#thank you for taking the time to send in such a nice ask!

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ GDRAGON AS A FATHER

୨ৎ pairing: father!jiyong x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: quite soft, quite fluffy, and emotional!

୨ৎ from myeong: hi!! so happy to receive this adore request and I’ve been so excited to get to it! I hope you can enjoy this and seeing a dad jiyong would be the cutest ever!! ): such a sweetheart x

jiyong will be the most softest, caring, sweetest, loving, supportive, and genuine father ever!!!!!!!!!!

does not care about whether the first baby will be a boy or a girl all he cares about is having a healthy child that he can help him become a better person.

enjoys letting the baby hold his finger and takes at least a dozen photos even when you tell him it’s a bit pointless to have so many of the same photos.

“it’s not! what if something happens to the first few I took then I need to have more for backup!”

jiyong will be extremely overprotective and if a family member wants to hold the baby he has to be near to watch and make sure everything is okay.

“see that precious smile? that’s because of me.”

you’ll give him this look and he then of course adds you in and thanks you for helping in the creation of the baby and why he/she is just so beautiful. aww

“do you think he’ll/she’ll look more like me or look more like you as they get older? I’m so curious.”

jiyong will kiss you and tell you to go back to sleep while he takes care of the baby during the night. he knows you need all the rest you can get for being up most of the day with the baby. he’s very caring.

spoils the child rotten but also makes sure that he or she has the best manners even at such a young age, teaching basic skills and always showing the baby how much he loves you for everything you do.

as the child gets older it only makes jiyong slightly panic because he wanted so badly for the baby to stay little forever but of course it doesn’t work that way so he spends extra time filming for memories.

“one sec! let me take this last picture.. alright I got it. gosh.. she/he looks so perfect thanks to us.”

when it’s just the three of you jiyong sometimes gets emotional and talks about how much he’s always wanted a family like this and he still can’t believe he finally has one after so many years.

takes family time very seriously. he’ll cut everyone off who’s not interested in including you and the baby. he doesn’t have time for any of that stuff.

jiyong will want matching pjs, shoes, jewelry, hats, glasses, etc etc with the baby and you. he looks at it like family goals and thinks it’ll complete the fam.

“guess what? I learned how to make this dish! do you think he/she will like it? it has all of his/hers favorite things in it! the broccoli is what sold me.”

jiyong is obsessed with taking you and the baby to the park every chance that he gets. he’ll ask if you want to go if the weather is nice and gets the big bag ready full of snacks, drinks, and toys for the baby in case he/she gets a little bored there.

he likes to plan little trips as a family. the zoo and aquarium being at the top of the list because in his mind it’s so important to experience these types of things with the baby as a very close family. cute ):

allows you to have time to yourself since being a mom is a very tough job so he’ll take the baby and shop around for the day or hang out at the studio while he/she plays and snacks on yummy snacks.

“are you having fun with dada? I know you are.”

if you’re away at work or he’s allowing you time away for yourself like said before then he’ll send you so many selcas that he takes of him and the baby asking if you’d like this as your wallpaper.

“thank you for giving me my perfect little one.”

jiyong loves falling asleep with the baby even when he/she starts to get older he’ll take bedtime very seriously and read he/she a book while slowly falling asleep. next thing you know he’s asleep with he/she in bed and it’s the cutest thing ever!!!

long story short he’s a perfect father to your baby.

[forlovvers]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ can’t wait

pair: coworker!heeseung x f!reader | genre: office au, fluff, suggestive | warning(s): making out, skinskip, slight pining, alcohol consumption | wc: 1k | synopsis: in which lee heeseung is a very impatient man, especially when it comes to you.

lynne’s notez🗒️: why is he oiled up in ts pic bye #needthat

SAFE TO SAY, it’s awkward when you see heeseung the next day at work. you keep your head hung low as you do your best to avoid eye contact with him when you see him walk towards you. you notice he’s wearing the same suit as yesterday and his hair isn’t all nice and gelled down like it usually is.

not looking at him has its downsides because when you aren’t completely paying attention (probably due to your rapid heartbeat) you bump straight into him, sending your papers flying everywhere. immediately dropping to your knees, you begin to gather all of the strewn papers.

heeseung also bends down, hands reaching for the papers that flew the furtherest away. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to bump into you.” he says, a look of sincerity taking over his face. he absentmindedly hands back the papers as you both stand back up, his hands lingering over your skin a little longer than they should’ve.

when you finally look him in the eyes, images of last night materialize in your head.

you didn’t mean to go out that night. you didn’t mean to get tipsy and approach heeseung. and you definitely did not mean to end up in his car with his lips and hands all over you.

pulling away, you tilt your head back to give heeseung easier access to your neck and he wastes no time by placing frenzied kisses from your jaw and trailing down to your collarbones. “hee?” you say, your voice just above a whisper. he doesn’t respond fully, just a simple hum to acknowledge you as he’s a bit preoccupied with leaving small marks on your skin.

“heeseung,” you try again, and this time heeseung looks up at you with big, wet eyes full of adoration. you swear you melt further into him when he does this which is why your heart breaks just a little with what you’re about to say next. “this is a one time thing, okay?”

a momentary look of disappointment casts across his face but before you can even register it, his cocky demeanor is back. “can i change your mind?” he leans back further in the driver’s seat, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the sides of your hips as he holds you firmly.

you let out a small chuckle, your hands finding themselves entangling with his hair again. “probably not. you’d have to try really hard for me to change my mind.” you lean in closer to him and he smiles that smile that makes your stomach flip.

“good thing i’m a try-hard,” he says before finally closing the distance between you two.

“y/n? are you alright?” heeseung’s waving his hands in front of your face when you finally come back to earth. “did i bump into you that hard?”

“no— sorry, thanks for the help.” you say quickly, moving pass him and towards the copy room. you hope he doesn’t notice the blush blooming under your cheeks and the way you can barely hold eye contact with him.

“hey! wait up,” heeseung follows you into the copy room, and closes the door as quietly as he can without you noticing. you’re stood over the copy machine, eyes trained particularly hard on the papers in your hands and not him, which makes him feel just a bit more discouraged but he advances anyway.

“did you really want it to be a one-time thing?” he asks, his voiced laced with a certain sadness you can’t quite place.

your eyes go wide at the mention of last night, “can we not talk about that here?” you say harshly, refusing to look at him.

“why not?” heeseung shrugs nonchalantly, but his heart feels like its racing a million beats per minute. he starts helping you run the papers across the scanner as he realizes he doesn’t have your full attention and the only way to achieve it is to speed the work up.

“firstly, it’s unprofessional,” you let out an exasperated sigh before you continue. “and i don’t want to start something serious with a guy who won’t take me seriously.”

“what?” the shock in his voice is so incredulous it almost makes you laugh.

you finally drop the papers and look him in the eyes. “i overheard you and jake talking about how you can’t get over this one girl and no one else compares, no matter how many other girls your talk too and i just don’t want to be another rebound to you.” the silence eats away at you and you feel yourself shrinking under his gaze.

but to your surprise, heeseung starts laughing. how could he be laughing when you practically just confessed to him?

“y/n, for someone so smart, you can be a bit dense sometimes.” heeseung can’t suppress his smile as he laces his fingers with yours, tugging you closer. he leans down, his lips just above your ear, “you’re the girl i can’t get over.”

before you can even react, heeseung presses his lips to yours, and you almost immediately reciprocate by leaning in closer and placing your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss farther. he brings his hand up to cup your cheek as he slyly pushes his tongue passed your lips with no hesitation. you’re so lost in him that you almost don’t notice the door open.

as soon as jake understands what’s happening, he quickly walks back out, loudly shutting the door behind him without a word. you pull away, eyes wide at the thought of getting caught. “heeseung!” you whisper, slapping his shoulder lightly when he doesn’t let go of you. “you are going to get us both fired.” despite your words, there’s a small smile on your lips.

“‘m sorry love, can’t wait.” and he leans in again.

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 10 Let's Break up… No, lets get back together (Nayeon, Jihyo, Mina)

You awakened by Mina next morning, she just fiercely bobbing her head. ' Good morning, boss' Mina kisses you tip and start ridding you before you can react.

"Mina, I have a guest. Now is not the time." I’ll roll over so I'm on top and say. "If you’re a good girl, I'll make sure to give you all the cum you could ever want at the office." I pull out of Mina and start to get dressed.

Minas hugs you from behind and catches your bulge. 'Please don't, boss. You can’t let your guest see your cock. How about a quick one in my mouth, Minari promises won't make any sound.' Mina starts stroking you again.

"Does Minari not want any of her extra cum I mentioned the other day?" I ask her while I try to pull away. "Maybe I'll have to punish you."

'Sorry boss, Minari is wrong. Minari is just afraid the guest will see your boner. Please don't punish me, Minari has prepared the breakfast for you.' Mina gets off your dick and shake your arm, acting cute to beg you for forgiving her.

"I forgive you Mina, now lets go have breakfast but act like your my secretary only ok? Only business here."

