#my playlists are the chef kiss emoji

[siremasterlawrence]

Chef’s Kiss

Is it evil to agree to have dinner with my hot next door neighborhood daddy and his kids with an agenda of my own? Maybe my dear!However I am literally at the front door of his home taking a breath and then knocking on it hard. A few minutes pass as I hear feet shuffle to rush over and open it a firm and assured handshake is offered as I cross the threshold into his home and I know it is far too late to back out now.

“Hello! I made it”

“Great to see you! Lawrence”

“May I ask?

“Take a lead off and sit “

“I’ll get you some wine”

“Thank you! Perfect for me”

“What did you say?”

“I made these for you “

“Really! Oh sweet!”

“I’ll have some later “

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t want to ruin my dinner “

“You won’t”

“I promise”

“Why are you ….”

“Yes!”

“You are right! I’ll have one”

“Correct! Sit down at your dinner table”

“Ok! Can’t wait “

“Actually on the couch”

“Eat as much as you want “

“I shouldn’t but heck”

“These smell so lovely “

“You are a confectionery genius”

“Having a moment here”

“Sorry! You should open a bakery”

“One day! God willing but for now eat it up”

I watch him dig into one cup cake like a tiny delicate treat tasting it like it is the most all inspiring and chef approved marvel of a cup cake on a level never seen before as his eyes are all a glow taking them in one by one of course. I left him to his station on the couch lost in a sea of sweats and love entering the kitchen I begin to look for a wine glass, uncork the champagne taking a sip as he munches on completely ignoring everything around him.

“Are you alone tonight or will we have company?”

“Just us bud”

“Perfect! Why don’t you finish the last one “

“With pleasure”

“I feel weird”

“How so?..”

“Light! Dumb! Drunk!”

“Can you tell me who you are?”

“Chris Lyle! Right? I think”

“You got it! Do you know where you are?”

“FUCK No! Who cares?”

“Do me a favor?”

“Why are you wearing a suit?”

“Dude! Hell no!”

“You are a bro man”

“I am about to go change “

“Yeah! Do that”

“Mwahahahahaha! As planned”

I knew it would take him at least a hour to change because he no longer can focus on anything in particular except for all of me it’s my secret ingredient simply put and you will love it really it’s my bodily fluids mixed in with my scent. While he trudges away his cellphone begins to ring alerting me to a text I receive, I reply back to not come home tonight because I need some time for myselfback and I get a smile a emoji form all of his kids like it’s the latest fad all do sudden any way I am getting side tracked.

The plane is halfway completed as I grab my got to bag placing it on the table slide the zipper down the side pocket to retrieve my phone, I swiftly connect to my cell to his speakers shifting through my playlist in my music app and I land on hypnotic tunes as I press play and raise the volume. It is a list specifically attune to my chemical make up so only someone who is connected to me will be affected, upstairs the minute the first track hit his ears the lights went out in his eyes and he began to undress and I take over the kitchen rummaging through his fridge I begin to prepare meal mixing spice made with my bodily fluids.

“Mmmmm! What is that delightful aroma?”

“It’s my spices I created”

“They are heavenly”

“May I help!”

“Sure Chris! Dance across the floor “

“I’ll slide”

“Someone is in a good mood”

“Never felt more alive “

“You are a great cook”

“Ok bro! Taste this for me”

“Oh Lord!”

“What? No good!”

“You have to sell this “

“Seriously! I think this is made with love “

“Blood sweat and tears”

“Literally!”

“Why do I feel attracted to you ?”

“You are straight right?.”

“I thought so”

“Kiss me”

“Mmmm! Oh fuck that! I love you Master!”

The end

[erathene]

for the ask game! 🌵🛼🥤annnd 🌸

Woow 4 questions! Thank you @inkedmoth (I hope this post doesn't turn into a Ted talk hahaha)

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

I currently don't have a specific playlist to share, as I'm constantly listening to my Liked Songs list on Spotify, which the moment has a lot of rock/metal songs with the odd electronic/pop banger thrown in. A few songs I've been addicted to recently are Bones by Softspoken, Flawed Design by ALESTI & Wind Walkers, Beautiful Things by Our Last Night and Still Breathing by Nerv.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

Okay I have 2 main WIPs at the moment, one is an old fic being remastered and the second is a brand new fic. I'm pretty excited about both of them so I'll add emojis for both!

Remastered fic: 🗻🏊💔😓😘

New fic: 📜🥷🥊🐎🏰

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

AHHH I was hoping this question would come up! I've actually been thinking about doing a monthly recommendations post with links to fics I've recently read. Here's some that I read in the last ~6 weeks or so:

Avert Your Eyes from Your Demise, Though Lovely It May Be by @starks-hero - I just loved the originality of the Irish mythology that gets introduced in this fic. The length of it as a one-shot and the details are just.. *chef's kiss*

The Woman and The Horse by @quillofspirit - Came for Aragorn, stayed for Réod. That is all. You'll need to read it if you want to understand what I mean ha 😂

Watching, Wanting by @minaturefics - This was a delight to read, so well-written and it just gave me the feels! A must for any Boromir fan 😍

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

I don't have any pets. Husband and I have an 18 month old son and we live in a house which we have been renovating for the past 3.5 years. I think adding a pet to the mix would be a step too far at this time!

[bromcommie]

MAXX! :))) hope you are well.

for the emoji fanfic ask game ;)

👀🎶🎢❌🤲✅

Sorry for so many haha, you don't need to answer them all, but I'm very curious!

Hiii thank you for the abundant ask<3

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

This might not be a particularly interesting answer but the only thing that I’ve really been trying to work on has been the structure and pacing of the next few chapters of orpheus, since I have them all mostly written but can’t get to a place where I’m really happy with them. I might be overthinking it. Unfortunately I also just haven’t had the time + energy to sit myself down and really figure it out. :( Ergo all the snippets, which is the only way I can get something out at least.

In slightly better news: I kind of have the next two installments in the I clawed my way into the light series finished?? Sam and Steve and their collective and individual issues are finally getting their moment in the strange, poetry-question-mark spotlight!

However I’ve got some intense life stuff coming up so it might be a month or so until I post any of the aforementioned in full 😭

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I usually do, and I have unhealthily elaborate playlists for all the characters + some fic-specific ones, but recently I’ve found listening to anything with distinct words in it messes with my concentration. But in terms of what’s being playing on loop: Dorma and to a lesser extent Marionette by Keaton Henson (all of his instrumentals are *chefs kiss* but in general I’ve just been having a Keaton renaissance when it comes to stevebucky. Welcome back 2016 I guess)

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

I’m a “never say never” kind of person, but… Hydra Trash Party. Which, I know, is ironic considering one of the very few fics I have up right now features Steve/Rumlow, but that one while still meant to be kinda fucked up is very much purposefully neither here nor there (and non-explicit). I just personally don’t enjoy reading HTP and it’d probably mess me up way more than I’d like to try and write. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Answered this guy here!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

This is…not even a snippet, tbh, but also I don’t know when I’ll actually have the time to rework/finish this, so. Just for you, a very long Natasha-focused (plus) wip half-scene under the cut:

“Most other animals only smile when they mean to attack. Did you know that? You should never hold your hand out to a dog whose gums you can see,” Ivan’d said, dabbing at the bloody bite on her chin with a towel that smelled like a distillery, impish twist to his thick mustache. “Or a man who smiles too much, for that matter.”

