sorry, not for that.”

You pouted your lips and your eyes watered.

“I never meant to hurt anyone.”

“What are you talking about, sweetheart? You’ve not hurt anyone,” Remus delicately traced his finger down the cat-scratch wound on your face, “Except only yourself.”

“I-I’m so.. s-sorry.” You hiccuped, tears falling down your face. Remus raced to catch them all as if it was a game, urging them to stop falling.

“Sshh. You’re okay.”

“I’m ru-ining everything.” You tried to drop your head but Remus kept you facing him.

“Never. You’re not, I promise. You haven’t ruined anything. You’re too good to ruin anything. Too sweet.”

You started sobbing then and Remus let you drop your head against his chest. He cupped the back of your head protectively and wrapped the other around your back to keep you close to him. His body shook as yours did and he felt every bit of devastation that you did.

You hurting, hurt Remus just the same. Just as Remus knew Sirius also felt.

Sirius soon appeared down the corridor, almost running when he realised it was you that was shaking heavily in Remus’ arms.

“Moony, what happened? Who did this? I swear when I find out who—.”

“Sirius will you calm down. She’s not hurt - well, not physically.” Remus explained, trying to calm down his boyfriend whilst also consoling you.

After hearing Sirius’ voice you reluctantly pulled away from Remus’ embrace. You nervously looked over at Sirius, your eyes no doubt swollen and puffy and your hair frayed from all the nuzzling into Remus chest.

“Y/N…” Sirius said your name so softly you would have smiled had it not been for the heartbroken tone he used.

“I’m so sorry for interfering with you and your boyfriend.” You apologised to Sirius.

Your fingers started scratching at each other with nerves.

You expected Sirius to lash out and agree with you, but instead he looked devastated - not with you, but himself. There was a look of remorse and guilt on his face, one you knew all too well.

“Is that how you’ve felt? How i’ve made you feel?” He asked.

You didn’t answer because it was clear he already knew the answer and you didn’t feel cruel enough to say it out loud.

“Moony… I’m sorry. I’ve ruined everything.” Sirius started to become upset now.

It only was moments before that you’d been upset over the same thing.

“Hey, listen to me. You’ve not ruined anything. You’re as perfect as you always are. But Y/N has something to say, okay?” Remus wrapped his arm around Sirius waist and turned him to face you.

As they both looked at you with starry and tearful eyes you couldn’t help but believe that you’d caused so much unnecessary pain and hurt to the two people you’d vowed never to upset.

It was clear that there was no room for you to fit in beside them, regardless of how badly you wanted to.

That was okay. It was something that would hurt but it would be something you’d learn to grow from in time.

“Sirius…” You started, before not really knowing where to go from there. You wanted to apologise, but you didn’t know quite how.

Sirius moved away from Remus and in front of you, wiping away some loose hair from your face. He was so close to you, you almost couldn’t breathe.

“I always felt unworthy…”

“Sirius…”

“No just hear me out. I always felt unworthy, until I met Remus. He showed me that I was able to be loved and treated with kindness. Then I came to realise that I could also love and treat people with kindness, and that realisation came when I met you. In fact, it was before I met you. It was the first time I saw you standing on the Platform, waiting to leave for Hogwarts. I saw you and I instantly believed I could be capable of loving someone else. My heart let in Moony, of course it did, but it never felt quite whole. Like there was a piece of the puzzle missing.”

You quickly glanced from Sirius to Remus, to make sure this was an okay conversation to be having - despite how much you never wanted the moment to end.

Remus gave you an encouraging nod.

“I felt it too.”

“All this time we’d been reeling over what that little bit of emptiness was caused by, until we realised that it was because we were missing you.”

[kanna-ophelia]

Please enjoy the Good Omens Script

It's a pretty open secret that I hand out The Good Omens Movie Script (of the never to be made 1990s movie) to anyone who asks nicely or checks my current Dreamwidth. It was published in a small edition, and a pdf of it was very widely circulated in book fandom back in the day.

Someone broke all fan etiquette, and common sense, and the fourth wall and brought it to Neil Gaiman's attention, forcing a situation where people who had already read it would refuse to share it saying it was to respect Neil Gaiman. Me, I never really was very cool with this "I've got mine!" attitude. Incredibly irritatingly, people did circulate out-of-context quotes and used them to portray it as terrible, script!Crowley as abusive, and script!Aziraphale as a doormat. None of these are true: it is an extremely, extremely loose and weirdly Americanised adaptation, but it's fricking adorable, and so are its versions of Crowley and Aziraphale. (The characters who get done badly by are Madam Tracey and Brian, IMO - best to think of them as entirely different characters.) It lacks Terry Pratchett's grace, complex humanity and way with words (see also: GO S2), but it's laugh at loud funny at times and this version of the Ineffable Husbands is a seriously cute grumpy/sunshine couple. Also, it has Business Exec Satan.

All this led to the ridiculous and annoying situation of people who had never read it being derogatory of it, while, despite being published, it was in danger of becoming lost media and a lost opart of GO history. (See also: Revenge of the Old Queen and Rocky Horror.) So I'm sharing the link here. If you want to yell at me, I ask you to first consider why you want to respect Neil Gaiman's wishes on anything and reconsider your priorities. It's a damn pdf of something only eleven people own in hard copy.

Feel free to share, or to archive it yourself. If it gets taken down, let me know and I'll find a new home for it. Just be aware that I'm rarely on Tumblr so it takes me a while.

[luna-loveboop]

Wait...

It's November. It's November first. Yesterday was October 31st, so October is over. ...it's over. Is it over?

Inktober, artober, whumptober, flufftober, linktober, every tag ending with -tober that's been circulating for the past month... is it over? I don't know why it's just hit me but...

This matters. So I will try to get the message across, even though I'm not the best at it sometimes

Fanartists, fan writers, artists, fic writers, people making comics, every single one of you that has created art for the past month...

Thank you

This is my first October on tumblr. When I started seeing the "tober" tags, seeing the posts from artists with wips, saying they were going to make something every day to a prompt, making masterposts to update with each day, I thought "cool"

But every day this month, I have gotten on here and smiled.

And I don't mean smiled. I mean I smiled at least 20 times every time I got on the app because I saw all the art and fics. I got to see artists/writers connect stories through different day prompts. I saw people having the most brilliant ideas and creativity, flowing from their hands into their posts. I saw artists responding to continuous asks, telling them how amazing they are. I saw artists getting behind, and keeping going.

I saw Free. Beautiful. Emotional. Amazing. Original. Creative. Art.

Every day

I haven't committed to anything of this before, so I can't directly relate to what you guys were thinking and feeling. But I'm willing to guess; I think you probably enjoyed it, because most won't do such a huge project unless they enjoy it. I think you probably saw it as a challenge you were willing to fulfill, and an opportunity to grow and develop your skills.

... but I'm also willing to bet you did it for us. For people like me, who love art, but don't do this specific type, who are in fandoms, who love tracking and watching you art and sending you compliments, who take joy in your work. For the other artists (and writers!) who admire each others styles and love to learn from each other.

If anyone ever tries to tell me that humans are inherently evil again, I will strap them to a chair, pull up these posts and say look. Look at what these people did. Look me in the eyes and tell me these sorts of actions don't come from the most loving hearts. Tell me these people don't want to make others happy, that they aren't inherently good. And I will tell you you're wrong.

I have so much going on, yet somehow it slipped into my life that I was constantly looking at your art for the joy of it without me even noticing.

And how is it possible. That we have such a beautiful community of people here that we will share. And communicate. And exchange compliments. And literally do things and send asks solely for the purpose of making someone smile.

I'm almost crying by now. God I can't express it well enough! But I am so. So. Grateful

You guys brought me a month of joy! You gave headcanons, and art, and stories!

Even yesterday, Halloween, I was blown away. Because I had expected... I didn't expect anything. And then I log on and see people sending happy halloween asks, exchanging doodles of candy, and headcanons and gifs.

And some are still catching up to the schedule or whatever, and that's ok! But at the beginning of this post, when I was simply realizing it was November, I asked myself "is it over?"

Is it over?

... I don't think so. I've seen artists say they're going to continue and expand on a piece they made and especially liked this month. Some people are still continuing, catching up to a voluntary deadline. All those masterposts with your whump/fluff/link/ink tober art? I know many as well as myself will be going through, looking over your posts with smiles, catching up on some things they missed this month... it will continue in the people and artists I didn't know existed before, but now follow. In the skills and growth in creativity! In the community we've grown, and art you've made, and the art to come, at a normal rate like every other month, even if it's not October anymore!

But my artists, writers... thank you so much. I don't know if you guys know how valuable and amazing you are. How incredible it is that you exist! People say it's amazing we exist under a sky of such stars, but how incredible is it that you made a stranger on the internet smile every day! Your life is so. So. Valuable. I can't even express how grateful I am that you exist, that you somehow are selfless enough to share the most beautiful parts of yourself simply to create, and to create joy. Thank you so so much.

(And this applies to all artists, in any fandoms, not just mine. And I'm just as grateful to people who couldn't do something every day, or only one day! You still share your art, you're just as... incredible. You are incredible.)

Okay.

So I'm gonna do this, and if others want to do it in the reblogs that's great! I do not care at all about reblogging or likes, but I want to make the people that have brought me such joy some appreciation- I hope I can bring you even a smidgen of the light you have brought into my life. So I'm gonna tag all the artists/writers I know of/can think of that have done any sort of October challenge, all of you creators that have made me smile. If people wanna want to tag others in the reblogs or replies to spread love that's cool.

(Basically I don't know social customs or anything at all, so if you don't want me to tag or if I was supposed to do something different or something let me know I have no idea what I'm supposed to do)(if I like accidentally tagged someone who isn't an artist/writer or forgot someone I follow... sorry)

@skyward-floored @kikker-oma @adrift-in-thyme @blueskittlesart @zeldaseyebrows @smilesrobotlover @bahbahhh @soso-dedeck @lennsart @arecaceae175 @illcamp @breannasfluff @solarfire-art @26kabeuchi @cathianemelian @truffeart @scribbly-z-raid @uniquevoidflowers

To all the artists and writers out there: thank you so much!!! You are amazing and I'm glad you exist. Your life is precious, and you matter. Thank you so much for sharing your beauty with us, we love you too!!!!!

... yeah. Just want yall to feel loved... because you are. Again, thank you. Thank you so so much to my beautiful creators who create joy as well as art, who keep storytelling alive. Just... thank you.

:)

[beatleskinkmeme]

Hello Beatle People!

To spread some crimble cheer, The Beatles Kink Meme is hosting the third annual Beatles Secret Santa Fanworks Exchange! Create (& receive!) a piece of fanwork: fanfic, fanart, fanvideo, or gif set!

Sign up! (Will close on October 30): give your contact info and other details about what type of gift you want to give and receive. 

Once you receive your assignment, create a gift that matches your giftee’s preferences. Remember to keep it a secret until the posting. But you can send anonymous messages to ask questions or just to wish your giftee a happy crimble! 

Have your gift completed by December 24-Jan 1 and during that time deliver your gift! You can post it to your tumblr and/or AO3 or submit it to the Beatles Kink meme. Be sure to tag your recipients.

The ao3 collection can be found here and anything posted early will not be revealed until the gift giving period.

tag your posts #beatles secret santa 2024 and tag beatleskinkmeme so we can reblog all gifts

Rules & Guidelines: 

You must have a tumblr to sign up as that will be how your assignment will be shared. Messaging and anon should be turned on to receive your info and so your gift creator can contact you! 

You don’t need to have an ao3 account but we added a question regarding this because some people have different tumblr names from ao3

You can also share your discord name especially if you're in the discord server and/or if you'd like to provide another way of contact for us

Be sure to mark all the types of gifts you would be open to receiving! 

All fanfics should have a minimum of 500 words and all gifts should be completed. No WIPs.

This is being sponsored by the good ol’ kink meme after all, so NSFW is allowed, but only if your recipient says they would like that in their gift. 

All requests do not have to be included in the gift, but just can be used as general guidelines. If you need more info from your giftee then feel free to send them an anon ask or send a message to this blog and we can reach out to your giftee to get the information! 

If for any reason you have to drop out, it’s okay! But please contact us as soon as possible so we can make sure everyone still receives a gift!