'Yes, boss. Minari will act professionally as always.' Mina kisses your cheek before opening the door and going out with you.

You are waiting for Mina in the living room.

'Morning Y/N' Jihyo comes out from her room while rubbing her eyes, you were shocked by how exposed her pajamas are, you can see her deep cleavage, you know she is big, but you don't expect she is that big, even way beyond Momo.

Your eyes are just attached to her cleavage like there is a magnet, this also applies to Mina who just come out with breakfast, she looks at Jihyo's tits and looks down at herself, then show a sad face after comparing the size.

'Morning Miss Secretary, nice to meet you, can I have breakfast too?' Jihyo seems she does not care about you and Mina's horny sight towards her breast.

I panic a little hearing she wants to try Mina's food "Oh! why don't I make you two something? Mina you should get to eat too." I don't wait for their answer and instead hurry to the kitchen to make breakfast for them.

'Boss, I have prepared the breakfast for your guests too, just enjoy the food.' Mina grabs your arm and brings you back to the seat.

You just sigh and see the girls start eating. Unexpectedly, Jihyo is not shocked as you eat Mina's breakfast first time, she even praises Mina's cooking.

'Oh, Miss Secretary, your cooking skill is not bad, do you like cooking too? Maybe we can try to make some new dishes together.'

'Just call me Mina, Madam. Thanks for the invitation, if boss is ok, I would like to cook with you too.' Mina uses her leg to touch your cock under the table while she is answering, signaling you to answer.

I briefly consider the fact Jihyo might not have any tastebuds as she praises Mina's cooking, before I answer. "Of course, you two can cook with each other. I won't stop you."

'Boss, then Minari may need to disturb you more.' Mina smiles and then starts to chat with Jihyo. They talk about more about cooking, and ask what dishes you like.

The breakfast goes so smoothly until Mina asks a question. ' I think it will be fun if I cook with you, Miss Jihyo. How long you are gonna stay at Boss's home?' You know Mina does not have bad intention, but the room silences.

"Mina, we have a busy day ahead of us we should get going." I say to bring things to an end. "Take my keys and wait in the car. I'll be right down." Aa Mina leaves I say to Jihyo that I'm sorry and Mina meant no harm.

'It's ok, I know she didn't mean it, she's a cute girl. I will handle the housework, see you tonight.' Jihyo sends you out.

You get in the car and see Mina looks unhappy, 'Boss, why there would be a guest suddenly, if she stays until your sisters come, then Minari can't have breakfast anymore.'

"Mina, she's going through a really tough time and I'm helping her. I can't tell you much else about her situation but try to understand. Let's go to the office I'll make sure you get fed."

'Yes, boss, Miss Jihyo is a nice person, Minari hopes she can overcome it soon. But I see boss is keep staring at Miss Jihyo's tits, does boss want to fuck her?' Mina whispers in your ear.

You are immediately hardened by fantasizing you fucking Jihyo hard and her big tits are shaking in front of your eye. Mina smiles and start caressing your bulge.

"She is a beautiful woman, and I admit I just thought about it but that doesn't mean I want to fuck her."

Mina frees your bulge from the zippers, slowly stroking it, 'Don't lie boss, can't you see how you are are excited by just imagine fucking Jihyo, imagine how big the tits are, imagine how would it feel if you cock are inside her tits, imagine how pink her nipple is, imagine how the tits would shake if you fuck her, imagine how she will moan if you suck her nipple…'

'Shit, Mina.' your body shivers from the sensation of Mina's stroking and imagination towards Jihyo, pre cum start leaking from your tips.

Mina tastes your pre cum, 'See, boss. Face your lust, fuck her for me. I wanna taste that big breast too.'

"I can't do that Mina she's going through too much." I drive to the office and as I get out of the car, I tell Mina. "You better be ready for a punishment after what you did earlier." In the meantime, I decide to call Nayeon to end the relationship. Having the closeness of Momo changed things for me. I'll just tell Nayeon that things don't feel the same anymore and leave it at that without any more information.

'What? Break up? What happen Y/N?' Nayeon was shocked by your decision.

'Yes, Nayeon, I just don't have that feeling like we used to have, Sorry Nayeon.'

'No, Y/N, please don't do that, did I do something wrong? everything is ok last weekend.. No, or are you mad at me I don't wanna born a baby for you, you know we should focus on our job now, we discussed it before. Why?'

'No, Nayeon, not that much reason, I am sorry.'

'No, I can't accept that, you are the one that keeps my faith that we will be ok even in a long-distance relationship, but now you are the one to break me up?' You hear Nayeon starts crying on another side of the phone, you don't want to hear her cry, so you just apologize one more time and then end the call.

You sitting on your seat, looking at the lock screen of your phone, it's a photo that you and Nayeon took at the graduation ceremony of the university, you two are kissing while your friend took this picture secretly. You think about all the moments that you two spent all these years, the good one, the bad one, you don't realize your tears are dropping.

Same time, different locations, the broken up couple are crying simultaneously.

I sit at my desk and don't do anything doe the entire day. Instead thinking of Nayeon and every moment I spent with her.

You sit still at your desk, cherishing every moment that you spent with Nayeon, you wanna stop crying, but you just can't, tears keep flow down your face. You know you love Nayeon, but you don't want to disappoint Momo's love.

You don't how long you have been crying, you are like emptied. Until a knock from the door wakes you up. 'Boss, I am ready… What happen boss, why are you crying?' It's Mina who enters your room, she just rushes to you and kneels down, wiping away your tears.

You can't hold on any longer, you just hug her tightly and cry more loudly in her arms. 'It's ok boss, Minari is here, everything is ok.' Mina comforts you and slowly caresses your back.

I don't tell her anything and just hold onto her tightly. Instead I just whisper I'm sorry over and over again in an inaudible voice.

'It's ok, It's ok….' Mina keeps comforting you and caressing your head, slowly you fall asleep in her arms since you are exhausted from crying.

When you wake again, you are on your seat and covered by the jacket, which seems Mina has settled everything when you are sleeping. You see a memo on the desk, in which Mina said she is going to buy lunch for you and will be back soon, with a cute penguin signature at the bottom, you smile for the first time in today.

And then your phone is buzzed with lots of notifications, but it was not from Nayeon, it is mainly from Chaeyoung, and some from Dahyun.

'I heard you broke up with Nayeon eooni, you ok Oppa?' Dahyun asks.

'What happens? Why you would break up with Nayeon eooni, is this not ground for going back?' Chaeyoung asks.

As you have dated Nayeon for a long time, both of your families know each other's existence, you even meet Nayeon's parents, you already treat each other as your lifelong partner, and Nayeon maintains a good relationship with your sisters, that's why they know the news so quickly.

I just send them messages saying the spark between us was gone because of being long distance, and that I can't ask her to drop everything and move in with me. She has her career.

'Don't you know how much did Nayeon eooni love you? You can't do that oppa! You two still have many years to go, as a couple!' Chaeyoung, which is closer with Nayeon replies first.

When you want to reply, Mina comes in with the lunch, so you just put down your phone. 'Boss, are you ok? I am worried about you.'

"I'm fine Mina, just let be alone for a while. I don't want to talk about it." I motion for her to leave, and sit debating on call Nayeon again.

You are still frustrated, you swing your hand, and motion Mina to leave, but Mina ignores you, comes and kisses you with tongue, deeply.

"Mina please. Not now." I say once the kiss is over. "I just want to be alone."

Mina kisses your forehead one more time, 'Minari just wants to stay with boss, Minari doesn't want to see boss is unhappy.' Mina leaves your room, 'Just find me if you need me, boss. I'll always be there.'

Your start to eat your lunch, but you are not hungry, every bite is like tasting some trash. Your phone buzzes again, Chaeyoung texts you again, 'If you really are going to break up with Nayeon eooni, I won't let you fuck me again.'

I respond to Chaeyoung "Don't you think that I feel horrible breaking up with Nayeon? It's hurting me just as much as it's hurting her. Do you know how many times I've thought of calling her again just to take it all back? I love her and I still want to be with her but the spark between us is gone and I don't want to watch our relationship break down slowly. I don't want to see her slowly fall out of love."

'Sorry Oppa, I just… I just don't want to see you break up with Nayeon eooni, it's a shame that you two love each other but can't keep going.'

You really don't have the mood to continue the lunch, you open your photo album, you try to delete the photos with Nayeon, but you are hesitant to click the delete button, you can't do it.

'Y/N, we need to talk, directly. I am not giving up this relationship, we are going to fix it. I will come to our home tonight, no need to pick me up, see you there.' Nayeon text you again.

I start crying again and don't respond to the message. I just lay my head in the desk.

You just can't stop crying after you see Nayeon's massage, you lay your head on the desk, wanting to hide yourself from the world. You did not notice that Mina is peeking from the window, looking worried, but she don't want to come in to bother you 'Boss, you can talk to Minari… Minari is always here for you.'

You just spend the whole day crying in the office, until the office hour is finished. Mina sneaks into your room, giving you a massage, 'Feeling better, boss?'