Natasha only saw the dog once after that. A month later Ivan hadn’t come back to the house for a week and she went out looking the next day, winding her way out of the dead-end street and all the way up Nevsky Prospekt, looping past the crowds gathering water out of shelling holes and the hospital that was now blackened by fresh, smoldering ruins. She walked until the light on the horizon had grown tired and purple, until her legs had almost given out and she had to sit down on the icy pavement. The body of a frail old man lay face down on the ground by the side of the road across from her, his cap thrown back a few meters away and the bald top of his head unnaturally caved in, matching the bruised coloring of the sunset.

It took her a long moment to notice the dog, its bent form and the crumpled body forming a singular silhouette.

The memory is transmuted, stretched thin and faded in places – from time, for a change, she thinks, instead of just manipulation. But she still remembers her hand closed around a solid weight in her pocket, a comfort against the deafening pounding of her heart. She remembers the dog with its lifted head, its snout soaked red and sickly gums anything but bloodless for the first time. Remembers that split second of hurling the brick at it with all the might her thin body could manage.

It wasn’t a thought-out act or even self-preservation, really. The dog had been far away and otherwise preoccupied. It wouldn’t have bothered her. The reasoning was bone-deep and nauseating: she hadn’t eaten in two days, the only person who had cared for her was gone, and the sight of the blood had made her stomach growl. That brick was her only defense against a world tilted entirely off its axis.

It was a while before she fully understood what Ivan had meant by that joking addendum to an otherwise plain instruction, too cryptic for her mind to decipher at that age. It took one too many broken bones and one too many greedy hands on her body and one too many lifetimes lived unwillingly for it to fully translate.

Now, looking at Rumlow grinning that familiar killer smile and thinking he’s hit gold, it’s crystal fucking clear.

It isn’t new, really. She’s met many men like him, often enough that the novelty of exposing them has worn off: ordinary men, utterly predictable in their enjoyment of violence and small in the way of not being able to shape their fear into something more useful. Men who thought their want for power made them anything other than a soft target. Men who thought that, when the time came, they'd be above begging for their life.

It gets boring, after a while, how quickly they all learn. She should know. It’s what gave her her name, back before she decided to hang up that particular title, trade it in for an upgraded version, a cleaner image. Black Widow, Avenger! has a far better ring to it than Black Widow, assassin.

Just because you stop calling a thing something doesn’t mean it stops being it, of course. It might forget, for a while, become domesticated; but the nature is still there.

The children of the Red Room all understood that from the time they could walk. The Soldier understood that, or at least well enough that they had to keep burning it out of him.

“Shit. Is that what this is, then? Really?" Rumlow is saying, still derisive through cracked teeth, still playing a game he thinks he knows the rules to. "You got yourself a spot on the five o’clock news under Captain fucking America and suddenly you think that makes you the guy with the bigger stick? That that changes fuck all for you?”

“Oh, no. Believe you me, I tried being that guy. It didn’t end well for me. Or anyone else, really.” She inches the chair forward, the scrape of the metal loud in the empty apartment, and makes her voice drop to a conspiratorial tone. “But you wanna know what I realized? There are always going to be little men with big sticks, and most of us will never get to be them. And it turns out it doesn’t matter all that much in the end.”

“Big or little, every stick has its breaking point. Every weapon has its expiration date. You live through a regime or two, and you start to catch onto that real quick.” She cocks her head at him with a pensive expression, fingers running absent over that same old thin line under her chin by habit.

In retrospect, the dog she came to understand much quicker than the advice. Natasha had been hungry and afraid most of her life, too.

It’s not the only scar she has by far, but it carries the most straightforward memory. For years it served as a reminder, as banal as it was, of what trust was worth; of what you could do when you got your grubby little hands on it.

“I suppose they wouldn't teach you this since the shelf life of your usefulness was never meant to be all that long, but let me tell you a secret, Brock,” she continues, flipping the knife back the right way around and leaning in. Sunny side up, Yelena used to call it, wry. Drive it in far back enough, right past the optic nerve, and everything spills right out. She doesn’t miss the way Rumlow’s eyes track the motion, the whites showing just enough; the first crack in the facade. "You don't beat the guy with a big stick by getting a bigger one. You do it by making him think he's got you under his boot, you understand? That he’s got you all figured out. You beat him by making your spine less breakable than the stick.”

Here’s the other thing about trust: if you keep yourself in the business of lying to earn it, that’s all people start to expect from you. Your loyalty is immediately suspect. So is your anger. You keep yourself leashed for long enough, everything becomes a dishonest front, even to yourself.

Like anything else in life, it becomes a habit. A very useful, easy one, at that. Or at least until one day you wake up and you realize that the parts of you you were working to protect are dying out; withering. They’re forgetting their own name.

The attempt at a headbutt is predictable at best. She backhands him for it, follows up with the handle of the knife on the second strike for good measure.

“Now that wasn’t very smart, was it?” She says, admonishing. “And to think we were getting somewhere.”

“Was that sermon meant to get me to talk?” Rumlow manages after a heaving moment. There’s a long gash down his cheek that’s deepened, bleeding steadily onto his front. It paints less than a pretty picture with the swelling that’s already pinkening up, bringing the angry criss-cross of scarring over the rest of his pale face into sharp relief, but it feels strangely at home. Not that artistic vision’s ever been her strong suit. “Because if you think getting smacked around some really counts for anything other than good foreplay, you’ve really lost your touch.” He looks back up to grin at her, a useless show of fearlessness. “Hell, ask Rogers. I’m sure that’ll be an interesting conversation.”

But fuck, it’s hard work, breaking a habit. Even harder work: honesty. Graceless and inarticulate and inefficient, like the feeling boiling back up in her now as she looks at Rumlow, the bloody flash of his canines in the dark, and thinks of that paralyzing feeling on the wrong side of an OR window, the shameful horror of letting the world be spun on its axis and pulled from under her again. Thinks of Rogers with his broad shoulders curling in and in and in, the whole of him turned inside out in a deserted parking lot. Trust given and earned.

The next blow has Rumlow spitting teeth.

"Nah. Just thinking out loud." The knife stops half an inch under his eye, makes a home in the oasis of bruised yet unmarred skin.

Rumlow doesn’t flinch. For all of his talk, he still knows better. But she can see how his whole body freezes up, an uninterrupted taut line; the exact moment it registers for him, just how much of the picture he’s missing.

Volchonok, Ivan had called her for a while, in those early days. It’d never stuck like Black Widow did, never had the same marketing potential, but it’d never really stopped applying, either. Hungry and afraid and alone and willing to kill for the things that made her less so.

The name might’ve changed, the circumstances. The nature didn’t.

Natasha smiles; too many teeth, bloodless. "How much can your spine handle, do you think?"

It’s all too easy, in the end, to let the leash go.

(I’m sorry??)

[anniesardors]

Hi, Annie! Hope you're doing okay after last night episode 😢 I just wanted to tell you that recently I've been literally ✨obsessed✨ with the OMS playlist, the "Hailey" part is really chef's kiss, I can't wait to listen to all the other songs Jay is gonna write about her ❤️ And on that note, maybe you could share some emojis about the next chapter? 😇 Thank you so much for continuing to write about them, it's one of the things that keeps me going (even if I stopped watching PD at the end of last season, I still enjoy reading ff about them) 🥰

Hey anon. I'm managing - still super sad but I'm trying. Hope you're doing well too. Thank you so much for your message about oms. It is definitely appreciated right now - the motivation to right is pretty scares with all the sadness in the fandom so this really does help. I love that you love the playlist - I've gone through soooooo many songs to find the right ones, so it warms my heart that you enjoy the songs too. Thank you for reading the fic. oms has brought me so much joy this season, and I'm really excited for you to see the rest of the fic. For now, here are those emojis. See you Sunday!