When you receive your gift, please leave a comment to thank your santa

Anyone who violated any of these rules in the previous two years or signed up and never created a gift will not be allowed to participate

Please respond to all messages within a week of receiving, even just to say, got it! We are trying to alleviate people signing up and ghosting. If there is no response, you will be removed from the event.

If you’d like a beta, please reach out to us and we may be able to help. You can also join the discord server if you have any questions or other advice. please DM beatleskinkmeme for a link 

Important Dates:

By November 6: All pairings will be assigned and information sent out via tumblr DM (you will receive a message from either @beatleskinkmeme, my main account @theoldmixer or from @dumbcloud who is my assistant elf!)

Around December 4th: We will contact you again to check in how things are going.

December 24-Jan 1: Gifts are delivered 

Feel free to submit an ask or dm beatleskinkmeme if you have any other questions!

[slaaverin]

No you and other anon are not the only ones. Call me delulu but I got vibes too. Mainly because nobody actually knows the future, you can have hopes and dreams of course, and the willpower or wherewithal to reach those (Jikook already have I guess), but not one of us knows what will happen, good or bad in the future. The only thing we can do is know with some certainty is perhaps who we want that future to be with, or alongside, and I think that’s what Jimin was saying under a veil of their careers as well. Again call me delulu but you could read it as in, how they will be living their lives together, given the actually gravity of what they have done.

If we truly think about what they have done, the enlistment and now the show, and the fact they technically have made themselves a duo to be reckoned with on the charts too, they have made sure their names are thought about in tandem (solos perish), they stick out so to speak more than ever before. They must be thinking about how to navigate that upon their return? What the comeback will be like and their place and part in it? Will they travel again? Will they do a subunit? Will they revert back to laying low? Or will they be more open, given the show, the enlistment? It’s interesting for sure, it was always going to be interesting to see how they navigate this new chapter given the gravity of what they have done. However, jimins letter makes that feel more real? More tangible, and it’s right around the corner.

So let’s say they have been writing songs, together hopefully or helping each other, will they present that together? Like they asked for the show together, they must have pitched that.

He said he’s scared too, why? I read that not only about being onstage.

At Festa dinner they said there are things they can’t tell us yet. In his last live Jimin also indicated that he will do what he wants upon his return with nothing holding him back..

If we’re going even more delulu, what about the Who mv? The keep going? The link there? What about the loudness of themselves in the show and the fact we actually haven’t heard them speak on it yet. How are they going to pretend they never saw each other like in 2023? They’ve kinda laid themselves bare, despite the protests from certain fractions, the truth is they chose to be together, to be associated so deeply together for a large part of chapter 2, what was their intention with that? Or was it a by product of a simple need to be together, and that’s the crux. How will they present themselves going forward? I’m not talking about anything drastic, but kind of?

I’ll take my tin foil hat off now.

I completely agree with you on this 👏👏👏

So many questions that need answering.

There was an intent about Who and keep going, does Jimin still want to do something with this, or has it changed since then?

I think they cannot ignore how iconic they got, within the charts or with AYS, or enlistment. Despite online haters we all know that they are very much loved and they probably know it too. So what are they going to do with it?

That's a lot of things to think about for anyone, so many things weight in the balance, so I understand that Jimin might be scared.

I think if my relationship had so many eyes on it I would be scared shit too. Especially in their circumstances.

But who knows, Jimin talking about being more free after MS, them thinking about the life they want to live, could that indeed lead to something drastic as you say? How far are they willing to push it?

I know they are rock solid. I know they will come out of this closer than ever, having shared an intense experience together.

But just how much do they want to be intertwined together publicly?

If they move in together, we will surely know about it with time. Will they be ok with this? With us knowing?

Do they plan to hide as much as they can, keep it on the low, as they *somewhat* did in the past? Or now that the cat his pretty much out of the bag, they'll have a big "fuck it" moment and go with it, even play on it?

I'm answering your message with more question lmao sorry

I'm really wondering how these conversations go, and what are their respective point of views. I think Jungkook wouldn't care to be more forward, but Jimin will try to keep them level-headed.

He's scared. So my hope is that they find a compromise that will keep them both comfortable in the situation. This is already so complicated omg.

If it came to something drastic Jimin will have to go beyond his fears. But I think his fears are valid because they ARE in a conservative country and haters ARE everywhere and it depends on how they do this but they COULD get hurt. For real. I don't want that.

But at the same time they also have the right to be free to live their life however they please, to love whom they love, to be authentic and real and do the things that bring them joy without constantly being anxious about the what ifs.

Being kept in a cage even if made of glass, in an industry where you are supposed to express who you are, your gifts & talent and shine, it must be quite frustrating. Because there will always be this thing, like a thorn in your foot that doesn't quite fit with the will to be free and to express yourself as you are. It's something they both love but they will never feel it's completely right and perfect, because of all these constraints they must think about all the time.

Once again, if we go back to the bluemoonpunch's reading with Jimin and his Devil perspective on the relationship, it totally makes sense. It would be rational to think this way.

I am so very curious to know what kind of decision, compromise they will make about all of this.

But I think the circumstances will kind push them in the direction of even more openness. I don't see another outcome. Because not doing something when they are the two most successful members would be simply dumb. Because AYS had so much success too, and put everything in the open. Because since they enlisted together WE KNOW how important they are to each other.

Trying to hide something that's already out there wouldn't make any sense, and would be out of fear only. No. Now they will be even *more free*. So the pragmatic approach would be to embrace all of it.

We know about them. We know they are together and they know that a lot of us know. Nothing is hidden, even if they tried.

I don't know what they are going to do, but there is no going back now. The next natural step would be them being even more open. And kinda pray on the denial of many that this will have no negative impact. (it wont - people unwillingness to see the truth runs so deep that they could make out on stage and people would still say they are brothers. The homophobia is real.)

I think it's best to remain an open secret. Be who they are, exactly how they want it, and deny it if any questions comes up. Because as long as they don't *kiss* on camera, they will be fine. Everything else could be denied easily. It stays in the limbo, in the fine line between friends and lovers. (I mean for me that line was crossed a long time ago but for other people that can't put 2+2 together..)

I think they should make the subunit. They should make the akward flirty lives, they should move in together and not care about what people will say, they should make that next season of AYS and be absolutely wild in it, they should not hold back on camera because there is no point, and just say fuck it all. Because none of it will actually matter, people will still be there to support them.

They might fear they might lose it all, but they won't. I don't believe it.

But of course that's only my outsider point of view, and I am not in their heads, and we don't know their situation, but what exactly is the alternative? I don't see any. Not if they want to live according to their true selves and be free.

Of course the most drastic thing would be to announce they are a couple. But they are never going to do that and it would be stupid to do so. There is much more freedom in the limbo.

Coming out would be a tsunami of endless hate and they would lose absolutely everything (look at what happened to Yoongi, for such a minor thing). So no, I don't expect something as big as this. I actually wish they don't do that ever, because the price is way too high and they're gonna get hurt :(

They don't have to.

But they should be free to express themselves as much as they want and to feel comfortable and happy to do so. So I will respect whatever decision they take for their future. I am full of hope for them. Whatever they choose will be the best path. And it's up to us to respect it.

Their happiness comes first, and I wish they will be able to be everything they want to be.

This is going to be SUCH an interesting time guys and so exciting, thrilling, jaw-dropping...let's prepare our emotions because I'm not ready yet. Let's do our best to support them in every way.

I can't fucking wait, but at the same time I feel I still need a bit of time to be ready mentally and for things to settle. So when the times comes, I am fully ready to express my support and happiness, and share what's happening through blog posts or edits or tweets or whatever.

Don't you feel grateful we're gonna be IN the thing? We're gonna collectively witness this time for all the members, as well as jikook? And see them grow into the persons they want to be? How amazing and beautiful is this. It makes you glad to be on this earth at this specific time (We picked our moment well).

So exciting, so fun. I'm truly ecstatic for everything that will come.

Cheers to you jikookers to be with me on this ride 💜

Are you guys ready? 😂

[icomeandg0]

"More than one"

Part 4!

Linked Universe x Reader (s)

Warnings: Confusing, swearing

A/n: Slowly but surely getting there!

"Order up!"

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Walking through the bustling city the other group wanders the streets. “Are you sure they are located here?” “No clue” LTTPY/n spoke as she continued to walk in front of them. “So do you know where we are going?” Legend asked with a hint of irritation in his voice, can’t blame him though, the poor guy has been on his feet for a while now. “Not exactly, but there could be a surprise around every corner” Legend rolls his eyes at the monotone voice LTTPY/n delivered, “A good or bad surprise?” “Eh, 50 50 I say” The boys all share a glance between them all before Warriors speak up.

“Maybe we should find clues on where they might be-” “A bar.” LTTPY/n says, Four tilts his head,  “A bar? How do you know?” LTTPY/n shrugs and turns to meet them, “Just a hunch” The ring on her finger shone brighter than usual.

“So which bar should we start at? There's probably a lot in this city ""This one” She stands in front of the bar door. ‘Tipsy Teapot’ was the name of the bar. She didn’t hesitate to go inside, “Of course we got put with the loopy one” Legend grumbled earning a very small chuckle from Hyrule.

Inside was very noisy, gruff men were inside sharing life stories while drowning themselves in alcohol. “So what made you think they were here of all places? I can understand…Eh- Nevermind that but a bar?” Warrior raised one brow as LTTPY/n shrugs, “Like I said, a hunch, I can feel their presence” “Oh great, she’s loopy and delusional” Legend muttered as he groaned. “Look, we only agreed to help because the old man told us too, not because we wanted because if I had a choice I wouldn’t be here helping you find your little girl squad!” Legend points at LTTPY/n who only stared at him blankly.

“Hey, Don’t be like that. We’re heroes and it’s our job to help those in need” Warrior says, pushing Legend back a bit to give him space but someone had bumped into him…

“Ooops! Sorry sir! That was on me for not noticing– free drink on me!” She grins and she looked an awful lot like a–

“LOZY/n! I knew you were here!” All the tension left as LTTPY/n walked towards the other Y/n, “Oh HI! It’s been a bit since I’ve seen you, LTTPY/n! Hanging out with a new crowd hm?” LOZY/n asked in a cheery tone, “Haven’t you found the rest of us yet? Why are you with a bunch of boys? This is all so confusing!” LOZY/n non stop yapping about anything that came to mind but she was snapped out when LTTPY/n puts her hands on LOZY/n’s shoulders.

“I need you to listen for just a bit, I’ve come to get you back with the help of…” She glances back at the boys and then back at LOZY/n “Them. Now was there anyone else with you and if so, where is she now?” LOZY/n blinks before smiling, pointing over her shoulder to a curtain that says ‘Gambling addicts!’ 

“Just over that curtain you’ll find FSY/n! Oh–! I got to get back to the orders! I’ll see you around!” LOZY/n pushes past and accidentally bumped into ANOTHER person, Hyrule.

“Oh sorry about…That” LOZY/n eyes widened when she saw Hyrule, Hyrule had flushed cheeks and looked a bit flustered, “It’s fine, really” Hyrule says quietly. LOZY/n giggles and walks past, sparing one more glance over her shoulder and so does Hyrule. Making eye contact before she left to go to the bar.

Only one to witness that was Legend who was giving Hyrule a smug look, “Oh Stop that” Hyrule huffed, Legend was going to tease him a bit more but LTTPY/n spoke up, “You guys coming?” She was already by the curtain with Warriors and Four. Legend shook his head, deadpanning at her “No, we’ll stay here” LTTPY/n only shrugged and went inside, the other two boys following.

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“AURGH!” A big gruff man threw down his cards in frustration, “Hah! That's another win for me, I swear you’re doing this on purpose but since this is your 7th loss…I say you just suck in general” A familiar (H/C) was seen, her back facing them as the big man glared at her. “Awh, Don’t get all pissy over a shitty move you did~ NOW GIVE ME MY MONEY!” She cackled as one of the guys slid down 5 big bags of rupees. She checks every single one until the fifth where it contains rocks.

“HEY! WHAT’S THIS SHIT DOING IN HERE?!” Her mood changes instantly as she rises from her chair and points at the big man, “We had a deal, asshole.” This earned a smirk from the man, “You think I’ll follow your rules, little girl?” He taunts as he snaps his fingers, his guards standing up, they all tower over her.