"A little, I appreciate you getting lunch and being here for me Mina. You're the best, I'll make it up to you another day, i have to go home." I tell her as I get up.

'Boss, Minari will do everything for you if boss want, I will cook breakfast for you and Miss Jihyo tomorrow as well.' Mina kisses your forehead one more time before you leave.

Once you arrived home, Jihyo greets you. 'How's your day Y/N, you look sad. I have prepared the dinner already.'

'Everything is all good, I just chill in the house, maybe I should hang out, but I am afraid that Daniel could find me, so… Nevermind, should we have the dinner first, before your guest arrive.'

'Sorry Jihyo, I think I will wait for the guest, please stay at your room after my guest arrive, I will really appreciate.'

'OK, take your time.' Jihyo starts the dinner alone while you get changed in your room.

Jihyo back to her room, while you just sitting on the sofa, thinking what you could say when Nayeon comes, until you hear someone entering the password of the door.

I stand up and walk toward the door. Staring at it the entire time.

The doors open, and the one who comes in is Nayeon, she just walks past you and sits at the other side of the table.

'I guess you haven't eaten dinner yet, I have prepared some food for you' You tell Nayeon as you walk into the kitchen and brings the dishes out.

Nayeon doesn't start eating, she just stares at you, 'Tell me why, why you wanna break up with me, don't lie to me. I can know you are telling lies.'

"Nayeon, I've just been thinking and ever since you've moved away and we can only see each other on weekends things haven't been the same. I've tried to make it feel right but recently it just hasn't felt the same. This isn't about you not wanting to have a baby, that's fine. It's just about not being able to be with you as much as I want. I don't want to see us fall out of love, I don't want our relationship to drag on and feel like dead weight. I love you Nayeon, I really do but I can't do this anymore." At the point where I tell her that I love her I start to break down into tears again. "I don't want to break up, I want to be with you but this relationship isn't going to work like this.

'No, it shouldn't go like that. All it matters are I love you, and you love me, we can overcome every problem if we love each other. Why don't you just give this relationship a bit more time. You are the one who told me it will be alright even though we are long-distance, and now you are the one who said it has changed, what a joke.' Nayeon starts crying too.

Nayeon walks over to your seat and hugs you, 'Please don't leave me, Y/N. Just give me a little bit more time.'

"I know what I said Nayeon, I just didn't think it would be that hard." I tightly hug her back, as if, if I left her go she'd disappear. "I don't want to leave you either. Let's try to make this work, I'll try harder. For you."

'Thanks, Y/N, I just couldn't leave you anymore, I really love you. And please don't say any words like you wanna break up in the future, it really hurts.' Nayeon kisses you deeply before she returns to her seat.

'Ah, damn, why am I still crying, it's so ugly, don't look at me, Y/N.' Nayeon shyly wipes away her tears.

"That’s not true, you're always so cute. Are you busy? Maybe we could go and get some ice cream, just to say I'm sorry for hurting you. If you want of course."

'No, babe, don't say sorry. I have applied for leave this week, so I can spend more time with you, maybe I can even see Dahyun and Chaeyoung too, aren't they ready to come soon? Let me finish the dinner before we are going for ice cream.'

You just sit and watch Nayeon eat the food, thinking about the past, you just can't stop smiling.

'Ah, Y/N, stop looking at me like that.' Nayeon blushes as you are staring at her so directly.

You stand up and give your hand to her, 'May I, Miss Im Nayeon?' Nayeon just smiles and holds your hand, 'Sure.' Then you two walk to the ice cream shop with holding hands.

As we're eating Ice cream i tell Nayeon about Jihyo’s situation and explain that she's also living with me.

'Oh, such a poor girl isn't she, I am glad that you have accepted Jihyo, maybe I should greet her after we back.' Nayeon said while feed you the ice cream.

'Sure, Jihyo is really nice.' You take a bite of the ice cream while answering her. And you see Momo walks into the ice cream store, you are shocked and don't know how to respond. Momo just turns around and ready to leave after seeing you and Nayeon dating here, you know she looks sad but you can't do anything.

Seeing you are acting abnormal, Nayeon turns her head and she notices Momo is here, "Hey Momo, is that you? Long time no see.'

I walk over to Momo and whisper "I'm going to end things soon, I just need to find the right moment. I'll explain later in detail. Just say you can't join us right now"

'Hi, Nayeon, it's been so long we met last time, it's a shame that we cannot chat longer, I got to go.' Momo say hi to Nayeon and then leave immediately.

'OH, Momo is still that shy after all the years, haha, I guess you can always see her in the gym room?' Nayeon keep eating your ice cream but change the focus to you.

"Yeah, but I've been getting to know her better. She's a really nice lady."

'Yes, that's why I am so happy to see her again, maybe I should find her as my personal trainer again if I move back.' Nayeon finishes the ice cream and looking at you again.

'I'm so happy that we would come to the ice cream shop after our reunion, seems you did not forget that our first date is in the ice cream store.' Nayeon stands up and kiss your cheek.

"How could I forget? So what's next?"

[hearts4johnwick]

SUMMARY. 𝜗𝜚 your husband has been missing for almost two months now, yearning for him is making you relive some of your best memories.

CW. 𝜗𝜚 mentions of od’ing, fluff & angst (whose page are you in??? ofc it’s angst 👅) bold = flashbacks

A/N. 𝜗𝜚 umm i know absolutely nothing!!!about south korea or their schools, so this is purely based off of american schools bc my latina ass is not cultured on this, if yall wanna correct me or help me in some stuff, pls do! just know i’m writing this for fun tho <3

the voice of your teacher announcing a new student catches your attention, a boy with slightly longer hair stands beside her, holding onto his backpack. “this is kang dae-ho, he is transferring from seoul, and as your new classmate, you shall treat him with respect.” your eyes analyze dae-ho, he’s cute, you think. you glance over to your friend and she raises her eyebrow in a flirty manner, you smile.

“find a seat, dear.” there were plenty of seats available, but the seat beside you was the one he was eyeing the most, and you did not mind at all if he sat next to you.

the two of you make eye contact and you watch his eyebrows raise slightly, he quickly makes his way to the seat beside you. you give him a soft smile and he returns it, a soft hint of redness grows on his face.

“of course.” your friend playfully rolls her eyes and you chuckle before the teacher begins the class.

once the class finished, you head to your lockers to put away your books, in the distance you see dae-ho and your friend speaks. “you should go and talk to him, maybe we can go to the bakery after school.” you look at her and nod.

“that’s a good idea.” you walk away from your locker, your hand holding your other over your legs as you make your way toward him. dae-ho turns and his heart begins to race as if your beauty leaves him speechless, or you coming up to him caught him off guard. “dae-ho, was it?” he nods. “nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

he smiles widely. “cute name for a cute girl.” you smile, his confidence taking you aback for a slight moment.

“thank you.” you feel your face heat up, but you brush it off. “my friend and i were wondering if you’d like to join us at the bakery right across the street after school? we usually go there for some lunch, since the lunch here is not too good.” you make a disgusted noise and scrunch your nose, he laughs and you smile.

“I’d like that,” he says and you smile.

“great. see you there. what’s your next class?” you ask him, and he tells you that it’s math, you exclaim when you look at his schedule and realize you have every single class together.

after classes finish, the three of you do as you agreed and head to the bakery. you get to know a lot about dae-ho, and you find out you have much more in common than you ever thought. he’s energetic and kind, and you admire that.

“so, do you have any plans after graduation?” you ask him, breaking the silence your friend left you both in after her mother came to pick her up.

he hums, taking his time thinking what to say. “joining the marines is a good idea.” you raise an eyebrow. “but, apart from that—i’d love to marry a pretty girl, maybe start a family with her, maybe move back to the city, or move to costa rica, i’ve seen pictures and i think it’s the most beautiful place i’ve ever seen.” you can’t help but smile at his plans, they’re quite nice. “and you?” he asks you your question.

“i want to become a veterinarian. i love animals so much, i’ve rescued some! dogs and cats!”

“what do you do after? do you keep them?” he questions.

“oh no no! i’m allergic to cats, i just send them to a shelter or put them up for adoption. when animals stay in shelters too long they sometimes kill them, and i hate that. i wish i could keep every animal i rescue, but ive only kept two dogs, two german shepherds.”

dae-ho laughs. “remind me not to mess with you, then.” you laugh at his joke.

“yeah, don’t.” you suck on your bottom lip and look at him. “but, apart from becoming a veterinarian, I’d also like to marry a handsome guy, and maybe start a family, although, I’m alright with dogs—how many kids do you want?”

“i want 4.” your breath hitches, and you grimace, you’re acting as if you’re gonna be the mother, but, you couldn’t help it.

“your poor wife.” you place your lips into a thin line. you two share a short laugh and continue to get to know each other.

you and dae-ho grew fond of each other in only 3 months, he was even walking you to your house, no matter the fact that his house was nearly 20 minutes from yours.

one night, you and dae-ho stand in your front steps, before you say goodbye, he grabs your hand and caresses it softly. “y/n.” he begins, he has all of your attention. “why don’t we… take a break from the bakery and go to an actual restaurant…maybe tomorrow?” he pauses between his words, thinking thoroughly about what he’s saying. when he sees your expression soften, he knows it’s going great.