[the-invisible-queer]

Unhinged About the Jonas Brothers

From the compilation album thing I did. So I will include every song that is relevant.

Everything I excluded from the blog post. Not all horny. Mostly just impulsive thoughts no one else cares about.

Cut so it doesn't kill your dash.

"Inseperable" by Jonas Brothers from Jonas Brothers, 2007

I still have a delusional belief that if Joe ever got to know me, he would fall in love with me. But I doubt he'd ever get to know me. So we'll never know.

"Sorry" by Jonas Brothers from A Little Bit Longer, 2008

GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT, NICHOLAS! Man has always been talented as fuck as soon as he was able to sing and he never ceases to amaze me.

"Burnin' Up" by Jonas Brothers from A Little Bit Longer, 2008

These nerds from New Jersey put their whole pussies into this fucking song. Let's not forget that Joe is my sexual awakening with that whine in his voice in the opening verse - plus the white pants in the music video. 😩

"Pushin' Me Away" by Jonas Brothers from A Little Bit Longer, 2008

This song can also be linked to my sexual awakening probably. Joe Jonas' vocals have done a lot for me. Sexually.

"Love is On It's Way" by Jonas Brothers from Music from the 3D Concert Experience, 2008

It is the song equivalent of the 🥰 emoji.

"I'm Gonna Getcha Good" by Jonas Brothers from Music from the 3D Concert Experience, 2008

JOE'S VOCALS ARE SO FUCKING GOOD FOR NO REASON! Like fuck it UP, Joseph. We stan.

"Live to Party" by Jonas Brothers, 2009

RELEASE "LOVESICK" AND "SCANDANAVIA" YOU COWARDS!

"Play My Music" by Connect 3 from Camp Rock, 2008

I have issues with the retcon of making Jason and Nate brothers to Shane in Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam. Because they were not brothers in the first movie. Nate says "your Uncle Brown" to Shane. Also Jason says, "Camp Rock is where Connect 3 connected". I will never get over that, but I do love and support the Gray brothers regardless.

"Make It Right" by Jonas Brothers from Jonas L.A. (Music from the TV Series), 2010

It's the kind of song that could inspire a one-shot if Joe had any good characters for me to write about that aren't forever teenagers. It is on the Joe fic playlist, though.

"Heart and Soul" by Connect 3 from Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam, 2010

Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam gave us the ICON that is single dad, Jason Gray. Gave us lovesick Nate who blessed us with "Introducing Me". Sequel Shane is SUPERIOR to Camp Rock Shane. And that is the hill I will die on.

"Only Human" by Jonas Brothers from Happiness Begins, 2019

I am obsessed with them. Would risk it all for these losers (affectionate) from Jersey. Joe and Nick's vocals are *chef's kiss*

"Happy When I'm Sad" by Jonas Brothers from Happiness Begins, 2019

Trying not to just scream about Joe's vocals, but they're great.

"What a Man Gotta Do" by Jonas Brothers, 2020

I would like to dedicate this song to Joe. Like what a man gotta do to be totally locked up by you? I am genuinely asking. Please tell me and I'll do it, Joseph. Do you think if I sent Joe a Valentine's Day card with the lyrics from this song, he'd respond? Maybe that'll be how I shoot my shot with him.

"Mercy" by Jonas Brothers from Space Jam: A New Legacy (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), 2021

Nick has a tattoo on his arm that says "Mercy" but he got it years before this song. But it's a fun little correlation.

"Selfish" by Nick Jonas, Jonas Brothers from Spaceman (Deluxe), 2021

Nick put his whole pussy into this album. And this song is so fucking good and it deserves all my love and affection. Which it has.

"Do It Like That (Pop R&B Remix)" by TOMORROW X TOGETHER, Jonas Brothers, 2023

It is the only song from a K-pop boyband that I will allow. There's so much regarding me and K-pop boybands. I am the perfect demographic for them so if I allow myself to fall into that hole, I will NEVER resurface so I just avoid ALL K-pop boybands at all costs. BUT I'LL BE HONEST, I was TEMPTED to listen to TOMORROW X TOGETHER because of this fucking song. ALSO the way Joe looks in the music video. The man makes me UNWELL!

"Miracle" by Jonas Brothers from The Album, 2023

JOE'S VOCALS! JOE'S VOCALS! JOE'S VOCALS! JOE'S VOCALS! JOE'S VOCALS! That's it. That's why it's on the list. Also Nick's vocals. But Nick's vocals sit backseat to Joe's here. LIKE THE MAN DELIVERED!

"Strong Enough (feat. Bailey Zimmerman)" by Jonas Brothers, 2023

JOE'S VOCALS! JOE'S VOCALS! JOE'S VOCALS! The man makes me [REDACTED] with his voice. JOSEPH PUT HIS WHOLE PUSSY INTO THOSE VOCALS! 😩

[virgoviolets]

lmao tfw you bring a lemon to a knife fight

[deadwright]

hey!! sorry to bother but I was wondering if you have read any steddie fics at all or that you enjoyed..... I am very afraid of going into the tag without guidance and wanted to ask if you have any recs (I follow very little people in the fandom) !! :o) thank u anyways hope u have a good day

hello bestie! you're so right tbh i'm fighting for my life in this tag, but here are all the steddie fics that i really like so far (under the cut):

You Children Of Today (Are Children of the Grave) by CaptainHoney (E)

Fall Forever (and Never Look Behind) by CaptainHoney (E)

aka @grandmastattoo: chief steddie understander and purveyor of incredible fics and playlists. this series is my top favourite ever!!!!!

Promethean by CaptainHoney (E)

the tags say dead dove do not eat but boy did i FEAST

Whole Lotta Love by stereobone (E)

one of my favourite writers, all their fics are fantastic. speaking of:

Keep It for Me by stereobone (E)

i'm going to blame the full sobbing wailing breakdown i had over this on the fact that my wedding is also coming up, but who's going to believe me? certainly not me.

Some Things Cosmic by stereobone (E)

this got me in my feelings so bad oh my GOD i would do anything to make this real

Play It Right by stereobone (E)

every little character detail of this is just. i could chefs kiss until my fingers bleed about it all.

You're the Driver, You're the Road by stereobone (E)

Are You Flagging? by soidade (E)

one of the most popular steddie fics on ao3, if not thee most

stereoscope by seraphy (E)

just finished this one and woof! heavy on the delicious steve angst. i love when stranger things fics dive into the endless trauma so this one got me good.

make a deal with god by mcalpines (T)

SO very funny, one of my favourites ever!

Easy, Easy, Easy by judasofsuburbia (E)

what can i say, i adore a deeply comforting happily-ever-after future fic.

misgiven by palmviolet (T)

another good stranger things writer, their current wip has me hooked (more on that later)

Mutual Future by knell (E)

another funny one! i love when men are stupid <3

The Worst Mixtape Ever Made by nbfutureboy (M)

songfics can be so hit or miss, and this is an absolute hit. embarrassing for me that i genuinely love all the songs on the titular mixtape though.