She growls in frustration knowing that she couldn’t beat them, however her ear flicked when she heard footsteps, she looked back and saw LTTPY/n, Link and someone else equivalent to her Link.

“LTTPY/n? Link? How the hell did you find me?” FSY/n asked, ignoring the other men and focusing solely on the trio behind her.

“Eh, just a h—“ 

“Didn’t expect to see you in this department…imagine what your mami will say about this discovery~” Four grins, he couldn’t help but try to get a rise out of his childhood friend.

FSY/n scoffed.

“Of course, come to pester me, have you? Can’t you see I’m doing adult stuff? Something you aren’t quite experienced in…despite having 4 perspectives” she snapped back at him earning a startled expression and he immediately let out a small strained noise.

Warriors somewhat didn’t pay much attention to it and nor did LTTPY/n, Four gave her a look of ‘don’t say anything and I won’t tell your mother’ FSY/n looks at Warriors before looking back, ‘I want an explanation after, deal.’ She gave him a look and soon Warriors spoke.

“Reunions can come later, we need you to come back with us, we’ll regroup you back to your group and—“ “I don’t give two shits about regrouping, not until I get my money!” She points at the man while a scowl.

“Gosh, are all Y/n’s difficult?” Warriors muttered, “she’s just overly difficult” Four muttered back to him earning a slight noise that could be equivalent to a chuckle from LTTPY/n.

“I don’t have to owe you anything, you’re still a baby, how old are you? 14?” The man laughed gruffly, earning FSY/ns eye twitch in annoyance.

“14–14?! I look 14 to you?! I’ll show you!” FSY/n begins to climb onto the table but Four was quick to his feet and tried to gently pull her down.

“Let go of me, Link” she growled, “Is it really worth it? You already have…4 bags of rupees!” “I need the fifth!” FSY/n says, her hands stretching out and clenching as if she’s trying to choke the man from where she is.

“Lemme at him—Lemme at him!”

Four sighed as he settled her back down and she frowned at Four, “I had it under control, idiot.” She grumbled as Four stood behind her so she wouldn’t do anything rational.

“Link do your job and fight for me” FSY/n demands and Four scoffed.

“Are you done your little squabble? I have real work to attend to” The man says, he claps his hands and his guards collect the bags of rupees, “Whoa—Hey! Those are mine!” FSY/n reaches over and grabs one of the bags.

“Oh let the rupees go, Y/n!” Four says, “over my dead body!” 

The guard however didn’t let his guard down and managed to shove her off, she stumbled back and grumbled, “you selfish bastard!” 

“Once you’re old enough, maybe you’ll understand what real adult stuff is” the man grins, his guards put the bags of rupees in front of him, he nods in approval before looking back up at FSY/n.

FSY/n has a crazed smirk of her own, a vein popping on her forehead, she soon whistled and ducked…a flying tray hits the man square in the face

The curtain flew open for a split second to reveal LOZY/n who grinned and was it the stance of throwing, once the curtain fell down, FSY/n rushed to grab the 4 bags and they all ran off.

“GET THEM!” 

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The small group of 6 were hiding in the alleyway, FSY/n was sitting on the dumpster counting her rupees “6000 rupees? It’ll do” she grumbled, “I’ll take em if you don’t want them” Legend speaks up, FSY/n snarls “Go make your own money, broke ass!” She snaps.

Between the two they banter more, Four watches over them because Fire and Fire don’t mix well—LTTPY/n and Warriors don’t wanna be here…

LOZY/n hummed a tune as she put her hair up in a tidy ponytail, making sure her bangs cover up her eye…

“Ahem” she turns to meet Hyrule again.

“Oh! It’s you!” She smiles, “Yeah, it’s me…” he says sheepishly, 

“Sorry for bumping into you earlier—“

“I didn’t mean to get in your way before—“ 

The two pause and soon burst into a little giggle fit, “Hehe, I’m Y/n…Like the rest of the other Y/n’s…Just call me LOZY/n” she says softly, “My real name is Link…like the others but just call me Hyrule..” he says, glancing away a bit before looking back at her…

“Augh, love makes me sick.” FSY/n grimaced at the sight of them, “Yeah, I bet you haven’t experienced love before because ain’t no way anyone is loving that attitude” Legend retorts.

“Shut it, asshole.” 

“I mean…there’s nothing wrong with changing up the attitude—“

“You shut up as well.”

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A/N: Oh gosh I finally finished this chapter in one day, I'm slowly coming back, I just came back from my trip and I still feel as if I'm on a holiday. I had the urge to write this whole time, Honestly I'm thinking about re-write the last one because it was rushed but It will stay similar just hopefully better lol.

Series are nearly done, 2-3 more then we can finally put up a damn ask box!

[genevawrenn]

I have a few things to say about Quackity's stream and the QSMP as a whole.

If you haven't watched the stream, please do so here, I refuse to paraphrase and believe it should be watched in its entirety to form your own opinions. [Here is the YouTube link]

First of all; I don't think any of the actions Quackity took were deliberately malicious. I believe, in my opinion, he got swept up in the excitement and hype surrounding this new project, and we all know how easily that can happen. It's so easy to ignore the small things when you are being showered in positivity.

I think the project got far bigger than he thought which opens up everything to a lot of criticism.

But he does not deserve to feel unsafe, nor is it any sort of appropriate to send him death threats under any circumstances. Nor to anyone, that is a line we should not cross.

Please, for the love of everything, remember this is one of the biggest projects he has ever attempted. Balancing management, his real life, and his public figure status must be incredibly stressful, and you can only do that for so long until things start to go unnoticed. Someone spread so thin is bound to crack, and unfortunately, I think that's what happened with the administration. He's an incredibly busy guy, and to expect him to be so hands-on with the project while keeping up with the rest of his life and future prospects is an inhumane task to keep up with.

Yes, I absolutely agree that healthy amounts of criticism are necessary in something as groundbreaking as this. But under no circumstances *ever* does that become something you can threaten another's safety over.

I also agree he should have said something and apologized to the previous admins who were brave enough to share their story. But I also can agree with the fact this might have been better done privately, at least as much as possible, because the moment you get the public involved someone malicious is going to rip their words apart to use in whatever fashion they wish.

But it's hard to be truly objective and honest when every word you ever say online could be misconstrued and twisted to suit another's fancy.

I think that's where most of the issue lies, at least to me. There are systems in place when handled in a law environment to protect those affected. The moment anything goes public, it's free game for someone to use as they wish.

I think in certain situations, getting the public involved in the good fight is a sound decision, for a group of people are louder than one individual. But it can also grow wildly out of control if not handled properly, and for a delicate situation like this, I think it's only drawn the whole situation out to a painful amount.

I dislike the fact that a lot of my passion has disappeared for the server because this server is full of people whose content I enjoyed previously and some I've only now discovered.

But, I still do believe it's possible for us to hold hope. I have to hold onto that because if there truly is a way for this to turn around it can serve as an example it's possible to recover and put your best foot forward.

I think there's been mistakes all around, blown wildly out of proportion, but I do still want to give this place a chance.

Because what an example it could become if solutions can be found that helps all the parties and the fandom affected by this all.

That's all. Again, this is just my opinion, and I want to discuss it if people want to talk about it reasonably.

Please form your own thoughts after watching the stream, and try to keep an open mind. I understand this might drive a lot of people away, but I believe in the heart of what QSMP is.

This server and community are meant to unite people from across the world. Let's give it a chance to continue to do so, eh?

Edit for some clarification ;

I do not blame the admins for doing what they had to. I'm proud of the brave actions they took facing such a massive community head-on.

I just wish it all could have gone down differently, but we can't change the past, only hope for a better future.

[Here is a transcript of the stream from Twitter, please watch the stream as a priority though]

Edit 2: adding this too

[mrsjellymunson]

📚 WIP word game 📚

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Thank you (I think 😏) to the lovely @indulgence-be-thy-name @idontgettechnology for the tag, my word is WANDER (side note: who knew how many sentences of mine would start with S, H or Y???)

W

“What’s going on? Mike and Jane went all… funny, and then just got up and left.”

You don’t know what to tell them, so settle for conveying Eddie’s orders.

“You need to hide. There’s something out there, and you need to get out of sight and stay quiet.”

You pull off Lucas’s blankets and shake Mike’s shoulder, whisper-shouting ‘wake up’ as loudly as you dare to try to rouse Dustin. The teens complain, but when they spy your serious expression and the fear in your eyes, they do as you say. They begin to move the sofa for at least a couple of them to get behind, and start to brainstorm ideas for other hiding places.

From Knock At The Cabin, Part Three

A

And, somehow, you don’t mind it one bit.

You attempt to keep your composure, but your shaking hands betray you and the spoon you're holding clatters to the worktop.

Eyes a richer ochre hue than the coffee you were failing to focus on bore into yours, as Eddie suggests,

“Y’know what? Screw the coffee, Duchess. I’ve got something I think you’ll find far more… stimulating.”

From Good Things (Come In Threes), Chapter 2: Home Alone

N

“Need your words, sweetheart. I need you to tell me.”

You gasp as he places a gentle but firm open-mouthed bite to your covered shoulder, the damp heat of his breath passing easily through the thin fabric. His grip tightens, making you gasp and hold your breath, but you somehow manage to stammer,

“Yes, Eddie. I want this.”

Turning so you can just see him over your shoulder, you add,

“I want you.”

From Damsels & Debauchery: The D&D Chronicles; Part Two: Two Player Game (link to Part 1 as this doesn’t have a series masterlist yet)

D

“Do you… like what you see, Princess?”

Your eyes continue to scan his chest as you hum in approval.

“Oh yes, definitely…”

You bring one of your hands up between you and run the tips of your fingers over the tattoos on his pec. Eddie shivers and inhales a shaky breath, and then whines a little as you flatten your hand over the muscle.

Your other hand traces up his waist and abs, making him stutter out a bashful giggle as you hit a ticklish spot, until both hands come to rest on the upper part of his chest, feeling it rise and fall beneath your palms. You look over his torso, his neck, his throat, before your gaze reaches his eyes again.

“You’re really pretty, Eddie. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Uhh, nope. No, they haven’t. But from you, I believe it.”

From The Biology Tutor: Lesson Three

E

Eddie wouldn’t choose to come to an event like this, but the money on offer was too good to pass up. The theme is Glitz and Glamour, the assistant who booked him insisting he went all out, a dangerous thing to say to someone as dramatic as Eddie. But, if he’s honest, the opportunity to get super theatrical with his performance was actually really appealing.

As part of the deal, a makeup company has given him a load of free stuff in return for promoting the brand. Way more than he’d use for a single event, and in far too many shades, but, again, he’s not complaining. Free glitter is free glitter.

From Stevie White & The Seven Nerds [working title], WIP for the @strangertales2025 fairy tale event (don’t hold your breath - we have an entire year to write these 😜)

R

Reclining against your headboard and clutching your coffee, you recall how he’d looked as he glanced out of your bedroom window the morning he was due to leave. How he’d peered through the thin blinds and the sunlight had caught his features perfectly and illuminated the ochre of his eyes. He’d looked distant, pensive.

From an untitled WIP about JQ’s unnamed Warfare character, because I can’t find anything else in my WIPs that begins with R 😄. I wrote a blurb after getting this ask about him and people asked for more, but I don’t know if I’ll ever finish or publish this because of the divisive subject matter. I’m absolutely not pro-war (and I have little knowledge or interest in the military as a subject group), but I’m concerned that publishing it will imply that I am. So, for now, a WIP it will stay. Perhaps I’ll revisit it once I’ve seen the movie.

Anyone can join in with this, but I’m tagging @the-unforgivenn @mediocredreams @rebelfell @storiesbyrhi @jamdoughnutmagician @munson-blurbs @joejoequinnquinn @katethetank because you know I’ll go feral for any tiny smidgens you give me (single sentences are allowed) 😉 Your word is HOLIER

Also tagging @airen256 and @80s-addict in case you want to have a gander 🥰

[3terna15unshin3]

a blurb of them at a halloween party would heal me!! (smut but also super cutie cus they’re my babies)

Kneel

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a/n: hey bff thank u for the request and happy halloween :-)

Read the main fic here if u want more Matty and Este!