“i’d love to.” you smile widely and place a hand on his cheek gently. the two of you share a sweet moment, he said he’ll text you the details, and you dismiss him with a kiss on the cheek and the blood rushing to his cheek makes your heart flutter.

one date led to another, and then another, after that, another one, until it became a weekly thing. when the two of you graduated, he quickly went off to the marines, and you were proud of him for that, he could do what he wished for, but you were terrified at the same time, terrified that one day he might not come home, and the thought of that destroyed you.

him coming back home permanently meant everything to you, you thought that maybe you could start a family now, you were at a fine age, you were married and financially stable, your job was paying you very well, and so was, dae-ho’s, but now that he’s back—forever now, that might change—and, it did.

you turn sideways on your bed, your hand brushes the cold spot next to you, it’s empty, you don’t like that feeling at all, it makes you feel empty. you remember the moments when dae-ho kept you warm, the times after intimate moments when you would just lay in his chest, staring into his eyes, or simply when you would fall asleep in each other’s arms.

you check the time, and it’s 2:34 am, you sigh and stare at your ceiling, and you start to feel tears pooling in your eyes. you stand from your bed and head over to the closet. there, you take one of dae-ho’s jackets and hug it, as if he was wearing it as if you were hugging him. his scent made your heart ache, this was the closest you’d been to him in almost two months.

you sob your heart out as you slide down the wall, softly murmuring his name like a prayer, hoping he’ll hear you.

your finger softly curls dae-ho’s hair, and the two of you admire each other in the spotlight, his hand on your hip and yours on his shoulder, sharing the prom king and queen dance.

“prom king, huh?” you raise an eyebrow.

“no thanks to you, prom queen.” he chuckles and you roll your eyes.

“what’s a king without his queen?” dae-ho raises his eyebrows and nods. “this is so embarrassing, i hope they’re not looking—or looking at you.” you chuckle.

“no, trust me. they’re looking at you.” your eyes light up, and your face gets hot, but you don’t know if it’s because of embarrassment or his compliment. “you look unbelievable tonight, y/n. i can’t imagine you on our wedding day.” he says, your mouth opens and your heart flutters, god, you cannot wait to marry him, he’s all you’ve ever wished for, you don’t care that he’s your first love, you think he’s the love of your life—you know he is, and that’s what matters, not what people think.

“i love you.” your confession catches him off guard, he’s said it before, but you never said it back, only ‘me too’ but the words ‘I love you’ have never come out of your mouth, and even though you’ve been wanting to say it ever since the moment you laid eyes on him, something has been stopping you, but you knew it was about time.

“i love you more,” he says back, and you smile widely. you embrace each other, but continue your dance until it concludes.

shortly after graduation, the two of you decided that after dae-ho serves his time in the marines, you’d get married—and so you did. your wedding was beautiful, it was intimate, with only two or three family members from dae-ho’s side, for obvious reasons, and almost your whole family tree.

your family loved dae-ho as if he was their own, and that made you feel very grateful, dae-ho had a rough childhood, and seeing him get the love he never had growing up was better than anything you could ever ask for.

the day of your marriage was truly the happiest day you’ve ever been, and let’s not even talk about the night. from then on, you appreciated every single moment with dae-ho, you always have, but you’re treasuring them even more now. the two of you began to travel, you started with costa rica, of course, and so on—you went to some places such as japan, tennessee, bali, dominican republic, and all of europe, you’d hope that between this year and next, you can finish traveling the caribbean because dae-ho loves the caribbean and the beaches.

you had planned for the bahamas on your next trip, but this is around the time when your husband was struggling, and when he turned up missing.

dae-ho has been missing for almost two months, he just vanished into thin air, he didn’t leave you a note, or a text message, he just… left. and you missed him dearly, you thought these months as an eternity, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

the orange bottle of full pills was tempting you—you wanted to end this pain, you wanted to end it now. he could end it, if he would just show up on the doorstep, just him, you don’t even want flowers or a gift, you just need him, or the other reason to end it is to just not keep living.

why would you need to keep living? the reason you are hasn’t been here with you these days—you have no reason to keep living, so why not just finish it?

your brother found you, he took you in his arms, sobbing and calling out your name. the bright hospital light was bothering you, your vision was blurry and your heartbeat was steady, slower than usual, but it was still beating, and that was the important thing.

the cold, dry air of the hospital made you feel sicker as if you were actually dead. you had your eyes closed when you felt a familiar, warm touch in your hand. you try your best to open your eyes, but your vision is still blurry.

“dae-ho?” you croak, a drop of wetness rolling down your cheek in pain. you hear no answer, so you don’t know if you’re hallucinating, or dreaming, but you cry.

you had thought that maybe—maybe he’d been back, oh, god you wish he’d been back, just so that you could spend the time you have left with him—but one thing is for sure, and it’s that you’ll soon be seeing him, whether that would be in the flesh, or the after life, is still to be decided.

❛ i wish i could live without you

but you’re a part of me. ❜

[batwynn]

Ok well. It’s time to be honest, I guess.

My last ditch attempt has failed. My new primary dr won’t take over the Humira script even though he’s a proper DO, and I no longer have a dermatologist. I’ve discussed my future without the immunosuppressant with my Pyoderma group and it looks like it will be Very Fucking Bad when I run out of the med in March. I’m already in Pretty Fucking Bad health, so the ‘living conditions’ in this future are not going to be exactly… survivable for me. I thought it would be a more mild transition back to where I was before the Humira due to how I take it, but according to folks who had to go off of it with this condition… it completely immobilized them in a lot of ways. Like I said, I already struggle with constant, screaming pain, illness, etc. and can barely force my way through shit as it already is. I will not be ok.

As I’ve said before, I’ve contacted everyone I can, so please believe me when I say I fucking tried. I’ve tried every dermatologist in the state. I’ve asked every doctor and specialist that I had. I’ve tried to find someone out of state who I could beg my insurance to cover. I even tried to figure out how to cover the cost of someone outside of my highly limited insurance but it’s too expensive and most of them need to meet in person, thousands of miles away. I’ve spent two fucking years trying. Turns out, it’s impossible. Wild, I know.

So, yeah. I tried. But it looks like after March I’m not going to do well at all. If I’m lucky, I’ll eventually qualify for the Death with Dignity program. But I’m never fucking lucky, so it’s more likely that I will suffer even more horribly until one of these fucking illnesses finally kills me. In addition, it looks like the big fucking looser who is the US president will be cutting every other program (SNAP, MEDICARE/MEDICADE, SSI, LIHEAP, etc) that my family uses to survive because we are both extremely poor and unwell, so. Yeah. There are no more options.

What this means for you all:

I’ll be working very hard to wrap up the Accidental MerDer comic in a somewhat satisfying way before March. All the other comics are too new to wrap up, so they’ll just have to be what they are. I will continue with my Patreon until the end of March, then close it down because I will very likely be unable to keep up with creating for everyone. I’ll try to make these last few months fun, but in reality I won’t be as available to chat and such as before.

I want to spend some time being selfish, and doing things like going outside for walks and hanging out with the cats. I’d like to try to enjoy some of my shitty life while it lasts.

One last note: I don’t want any advice. I tried every possible option that I can actually do. I am also not suicidal, I tried every possible way to survive but I will eventually become too ill to do so. I feel that I have made it extremely clear, and if you send the nazi police to my door for a ‘wellness check’ as a vulnerable trans person in a rural area I will fucking find out who you are and doxx you to let everyone know what a nice little goose stepping bitch you are.

Sorry if this is upsetting, but I guess this is just the reality of being disabled and piss poor in the magnificent country called the USA. 👍

Thank you for all the years of support and friendship. I wouldn’t have made it as long as I did without your kindness.

See you around.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

hi, i was wondering if i could request a ransom x reader in which the reader is female and works at book-store, and ransom has published his own book, and he keeps going to her book-store to check the sales (and his book is doing super good), and he wrote it with a pen name. and slowly the reader grows fond of him, and he grows fond of her. And when they get more serious she meets his family and they demean her book-store job, how-ever ever the writer respects her job. i'm sorry if this is confusing it's 5am-ish when i'm sending this. :) - lindsay -

Perfect Girl For Me » Ransom Drysdale

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Summary: Even though you work at a bookstore, you’re the perfect girl for Ransom.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not Ransom), language, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Ransom walked in the bookstore you work at. He looked around for a moment before you caught his eye. You were standing behind the counter and reading a book. His book. He smiles to himself and walks over to you.

“Is it a good book?” Ransom asks, leaning against the counter.

“Yes.” You answered, bookmarking the page you left off on. “Is there a book I can help you find?” You asked politely.

“No. I just wanted to see how my book is selling.” He says.

“Oh. Which book is yours?” You asked curiously.