Lovesick in Loch Nora by red0aktree (M)

this is beyond my wildest dreams. i laughed, i sobbed, i screamed myself hoarse with sheer feeling. GOD. IT'S SO GOOD PLEASE I'M A WRECK

A Sign of The Morning by ToEdenandBackAgain (M)

full of delicious steve whump and obliviousness in spades. also the reference letter part made me WAIL with joy

the summer of '85 series by ToEdenandBackAgain (T)

horniest T rated fic i ever did read but steve in that little sailor outfit was truly life-changing. also feeling vindicated as a mint chip appreciator

don't start (too late) by Ark (E)

AIYAAAAAA THEY'RE SO SWEET AND IN LOVE. also absolutely cemented my belief that steve harrington was born to suck and fuck

meet me in the middle of the air by kirkaut (T)

it's a wip with one chapter up as i'm posting this but holy shit i love it so far. everyone sounds like they're supposed to and i canNOT resist steve whump, it's like ambrosia to me

to live my own way by Macellarius (E)

this is exactly how the the rest of the show should've gone. duffers LET HIM GRADUATE GODDAMMIT

STRIKE TEN. by oaseas (T)

me handshake emoji eddie since our shared toxic trait is letting steve get away with anything just because he looks so cute in his little sailor outfit

smoking guns (hot to the touch) by fivecenturiesverse (T)

did not expect to start weeping about the power of friendship at 2pm on a workday but damn this really got my ass. love in all its forms is so good ;-;

Some Cupids Kill With Dice by horrormoviebarbie (T)

this fic makes me want to put on a slutty little outfit and run through the streets screaming about it like a town crier. young dilf steve/teacher eddie MOST concept of all time. all this to say that it made me feral and though it's a wip i'm already rereading it weekly

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you by greatunironic (E)

i need you all to known that i actually screamed and cried so hard that i yartzed while reading this. a stunning rollercoaster of emotions, and the perfect end that i will carry with me further than canon could ever hope to go.

We are Stardust, We are Golden by idiopathicsmile (M)

between steve's insistence that simon and garfunkel are in love and him casually knowing the lyrics to a black sabbath song, this fic really is the Try Not To Fall In Love With Steve Challenge (EXTREME MODE)

I Made A Fire by emchant3d (E)

YOWWW 🔥🥵

fear is fading fast by amiparanoidmuch/p1013 (E)

funny, hot, absolutely STELLAR fic that make me yell and squawk into my pillow every few lines. WHERE is robin's milkshake for outstanding wingmanning

Lunge to the Maximum by BoudicaMuse (E)

a truly EXCELLENT pwp feat. the scoops ahoy uniform? hey now hey nooow this is what DREEEEAMS are made of

The Road Goes Ever On by bookscorpion (E)

road trip! wip but it's already lovely, with that slow, nostalgic americana vibe.

The Shire is NOT on Fire by kissesforcas (E)

not since supernatural 8x11 larp and the real girl have i cared this much about a renfaire. steve and robin giving huge dean and charlie energy (deeply affectionate)

Have I Found You, Flightless Bird? by kissmejusttokissme (M)

TWILIGHT AU!!!! BUT BETTER!!!!! AN ABSOLUTE TREAT

Red Eye by alinafewwords (T)

obligatory coffee shop au but make it genuinely good!!! wip as i type this but i'm already so unbelievably excited for the updates

Do You Mind? (will you mind?) by GreenQueenofClubs (E)

absolute concept of all time. this fic was so good it scrambled MY brain and it took me an embarrassingly long time to even type this coherently

Sanctuary by SpicedSage (E)

very very cute, absolutely nailed the eddie voice

throw me one by Adure (E)

men are so stupid uwu

Paper Thin by idiotslantern (E)

oh i YELLED out loud when-

like a heartbeat drives you mad by creature_from_the (E)

deeply hot and so good i wish i could read 100k more of it

We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by OonionChiver (E)

sweet baby jesus and the grown one too...........it's a LOT but woof what a journey. heed the tags on this one fr

STEVE'S FIRST BRUISE by cairparavels (not rated)

spidey!steve is maybe the best thing to happen to me this year

I've seen your face before, my friend, but I don't know if you know who I am by HMSLusitania (M)

time travel fics in general are always baller and i ADORE the concept of this, i would love to see more of this universe

Not So Bad by outofmygourd (M)

It struck me deep (it brought me to my knees) by Gorgeousgreymatter (E)

don't go wastin your emotions by kissesforcas (M)

Orta Recens Quam Pura Nites (Newly Risen, How Brightly You Shine) by AidaRonan (M)

all i need from you (is all your love) by wearing_tearing (M)

Meet Him On The Main Line by nbfutureboy (T)

ink you up by Adure (E)

nightswimming by heartofwinterfell (T)

hold me now, i need relief by ToEdenandBackAgain (M)

there's a clock in my head (is it wrong? is it right?) by cloverspies (T)

Eddie Munson's Vampire Mixtape by Springandastorm (T)

just so long it don't mess up his hair by lagardère (laurore) & MissAntlers (T)

Dying of love but it's okay by prufrocks (E)

You Can Cook? by Zigster (E)

we're just kids in the dark by FagurFiskur (T)

Skull Rock Era by chattrekisses (E)

the space between by amiparanoidmuch/p1013 (E)

steve harrington's six step guide to getting the guy by oaseas (T)

AND NOW. A collection of fics covering my favourite concept of all time: TIME LOOPS!

the lathe by palmviolet (M)

wip for now but updates pretty quickly. steve pov time loop done SO well i dream about it at night

I can't save us, my Atlantis by kissmejusttokissme (T)

i believe this is the first steddie time loop fic i read, so this one is very dear to me. please check out the next in the series as well, the aftermath is brutal and so so interesting.

pulling your strings by Thorinoakentwig (T)

looooove this one also, another steve pov

and it all comes down to you by heartofwinterfell (M)

finally, an eddie pov! and it's so good too i'm a huge fan

you are going to die in your best friend's arms (but he won't let you leave like that) by oaseas (T)

dustin pov, which is absolutely genius because he's the only one who could've handled it this well. also the family bonding in this is SO sweet, and i love seeing steddie from an outside perspective.

[ladyvesuvia]

MINI-CELEBRATION FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[NAVIGATION]

STATUS: CLOSED. Thank you to everyone who participated! All interactions are under the tag #vesuvia’s 500 followers beach party. I love you all!!!

writing this at 495 followers because i’m hyped af <3

ANYWAY, i’ll take you guys following me as a sign that you all think i’m cool 👀 so thank you!!! i’m at half a thousand omfg i love u all thank you for reading my stories and being fun people to be around with. i enjoy interacting with each and everyone of u and it makes my heart swell (in love, not cholesterol buildup) :’))

July 2, 2021 05:50 to July 9, 2021 11:59

A C T I V I T I E S

🍉 munch a bunch » ask me anything.

☀️ under the heat » send me something to cast my mutuals as. (you may take inspo from my fandom list here.)

🏐 over the net » i’ll tell you a random story from my life. (bonus points if you tell one of yours.)

🐚 shell collector » send me this emoji and i’ll show you some cool/random object that i own.

🌊 dance with the waves » just send me 2-4 facts about u + ur gender + angsty or fluffy + a character and i’ll give u a song from my playlist that’ll serve as your theme song with them! || AVAILABLE FANDOMS: Harry Potter (Marauders and Golden Trio), The Lunar Chronicles, The Maze Runner, and Stranger Things

⛱ shelter shade » tell me your first impression of me and i’ll tell you my first impression of you! (moots only!)

tagging my beloved moots under the cut and writing them a little something! <3 this is a long list so im sorry omg i probably should have made a separate moot appreciation post but i didn’t expect it to be this long and i’m too lazy hshshs anyway thank u!!!