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cw: 18+, minors DNI, alcohol consumption, kinky religious undertones that will hit hard if you’ve seen Fleabag season 2, oral (m receiving), dom!matty vibes ish, praise, cumplay maybe??, also a bit wordy at the start lol

Matty zipped up the back of her jumpsuit for her, since Este couldn’t reach it herself. She was in the midst of covering her nose and mouth with fake blood.

“Easy with that stuff, hey? You’re going to make it impossible for me to kiss you,” he complained, making eye contact with her through the mirror in front of them.

She laughed, running her hands under the tap to wash the excess red off her hands, and then turned around. Her arms raised to adjust the Roman collar surrounding his neck. “A bit of blood has never stopped you in the past.”

His jaw dropped. “We’ll have to put some time aside for confession tonight, with that dirty mind of yours.” He said with a chuckle, playing up the priest costume suited over his body and shaking his head at her suggestive joke.

“I’ll hold you to that offer, actually.” Este giggled.

Before heading out the door, she stole a cigarette from the box in Matty’s pocket to hold between her fingers as a prop—her other hand cradling a small stuffed guinea pig. Fleabag was their favourite show, after all.

When they arrived at Charli’s, music was pulsating through the floorboards and hoards of people filled the space. She was great at throwing a party, so that’s what was expected.

Matty had handfuls of friends to greet but he did it all with his hand still linked with hers or around her waist. By now, they were mostly familiar faces, so it didn’t phase her. Many complimented their costumes; and those who didn’t recognise it, got an earful from Este about how the show it was in reference to was an absolute must-watch. Matty, who was slightly less passionate about spreading the Fleabag agenda, just sat back and watched in adoration. He loved seeing her addiction to sharing things she loves with others.

He also shamelessly basked in the feeling of being called ‘hot priest’ by everyone. If anyone called him just the ‘priest’, he’d correct them, and Este would roll her eyes.

By the time they’d gone round to see everyone, Ross (dressed as Indiana Jones) had shoved drinks into their hands, and had even come back a second time with more rounds. They were buzzed before settling into a spot in the corner of the lounge where the rest of the guys and their partners had gotten comfortable.

After him and Este pulled each of them in for an embrace, Matty took the last free seat and grabbed her by the waist to sit down on his lap.

“Welcome, welcome,” Charli loudly greeted over the music, while hanging onto George’s shoulder, “You guys have gotten some drinks right? You’re good? I’ve got some off limits special stuff I’m willing to share if you want anything more,”

Este thanked her for the offer but shook her head. “Ross had us very taken care of the minute we walked in, so I think we’re all good,”

Ross raised his glass and nodded his head at the mention of his chronic need to make sure that nobody ever had an empty hand.

“You look hot, by the way,” commented Carly, earning a wide smile from Este as she eyed her and Adam and their costumes. They were dressed as the twins from The Shining.

“I’d say the same about you babe. But not hotter than Hann, unfortunately,” She replied, giggling at his blonde wig. He flicked the fake hair upwards with sass in response to her compliment, making the whole group laugh.

Matty’s hands stayed there on her hips for the next few hours, only removing themselves periodically when they got up to mingle or to get another drink or when Este heard a song she wanted to dance to. But otherwise, his touch was glued to her.

It was starting to drive him crazy that that was all he could do, though. She grew increasingly flirty with him as the night went on; making sure to grind her ass deeper into his lap every time she towered forward to grab crisps off the coffee table, or leaning her back into his chest to turn and give him a kiss on the jaw, or leaving her hand way too far up his thigh. Matty wanted more—but she couldn’t give him that.

Then, Charli brought her point-and-shoot camera out and people began to pose. Everyone messily heaped into groups and threw middle fingers and peace signs up and the camera flashed repeatedly. Once most guests and their costumes were captured at least a couple of times, she came over to Este and grabbed her by the arm.

“We need a photo, E! Come outside,”

The excited and tipsy host made Este stand with her, serving looks down the lens and playfully posing together.

“Wait! I should light my cig!” exclaimed Este, still holding the unlit one between her fingers. She reached around the corner for Matty and gestured to his pocket, wordlessly asking him to do it for her.

Este insisted on holding eye contact with him as she grasped the smoke between her lips and he held the flame underneath its end. It made Matty swoon, seeing her suck her cheeks in and then blow the smoke out the side of her mouth.

She enjoyed a joint and its high here and there, but wasn’t as big of a smoker as him, and was rarely caught messing with nicotine. So, the sight was a bit unusual—and it turned Matty on.

After more photos with Charli, Este shoved her phone into her hand and dragged Matty into the frame. He complied, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist and giving the lens his attention. They smiled together, earning a collective ‘aw’ from the people around the room who looked.

They took turns altering expressions, some serious and some silly (like when Este stood proudly while Matty grabbed her tits from behind, peeking his head out to the side); all while she only held the lit cigarette without smoking it.

But for one photo, Matty watched her take a drag. She then looked up at him through her black eyelashes, and leaned in without saying anything. Gulping, he followed her action and leaned in as well, realising that Este wanted to shotgun the smoke she’d just inhaled.

So he parted his lips and breathed in as she blew the smoke into them, locking her gaze again. He felt the buzz immediately, and Este smirked with just millimetres between them before pulling away.

Matty swore he felt his dick twitch in his pants—and even thought he saw Este squeeze her legs together in his peripheral vision. Luckily, he also saw Charli capture the moment with both her camera and Este’s iPhone, so at least he’d have evidence that it actually happened. And that he didn’t just dream it up.

“Okay, you guys are sexy. I get it. Can you take some of me and George now?”

—

Este’s behaviour wasn’t innocent and unknowing. He knew she was riling him up on purpose. So in return, as soon as they stepped foot back into their shared house, Matty had her pinned against the wall. They’d barely made it into the corridor.

She gasped, but quickly gave in and kissed him with hunger.

“Something wrong, Father?” Este asked breathily, breaking away for air and tugging at his collar.

His hands tangled in her hair and yanked it backwards to make her head tilt up. “You’ve been very sinful tonight,”

Their lips hungrily reconnected, kissing with open mouths. Este grabbed him over his pants, drawing a hiss out of Matty. She then felt his hand trail up from her waist, over her chest, and onto her neck. He pressed lightly on the sides of her throat. She moaned into his mouth.

“Will you forgive me if I repent?” She asked, while slipping her fingers past his waistband.

“We’ll see. Only if you’re good for me,” Matty answered in a low voice. He grew rock hard as Este pumped him up and down a couple times in his pants. He breathed heavily and made pretty sounds when she dragged her thumb over his sensitive tip.

“I will. I swear,” begged Este.

“Then kneel.”

Sinking to her knees, she took his length out of his pants and gave it a kiss like she was worshipping it. Her flattened tongue ran up its underside from the base, taking his head into her mouth when she reached the top.

Matty shuddered, cradling her jaw with his palm. “Fuck,” he choked out.

She swirled her tongue around him before taking a breath and bringing him farther. His cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag and then moan with pleasure. The vibrations made Matty buck his hips forward and hit her maximum again.

Este's hand did the work her mouth couldn’t reach, setting a comfortable pace and gripping the back of his thigh with her other one. His skin tasted salty and made her shift her hips in desperation.

Matty then gathered her messy hair into one section behind her head. “You said you’re gonna be good for Father, right? Will you show me how good you are?”

She let out a muffled moan to say yes, attempting to nod while her mouth was full of him and her head bobbed up and down. Wetness accumulated between her legs.

“Okay. Then take me like the good girl.”

He steadied her head, gripping it with both hands, and gently thrust his hips. Este opened her jaw wider and took a breath while she could, before Matty thrusted into her again.

He went easy on her to make sure everything was alright, even though her was fully aware that she loved having her face fucked. Este loved pleasing him, letting him take control, and tasting him down her throat. It could make her cum on the spot.

Not long afterwards, he tightened his grip on her hair and brought her mouth down even deeper onto his cock. “That’s it, baby.” He praised, jaw slack with euphoria as her throat constricted around him.

Tears gathered in the corner of Este’s eyes, her nose repeatedly grazing the hairy skin of his pelvis. His thrusts grew relentless. The filthy sounds of her mouth around him echoed through their entryway and mixed with their combined moans.

His head threw itself backwards and he groaned every time Este’s warm mouth swallowed him. “Shit, you were fucking made for me,” Matty said, after bringing his attention back down to the sight of her. Spit dripped down her chin. Her lips grew red at the way they were stretched around his cock.

“Just a bit more. You’re taking me so well,” moaned Matty, feeling his orgasm creeping up. They both knew he wouldn’t last long.

Este was a champ, squeezing her eyes shut as he fucked faster to chase his end. To finish him off, she hollowed her cheeks and stiffened her tongue beneath him, feeling the vein that ran down the underside of his cock, bobbing her head again to meet him halfway.

His hips rammed into her face a couple of more times, before he cried, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. E, I’m—”, and then came.

She sprung up, finally able to take a breath, letting Matty watch his cum spill onto her tongue. His tip sat above her open mouth and ropes of white pooled into it.

Este let it drip out and down onto her cleavage that was exposed through the cutout of her jumpsuit. Raising her hand and wrapping it back around his cock, she milked him of every last drop. The sudden prolonged pleasure made Matty’s hips buckle up, fucking her fist and spilling more of his seed onto her chest.

“Am I forgiven, Father?” she asked after swallowing fully, even dragging a finger through the cum on her tits and then sucking it clean.

Matty’s chest heaved up and down, and his head was so hazy from the mind numbing climax he was attempting to recover from that all he could do was nod. He caressed the top of her head with his shaky hand, then brought it down to drag his thumb over her lips.

It formed into a smile as Este looked up at him, his expression being shamelessly fucked out and giddy.

“I think I actually did just see God.”

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Secret Food

Eris and the Drifter. Dinner for two.

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

*** Content Warning: Mature language - sex jokes ***

“I have never in all my lives tasted something this good.”

The Drifter’s eyes gleamed with pride while he was chewing, watching her from across the table in the galley of the Derelict.

“It is so good,” she mumbled, her mouth full.

“Way too early for me to be pulling out something like this for ya… but this is a special occasion so something special had to be made and, well, this is the most special thing I know.”

“I did not expect to be this impressed.”

“It’s pretty good, not gonna lie. This one’s a show stopper.”

“What is it called?”

The Drifter blinked and swallowed.

Eris tilted her head.

“The dish I’ve made for you tonight,” he smirked while reaching across the table to wipe a tiny bit of sauce from her chin and then lick his finger, “is composed of chicken, in a cream sauce, with sun dried tomatoes, red pepper flakes, parmesan cheese, basil, garlic, and thyme… the plant, not… how long it took to make.”

“Hmmm…”

“I put it on top of linguini, which is just the name of this noodle,” he held one up on his fork as an example, “that’s halfway between spaghetti, which is the round one, and fettuccine, which is the flat one. Although both of those are good too, hell any noodles or rice or just about anything is fine under this. It’s pretty great.” He returned to twirling his noodles in his fork.

“Hmmm…”

“What?”

“I asked you what it was called and you told me the ingredients.”

He paused, the food on his fork held mid-air. He put the fork down and took a sip of water.

“Has anyone ever told you that your level of attention to detail is frightening?”

“What are you hiding from me, Rat?” Eris prepared another mouthful of food on her fork. “Are you… blushing?”

“Feels like it, yup. Probably am.” He nodded.

“Is it named something excessively lewd and inappropriate?”

He shook his head and took another sip from his glass.

She studied her plate. “Chicken thighs in a cream sauce... cum on my thighs?”

He started coughing as water went up his nose.

“Dammit.” He took a few moments to breathe. “No, it is not.” He laughed. “Where the hell did that come from, Moondust? Damn!”

Eris continued eating, her face impassive. “Were you under the impression that my command of language only extended to words of more than three syllables?”

“Holy shit, Eris,” His face was red. “This is not how I thought this dinner was gonna go.”

"Hmmm… you are disappointed."

"Nope. Didn't say that. Don't feel that. Just surprised as all hell at what just came out of your mouth."

"Hmmm…"

"Cum on my thighs," he whispered, still baffled, shaking his head.