“This one.” He tapped his finger against the front cover of the book you were just reading. “Ransom Drysdale.” He introduces himself, holding out his hand.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled, shaking his hand.

That was a few weeks ago. Ever since that day, you and Ransom have been going on dates and getting to know each other. He even goes to the bookstore just to hangout while you’re working.

“Ransom.” You giggled when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “I’m working.” You say.

“I don’t see you stopping me.” Ransom murmurs, kissing your cheek.

You turned your head so you could kiss his lips.

“I told my family about you.” He says.

“You did?” You asked.

“Yes and they want to meet you.” He tells you. “Dinner tonight at my family’s house.” He says.

“I’ll be there.” You smiled.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7pm.” He pecks your lips. “Wear something cute!” He says before leaving the bookstore.

You couldn’t help but blush.

You will admit that you’re nervous to meet Ransom’s family. What will they think of you?

“Something on your mind, beautiful?” Ransom asks, taking a quick glance at you.

“I’m nervous.” You say, fiddling with your fingers.

Ransom gently pulls your hands apart, bringing one of them up to his lips and kisses the back of it.

“You have nothing to be nervous about, baby. I’ll be there with you the whole time.” He assures you.

You smiled. All of your nerves about meeting Ransom’s family faded away for the rest of the drive to his family’s house. That was until you two pulled into the driveway of his family’s house.

“Remember, I’ll be with you the whole time.” Ransom murmurs softly and kisses your cheek.

You gave him a smile. Ransom got out of the car and rounded it to the passengers side. Ransom, being the gentleman he is, opened the car door for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You smiled, getting out of the car.

“For you, sweetheart, I am.” He smiles.

You and Ransom hand in hand walked up to the house and inside. Ransom led you to the living room where his family is.

“Ransom!” A woman who looks to be his mom greets him.

“Mom, this is Y/N. The girl I told you guys about.” Ransom says.

“It’s nice to meet you!” You smiled, holding your hand out for her to shake.

His mom looked you up and down.

“Likewise.” She says before walking away.

You dropped your hand to your side and looked down. Ransom wrapped an arm around you. You and Ransom sat down on the couch, patiently waiting for dinner to be ready. You heard his family whispering and pointing at you like they were teenagers gossiping in the hallways at school.

When dinner was served, everyone went to the dining and started eating. You avoided eye contact with his family. Ransom put a comforting hand on your arm.

“So Y/N…” His mom spoke up. “Ransom told us you work at a bookstore.” She says.

“Yes, that’s right.” You answered.

“Why would you work at a bookstore?” Meg asks.

“Cause I like it.” You tell her.

“I’m sure you don’t make enough money to pay your bills.” Joni says.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“You heard me.” She says.

You couldn’t help but let your emotions get the best of you.

“Excuse me.” You say, your voice cracking.

You stood up and walked away, going to the bathroom and breaking down in tears. Ransom sighs and stood up.

“What the actual hell is wrong with you guys?” Ransom scoffs. “She was already nervous enough about meeting you guys, but you guys had to make it harder by demeaning her.” He says.

“Ransom, she’s not the girl for you. She works at a bookstore. How do you know she’s not after your money?” Joni says.

“How would you know that? You know nothing about my love life. So what if she works at a bookstore? I like her for who she is. She’s the perfect girl for me.” He says.

“She’s not even that pretty either.” Meg adds.

“You know what, fuck you guys!” He says before walking out of the dining room.

Everyone gasped when Ransom said that. Ransom went to the bathroom you were crying in. He heard your cries from outside of the door.

“Sweetheart?” Ransom went to open the bathroom door, only to find out that it’s locked. “Sweetheart, unlock the door please.” He pleads softly.

You walked over to the door and unlocked it. Ransom opened it, his heart breaking when he seen tears on your face. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back to comfort you. Your tears got on his sweater, but Ransom didn’t mind it.

“I’m sorry they said those things to you.” Ransom murmurs.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, looking up at him with teary eyes.

“Absolutely not.” He wiped your tears away. “They’re just assholes. I love you for who you are. I think you’re beautiful and I don’t mind you working at a bookstore.” He says.

You looked up at Ransom.

“You- You love me and think I’m beautiful?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

“Of course I do.” He whispers.

Ransom cups your cheeks and kissed you passionately. Your hands grasped onto his sweater, melting into his touch. You were breathless when he pulled away from your lips, looking deep in your eyes.

“I love you too, Ransom.” You whispered.

“Do you want to be mine?” He asks.

“Yes I do!” You smiled.

Ransom smiles and pecks your lips a few times.

“How about we get out of here and get pizza or something?” He suggests, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I like the sound of that.” You murmured softly, kissing his lips sweetly and softly.

💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸

-Bucky’s Doll

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Can I make a angsty hurt/comfort request ?

Okay, so it’s like male!reader who’s a father to a kid, and he has the team over for dinner after a case.

Then his kid decides to come out to him by saying like “I’m gay, I like the same gender” or whatever (but obviously not like that but similar??)

And then reader goes like “you’re not gay, silly! Everyone likes the same gender a little bit! Maybe even more than the opposite gender!” But could you please add this dialogue in because I think it would be funny!! And he’s like: “I sometimes fantasise about being in a relationship/having sex (whichever you want to write) with your friend’s dad, but that doesn’t mean I’m gay!”

And the team and his kid look at him with shock/horror/confusion and he’s just standing there like… “what..? 😅” because he actually thinks this (his parents were homophobic and took him to conversion therapy when he asked if everyone like the same gender in that way)

Then someone from the team takes his kid out of the room to tell them that they’re valid and stuff and the rest of the team explain to reader that no, not everyone likes the same gender and that he might need to try and discover himself.

Plus whatever else you want!! Happy or sad ending is up to you!! (I think happy would be nice but maybe it can be a sad ending and a part two ??)

No pressure!! This is all up to you and you don’t even have to write it!!!

Love you !!!

- 🎀

Hiya, thank you for sending this in, this is an amazing idea! I hope I've done it justice (and sorry it's taken me so long)

Warnings: homophobia, internal homophobia (saying these just in case)

"I, um, I wanted to tell you all something." You watched as your son, Ethan shifts nervously for a moment. "I'm gay."

You shake your head, "No, you're not." And just like that, everyone around you freezes. "Everyone has a crush on the same gender." You wave your hand, dismissing him.

Ethan's face drops slightly, pushing the food on his plate around with his fork. "Look, I'm just saying it's normal to like the same gender, even more than the opposite gender. Take me, for example, I have crushes on men all the time. Like your friend Nathan, his dad? I have thoughts all the time about how I'd want to be in a relationship with him. That doesn't make me gay."

You look around, sensing everyone's eyes on you. A variety of different emotions are going around the table, shock, horror, disbelief, hurt.

"What?" You ask, taking another bite of pasta.

Garcia looks at Ethan, "Come on, let's step out for a minute," She gives him a kind smile and they both leave the room, Reid following them.

You look at the remaining members of the team, "What?"

"You know that's not true, right?"

"What's not true?"

"Not everyone is attracted to the same sex," Morgan said, you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, Morgan, they are." You shrugged, "Ethan's just confused. He'll come to terms with it."

"I don't think Ethan's the one who's confused." Prentiss chimed.

"What do you mean?" You ask, giving a soft scoff. "Of course he is."

"I think you're confused." Reid spoke up.

"Everyone has those thoughts." You stated.

"No, they haven't." Morgan argued, "I have never once found another man attractive."

"Not one?" You asked, finding that hard to believe.

"No."

You blinked. None of thise made any sense. "You're joking, you've got to be."

"What makes you think it's normal?"

"When I told my parents about it, that's what they said."

"They told you that?" Prentiss asked, sharing a look with Morgan.

"Yeah," You nodded. "So, I carried on with my life. And Ethan will do the same."

Morgan frowned, before sighing. "It's not something everyone thinks or feels, (Y/N)." He paused.

"Wait. No, hold on." You said, rubbing a hand over your face. "Does that mean that-?"

When you don't finish the sentence, Prentiss does for you. "That you like men?"

"Yeah." You said awkwardly at the question.

"Probably." Was her response.

You frowned. That quite literally went against everything you thought you knew about yourself. Your relationship with Ethan's mum before you separated, as well as every relationship with a woman ever. As well as the bond you had felt growing up with your best friend.

"That changes things." You said, blinking slowly. "I should probably go speak to Ethan."

The team gave soft nods and you headed out into the lounge, where Ethan was, leaning against Garcia, eyes red with Reid on his left. Your heart sank, you looked a lot like that after the conversation with your parents actually. You swallowed, trying to ignore the twinge in your stomach at the thought of passing this confusion onto your son as your parents had you.

"Ethan?" You asked softly, he looked up, quick to wipe the tears from his eyes. "Can I speak to you quickly?"

He only nods when Penelope squeezes his hand in reassurance. "We can stay here, if you want." She says to him softly, and he nods again.

You swallow heavily once again. "I'm sorry." You stated, carefully sitting in the seat opposite him. "I... I wasn't aware that it wasn't something everyone experienced. I repeated what my parents told me and in doing so, I hurt you."