@mauvea, thanks for interacting. jk that’s not all ilysm!!! you’re hella fun to talk to and i enjoy ✨interacting✨ with you mwah <3 PAULA HNGGGG dobby simps unite

@selenesheart, i still haven’t forgotten you scripting draco to call you spanish pet names 😭✋🏻 i’m sorry nsndjww aside from that, ily! u cool af like- hnggg

@elevatorsdoor, DANIELAAA!!! no i still have not forgiven you for bombing my ships but you’re an effective person to be with in the diner so ig you’re alright 🙄 jk ily mwahhh

@railmeharrypotter, your url alone is *chef’s kiss* and omfg i love simping over harry w u hehe more simping days to come <3 iloveu sm omg you’re chaotic too and i love that (even tho u do me so dirty in cyms)

@lovegoodsgf, bestie you’re one of my first moots here i still remember the tongue twister days iykyk skskdnx i love you and your headcanons oml

@just-another-multifangirl, EMMA JAM EMMA JAM BABYYYY you’re literally so sweet??? and fun??? what a perfect combo ilysm my beloved chaotic, chaotic bestie!!!

@holden-caulfield, lia jfc i haven’t been reading a lot of fanfics lately but your works are literally so immaculate and perfect and immaculate and have i said perfect? i’m in love with your writing ilysm you’re like an older sister to me ily mwah <3 adding emojis for spice: 🤪😍🥵

@mendesxruel, one o my first moots!!! you’re like an older sister but also a baby sister at the same time??? like i want to protect u but i want u to protect me too hSHSHS i love talking to u sm oml

@gothboutique, your url is so pretty like??? and you’re like one of the cool kids™️ no actually you are hAHSBSA your posts are chaotically pleasing and that’s a fact. ily holly!!! :*

@romqnticizer, i’m low key scared of u sometimes because u have this intimidating aura but omfg when we talk you’re literally so cool and chill aaaaa 👹👹👹 <this is the trademark of our friendship

@prettygirlkay, AYYYEEEE IT’S MY ANGST BESTIE AHAHAHAHA pls you’re so relatable and your writing is so pretty??? like??? i love u hnggg

@meiitanoia, you’re the sweetest person ever. there, i said it. you hype me up so good omg and you’re a literal sunshine ily <3

@shadesofvelma, i stand by vel&ves supremacy. we’re only either a comedy show because we’re a joke or a dramatic soap opera because…well, drama. jokes aside you give off cool kid energy i’m so honored to have u as a moot oml mwah bestie love u

@oeuryale, yep yep yep never forget cotton eye joe. ma’am you’re a ray of sunshine 🤧 ilysm and i enjoy interacting w u A LOT.

@eunoniaa, another famous moot what??27282 NIA you wholesome but also chaotic being ily!!! pls i’m still low key intimidated tho hHAHAAH

@hellounicorn, rhea rhea rhEAA A ANDID i honestly don’t know what to say except that every interaction with you is so eventful hHAHAHA you’re funny af and creative ;*

@gwlvr, i’d be lying if i said i don’t wait for your reblogs hHAHAHAHA omfg i feel so loved and appreciated whenever you quote my works!!! literally the best omfg thank you sm and iloveu mwah 💋

@slut4drvc0, babi omg we don’t talk much but ily hngggg *convulses* you’re so pretty omg and hella fun to talk to!!!

@starless-starkov, ah yes, my fellow cool person who also likes to change icons. but that’s ok, we’re both icons ;pp your name is so cute and pretty btw mwah love u

@potters-heart, well hello fellow harry simp. mad respect to you hAHHAAHHA i feel comfortable talking to u ily

@ronsmommy, jade we don’t interact much but i feel honored you’re a moot- YOU’RE FAMOUS HNGTJEIOWW anyway omg ily you talented af

@untowardflower, hello mum. SHSJEJW mara i look up to u oml i love u sm you’re such a spirit animal aaaaa ily

there’s literally so much more i want to say but can’t because this is gonna be a very, very long ass post. next time imma make a separate post for this mbad that’s on me and i can’t tag any more of u all :<

more moots i literally love with all my heart and i think deserve the world: @gxtitobxby @arcaneslut @mrzweasley @just2bubbly @gingerale2017 @illiicitarts @mellifluousart @omgrachwrites @amourtentiaa @roonilwazlibweasley @hey-there-angels @annemagus @babydraco04 @dracomalfoys-wh0re @ronsbadidea @ronsonlywhore @mais-e @cupids-crystals @damianxmeg @miss-casually-cruel @mistress-riddle @angeloniaa @alice1nwoderland @toms-diary @messrsmoonee @artxemqs @harmqnia @destourtereaux + LITERALLY EVERYONE AAAA ILY ALL MWAH MWAH

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (1-7 May 2022)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊👂 Poirot Investigates (Hercule Poirot #3) (Agatha Christie, author; Richard Armitage, narrator)

😊 Blue-Eyed Monster (Only_1_Truth) - 118K, 00Q, canon-divergent AU - very slow burn; Q just a skosh on the woobie side of the scale but really enjoyable & good

😍 Brooklyn Bakes (Oh_i_swear, author; britbrit99, artist) - 54K, shrinkyclinks AU - love this! Pre-serum baker!Steve, WS-Avenger catdad Bucky, an entire pine forest - good characterizations, great textile art

😍 You Have [1] New Message (torikabori) - 55K, Star Trek canon-divergent You've Got Mail fusion - LOVED THIS!

😍👂 The Poisoned Chocolates Case (Anthony Berkeley, author; Gordon Griffin, narrator) - FANTATIC, such a great examination of the detective novel plotting, super entertaining with a surprising but welcome lack of period-typical casual racism/antisemitism, barely any misogyny!

😊 Chef's Kiss (TJ Alexander) - fun book about a grumpy cis chef falling for the new sunshiny nb test kitchen manager. i was charmed and stayed up WAYYY too late finishing this.

💖💖+112K of shorter fic 💖💖

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Grace & Frankie - s7, e8-16

Star Trek: Discovery - s2, e5-8

Our Flag Means Death - s1, e1-4

Lingthusiasm - #30: Why do we gesture when we talk? - usually listen to this as an audio podcast but obviously an ep on gestures had to be video

🎧 PODCASTS🎧

Lingthusiasm - #55: R and R-like sounds - Rhoticity

Hit Parade - I Got Five on It

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Hashima Island

Lingthusiasm - #01: Speaking a single language won’t bring about world peace

Hit Parade - The Bad Moon on the Rise Edition

Switched on Pop - Belle and Sebastian on the value of staying "young and stupid"

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Benin Bronzes

Shedunnit Book Club - Death By Chocolate

Lingthusiasm - #02: Pronouns. Little words, big jobs

Hit Parade - The Imperial Elton and George Edition

Lingthusiasm - #66: Word order, we love

You're Dead To Me - Genghis Khan

99% Invisible #489 - Pandemic Tracking and the Future of Data

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Upton Chamber

Partners - Kim Malek & Tyler Malek

Song Exploder - Arooj Aftab - Mohabbat

Ologies with Alie Ward - Acoustic Ecology (NATURE RECORDINGS) with Eddie Game

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Noah Purifoy Desert Art Museum

Strong Songs - "Wichita Lineman" by Jimmy Webb & Glen Campbell

Lingthusiasm - #34: Emoji are Gesture Because Internet

Hit Parade - Le Petty Prince Edition

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Eurovision 2022 All Songs

Presenting Willow

Rebel Girls: '90s Visionaries

Greatest Hits [Ricky Nelson]

Presenting Creedence Clearwater Revival

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

Presenting George Michael

my "Take Me To The Pilot" playlist

Rocketman (Music From The Motion Picture)

Rolling Stone's 100 Greatest Singers

Reimaginator [Rock Sugar]

ReInventinator [Rock Sugar]

Journey

Presenting Tom Petty

[blueskrugs]

5 Times You Posted about Him, and One Time He Posted about You | Chris Kreider

I sent an anon to @kreiderrider​ way back at the end of April for Chris’ birthday and still haven’t stopped thinking about it, so apparently I’m writing it now. also for @bobohtuzzo​ for our never-ending loop of being mean to each other with Chris gifs.