"Your request will be taken under consideration."

"Now you're just fucking with me."

"We should at least finish dinner first."

The Drifter coughed, laughing so hard tears were coming out of his eyes.

"Dammit, Moondust, I was tryin' for romantic here. This is our first actual legit date. And you just got back from takin’ out two gods and bein’ the most powerful hive that ever hived. It’s supposed to be a celebration. I even got us a candle and everything."

Eris looked over at the single candle sputtering to itself in a metal can on the table between them.

“I mean yeah, it’s in a soup can, but it's still a candle. That makes this a candle-lit dinner for two. By definition, as you so like to say. "

Eris smiled. "Yes, it is. And I do like it."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

She reached out and took his free hand, twining her fingers between his.

"So, what is the name of this dish that is not…” She broke off as he looked away. “That… actually offends you.”

He sighed. “A little, yeah. Not you talkin’ like that, that’s hilarious. Please do that more. Just… not about this.”

She rubbed her thumb against the side of his hand.

“I’m sorry. You made something very special to you and in my attempts at humour I’ve ruined the mood completely. Please forgive me.”

"You’re forgiven, but… I’m not comfortable sharing the name of this particular dish with you and I am asking you to please accept that and respect that I am keeping this one from you.”

“Because of what I said?”

“Nope, not related.”

“Hmmm…a secret food, then.” She continued eating with one hand while holding his hand in the other.

“Yeah. A secret food.”

“You’ve fed me a secret food, won’t tell me the name of it, although you freely give me the ingredients, you blush deeply when I ask, and it isn’t something horrifically crass. It is in fact the opposite… very special to you. Extremely so. Deeply personal.” She squeezed his hand.

“Yeah.”

“What a fascinating puzzle.”

“Uh oh. Moondust, I want you to promise me something.”

“Hmmm…?”

“Promise me you won’t go looking this up. It’s an old, old recipe. Pre-golden age. Anyone who knows about it is long dead by at least a thousand years. There’s no way in hell you’d find it. But now I’m actually concerned. You are like a fish in water in a library and if anyone could determine what it is, it would be you. Will you promise me? Please?”

She smiled, chewing slowly, looking away for a moment, enjoying his discomfort, before returning her gaze to him and lifting his hand to her lips, kissing one of his knuckles and swallowing her mouthful of noodles and chicken.

“I promise I will not research the name of your secret food. But, does this mean I do not get to eat it ever again? It’s so good. It was never my intention to insult it or you.”

“I’ll make it for you again.” He gave her hand a squeeze and let go. “I know it’s good. I’ll make it for you lots. As long as you don’t call it… that. And again, I ain’t complaining ‘bout you talking like that, just the application to this dish, specifically.”

“And will I ever get to know the name?”

“Ha!” He laughed nervously. “I uh… I don’t know. Um…" His eyes briefly unfocused. “Maybe?” he whispered. “Didn’t think I’d ever share this with anyone and here I am sharing it with you, so…” His eyes refocused and he looked at her like he was trying to calculate something. “Maybe.” He said the word softly, like a prayer.

“Hmmm…” She rested her chin on her hand, observing him as she ate.

“Tell ya what.” He poked the air between them with his fork. “Ask me again in… a hundred years… and we’ll see where we’re at, ok?” He returned his fork to the chicken.

“A hundred years.” She said incredulously.

“Yeah… at that point if I’m still feeding you this, you’re entitled to know the name of it.” He grinned at her and ate another forkfull.

“You really mean I cannot research this for a hundred years.”

“Yup. You promised.”

“We could die at any point before then.”

“Fine, if we’re about to die I’ll tell you the name of it then too.”

“What if I find out by accident?”

“You won’t.”

“How did you find out what it is and what it’s called if everyone who has ever made it is long dead?”

“A farmer taught it to me. His father taught it to him, and his father before him. It’s… a family recipe… and for a while that family had unofficially adopted me as one of their own.”

She drew in a sharp breath. “It was them.”

“Yeah.” He looked down at his food. “It was them.”

“I feel terrible now. Have you never shared this with anyone else?”

“No one.” He looked up into her eyes. “Only you.”

“I am… honoured.”

“Yeah, I guess it is a bit of an honour thing.”

“You don’t do honour.” She shifted her voice to match his cadence. “That sorta shit gets you killed.”

He laughed. “Well, apparently in this one specific case, I do. And also, that’s real cute, what you did just now. You should do that more too.”

“But I have made you regret sharing it with me.” Her voice was tinged in sadness.

“I… no… you have not. Not one bit. Ain’t no one else I’d want to share this with. Very grateful you’re here sharing it with me now. This is a happy thing. No amount of random, unexpected, fuckin’ hysterical, cussin’ from your oh so sophisticated mouth is gonna change that.”

She smiled again. “I didn’t know honour could taste so good.”

“It really is tasty. That’s… why it’s called what it’s called. Gimme your plate?” He stood with his empty metal plate and fork in one hand.

“Hmmm… sadly, yes.” She placed her fork on her empty plate and passed it to him.

“I will make it for ya again, I promise,” he said, taking their plates to the sink. "Felt real good to make it for you. What’s that word, cathartic? It felt right. Safe, even, if that makes any sense.” He looked back at her. “Tea?”

“Yes.”

“I got a special one for you to try, and a backup if you don’t like it. Chocolate mint.”

She wrinkled her nose.

“But before you go judging it, it’s not sweet, not at all.”

“I am willing to try it, although chocolate does not sound like it belongs in tea.”

“The chocolate isn’t added to the tea. The plant the tea is made from is called chocolate mint. Ain’t no actual chocolate involved.”

“Really.”

“Yup. Mint is fuckin’ weird like that. Oodles of different kinds.”

“Oodles.” She spoke the word as though she were rolling it around on her tongue.

“Oodles. And it’s super aggressive, for a plant anyway, so I have to keep it in its own box on its own shelf or it just takes over everything… slowly of course, cuz it’s a plant. Grows over top of the other plants to steal their light. Mint is vicious. Doesn’t play nice with others. I like it.” He handed her a steaming mug and sat back down across from her.

“It smells like candy.”

“Yup. Nothing in it though. No sugar, no honey. Just dried leaves and water. I put milk in mine. Cuts the bite. Not in yours, though.” His eyes glittered. “You like stuff that bites.”

“Hmmm…” She smiled and took a sip.

“You can try mine if you want to know how it is when it’s more creamy-like.”

“No. I like it as it is, without alteration.”

“Thought you might.”

“And it just… grows… like this…”

“Yup. Wanna see it? I can give you the plant tour. It ain’t long.”

“Yes.”

He stood up and held out his hand. She took it and laced her fingers between his. Mugs in their other opposite hands, they walked through the doorway together.

This is part 1 of 3 in Dinner for Two. However please do be advised that part 3 will reference happy fun sexy times which occur "off screen." This is not an explicit story series but they do end up being sweet and cute and naked together. Anything straying into actual depictions of happy fun naked sexy times will remain on Ao3 where you need to click past an age verification and agree you want to read that content, as well as include tags so you can know exactly what the story contains before reading, if you so choose.

[tiannasfanfic]

Eddie’s Easter Bucket

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: Not long after receiving custody of his 12 year old nephew, Eddie, Wayne Munson soon finds himself inventing a new family tradition for Easter.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns (if any). Written for the Easter Event on the Eddie's Sluts Discord Server.

CW: None, just pure fluff.

Word Count: 1,453

For most of Eddie’s childhood, holidays were not really celebrated. With his mom gone and his dad always on the wrong side of the law, there wasn’t anyone around to make them into anything special.

Wayne picked up on this fairly early on after his nephew came to live with him. Outside of looking forward to the time off he got from school, Eddie was excited by little else. Even Christmas, normally the one holiday kids were the most rabid over, was barely a blip on the boy’s radar until Wayne surprised him with three small presents he managed to scrape up the money for.

Now that broke Wayne’s heart. Even with as dysfunctional as he and Ed’s parents were, holidays were always marked by some sort of acknowledgment, even if it was just something small. He decided right then that he would always do what he could to make holidays special for the boy.

Outside of Christmas and Eddie’s birthday, the other holiday Wayne liked to splurge on was Easter. Eddie had a bit of a sweet tooth and some of his favorite candies came out only during that time of year. So, as soon as Christmas was over, Wayne started setting money aside and soon a new Munson tradition was born: The Easter Bucket.

Initially, he was going to get Eddie an Easter basket, but when he went looking for one that first Easter with his nephew, he was shocked by just how much they cost. He had only expected them to be a dollar or two at most and didn’t have enough saved for both a basket AND the stuff to put in it. Finding himself in an unexpected predicament, Wayne started trying to think of a cheaper alternative to a basket.

Buckets, he suddenly realized, were free if you knew where to look. And he did know exactly where to look. Wayne was easily able to find a small plastic bucket that once contained roof nails, cleaned it up and used that instead.

Inside the bucket, Wayne shredded up some newspaper to act as Easter grass. Nestled in the shredded paper was a small chocolate bunny, a small bag of jelly beans, two Cadbury eggs and two Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs. While the Cadbury and Reese’s were Eddie’s favorites, Wayne didn’t feel right not getting him a chocolate bunny and jelly beans, which had been the small Easter tradition when he was growing up. Both him and Eddie’s dad would get a small bag of jelly beans each and a small chocolate bunny to share.

Remembering those childhood Easter’s as he was assembling the bucket, Wayne couldn’t help but chuckle. These were some of his few good childhood memories. Since Ed was the older of the two, he usually ended up with most of the chocolate bunny, which always caused an argument which left someone crying.

“Damnit, boys!” Wayne recalled his mother’s voice griping at the two of them. “If you don’t cut out that damn fighting, y’all aren’t getting one next year!”

That always got them to calm down real fast.

Since Eddie was already 12 years old when he came to live with his uncle, Wayne wasn’t sure if the boy would even like the Easter Bucket. He knew there was the possibility that his nephew would claim to be too old for Easter.

But, instead, Eddie was very excited when he woke up on Easter morning to find the bucket his uncle had snuck onto his desk while he slept. It really caught Wayne off guard when his nephew came barreling out of his room to tackle him in a bear hug of thanks, not used to sudden bursts of affection from the boy, but it also made his day.

Every year after that, at some point on Easter, Eddie would find that same bucket sitting on his desk. While it would always have the same standard items that were in there year after year, some years there might be an extra Cadbury Egg or maybe something new if Wayne had a little extra money when Easter rolled around. One year, there was a bag of Reese’s Pieces added to the bucket. Another year, it was a Hershey’s chocolate bar. It just varied.

Once Eddie was in high school, Wayne figured it was only a matter of time before his nephew really did claim to be too old for Easter. But the Easter Bucket after freshman year was met with the same bear hug of thanks that it always was. Wayne saw no harm in continuing on with the little tradition since he rather enjoyed it himself, too, and so he kept at it.

Easter weekend of 1987 ended up bringing some momentous changes to the Munson household.

Eddie was moving out of the trailer and into your apartment with you.

The two of you had met at a party the previous spring break and immediately hit it off. It didn’t take long before you were dating and virtually inseparable outside of work. You were a perfect match. Now it was time for the next step of your relationship.

On Friday, you and Eddie finished packing his stuff, then stayed the night at the trailer to get an early start. The next day, Wayne helped out and, between his truck, Eddie’s van, and your car, almost everything got moved over within just a few hours.

Since Wayne was working a double on the holiday for the extra money and he needed to get some rest, the three of you stopped for the day by midafternoon. After a dinner of pizza freshly delivered from the Hut, Wayne went home for an early night and the two of you started unpacking Eddie’s things.

By the time you and your boyfriend got over to the trailer on Sunday to get the last of his things, Wayne had already left for work. But as soon as Eddie walked into his old room to finish packing, his eyes landed on his old dresser and he broke into a grin.

Just like every year on Easter, there on the top of the dresser was Eddie’s Easter Bucket.

But, unlike the years prior, there was a second, newer looking bucket sitting next to his.

The grin on Eddie’s face was replaced by a look of confusion. He walked over to the dresser and curiously looked inside the second bucket. It took him a second to register what he was seeing, but when he did, his face broke into a delighted smile.