Ethan watches you for a second. "It's not your fault-"

"You don't need to try to make me feel better kid." You said, "I told you what they told me, and in doing so, I invalidated you and your feelings. I dismissed you, and that's not okay."

When he opens his mouth to argue, you give him a firm look and he sighs slightly. "But you also didn't know any better."

"I should have." You reminded, "But I do now. So, I'm so sorry for how I reacted. And I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to talk to me about it, and I'm sorry my original reaction wasn't what you were expecting, or what you deserved."

"That's okay dad," Ethan smiled, a split second passed. "So, Nathan's dad, huh?"

"I will ground you."

"That's a hate crime."

[stickybowl]

fic idea: alex calls oscar to come over to his apartment and oscar accidentally knocks on carlos' door instead

Oscar is an idiot.

There is no better description of himself than that. A few hours before he has to fly to Australia, he rummages through his apartment looking for his padel racket like a starved animal. He swears he put it here or here. Maybe there. Okay, maybe he doesn't know where he's put it.

He sits down on his couch thinking about where he's left it. Kim has arranged a padel match with himself and Lando and his own trainer for when they get to Australia. He supposes he can ask Kim if he has an extra racket he can borrow. He can't ask Lando, he'll be made fun of and at the end he would still be a racket short.

He was just about to ring Kim up when his eye catches another contact name. Alex.

Alex!

He played with Alex a few days ago and funnily enough that was the last time he could remember seeing his racket. How could he be so forgetful?

He calls Alex immediately, wincing when he realizes it is quite late for it to be acceptable to call but his flight is in a few hours so he calls anyway.

A few rings before Alex picks up, "Hello?"

"Alex! I...Are you in Monaco, still?"

"Oscar? Yeah. Yeah, what's up?"

"Did you perhaps bring home my racket from the other day?"

"Hm. Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you. It's right here. Do you need it now?"

Oscar cheers quietly.

"Uh. Yeah, if it's alright? I need to fly in a couple of hours."

"Okay. I'll send you my address."

"Thanks, mate. Appreciate it."

Immediately after Alex sends him his address he gets going. It's not that far considering Monaco is pretty small anyway. He walks from his apartment to Alex's while mentally noting down his schedule for the next days.

When he gets there, the receptionist just greets him probably been alarmed of Oscar's arrival beforehand. Alex's apartment building is nice, not so dissimilar to Oscar's. He double checks the door number before he knocks on the door. A part of him feels a little guilty for bothering Alex for his racket but he knows Alex doesn't mind. He promises both himself and Alex that this will be the last time. Alex just laughs and teases him about his non-existent padel skills.

He waits for the door to open which is quite a long time. Still, he wills himself to be patient. After a few more seconds, when he was just about to knock again, the door swings open.

"Oscar?"

Oscar steps back in shock. He feels his cheeks burning up out of embarrassment and.. something else. His lips part in shock and, quite frankly a little too dramatically, gasps.

First of all. What the heck.

Second. This isn't Alex's apartment.

Third. What the heck.

Carlos runs his hair through his sweaty yet still perfect hair (damn him). Oscar gulps as he takes in the sight of Carlos before him. Shirtless. Nothing but boxers. Skin. Skin everywhere.

Carlos' torso gleams with sweat and his chest is rising and falling quite rapidly. His mouth is open in confusion, a mirror to Oscar's expression. He gulps one more time and forces words out of his mouth.

"Uh. Alex. I was going. I need. I need Alex."

Carlos' eyebrow twitches up, curious or doubtful, Oscar can't tell. Carlos purses his lips and points to the door across. Oscar nods in defeat. He hopes this doesn't reach Lando ever. He will never hear the end of it.

"Yeah. Thanks. Sorry. You can go back doing..."

"Carlos?"

Before Oscar completes what he was about to say, a voice comes from behind Carlos calling for him. A woman wrapped in a blanket comes out from a hallway. Fuck. Oscar may be an idiot but he's not that stupid. He might have just interrupted Carlos Sainz having sex.

"Oh. I'm." Oscar stutters, at loss for words.

"Goodnight, Oscar."

Oscar didn't get to reply before the door shuts down on him. He's left at his place staring at where Carlos used to be except now he's covered by a door.

What the fuck.

[valwrites-stuff]

Hi, I just wanted to say I love your work so much and I was wondering if you can please write about Jason finding out reader is a lead guitarist of a metal band?

Thank you so much, hope this turned out decent and you like it ❤️

Guitar goddess

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ fluff, strangers to lovers

After seeing you a few times at parties and at the bar, Jason couldn't help but feel drawn to you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you carried yourself with confidence, it all captivated him. He found himself developing a little crush on you, unable to shake the feeling every time he saw you.

One night, at a friend's party, Jason finally mustered up the courage to approach you as he found you sitting there all by yourself, on the steps of the front porch, peacefully enjoying a cigarette. "Hey there, mind if I join you?"

As Jason's voice cut through the crisp evening air, you turned your head to regard him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

He looked a bit unsteady on his feet, likely due to the alcohol coursing through his veins. Despite this, there was an undeniable spark of confidence in his eyes as he made his way over, claiming the space beside you.

"Not at all," you replied with a gentle smile, taking another slow drag from your cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray between your feet.

Jason sat down carefully, his thigh brushing against yours in a fleeting touch.

"I've seen you around but never really had a chance to talk," he said, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

"Name's Jason, by the way." He extended a hand towards you, his gaze flicking up to meet yours.

As he spoke, you noticed the way the dim porch light cast a warm glow across his features, the strong jawline, the piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a quiet intensity, and the curly brown hair that framed his face.

"I noticed you too. I'm glad we finally get a chance to talk. It's nice to meet you, Jason," you responded and shook his hand, taking in his ruggedly handsome features.

"You looked like you could use some company out here." Jason said, his deep voice sending a flutter through your chest. "Besides, I couldn't resist the chance to talk to the most intriguing woman at this party."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, a soft blush spreading across your face as you met Jason's gaze. There was something undeniably charming about the way he looked at you, his eyes holding a sincerity that put you at ease.

"Well thanks, I suppose I do stand out from the crowd." You teased and couldn't help but chuckle at his words.

You talked for what felt like hours, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you. Jason's laugh was infectious, and you found yourself smiling wider with each passing moment.

He was enchanted by your looks and aura of mystery. There was something about you that piqued his curiosity, and he found himself wanting to know more about you.

You had a way of keeping people guessing, never revealing too much about yourself. Jason was intrigued by this, and he couldn't help but feel a strong attraction towards you. He needed to unravel the mystery that surrounded you.

Little did Jason know, you were the lead guitarist in a metal band, a fact that you had kept hidden from him, but he would eventually find out by himself, knowing that Metallica would play at the same venue as your band the following weekend.

As the night wore on, Jason's gaze became more intense and you could tell he was interested. "Can I see you again?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for a response.

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I'd like that," you replied and his face lit up with a radiant grin. "Care to give me your phone number?"

You nodded and rummaged through your purse, searching for a pen and paper, but all you could find was a crumpled tissue.

You smiled sheepishly as you scribbled your number on the makeshift paper, handing it to Jason with a laugh.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he took the tissue from you. "Thanks, I'll treasure it," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Just then, one of your friends appeared, tugging on your arm to get you back to the party.

You bid Jason a hasty goodbye, slightly disappointed to leave his side. But as you turned to leave, you caught his eye, and the spark between you ignited once more.

...

The sticky floors of the venue clung to the soles of Jason’s sneakers as he navigated through the crowd the following weekend.

The adrenaline from their show still thrummed beneath his skin, a pleasant buzz accompanying the clinking of beer bottles and loud guitar sounds.

Metallica had just finished their set, that had gone down well with the Friday night crowd. Now, they were in relaxation mode, grabbing well-deserved drinks and watching the next band on stage.

As Jason leaned against the bar, sipping on his beer, he noticed Kirk nudging him as he stared at the stage in front of them. "Hey, isn't that the girl you met at the party?"

Curiosity piqued as Jason looked up, scanning the crowd before his eyes followed Kirk's gaze to the stage.

And that's when he saw you. His jaw hit the floor. You were a vision in black leather and lace, your fingers flying over the strings of your guitar with a skill that left him breathless. Your long, dark hair cascaded down your back, eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

Jason was at a loss for words as he stared at you, mind racing to make sense of the situation. How could he have not known that you were the lead guitarist of the band playing tonight? You didn't tell him anything about being the lead guitarist in a metal band.

He watched you in a daze, the initial attraction he felt towards you before exploding into something much, much more powerful.

The way you commanded the stage, the passion that poured from you with every note, it was breathtaking. He felt a primal urge to know you and this raw, untamed energy that pulsed through you.

He knew, with a sudden, startling certainty, that he needed to have you in his life. He needed to call you his. Jason felt a thrill course through him. This was going to be interesting.

...

The moment Jason spotted you backstage, adrenaline surged through his veins. He pushed past crew members and roadies, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached you. You looked up, startled, as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into Metallica's dressing room.