TL;DR: this is Taylor’s fault for making me a Kreider girl, and and both hers Bayan’s fault for encouraging and enabling me.

length: 2.8k words

You knew when you started dating Chris that he was not social media’s biggest fan. And that was fine. You were hardly an influencer yourself, and you were pretty sure you followed more dogs than people on Instagram. So the pictures you took of Chris– Chris being cute, Chris doing mundane things, Chris with his bitchface on– stayed firmly in a locked album on your phone.

Until one day when you were sitting on the couch, leaning against Chris while he read a book, flipping through Instagram stories on your phone. One of your friends from high school had posted a cute picture with her boyfriend, and you paused to look at it. Chris rested his chin on your shoulder to peer at your phone. 

“They’re cute,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder. You hummed in agreement. “How come you never post about me?”

You twisted around to look at him. “First of all, how do you even know that I don’t? Second of all, you want nothing to do with any sort of social media.” 

Chris flicked your nose. “Mika tells me things. And I don’t hate social media, I just don’t really get the point of it. Who the fuck cares what I’m doing every second of the day, who I got lunch with, where I got lunch? Anyway, I don’t really mind if you post about me every once in a while. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide our relationship just because I avoid Instagram like the plague.” Chris pressed a kiss to your forehead to punctuate his sentence. 

You settled back in against Chris, resuming your mindless scrolling, and looking forward to the first opportunity to show off your boyfriend. 

Chef Chris Chris loved to cook. Part of it came from his absolutely ridiculous diet, you knew, but he also enjoyed the quiet time that cooking gave him, a way to be productive without requiring a ton of energy. The kitchens in either of your apartments were often filled with the smell of something good, for lunches, for dinners on nights off, for a quick meal after a game. Chris rarely let you help him with anything, which was fine because you preferred to bake, and it let you watch him. 

There was something about watching Chris cook that you just adored. He would always end up so focused, a strange intensity in his eyes that resembled the look he sometimes got on the ice. But then you would say something– a stupid joke that you’d seen on the internet, a funny story from work, or a something ridiculous your dog had done that morning– and he would laugh, his eyes lighting up again, and his dimples showing. 

Tonight, Chris was standing over the stove making a risotto. You had begged him for it during a rare full weekend off at home for the Rangers, and he had finally conceded. One of your playlists was playing softly in the living room, and you were perched on a barstool at the island, your dog curled beneath your feet. You weren’t sure if he wanted to be close to you, or if he was just waiting for Chris to give him a piece of chicken. 

Chris was stirring the risotto intently, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth a little bit. You were already scrolling through your phone, so you couldn’t resist snapping a quick picture for your Instagram story, simply throwing an emoji of a chef in the corner.

You were checking the views on your story later that night and responding to the few people that had replied to it, when Chris saw your phone screen. 

“Hang on, gimme that,” he said, pausing the hockey game he was watching. “How did I not notice you take this?” He looked closer at your phone. “And how many fucking followers do you have, holy shit.”

You took your phone back, seeing that Brett Howden had asked why he didn’t get any dinner. “I got a bunch more after I started dating you,” you said. Chris looked concerned. “Don’t make that face, you dork. I don’t really care, and if I did, I could just make my account private.” 

Chris still looked a little alarmed at the number of people who had seen him cook dinner, but he turned back to the hockey game, anyway. 

Sing Us a Song There was a piano in Chris’ apartment. It was tucked away in the spare bedroom, and he avoided playing it when people were over, even when it was just the two of you. You had lamented that fact once, and Chris had said something about just wanting to spend all his time focused on you. You let it go, but that didn’t mean you weren’t dying to hear him play, especially since everyone who had could only compliment him.

It was nearly Christmas when you let yourself into Chris’ apartment with your spare key. The two of you had spent an entire weekend decorating, and the space was absolutely filled with Christmas spirit. You had been baking cookies, and you were dropping some off for Chris to bring home to Massachusetts and his family. You smiled as you heard the familiar chords of “Celebrate Me Home” echoing through the apartment. Your penchant for listening to Christmas music at all hours was beginning to rub off on Chris finally. You paused, though, when you realized that the voice drifting through the apartment was not Kenny Loggins, but Chris. 

You set the cookies and your purse down gently on a counter, kicking off your snow boots and quietly making your way through the apartment. You peered around the doorway of the spare bedroom. Chris’ back was to you, since the piano faced the windows looking out over the city, as he continued singing. You slipped your phone out of your coat pocket and began recording. You made sure to keep quiet as Chris began playing “The Christmas Song.” You stayed there for a minute longer before putting your phone away and walking into the room.

Chris jumped a little as you put your hand on his shoulder. “Your hands are freezing, Christ, Y/N. How long have you been here?”

You kissed his temple. “Sorry. Just came to drop off cookies and couldn’t resist listening to you for a while. I wish you’d sing for me more often.” Chris blushed all the way up to his ears. 

Later that night, back home and with a pie in the oven this time, you edited the videos you took a little bit and put them up on your Instagram story. You left it captionless.

Your DMs were soon filled with people commenting on how talented Chris was and begging for more videos of him. You screenshotted them all– maybe a little smugly– and sent them to Chris. All you got back was an emoji sticking its tongue out at you. 

Somewhere on a Beach There was absolutely nothing that you loved more than a good vacation. As the Rangers’ bye week approached, Chris was getting desperate to get out of the city, and you were looking forward to a week on a beach.

The Rangers won their last game before the break, and then the two of you were on a plane to Hawaii for some valuable time in the sun. Chris had found a rental with a private stretch of beach, and you both had bags full of books to read.

“Chris, you need to put on sunscreen!” you yelled as he walked across the sand, sunglasses perched on his nose and book in hand, on the first day. He had complained but let you cover him in sunscreen; he got burnt anyway. 

Mika made a crispy potato joke later that night in response to Chris’ whiny text. 

You got a couple good Instagram posts out of the vacation. One was simply pictures of you that you had made Chris take– “like a good Instagram boyfriend, babe” – plus a couple well-executed timer shots of both of you on the beach: sandy toes, sunburnt nose. The other was a small collection of photos you took of Chris throughout the week, in various positions in various chairs, all with a different book. Your favorite was the time you had caught him asleep on the beach, book still clutched precariously in his hand, mouth hanging open as he burned in the sun. I will never understand how he can read a book a day and still never run out of books, you had typed as a caption. 

Dog Lover Chris was sick. You were sure he had been fighting through shit for nearly two weeks but had been too stubborn to admit it, and he had finally hit a wall. You had caught him leaning heavily against the bathroom sink that morning, dizzy and nauseous, as he attempted to get ready for practice; it still took both you and Mika yelling at him, with more than one threat to call Quinn and/or his mother, before he agreed to stay home. 

You had forced him to at least eat a piece of toast before you let him collapse on the couch under most of the blankets you had in your apartment. You sent Mika a picture of Chris in his fever haze, zoned out while watching the morning news. 