“Hey Y/N?” he called over his shoulder towards the living room. “C’mere a minute!”

A few moments later, you came up the hall and into the bedroom.

“What’s up?” you asked.

Eddie stepped aside so you could see the dresser and he gestured towards the second bucket.

“Uncle Wayne left something for you,” he said, a happy smile on his face.

Curious yourself now, you walked over to the dresser and looked inside the buckets. While Eddie had told you about the traditional Easter Bucket, seeing the bucket wasn’t a surprise, but just like him, you were surprised by the second bucket.

Both of the buckets contained a chocolate bunny and a bag of jellybeans, one bucket had some of Eddie’s favorite candy tucked in the shredded newspaper, and the other contained some of your favorites.

You blinked in surprise, then looked up at Eddie’s beaming face.

“How did he know?” you asked.

“Uncle Wayne asked me what kind of candy you liked a few months back,” he said, eyes shining. “I forgot about it until now when I saw the bucket.”

With wide eyes you looked back down at the contents of bucket. You felt your cheeks heating up with a blush at Wayne’s gesture.

At the beginning of you and Eddie’s relationship, his uncle had initially been wary of you. Over the years, Wayne had become a bit protective of his nephew, especially once the bullying by the town got bad. Sometimes that resulted in him coming across as cold towards you. Despite Eddie’s reassurances to the contrary, you worried that Wayne didn’t like you and didn’t approve of the relationship.

Presently, your boyfriend gently elbowed you in the ribs.

“See?” Eddie said, his voice happy and excited. “Told ya. It just takes him a bit to warm up to people. He was the same way with the guys in the band until he got to know them better.”

Still speechless, you looked up at Eddie with a dumbfounded expression on your face that made him chuckle. He wrapped his arms around you then and pulled you in for a hug before kissing you on the forehead.

“Happy Easter, sweetheart," he said, squeezing you tightly. "And welcome to the Munson family."

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore @bmunson86 @tayhar811

[amberlynnmurdock]

The Good In You (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Reader

Chapter Summary: Dex and her share a few moments together leading up to the Gala on Friday -- which Dex is still undecided about.

Genre: FLUFF

Words: 3.1k

Ao3 Link

Since Beckett was exiled from the office, tensions had gone down, and Dex felt more comfortable walking around the office. Not that he would ever feel 100% comfortable, but he definitely felt much better than he did before. He didn’t have to worry about someone trying to get him, provoke him and have leverage against him. 

It was easier to say hello to her in her office—no suspicious minds and wandering eyes kept their focus on them for too long. Dex didn’t care what they thought anyway. Whatever conversations he had with her—whatever people thought they saw—it was only between the two of them. Dex was walking over her to office now with two cups of coffee in his hands: one for him and one for her.

“G’morning, doc,” Dex leaned in the doorway. They had reached a point where he didn’t need to knock on the door to make his presence known. “Got your fresh cup for you.”

“I’m not a doctor, Dex,” she giggled, and Dex liked how the sound made him feel inside. Not a rush of anxiety. Just a rush. “Thank you.”

“Well, you’re the only medical professional in the building so I’d say it’s safe to call you that,” Dex smiled, tapping his paper cup of coffee to hers as a small cheer. “There’s no one else I’d go to, at least.”

“You’re funny,” she smiled and blushed as she blew on her cup before taking a sip. Dex hated the way how fast his thoughts turned dark. If anyone else had got her a cup of coffee, how could he be so sure they didn’t do anything to tamper with it? She willingly took the cup from his hands each time, but that’s because she trusted him. Dex would never put her at risk like that—he can’t say the same for everyone else. “You always make it perfect.”

“I spend more time perfecting your cup than my own,” Dex said naturally. Over the past few weeks, things had been slightly flirtatious between them, surprisingly more on Dex’s part. He saw that she enjoyed when he said things like he did just now, so he decided to keep saying them. 

And each time she noticed him going all sweet, she decided to ask him the most dreaded question. 

“Change your mind about the gala yet?” She asked quietly, almost too quickly before she put her coffee cup to her lips. Dex shifted uncomfortably and leaned on the opposite side of the doorframe.

“No,” Dex shook his head. “I haven’t.” If the gala only consisted of the two of them, and not nearly the entire department, Dex would consider going. It was a chore enough for him to avoid as many people as he worked with—to willingly go to an event where he was forced to talk to people and not only that, wear an uncomfortable suit? Dex wasn’t sold. He wouldn’t put himself through that. Not even if it meant he got to sit next to her the entire evening. 

She was lovely. He wasn’t. People would be going up to her all night, and that would only spur Dex’s anxiety more. 

“I wish you would,” she gently urged. Dex sighed. He knows that. It was written all over her face each time she brought it up. Hope. And then disappointment when he would give her the same answer. “I guess you have until Friday to change your mind. Or I have until Friday to convince you.”

“I was interrogated for two weeks straight in Quantico,” Dex said in a low voice, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze, “it’s not easy to crack me under pressure.”

“I didn’t say I’d pressure you,” she defended teasingly, “I said I’d convince you.”

“Those words are synonymous in interrogations,” Dex replied with a smirk.

“If I were to pressure you or convince you, whatever word you prefer,” she began, “I’d say the biggest reason you should come is because there’s going to be great food, free, might I add.” Dex nodded with a ghost of a smile on his lips, fascinated by her attempts at convincing him, looking at her like what else? “A great opportunity to take advantage of an event the bureau is paying for…” Dex waited for her third reason. “And, well… I want you to be there.” 

He knew this was the biggest reason why she kept asking him about the gala. Still, he didn’t know what to say. He enjoyed their early morning, private conversations. He enjoyed being the reason she smiled and blushed. He enjoyed how much she seemed to enjoy his company. But being her date to the gala was something he couldn’t fathom, not even for her. It wasn’t her that was the issue—it was him. And the expectations he’d never live up to. 

“I told you I’d think about it,” Dex finally said, after some time of holding her gaze. 

“I guess you technically have four more days to think about it,” she lightly shrugged. “Can I ask what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know,” Dex broke eye contact with her. “I don’t want to burden you with all that.”

“You’d never burden me with anything,” she said with conviction. “I know we’re just… coworkers, but you can always talk to me about anything. I’m a good listener.”

Dex’s gaze moved to the ground, where their shoes were almost touching—that’s how close they were standing. She made no movement to step back, and neither did he. 

“I appreciate that,” Dex said quietly. 

“Agent Poindexter!” 

Both of them were startled by Hattley’s voice coming down the hall. She stepped back instantly, while Dex stepped forward instinctively in a protective way. When he saw it was Hattley, Dex stepped back. 

“Training starts in five. You’re presenting first. Good morning, Nurse __,” Tammy smiled at her. She raised her cup of coffee as a greeting and looked at Dex once Tammy walked away. He sighed and looked down sheepishly. 

“Duty calls,” Dex said. 

“Have fun, agent.” 

◎◎◎

Her shift the next day started at 1 PM, and she wouldn’t get home until midnight. When Hattley had pulled her aside yesterday to let her know, she was less than thrilled but agreed anyway. She wasn’t thrilled that she would be getting home so late, and that the FBI shuttle wouldn’t be available.  

Dex walked over to her office that morning and was disappointed to see her office dark, with the door closed, with no sign of her. 

“She’s coming in at 1 today,” Hattley said as she walked by Dex. Dex followed her and walked up to Hattley to catch up with her. 

“Why?”

“We’ll need her later in case any new agents get hurt on their first field assignment. She said she’s okay with it.”

“But the shuttle won’t be here to take her home,” Dex argued. 

“You’re welcome to stay later and get in on the field with the new agents, Poindexter,” Hattley stepped into the elevator. “Your choice.” The elevator doors closed, leaving Dex stranded in the middle of the hall. Dex ran his hand over his face—his day wouldn’t feel complete if he didn’t get to see her. She had become a part of his routine. 

Dex decided to stay. 

When she arrived at 1, she was disappointed to see that most of the agents had left for their missions already—including Dex. She wondered if he would be on one of the late-night missions, but she highly doubted it. Disappointment settled in her—she probably wasn’t going to see Dex today. 

She sat at her desk, flipped through the new agents’ files, and kept herself occupied until it was time to head home. In her bag, she had a can of mace and a claw keychain for her walk home, since it’ll be so late by the time she gets out. She’s done overnights before—that wasn't the issue. It was her concern for getting home safely that was. 

Hours passed, and it was soon nearing 11 PM. Some agents were at their desks but most had gone home for the night. Truthfully, she was fighting sleep and decided to brew a fresh pot of coffee to stay away. Just as the machine was humming, the elevators opened and revealed a small group of agents coming back from their mission. 

She peered out of the kitchen and watched as they trickled out. Her heartbeat increased when she saw Dex standing in the back, wearing his tactical gear. He looked even more handsome in uniform—it had been a while since she’d seen him in it. Dex caught her eye momentarily, a look of relief on his face. 

“Doc,” Agent Poindexter called for her as the agents stood behind him. Clearly, Dex was the one in charge tonight. “Think you can check up on these guys before they go home after their first mission on the job?”

“That’s what I’m here for, Agent,” she smiled at him. “I’ll save you for last.”

One by one, she checked up on the new agents. Most of them were okay, some of them were a little shaken up by their first mission, but they understood what the job entailed. After all, they were here for a reason. She did the best she could in getting to know them and easing their anxieties. 

“I hear you get used to it, after a while,” she said to her second to last patient. He was a young man, probably 22 years old, named Daniel. 

“I hear that as well, but hopefully sooner than later,” Daniel smiled sheepishly. He had bright blonde hair and blue eyes. ”Thank you, Nurse __.”

“My pleasure,” she smiled as she walked him out the door. She saw the group of young agents at the front of the office, signing out with another more senior agent. She watched them with a smile on her face—they were all truly pleasant and sweet. 

“Got time for one more?” Dex’s voice pulled her from her gaze on them. She uncrossed her arms and looked at Dex, who seemed much taller when he was in his uniform. Camo-green vest, with matching pants and tan combat boots. Dex’s dirty blonde hair was a little disheveled, but he didn’t look any less attractive. He had a rugged smile on, but a soft gaze in his eyes.

“I always have time for you,” she said quietly. “Come on in.”

Dex followed her into her room, closing the door behind him. She suddenly felt more awake, and more settled, now that Dex was here in her room. She kept her back toward him as he took off his tactical vest and jacket, revealing a black tee shirt underneath. She retied her hair and washed her hands. When she heard him sit up on the exam table, she turned around to meet him. He was sitting up straight patiently. 

“I didn’t know you were working so late,” she said. 

“It kind of just fell in my lap today,” Dex explained.

“How did it go with the new agents?”

“Not bad, for what it's worth.”

“How do you feel now?” She asked. 

“Good,” Dex replied, “I’m here now.”

“Good.” Suddenly, it was the look Dex was giving her—complete and utter focus on her. Nothing else in the room existed except for her, it felt like. Not even the rolling tray of medical supplies that was next to her. She felt self-conscious by the way he was looking at her. She was suddenly very aware of herself and how she looked. “I’ll check your head first.”

She pushed some of his hair that had fallen on his forehead back and ran her fingers gently through his locks, feeling for anything unusual. She felt nothing. He closed his eyes for this part and took a deep breath. She felt the base of his skull and slowly pulled back. 

“Didn’t bang your head. That’s good,” she said to make some conversation. 

Dex nodded his head and opened his eyes. She brought out her mini light to look at his pupils. Dex blinked twice to get rid of the after flash. 

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“It’s okay,” Dex said. 

“You don’t look like you have any scratches. I don’t think the questionnaire is necessary this time.” The rest of the exam went quickly—as usual, Dex didn’t have any serious injuries if any at all. She did, however, notice that he winced as he stretched from the table. 

“I should probably check on that bruise on your ribs,” she said suddenly. Dex paused his movements and sat back down on the table. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Dex said. 

She lifted his shirt and averted her eyes away from his defined abs. His bruise was nearly faded completely, thankfully. 

“Looks good,” she said. “The bruise, I mean,” she added quickly. 

“How was your day?” Dex asked, standing up from the exam table and leaning back on it. “When I didn’t see you this morning, I was concerned if you’d get your coffee.”