The door slammed shut behind you, leaving you alone in there. Jason released your arm only to gently pin you against the wall, his body pressing close. "I'm sorry, but how could you keep this from me?" he demanded. "Lead guitarist of a metal band? That's who you really are?"

You tilted your head, feigning nonchalance despite the butterflies ravaging your stomach. "Hi Jason...I think you would have found out eventually, as I can see." You replied with a coy smile.

"Do you know that you just got ten times hotter?" Jason replied with a serious expression, eyes sincere.

You were a bit taken back by Jason's straight forwardness, but you tried not to let it show, as you responded with a smirk. "Ten times, hm?" You mused in a flirty tone as your eyes locked with his.

"Fuck yeah." The corner of Jason's lips tugged up in a smirk. He could feel his heart racing and his palms getting a little sweaty, but he tried his hardest to keep himself cool and collected.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," He said as he rested his hand on the wall just next to your shoulder and leant closer to you.

Your gaze locked with Jason's, a sparkle of mischief dancing in your irises as you felt the warmth of his hand beside you. You tilted your chin slightly, daring him to make the next move.

Jason closed the remaining distance, his mouth crashing against yours in a fervent kiss. His lips were firm, demanding, claiming your own as if staking his ownership. You moaned softly into the embrace, the sound muffled by your sealed mouths.

Your hands came up to grip his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you responded with equal fervor. You kissed deeply, passionately, without preamble, lost in the all-consuming need to bridge the gap between you.

Breaking the contact with a gasp, you gazed up at Jason, your pupils blown wide with arousal. A rosy blush painted your cheeks as you searched his features, a hint of wonder and trepidation swirling within your chest.

"God, I've wanted to do this since the night we met." Jason breathed, his voice husky with longing.

Your lips met again in a fierce, desperate kiss, tongues entwining in a sensual dance as you devoured each other's taste. The world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you lost in a haze of lust and longing.

[beefcakekinard]

43 + 45 for bucktommy 💕💕💕

43. falling asleep with their head in your lap +

45. running hands through hair

In the unflattering fluorescent hospital lighting, in a hard plastic visitor's chair, Evan looks wan. The light hits his face at odd angles, dragging down the deep bags under his eyes, draining his skin of its colour, its rosy vital glow.

Tommy has never seen anyone look so beautiful.

"Hey, baby," he rasps. He tries to clear his throat and ends up in a coughing fit that sets pain lancing through his body. Evan's eyes widen and in his rush to get a straw between Tommy's lips, he spills water on Tommy's chest.

"Hey, hey, it's good to see you awake," Evan says as Tommy sips his water. "How are you feeling?"

Tommy lets the straw go and tries to take stock. He looks down at himself - his left leg is in a cast from his hip down, as is his left arm. They both hurt in a dull, vague way, same as his ribs and his head. There's an IV line running through the back of his right hand. His stomach turns a little at the sight so he looks away. He's not great with needles.

"It hurts," he says, frowning. He looks back up at Evan, who plasters a fake smile on his face. "What happened?"

Evan takes his hand, carefully, cups Tommy's fingers between both of his hands without jostling the IV. "You don't remember?"

Tommy shakes his head and decides never to do that again when it makes the room spin.

"You were- there was an accident," Evan says, stroking his thumb down the back of Tommy's index finger. "You, uh, you got hit by- by a car."

"Oh." Tommy looks into Evan's eyes. They're so pretty. "Really?"

Evan smiles a little - this one is real, Tommy can tell. "Yeah. What's the last thing you remember?"

Tommy thinks, tries to grasp the memory of what he was doing before he woke up. It's hard to hold onto any one thought - it's like chasing bubbles. The second he gets his hands on one, it pops, gone. Evan likes to blow bubbles for Jee. She runs through them, twirling until each and every one is gone, and asks again, again! It's so cute it makes Tommy giggle.

"What's so funny, huh?" Evan asks. He's smiling still, kind of, but he looks confused.

"You're so cute," Tommy explains. He knows Evan will get what he means. Evan always gets what he means. Case in point: he laughs, which makes Tommy smile even more because he loves that sound.

"You enjoying that morphine, babe?"

Tommy almost shakes his head - but then he remembers he shouldn't. "I don't like morphine. It makes me nauseous." He pulls his hand out of Evan's hold and presses his thumb to Evan's birthmark. It fits his thumb so perfectly. Like Cinderella's shoe. "I like you, Cinderella."

Evan laughs for real, then, big and loud, and Tommy feels proud of himself. It's his job to make Evan happy. His hand is dislodged, but he raises it again, landing it in Evan's hair. It doesn't feel like gel, like he's used to, all he feels are Evan's soft curls, and he could get addicted to how they glide under his fingers. He pulls Evan closer, then down, so he's resting his head on Tommy's hip, and Tommy doesn't have to lift his hand so high to touch his hair. Evan's still smiling up at him.

"You look tired," Tommy says. Evan proves his point by yawning.

"I'm fine. You're the one who needs his rest." Evan lays a hand on Tommy's knee. He likes it, he always likes when Evan touches him.

"You can sleep," Tommy says. He traces his thumb across Evan's dark under-eye, making his eyelashes flutter, and on his way back to burying his fingers in Evan's hair he presses his thumb into Evan's birthmark again. "I want you to."

"Will you sleep if I do?"

"Yeah," Tommy lies. He thinks Evan sees through him, because Evan knows him so well, but he still closes his eyes and nuzzles against Tommy's hip.

Tommy focuses on brushing his fingers through Evan's hair, letting his curls bounce back into shape before he reaches them again, following the soothing rhythm of Evan's breathing. He loses track of time; it drips, slow like the motion of his fingers, slow like his thoughts that remain out of reach, and before he has a chance to notice it, his own eyes have grown heavy.

He falls back asleep in pain, still - but with Evan's head a welcome weight on his hip, Evan's hand on his knee, his fingers tangled up in Evan's hair, it's easy to ignore.

[heybiji]

I followed because your artstyle is CAPTIVATING and ENERGETIC and COOL

and of course for dandelion!! 🌻🌼🏵

aw geez, thanks!!

[uhohdad]

SO I HAVE THOUGHTS. THE FIRST THOUGHT IS HOW DARE YOU

H O W

DARE

YOU

(affectionate)

SECOND.

:C

THIRDLY.

You wrote so much for us and so well omg I hope you get some rest. Your hands must be sore from all the fire they're producing.

This is my favourite series. I keep coming back to reread the other parts. Part 3 was my favourite of the series. It was so nice and sweet. A fun little breath of air. The waterfall? Perfection. The ending? Had me wanting to throw my phone across the room ┻⁠┻⁠︵⁠ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠︵⁠┻⁠┻

I can't wait to read the last part :') :') :')

Sending you lots of love and encouragement 🫶🏼💕💖✨

i hope you know that it literally means the world to me that my work means this much to you. i’m over the moon that y’all see my works the way i see them fr. it’s actually bonkers <3 🥹🥹🥹💗🩷💞💕

Been working on The Aftermath a lot today!! sorry if i haven’t been posting enough writing lmao just tryna crank this baddie out. so honored y’all are excited for it 😭

⌜ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[murdleandmarot]

Uhm 7, 2 and 3!!

hi hello again!!! <3333

It’s super late but I promised myself that I’d answer this ask tonight and also I wanna. Not think about that stupid poll. so ask time!!!!!

2. A headcanon you weren’t sure about at first, but have come to like:

Tugger and Skimble’s friendship!! At first I was like. Are you guys sure? They didn’t hang out at all :(

But!!! Thanks to everyone’s propaganda, I saw the light. Skimble and Tugger have such bestie potential, they’re so funny together. The master of order vs the agent of chaos. They’re friends <3

3. A character that fandom had helped you appreciate:

Again, Skimbleshanks. I was neutral on him, (still loved him lots, just not that passionate).

This is mostly because all I knew is that he was silly and he did rly well in the 2019 movie, (and my dad’s infamous skimble hatred. Truly what is his problem). But!!! Thanks mostly in part to @mysticalcats’s propaganda (ily lots bestie) I grew to truly appreciate our favorite train cat. He truly is the cat of the railway train.

7. Your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

I have a ton!!!! For reading, I really appreciate the ✨dramatics✨. Huge fan of Macavity and Misto fics, a lot of really interesting concepts there that I love a lot. Also seeing the backstory of some of the kittens (Skimble finding Misto and Vicci fic ILYYYY 🫶).

Writing is tough because it’s kind of an on and off thing. Writing Jemima’s perspective is really fun, and so is writing dialogue and humor for the cats. I especially liked writing a scene that included Bombalurina and Demeter together, they’re so sweet.

None of it’s really that good, but it’s self indulgent in a rly specific way and it’s nice to play around with.

DRAWING IS THE BEST EVER 🫶🫶🫶 I like doing pintrest poses with different cats, cat oc art is my favorite in the world, I loved that one era where I just. Collected random OCs and painted them.