You luckily had the day off, so you were able to stay close to your idiot boyfriend with a penchant for ignoring injury and illness. It started storming after you ate lunch, rain lashing against the windows and lightning lighting up the dark New York sky, shrouded with clouds. Chris was still slouched on one end of the couch, barely having moved all morning. You were sitting at the other end with a book, his feet in your lap and thumb idly rubbing circles on his ankle, having ignored Chris’ protests that you were going to get sick, too. 

Later, when you were making dinner, you peeked into your living room to check on Chris. He had thrown most of his blankets onto the floor, and he was sprawled out on his stomach, solidly asleep. Your dog had crawled up onto the couch with him and was laying protectively over Chris’ legs. You smiled at them before reaching for your phone to take a picture. 

First you sent it to Mika: “Sometimes I think he’s only dating me for my dog.” with an eye roll emoji. Mika laughed at that one. 

Then you posted it on your Instagram, this time with the caption everyone knows dog cuddles are the best medicine. Your replies were flooded with get-well wishes for Chris. 

Best Friends Everyone knew that Mika and Chris were pretty much inseparable, both on the ice and off of it. You and Irma had bonded over it one night, when what was supposed to be a nice double date devolved into Chris and Mika discussing the chances of various teams winning the Cup. It had only been November. 

You teased the two about their codependency, but honestly it was endearing. Mika ended up over for dinner more nights than not, and you texted him more than you texted your mom. Mika sometimes crashed movie nights at Chris’ apartment, and all three of you ended up in a tangled mess of limbs and blankets before the end of the night without fail. It was completely undeniable that Chris loved Mika, so it was inevitable that you loved Mika, too. 

The Rangers were having another outdoor practice in Central Park. You loved going to any practice, but the outdoor ones were especially fun to watch. It always seemed like half of New York showed up to watch, and the boys were always more energetic and idiotic than usual.

You hung around close to the boards behind one of the goals during practice. You got some good pictures of the boys warming up, including one particularly cute one of Artemi sticking his tongue out at you. As practice went on, you took more pictures as various Rangers sped past you. The best opportunity was when Chris scored a – frankly ridiculous, honestly – goal over Hank’s shoulder, set up perfectly by Mika. They slammed into the boards next to you in celebration, and you managed to snap a great angle of that smile Mika seemed to reserve specifically for Chris.

All of the WAGs and families were allowed onto the ice after practice ended. You carefully made your way over towards where Chris and Mika were lazily leaning against the boards near one of the benches, nearly running over tripping over Igor’s dog in the process when he ran in front of you, gleefully dragging a leash behind him. 

Chris was facing you, but he didn’t see you approach. You, however, could see the dorky grin he had aimed at Mika from where he was slouching against the wall. As you got closer, you took out your phone and snuck one more picture of the two of them.

You couldn’t resist posting those pictures of your boys. You made sure to tag Mika, adding on the caption someone tell me how I can get a boy to look at me the way Chris and Mika look at each other. 

Mika replied with an eye roll emoji and a blue heart. Irma replied with about five cry-laughing emojis. Chris just looked offended. 

His Turn Chris had managed to convince you to join him for a week in Connecticut, and you had managed to convince him to let you drive up. He grumbled about it all the way out of the city. 

You had your sunglasses on and your hair was loose around your shoulders. Chris’ phone was plugged into your aux, but he had turned on your own road trip playlist. (He complained about your taste in music most of the drive, too.) As you got closer to Connecticut, Chris rolled the windows down. Every once in a while, you glanced over at him, only to already find him watching you with a smile on his face, eyes crinkly and dimple showing. 

You were singing the words to a Taylor Swift song at the top of your lungs, laughing as the wind ripped the words from your throat and out the window, when Chris reached over and picked up your phone. You turned to look at him.

“Eyes on the road,” he scolded, still holding your now-unlocked phone. You raised an eyebrow but turned back to the highway in front of you. 

The song changed again, this time to a Queen song, and you laughed again. Chris started singing along with you, and you forgot that he had been taking a picture of you. 

Later that night, long after the sun set, you got a notification that you had been tagged in a new Instagram post, by @2kreids0. You squinted at your phone screen, confused. You were sitting out on the porch under the stars, and Chris had gone in for dessert (something still stupidly healthy– “It’s the offseason, Kreider!” you had protested) only a couple minutes before.

Still frowning a little, you tapped on the notification. A picture of yourself, with the sun in your face and hair blowing out the window, laughing, eyes bright underneath your sunglasses, filled your screen. It could only have been taken by Chris in your car earlier. You looked at the Instagram handle again.

“Hey, babe?” you called as Chris stepped back outside, trying to balance two bowls and two glasses of wine. He looked up at you. “Did you make an Instagram?” Chris blushed. You looked back at the picture, this time reading the caption below it: I’ll drive anywhere with you, just to hear you sing your favorite songs. 

Chris had moved to stand next to you, still blushing to the tips of his ears. “I might have.” You laughed, taking your glass of wine from Chris’ hand and pulling him down for a kiss. 

“I thought you didn’t see the point?” you asked.

Chris shrugged. “I didn’t. Then you started posting pictures of me all the time, and I started to understand why people share the things they love for everyone to see.” 

“You’re a sap, Kreider,” you said, all fondness. You smiled at him from behind the rim of your wine glass as he took another picture of you. “Is this what I’m like?” you asked. Chris let out a surprised laugh. 

The next morning you were tagged again by Chris. You rolled your eyes. When you opened the notification, you saw the picture from the night before, but there was also a second one, one you didn’t know Chris had taken. It was of you, of course, but you were glaring at something on your phone over your coffee mug, glasses on and hair a mess. This time he had captioned it get you a girl who can do both. 

“Christopher!” You were already beginning to regret showing him exactly how to work Instagram the night before. As you heard Chris laughing his way down the stairs, though, you thought that you could really get used to it, even if Chris probably had some revenge posts in store for you. 

[kaebedom-me]

Ch💙ya brainrot is real they're so hot together like perma freeze also? Also!! If ch💙ya not canon why hydro and cryo artifacts same domain hmm?????? HM???

Modern!AU is pretty broad so I'll do like a general thing uwu

Lmao Kaeya's the type that's always on his phone but never replies to messages or answer his calls?

Like he'll reply a select few people but if you don't fall under it he won't

Bold face lies too he'll tell you his phone died while he's texting someone back to your face tf

Childe's phone is either always busted p badly or its a brand new one

It's cuz he's always be fighting and he rich rich

Y'all have a group chat like since y'all together uwu

Y'all never really have like personal convos either HAHAH it's always in the gc

Unless y'all planning surprises for each other

Kaeya is meme king, knows all memes even real obscure ones sends them to the gc all the time

Childe's the type to like take a selfie while he's away from y'all "a selfie just for you [kissy face emoji]"

You also get texts from him randomly "I'm gonna fight this person"

Kaeya's usually a step ahead HAHAH "no"

No context and then you'll get Childe's text ":("

Really cute!!!!!!! I think he video chats w his family almost everyday if not weekly? And if y'all around he'd tell y'all to join

I think Kaeya's super fashionable? Like his style immaculate [chef's kiss]

Childe's only fashionable cuz he's rich

Also the amount of Kaeya's piercings depends on how punk he is in the modern au uwu

But all modern AUs he has at least 1 nipple piercing and you cannot convince me otherwise

They're also both involved in shady shit like most modern AUs they're shady asf

You love them tho cuz they do be the best uwu

I think Kaeya has a lot of followers on social media because he's so fucking pretty

But he only post thirst traps because he's sexy and he knows it

His main account is a meme page

None of his friends excepted otherwise

Childe doesn't really so social media? Prolly cuz of his shady shit

This doesn't apply to all the modern AU tho just some uwu but like in general

Childe's like dirt rich like eat the rich rich so expect him to bring you to like real fancy dates and get really expensive gifts

I like to think he's a sugar daddy

Sugar daddy AU 😩

Kaeya's different like if you go out he gets free drinks a lot? Cuz he's so sexy

And he'd be like thanks!!! This my partner btw AFTER they buy him drinks

Cuz he's a lil shit

They both love taking pictures of you? If not selfies w the 3 of you?