She laughed at this and then suddenly realization settled. “You were here this morning too? Gosh, how long was your shift today?”

“I was in this morning,” Dex said. “Real early too. I—“ Dex struggled to explain himself, because how else could he dance around the truth? He only stayed and went on the mission just so he could stay late for her, and make sure she got home safe. “Hattley asked if I could join the new agents on their first mission.”

“That was nice of you,” she replied. “I’m sure she really appreciated it.” 

“It’s nothing,” Dex shook his head. 

“I’m glad you’re here this late,” she told him. “I was spooked by the idea of being here so late with no familiar faces.”

“Does the shuttle run this late?” Dex asked, already knowing the answer. 

“No,” she sighed, “but I brought mace and my claw keychain, so I should be good going home.”

“Oh,” Dex shook his head, “I mean,” he shrugged his shoulders, “let me walk you home?”

“Really?” She asked him. “But Dex, you’re so tired. You worked all day, longer than me. I wouldn’t want to delay you getting—“

“I want to,” Dex interrupted her gently. “Making sure you’re home safe is worth an extra hour of my day.”

Relief washed over her knowing she wouldn’t have to worry about walking home so late alone. She couldn’t help but smile at him, this sweet FBI agent offering to walk her home. He looked tired, but it made him look all the more sweet. He looked hopeful that she’d say yes.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I don’t have much to clean up. Maybe five more minutes.”

By the time she cleaned up her office, everyone was out of the building, leaving only Dex and her. Dex was waiting patiently on the chair outside her office. When she was done, she opened the door and Dex stood up from his seat. 

“Ready?” She asked. 

◎◎◎

Luckily, her apartment building wasn’t too far from the office. Dex made sure to stand closest to the road as they walked. For the first few minutes of walking, nothing was said. The sounds of their footsteps on the pavement and the few cars that drove by filled the air. Her gaze was focused on the ground, watching their steps in sync. 

Suddenly, she’s being pulled in close to Dex—he’s wrapped his arm around her frame and holding her tightly as they walk. She looks up at him in confusion but when she looks forward and sees a group of three men standing at the corner of an alleyway, she sinks deeper into his embrace and places her hand on his arm to hold herself steady. Dex’s sharp gaze is on the men, his jaw is clenched. When they’ve walked at least another block away, Dex lets go of her, to her disappointment.

“Good thing you walked me home,” she said softly. 

“You’re safe with me,” Dex replied. She’ll remember that sentence for a while. 

“Has being an agent kind of made you change the way you view the world?” She asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, is everything a threat to you now? Maybe those guys were just hanging. Maybe they had bad intentions. I’m naturally inclined to think ‘well, better safe than sorry.’ Is it different for you?”

It was a more complex question than Dex would like to admit. All his life, things were threatening to him, even if they weren’t. “I think it has changed how I view the world, yeah. I naturally look everywhere for a threat before I can ensure we’re safe.” 

“I guess they train you to think that way,” she sighed. “From what I’ve seen, I think a lot of agents are jaded now. Which is understandable,” she explained, maybe more to herself. “But I wouldn’t want this job to change you, Dex.”

“How?” He questioned, picking up on her slowed pace, indicating her apartment was approaching.

“Just… remember there’s good in the world. There’s good in you. Good in me,” she said. 

“I think all of you is good,” Dex said. “You’re a patient and kind person. I can’t think of one bad quality you have.”

She laughed at this. “I can get cranky.” 

It was his turn to laugh. “I’m sure even cranky you’re just as lovely to be around.” 

She smiled at him and when she looked forward, she was disappointed to see they’d reached her apartment. Still, sleep was just around the corner and she couldn’t wait to get in bed.

“Dex, thank you so much again for walking me home,” she stopped at the door to face him. He had a tired look on his face but he still offered a half smile as he looked down sheepishly. “I appreciate you.”

“No need to thank me,” Dex shook his head. “Goodnight, __.”

“Goodnight. Hey, wait—“ she cut him off before he could walk away. “Let me see your phone.”

Dex pulled out his phone and she took it from him, typing away at something. He looked at her in amusement. 

“You’ll text me when you get home so I know you made it back safe, too.” 

“I will,” Dex said, taking his phone back and seeing she put her phone number in. That wasn’t his intention at all, but he’s glad she did it. 

With one final goodnight, she went inside her apartment and Dex waited until she was in the lobby until he started to walk back to his apartment. He couldn’t put a finger on what exactly it was he felt—he only brought himself to walk her home, but he felt like he left something with her. And he’d only feel better the next time he saw her. 

[disasterbuck]

FanFic Ask Game

So I saw this post (linked above) and decided to answer all the questions instead of just reblogging and waiting for asks. Enjoy getting to know a bit more about me as a writer!

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

I love how fluffy it generally is and how my fics always have a happy ending 🥰

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

I don't think I'm embarrassed about my writing? Maybe sometimes I'll write a kiss that feels a bit cringe?

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

'the heist wip'. Inspired by the episode Ocean's 9-1-1, I wanted to explore what situation could make them ACTUALLY turn to crime. I had a vague idea of a woman's dog being kidnapped by her abusive ex, and Buck gets all obsessed over it and eventually asks the rest of the team to help him break the dog out or something. idk. I don't have a solid enough idea and I feel like it would end up being a long fic which I just can't commit to atm. (If anyone reading this is inspired by this idea, feel free to write it!! But please tag me if you do! I would love to read it!)

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

... I don't think so?

Yeah I've just had a skim through and can't find anything that I would never share if I managed to finish it.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Ooohhh, I love getting comments on ALL my fics but I guess if I had to choose I'd probably go with Friends Don't (8.5k) because it has a special place in my heart.

✏️ Do you write every day?

Not strictly, but most days yes.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

"Back to my point," Chimney said once Hen's laughter died down. "You two are codependent. I bet you couldn't even go a day without having to touch each other."

Buck's face flushed a darker shade of red.

"Yes we could," Eddie argued, suddenly stubborn and confrontational. "We could go a week."

"You wanna bet, Diaz?" Chimney asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

After a quick glance to communicate with Buck, Eddie nodded and said, "You're on. What are the terms?"

don't say his name wip

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I wrote 4 drabbles exactly 100 words each!! It took quite a bit of editing and revising but I'm really happy with how they turned out! You can read them here if you're interested: buddie month | four drabbles

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

fhdskjfhs I HOPE NOT 😅

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

I don't really have a preferred time of day?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

Yes. And no. lol

📊 Current number of WIPs

............................ 104 🙈

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

Depends ENTIRELY on the person. But generally yes. This does not equal letting them read my fics though lol.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Hm, good question. Maybe Athena?

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

Uhhh I don't know. I feel like I'm constantly learning about writing and just generally trying to improve in all areas.

📚 Do you read your own fic?

YES ALL THE TIME. I looooove reading over my fics. Makes me so happy!!

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Writing kisses. Or endings. Both. Every time Buddie are about to kiss I tend to abandon the fic for a while lmaoooo and then whenever I have to wrap it up it takes me 3-5 business days.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

Up for anything. All I've got for it so far is this:

Buck: No, I mean it. I'm up for anything. If you can come up with something I won't do you win. But I'm telling you right now I never back down from a dare.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

fhjskfh I hate research. My deepest dive is whatever happens in the show. I'll rewatch or maybe read wikis to make sure I get show details accurate but anything else? I'm making that shit up bestie 😅

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

🙈 sweet, emotional, aaaaaand heartwarming? idk

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

I don't have headcanons about my own work! Everything is canon! They're my works! My reality! YOU can have headcanons about my works lol.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Of my own or someone elses?

Of my own fics, I love you (4k) is my fave.

Someone else's, the first that comes to mind is The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) (43k) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels uggghhh it is chef's kiss!! Fake dating my beloved! 💕

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

Lazy Mornings (1k) for being so freaking adorable 🥰

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

I think it's fairly equal? But maybe a bit more time writing, because a lot of the reading I do is of physical books rather than fic.

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[sunny-lounge]

We got matching Christmas sweaters. (Ch. 1/2)

Relationship: Sami/Jey (SamiJey)

Rating: Teen — Jey has a lot of thoughts & a lot of feelings to go with it, feelings and emotions, inner dialogue, fluff, fluffy but serious, but also, fun and silly, ugly Christmas sweaters, Christmas, slight possessive feelings, established relationship, secret relationship, family

Summary: Jey and Sami have matching ugly Christmas sweaters, it's a secret. Until it's not. Ch. 1 - how Jey and Sami ended up with matching Christmas sweaters. Ch. 2 - how the others find out.

Word count: 2,207

Word count: 2,667

Ao3 link -Ch. 1 Ch. 2 here. / *Other Fics*

A/N: I said I'd write something lighter this time so here it is, and I wanted to try something different. But, I didn't have a lot of time to write this because I wanted to get it out this weekend. I also really struggled to get Jey's voice in this one to where I'd have liked it to be. But hey, even if one person out there enjoys it!! 🥰 PART 2 will be up before Christmas.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!✨❄️🎄🎁🎅🏻🎉☃️✨ I hope you enjoy this! 🌸🌺

[— I'm not a "writer" —SO...Comments/Feedback would genuinely be appreciated. Obviously I'd really like to know if you enjoyed it - and comments are so wonderful and so motivating as well! 🩷 hit the like if you genuinely like it 😊 I'd love to know if it was any good. Thank you again for reading! 🩷]

Tagging: @afterdarkprincess @fantasyismyonlyrealescape @imabillyami - (if at all anyone wants to be tagged in my silly little fics let me know!)

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It had been Jimmy's idea.

For everyone to turn up in ugly Christmas sweaters. Good for team spirit, he said, something about team cohesion and unity, and he's somehow convinced them all to go along with it, just like he always does. His older twin, the deceivingly smooth sweet-talker—when he wants to be.

Jey is not exactly unhappy but he's not exactly happy either. Not because he hates the idea, but because he can't actually wear the sweater he really wants to.

Sami and him had jokingly bought matching sweaters while out on a date; Jey had surprised Sami and himself by suggesting it, he'd blamed it on the holiday season, the sentimentality of it all, and the sappiness seeping deep into him because of it. Most of all, it was spending it with Sami.

Walking down the softly lit sidewalks together, pressing closely into each other's side, the cold crisp air chilling, unrelentingly hitting their exposed skin. And, Sami had put his arm securely around him, pulling him in closer by the shoulders making Jey feel warmer, safe and cared for.

Joint through their immediacy, his own arm sneaking around Sami's waist snuggling into him even more gripping him even closer, wanting to be as near as physically possible. Like this.

Check to check, body pressing against body sharing one space, faces pressing close sharing one breath, practically wrapped around each other, and their warmth soaking into one another; giggling and chatting away, about anything and everything, and everything and nothing.

Their smiles and laughs being thrown around with unrestraint unabashed generosity. Free— they were just happy; effervescent, and light.

And, nothing, there was nothing stopping them, nothing holding them back. High on the atmosphere, high on their emotions, high on each other.

A sense of warmth, a feeling of nearness, and a notion of romance, on a cold winter's night...

Golden fairy lights hanging radiantly twinkling all around them adding to the magical enchantment of it all. Walking, talking, taking in and enjoying the festivities around them. Enjoying each other's company, just innocent and carefree.

It's etched into Jey's memory, not by choice, but by pure impact, branded and inscribed burned into his memory, the whole night something precious, unforgettable for him. He knows he's being dramatic, but to him he's really not. Because, this really does mean that much to him, whether he wants it to or not.

Everything with Sami is brand new, everything is heightened, even the things he's familiar with, with Sami it's different, everything seems whole, and everything seems so complete. Like nothing is ever lacking not even a little bit, nothing is ever wanting not even in the slightest.

But, Jey still wants. He wants everything, he wants it all. Everything with this ginger angel of his. Even this one memory alone he could live on for eternity. The rush of feelings and emotions he is being hit with, that he craved. He's never felt so light or so free or so open himself, and certainly not with someone else. But, once again, Sami does the outrageous like always, making him aware of things he's not aware of, breaking down barriers and walls he was never willing to acknowledge, some he never even knew existed, one's he is now free of. Thanks to this red-headed angel before him, looking at him with such adoration and utter devotion in his eyes, shaking Jey to his very core, shivering this time not from the cold, but the heat that's rushing right through him.