One of my favorite works is the Bluebelle and Bluebeard painting I did, I love angst art SO fucking much, and I wish I did/saw more of it 💔

(PSA to cats OC artists. Make more art forever. For me 💕)

[sentientcave]

your new chapter of retirement party was amazing! i love how price was tender w/ reader even if she tried to escape. i need to know what he told the boys i know he berated them good. thank you so much for an amazing chapter as usual!! also sorry english isnt my first language :<

First off, never apologize for your english, you speak more than one language, which puts you one up on me! You're doing great

And I'm so glad you're enjoying it! Writing Price is so much fun, dancing between insidious and charming and leaving everyone wondering if he's a good guy or a very bad one is downright delightful. And we do find out some of what he said to the boys in one of the next few chapters! I can't wait for the yelling people are going to do about it. >:)

[suddencolds]

you’re incredibly thoughtful. i feel like i really connect to the way you express your observations of the world, and whether it’s a general post or a fic you’ve written i always find myself excited to read your thoughts. i think you give a lot of yourself to others and that writing in general means a lot to you- which is evident from the thoughtful way you respond to other people’s work and the support of your own. all the praise you get is well deserved, and i always find myself happy when you express your small victories and wishing you the best through the online glimpse i get of life’s ups and downs 😭

🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ ASTER AFKJLJKJSFHXFJKAL THIS IS SO SWEET WHAT 😭😭😭😭😭 Thank you so sincerely for the kind words!! It means a lot to me that you read my more long form/unstructured thoughts; tbh every time I share more personal musings about my life on here, it kind of feels like posting to a void, so I'm always pleasantly surprised when people find them worthwhile to read 😭

What you said about my work is so kind too? Thank you!!! I am always excited to read your thoughts too; hearing your thoughts on fandom and relationships and writing/prose is always so interesting, it always gives me a rush of joy when I see messages from you. I feel like this is I wasn't expecting such a nice ask, reading this brought me so much joy 😭❤️

[secondpersonpoetry]

hi! oh my goodness. i am SO sorry i didn’t say anything earlier. i did read everything a couple days ago, and i Have been chewing on it, rotating it in my mind, etc etc…..and the graphic has been my phone lockscreen since i first read it!!!!!

frankly i am obsessed and have also been a little frazzled this month lol. saw your post late because of the general whirlwind that is december and then couldn’t quite get my thoughts into sufficient words n got worried “oh no would it be weird to say something now…..” which is incredibly silly in retrospect, so sorry for that. 

i’m relatively new to hockey fandom and the Narratives don’t always quite click for me (yet, at least :)) because i don’t know all of the lore for a lot of the popular pairings haha, so it means a lot that you’ve taken time out of your day to break things down for me and share your own thoughts <3 tysm. again, super sorry for the delayed response. i’m very sorry if you felt as though you’d wasted your time or something along those lines :’) just wanted to let you know that i really appreciate you and the time it took you to get everything down and make the graphic!!!! and like i can’t overstate how much your tags both over here and on your other blog have helped me to Get It since the start of this season, so thank you.

but now the house is quiet, the in-laws are gone, and no new work stuff until january :) so i can finally get some stuff down. every point you brought up hits in it own way but gosh you are very incredibly right the mcstrome of it all…..that’s sort of the lens i’ve been listening to the song through since you mentioned it.

the golden boy and the “draft bust” and the ever present notion of “isn’t it all about old friends? like everything? all of it?”.  like idk looking back on a bestfriendship from when you were a teenager that was Super intense and the lines were blurred and maybe realizing (if you hadn’t had the words or the “guts” or awareness or wtv to put a name to it at that point in your life) that y’all were a smidge more than just friends. 

best friends forever until you just aren’t! growing up and growing apart. it’s just the way things go but it can and will ache for a damn long time! you think you’re over it until their birthday or the holidays roll around and you wonder in a distant sort of way who they’re spending it with. what you would’ve hypothetically gotten them as a present if you still spoke. what do they even like nowadays, anyway?

maybe having the friendship end subtly. going from playing and traveling together and living in one another’s pockets to 2,080 miles of distance? (i may have my timeline/details confused here so sorry in advance) texting as much as you can at first but he’s a phenom he’s mcjesus he’s the next in line he’s expected to win the cup with his new team and end the drought for Canada. and they have him now but he was yours first, wasn’t he? but it’s fine. because you’re busy too. you’re captaining the team now. you’re gonna get the memorial cup that he couldn’t. it’s fine. you’re fine. you don’t even have time to worry about it anyway. 

one conversation a week turns to one a month turns to once in a blue moon turns to stale words until it goes cold. these days you can’t quite seem to remember who ended things, but does it really matter all that much now?

or maybe it doesn’t end like that at all. maybe it ends in a flurry of angry words and digs in some or other of the endless hotel rooms you’ve shared together over the years. who knows!

and that’s not even getting into the rest of the 2015 draft class. or the ld19 of it all! ooh hoo hoo. you grew up with him but he’s not your waiting room. he grew up with you but he’ll grow “old” (end his career) with someone else. and isn’t that just something! 

i don’t think it’s totally them, but sort of the sentiment of “I hope you get everything you ever wanted and I hope I never hear a word about it.” I want one ticket off of your carousel!!!! merry christmas, please don’t call!!!!!!!

dylan being sent up and down and traded around until finally landing in washington, a place where he is clearly at home and LOVED for the guy and player he is!!!!!!!! watching a game and seeing all the strome jerseys in the crowd……..wagh.

all that said. some other songs that are mcstrome to me in various ways: hot & heavy by lucy dacus (lol kinda the whole song). before the world was big by girlpool (“i just miss how it felt standing next to you wearing matching [jerseys? sweaters?] before the world was big”). happiness by Taylor swift (“i guess it’s the price i pay for seven years in heaven”), cut your bangs by radiator hospital (maybe? possibly? unsure. i like the whole dog thing there). i’m so glad i feel this way about you by insignificant other (!!!!!). there are so many THEM lyrics in there……..waough.

anyway. other things off the top of my head: 2015 connor specifically saying something like “hey let’s wait a minute so we can see this” to stand by the stage when dylan was getting drafted after him. MAN. you reminded me of the fact that they couldn’t even make eye contact at the handshake line!!!!!!!!! they didn’t go to each other’s weddings!!!!!!!!!! (do you think once upon a time they ever thought they’d being each other’s best man?). just a couple months ago dylan liking the tweet of connor getting that goal during the playoffs!!!!!!!! makes you wonder if he texted him………..

lol this was all over the place and i was probably wrong on some things and there’s SO much more that someone else could say way more eloquently, but i digress. i dunno everything about them is so nuts to me!!!!! needless to say i will be incredibly sat for the game january 21 🙂‍↕️

thank you again for your time :) hope you have a good one and a happy rest of the holiday season! <3333333

what a lovely message to receive 🥰😭🥹 i had to break it up into chunks because i couldn't sit down to read all of it at once without just. bouncing right back up and shrieking. i am also at heart terribly shy so i understand the struggle but it is never too late to say something <3 you are always welcome here

first!!! i love sharing!! i think most of hockey tumblr loves to see people finding out the Lore for the first time and the wonderful thing about hockey is that. it keeps going on. so there's years and years and generations and generations and always something new to learn about. i've learned to just not be afraid to ask!!! between different teams and players i'm always discovering new narratives (learning about the sharks old man yaoi rn... cbj rarepairs...)

no... to my heart's despair... you have the timeline right. i think in the best most tragic sense there's a mcstrome narrative where it is truly that nothing went wrong. the love was there. we couldn't do enough to save it because we didn't see it slipping away. i didn't notice when you didn't call until you never did. i don't know you now but i still remember when i did, do you?

HE'S NOT YOUR WAITING ROOM?? passing out. i do see "i hope you get everything you ever wanted and i hope i never hear a word about it" as them because!! they didn't go to each other's weddings!!! i don't wish you harm but i'm not going to put myself through that!! i hope you're happy and i'm never going to look on purpose.

i love dylan strome so much and the best part is that they all love him so much too. he wore a cool vintage ovechkin jacket!! and got slapped in the face with a tortilla!! he loves to gently rag on the rookies!! it just takes some time, everything'll be just fine. you're only on the middle of the ride.

OKAY WHEN I READ THIS PART I SCREAMED BECAUSE I DO HAVE A MCSTROME PLAYLIST AND!!!! HOT & HEAVY BY LUCY DACUS IS IN FACT ON IT!!! SO IS CUT YOUR BANGS (BUT BY GIRLPOOL SO DOUBLE JINX)!!!! i have dorothea by taylor swift on there but i don't know happiness so i'll have to give all the other songs a listen. mostly i just shrieked because i was like NO YOU GOT THE VIBES EXACTLY

🧠〰️🧠 truly the mind meld happening here. the handshake line. the mutual wedding non-invitations. i won't block your number or your name on twitter i just hope i don't see it come up on screen!! i do think that we got confirmation the last time they played each other that dylan did text him to say congrats on a milestone but i would have to check the archives

p.s. i think you said it perfectly eloquently :) what matters is that you said it at all and i was delighted to read it 💕