They're just the type to flaunt their relationship uwu

They prolly have like a Spotify playlist filled w songs that remind them of you. Cuz they're cute like that

[sparrow-in-boots]

👾 and to make it harder, it can't be from an AC related playlist<3

laaaaaame, now I can't do an infodump [pensive emoji] okie fine, let's see... Lionhearted - Billie Marten mostly, I just love her style, it's soft and has a yearning tone that just, *chefs kiss*, but also this is from my Cárth and Robbie playlist, and it fits them both sm, they both feel like they aren't enough, and certainly not brave enough to face the shit they go through. And they both got a whole truckload of emotional baggage and trauma, and usually they don't share it with others, but they can with each other most of the time, and just.... soft..... ;v;

[stingslikeabee]

💃🏻➡ to ask for a dance

send in one of the following emojis and my muse will react . accepting

They had been raiding all liquor stores of one of the buildings in Kabuki-cho for the better part of an hour; Melissa and Dyuuku had taken one of the cars from the Beach and returned to downtown to scrounge up some supplies for their respective activities back and the repurposed resort, focusing on the unknown little spots that most people wouldn't be familiar with in that area.

Between the two of them, they had a long list of tentative locations to visit and check - all the tiny places that only the residents frequented and which had better chances of having been untouched by other people in the Borderland. That day, Dyuuku had been following the former hostess along old bars and drinking joints she remembered seeing around - while also doing most of the heavy-lifting where the bottles were concerned and working as a bodyguard of sorts just in case something happened.

But it was a blessed afternoon - things were quiet. No one interrupted their hunt for alcohol and it was easier to forget the dangers of the world outside for a moment, particularly when Melissa found an old radio and dusted it off out of curiosity, fiddling with the buttons. Surprisingly enough - it turned on. Apparently it was powered by batteries, and old enough to work at the Borderland.

"Wow - do you think this can pick up something out there?" she asked the man, turning around to look at Dyuuku who was currently sitting behind the counter of the old bar they happened to be visiting. He was about to respond when some music came from the radio and it startled both of them - it was startlingly loud for the quiet setting they were in, and Melissa turned it down instinctively. A tense pause followed - both with ears and eyes wide open to try and capture any sound or movement from anyone else that could be around the building.

But no one came - they seemed to be really alone on that day. Releasing the air she had been holding in, the former hostess returned her attention back to the radio, and cautiously adjusted the volume. They hadn't dreamed it - the old thing was picking some dancing tunes, an old Beatles song even (a cover?). She laughed at the absurdity of it all - the fact that she was listening to sweet and innocent tunes like these in a land that was everything but.

"Would the lady grant me this dance?"

His voice had Melissa once more focusing on the chef - and the way he had his hand held out to her and a smile on her face got her mirroring his mischievous expression in a second. The woman left the area behind the counter to rejoin him, and couldn't hold back a burst of laughter when he raised his eyebrows at her and even bowed slightly.

"This lady would very much like to," she responded, giggling still by the time she took his hand - and was pleasantly surprised by how easily Dyuuku moved in sync with the music. Whoever was out there - they were going for a playlist of old dance songs and shuffled through some rockabilly classics, including the first covers by the Beatles that came on when they found the radio.

And well - apparently 'dancing' was also something to be added to the ever-growing list of the skills that Dyuuku possessed. She had never really seen him by the parties held at the pool area at the beach so Melissa had wrongly assumed he didn't care much for dancing - but apparently it just failed to be the right occasion (or type of music). He expertly led her, including some twists and turns when they were close, and then eventually pulled the ex-hostess up for a short, sweet kiss when one of the songs ended.

"I know we came for the booze but we really should bring this back with us - and batteries, if we find any at these abandoned kombini," he said, and Melissa nodded, an impressed smile coloring her lips while he gently helped her back to her feet and released his impromptu dance partner.

"Agree - no way you're not showing me what other moves you got after this surprise, Nakahara. Let's hope our mysterious broadcaster has a good playlist."

[chronophobica]

15 mayhaps?

15: Talk about some of your favourite creators: what do you love most about their creations?

oh my goshhhh i have so many favorite people, I'm gonna have to limit myself to just sides creators on tumblr otherwise this will go on forever bdskfh

@rondoel - your art style is so fluid and expressive!!!! i love how the characters are all just so lively and filled with personality; not the mention the gorgeous outfits you put them in wow!! the high school au makes me grin like a madman every time I see a new part and the king au makes me want to scream thank you <3

@impatentpending - your writing is literally the light of my day, stars of my night *chefs kiss* the way you give each character their own tone of voice in my head???? didn’t even know that was possible I love you forever <3 kill the lights has been in my browser tabs on my phone for a whole month because I haven't had the time to get back to it but I'm on chapter 9 last I remember and I am So in love with logan and roman okay

@meowthefluffy - your art style is so soft and expressive, I feel like your sona would give me the best hug if I ever met her bfkdshfkds and also lust roman???? that boy gives me Feelings okay, I cant decide if I want to hug him, send him to therapy, or give him the Gay Eyes (or all three)

@romanapologist - hi i’d personally die for you and your art okay okay listen- roman protection squad?????? we can tag team and beat up janus, you have the vibes for it. also your animatics are incredible and i’ve rewatched the record player song one so often; I blame you entirely for that song ending up on three of my playlists

@spectralheartt - SPEC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! spec i love u and id die for u if u asked ok ur voice is angel song to my ears and ur edits are chocolate to my eyes (i like chocolate very much so you are in luck!!!!) i think i am incoherent but pretend there are heart emojis here bc I'm on desktop

creator asks!

[hedjblogr]

Hello! :D I saw you ask for music suggestions in the tags of my clocktower post; while most of it isn't necessarily as 'bouncy' as the rest of your playlist I warmly recommend the Donkey Kong Country Tropical Freeze soundtrack as far as platforming goes! Check out the song "Wing Ding" for example, maybe you could like it! Have a good day :D

DKC music is (chef kiss emoji) so absolutely yes!!!

some chill with the bouncy would work well i think!

(also, since i found their playlist on spotify, methinks i'm gonna slap some Hyper Potions onto the list too, their music is great)

[thejeidhater]

ANNIE!! congrats 100 is a big milestone!!! gimme all the moots ones please!

thanks grace🥺💖

🥰- a compliment:

your whole blog theme is just ✨🥰💖 *chef kisses*

💌- a handwritten note: (pls don’t make fun of my awful handwriting hdhshsgssg)

🧝‍♀️- a list of things i associate with you/your blog:

penelope garcia

penemily

morcia

that one morcia scene on alaska

this emoji🪐

this emoji🤠

🍂- a playlist with songs for each letter of your url/name:

m- money by the drums

o- oui ou non by angèle

r- redbone by childish gambino

c- choke by idkhow

i- i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys

a- amour plastique by videoclub

a- a-punk by vampire weekend

👾- a reaction pic that reminds me of you:

i don’t really know why so don’t ask me😭😭