Jey can't get enough of their closeness, the simpleness of it, this sharing that's deceptively intimate, a type of closeness he didn't know existed, nor yearned for, or needed or even wanted. His whole life he'd been missing it, but now he's got a taste of it, now knowing what it is, what it's like. He never wants to let it go. He doesn't think he can even if he wanted to.

He's feeling unfamiliarly soft and dreamy, there's something indescribable—surrounded by Sami's touch, his gaze, his voice, his laugh, his warmth, all simultaneously wrapping around him...like Jey's the gift being perfectly wrapped for Christmas, Jey never wants this feeling to go away.

The streets continued to dazzle with elaborate yet simple lights and perfectly crafted evergreen hollies hanging up at almost every window and every door, brightly lit up Christmas trees and glittering sparkling decorations, adorning every inch of the streets, Christmas colors splashed around, brilliantly scattered everywhere. Delighting all your senses. The saying 'It's like Christmas!!' never rang truer.

Along with his Sami, Christmas all around them, everywhere he looked, a rare pleasure they were able to experience and treasure, together, away from the hustle and bustle of work, and life. It was intoxicating. And, Jey hadn't wanted it to end.

Sami agreed, what'd he say?— "Even if I don't "celebrate" Christmas, I want to be here. I want to be here with you, because this is important to you. And, you are important to me."

Besides, according to Sami— "Being away like this, surrounded by the festivities, away from everyone else in our own special little world, for a captivating, whimsical, and beguiling night— It's a potent and exhilarating feeling, Jey. And, just us being together here, experiencing all of this, seeing and feeling it; together, without anything or anyone else. It's so pure, and it's just for us. I get to be here with you and love you, and I wouldn't have it or want it any other way."

Sami had told him, "I'd do it all over again, every year; year after year, again and again; just for you, Jey." - An unintended secret promise of, for always. "I'll do everything I can to make sure you're happy, everything I can for you to only have the best. And, I always will."

And, if Sami secretly overwhelmingly enjoyed this too...that was just an added bonus.

Jey melts at the thought. He doesn't call Sami out on the silent pledge of 'for always', but he's caught it and kept it in his heart and he's never letting it go. No one has ever treated him like this before. He's always been an afterthought, second at best, but never it, never first. But, he's always first with Sami.

Sometimes he wonders if he'd never met Sami— 'Could you crave for someone you've never met? Want them in ways you cannot grasp? Ache for them in ways you cannot understand? Could you miss someone you've never met?'

Jey doesn't want to let this go, let Sami go. Making memories with the man he loves, the man who loves him right back. This overwhelming sensation; enchanting and magical; walking side by side, cheek to cheek, shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm, hand in hand; heart to heart.

It had Jey feeling overly amorous, unduly spellbound; in love, wanting it to never end, wanting to keep sharing this, wanting to remember and capture that moment with Sami, not just then but later too. So the obvious answer was of course—matching Christmas sweaters—something tangible but secretive enough to remember this shared night together.

Sami's entirely too eager fulfilling Jey's suggestion; according to Sami, he's still getting used to the differences between Jey - his boyfriend, and Jey Uso - the hard-ass, bad-ass, no-nonsense Bloodline right-hand man—the prickly Samoan everyone's cautious of.

Jey thinks he should be offended by the description, but he's...he's kind of proud of the fact that Sami thinks he's a bad-ass. Considering, how entirely soft Sami has him now. He does however think, Sami's reasoning for his enthusiastic reaction is—ridiculous enough. But, he'll take it because that's just how Sami is, nothing put on, just altogether generously and genuinely him. And, quite frankly it's adorable. Soft— that's definitely all he is now, utterly soft for Sami.

They haven't told the rest of the family yet, the Bloodline, partly due to Jey's reluctancy, thinking about the level of ribbing he's going to receive from his family over finally bagging the guy he's been mooning over for so long. He isn't even sure for how long to be honest—when did it even start?

If he really thinks about it; maybe from the very first time he had laid his eyes on Sami Zayn. He'd had mixed feelings looking at him, mainly annoying and irritated ones, watching him try to weasel his way into the Bloodline, into his family. But, there was always something there.

The first time he'd eyed that annoying messy red mop on his head he called hair that Jey had wanted to rip out but also run his fingers through; those sparkly shining hazel eyes that sucked him right in even when he tried to look away; the big bright dopey crinkle-eyed grin he desperately didn't want to mirror but also desperately wanted to return right back; those annoyingly exaggerating hand gestures his eyes couldn't help but carefully track as much as he didn't want to; and that tonefully animated voice he wanted to hear more of even when he wished he didn't. It was all so much, and not enough. And so, maybe he was gone from the very first moment he laid eyes on Sami Zayn.

As time has passed, he's more sure now than ever that his family were well aware of it, long before he ever was. They've been there for it all, and witnessed it all.

All those intensely aggressive confrontations, lingering fierce touches and hostile looks, all masked under the pretense of his passionate hatred.

But, now Jey can admit that maybe it had always been about wanting Sami's attention, all of it, not on anyone else, but only on himself, not even his cousin or his brothers. Apparently, he's a possessive bastard like that. He'd wanted Sami only for himself, long before his mind started to realize what his heart had always known.

And, he'd finally realized that maybe all that passion burning inside him, was not hatred but something else entirely, a fire lit deep within right on the cusp of igniting into an inferno so fierce that it scared even him, so he'd pushed it down even further, pushed it down into the darkness, put it down like a wounded horse, calling it dislike. A better option than reality—the daunting alternative, he hadn't been ready to face.

Until, it was impossible to deny any longer. When he couldn't control it anymore. So he stepped out and took his chance before he could snap and self-destruct. Turns out Sami was his saving grace, his missing piece, his calm in the storm.

Even though they had talked about it extensively, Jey is still worried that when people find out about them, they will get Sami to realize that he can and should be with 'someone better’. He can't help thinking that everyone is going to try and talk Sami out of this 'terrible' choice he has made.

Sami has heard all this before and he'd retorted with— "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. If anything, it will be people asking you if you've lost your mind, picking me of all people."

Sami had brushed him off, reminding him that everyone respected Jey, that Jey was the catch, that Jey was the inexplicably beautiful one, on the inside and out, and that people either wanted him or wanted to be him —"I'm the lucky one, Jey," Sami had said— that they were going to tease Jey about his choice, not Sami.

And so, Jey chooses the sweater that does not match Sami's that morning, as he gets himself dressed, because a part of him still finds it hard to believe what Sami keeps saying to him, trying to convince him of. Yes, he believes Sami, because this is Sami, and Sami would never lie to him, especially about something like this, especially when it comes to Jey. Sami knows how vulnerable Jey actually is, how sensitive he truly is, he's the only one that knows. He's the only one that sees all of him, and knows all of him. So, Sami wouldn't do that to him.

But, Jey still doubts himself. Still thinks he's not good enough for Sami. No matter what Sami says, Jey knows, Sami is the catch. Even if Sami does not believe it.

Guess they both have doubts about themselves, guess they both only have boundless admiration for the other, and only full and utter devotion.

So, Jey stands there, looking at himself in the mirror, wearing the sweater that does not match Sami.

He's tugging at the front, a small frown marring his face, then at the sleeves, and then at the hem pulling at it with an unsatisfied grunt, nose scrunching up in distaste, he lets go and is rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension.

He isn't feeling it. Not even a little bit.

So, he's dragging the sweater over his head and tossed it on the floor by his bed. He's walking towards his cupboard, and finding his matching sweater to Sami's pulling it over his head and down his torso, running his hands down the front and pulling at the hem, adjusting it to fit just right. He looks in the mirror once again, and gives himself a nod.

This is satisfying.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 2 (will have dialogue) up soon! 🩷

[via-the-ghoul]

Interesting facts about the free comic book day MH book

It starts out with a letter from Bloodgood banning all normie interactions

We then cut to Frankie and their dad, who’s trying to perfect the reanimation process, which hasn’t been done before

Frankie’s dad hasn’t left his office in a while and Frankie is worried

Frankie’s also worried that they aren’t “perfect” and Dad specifies that they’re different from the reanimation thing, and calls them “An amalgamation of the world’s greatest minds and kindest souls” which is cute

Also Frankie’s dad is in shadow the whole time it’s very concerning

Frankie then leaves due to getting a call from Cleo, who seems mad about something Clawdeen did, but we don’t know what.

Then Clawdeen calls Frankie and it seems that Clawdeen doesn’t know what Cleo’s upset about, and that Frankie isn’t actually all that sure themselves. Also, neither of them have heard from Draculaura and last year was hard on her, though we don’t entirely know what happened.

Also the Bloodgood letter I mentioned earlier specifies that the rules were put in place due to an unspecified turn of events last year, which is possibly the same event that Draculaura was involved in

Back in the lab, Frankie’s dad suddenly has an idea as to the missing piece to the reanimation thing

However, his notes have vanished, and where stolen by a mysterious cloaked figure whose also in the lab.

Frankie’s dad begs for the notes back, saying he’d do anything. The hooded figure wants him to work with them on something

Back with Frankie, they’re still talking to Clawdeen (and also looking at a photo of the two of them + Draculaura and Cleo) and saying that they think the Cleo and Clawdeen incident was a big misunderstanding.

Then the To Be Continued hits, this is basically just a teaser

We then get some cute profiles of the four ghouls in this online profile style for the MonsterNet!

It mentions everyone’s zodiac signs so in case anyone’s curious: Frankie’s a cancer, Drac’s an aquarius, Clawdeen’s a taurus, and Cleo’s a virgo.

They also have usernames, Frankie’s “FrightfullyFr4nkie” Drac’s “Bl33dingHeart16” Clawdeen’s “ClawdeensClawset” and Cleo’s “QueenCleo”

Frankie apparently likes sharing brain facts

While Toralei seems to have finished her redemption arc Meowlody and Purrsephone don’t seem very nice, specifically to Frankie

Drac’s apparently a student bloody council member and part of the monster ball planning committee, like in Gen3, so that’s cool.

Drac’s online diary entry (oh yeah they have online diary stuff up) gives some more information on The Incident. She didn’t have much free time, and couldn’t process her feelings on something. That something seems to be the thing that got human interaction banned, at least to me.

Drac also had to sit through a bunch of boring meetings, had to answer a lot of questions, and was forced to drink blood (what these meetings are for is unknown) and she’s doing it to make her dad proud

The phrase “I smile through it all though” really makes me think we have a “Drac is unhealthily repressing her emotions and is really sad under her skin” arc on our hands, which I would argue didn’t come out of nowhere? She did seem to have some serious self esteem issues in Frights Camera Action

Clawdeen does OOTDs and restyle tutorials on her blog and also has a link to her fashion catalog.

She’s been having a creativity boom, but her parents have been kinda distant lately.

So is Toralei who’s Clawdeen explicitly calls her girlfriend.

In all fairness Clawdeen says she only feels like her parents and Toralei have been distant and isn’t actually sure. She’s apparently throwing herself into her work

Clawdeen briefly considers calling Toralei to see if everything’s ok but decides against it, saying she thinks everything’s good

I haven’t mentioned it until now since it’s mostly information we already know but the profiles list the ghouls’ ages and Cleo’s age is finally fully specified, being 5,842 years old

She’s been reading a lot of romance scrolls, like, a lot of romance scrolls.

Her bio has what I think is an in-universe song lyric due to music note emojis surrounding it “the underworld’s princess, wrapped in the finest linen”

It also @ Casta Fierce, whose username is just CastaFierce. (Maybe it’s a Casta song?)

Nefera’s apparently been talking about her having a bunch of international suitors including a guy from another dimension

Cleo seems to be, and don’t yell at me for this next part cause it’s gonna make a lot of people upset, but she seems to be falling out of love with Deuce.

Like, she seems to still like him, he’s on her friends list, she just doesn’t feel like he’s being poetic enough.

There’s schedules for MH comics coming from 2024-2025. The Pride comics might actually come in May if this calendar is correct

Jacque Aye (the author who has an interview section at the end) describes the story as following the ghouls navigating major changes in their lives as students go missing. Sounds fun honestly

Also she mentions that while prior knowledge of the series is recommended, it’s not required.

That’s basically it gang! Have fun speculating!