#thanks for the tag Becca! 💖

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Tag Game 💌

Tagged by @beccaanne814, thanks for the tag, Becca! 💖

Tea, coffee or soda?

Tea (and herbal infusions)

Dogs or cats?

When I was younger, I thought I was a dog person...but now I've two adorable cats, and I love them with my whole heart. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛ So I'm not that sure about being a dog person 😅 Let's just say that I love both!

Can you play an instrument?

I play the piano.

What's your sun sign?

Virgo

First song lyric that pops into your head?

"And instinct is stronger than reason, it's just human nature to me" (I'll Be Ready - Jimi Jamison)

Do you have any tattoos?

No (or not yet)

Favorite place you've traveled?

Vancouver, Castles in the Loire Valley, Budapest, Maremma beaches, Dolomites, Drôme Provençale (I can't pick one 🫠)

What's the last movie you watched?

Tár

What languages do you speak?

Italian, English, I also studied French for years but it's rusty now, I spoke a little Spanish (now very rusty) and I speak a few words of Chinese...I would love to resume studying French, Spanish and Chinese.

Do you have any hobbies?

Swimming, reading (fanfictions, manga, books), writing fanfictions, hiking, travelling, talking about movies/anime/tv series with friends.

You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose?

At the moment, I'm pretty sure I would choose Jake "Hangman" Seresin. 💘

Compliment yourself:

I have grown and I am loved.

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Tagging (no pressure and no rush...but a big hug to all of you! ❤️): @earthangel-44 @redfurrycat @emseebeans @itshoneywhatever @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare @midnighterapollo

[duusheen]

Sweet Beginnings Tag 🌿

“This tag is all about looking at your past. All you need to do is to find one of the first screenshots you ever took (preferably also published), and post it beside the recent one! And tell everybody when you took that first picture! Oh, and don’t forget to tag your posts! #sweet beginnings tag”

first published screenie (2021) -> fairly recent one! (2023)

thank you @rebouks 💕 muack!

imma taaag.. @aurorangen @natolesims @rainymoodlet @theosconfessions @pralinesims @panicsimss @gothoffspring and anyone else who wants to do this (ofc ignore if u cba 🧡)

[jaehwany]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite people (positivity is cool)🎶✨

hi becca!! 🥰️ i'm the kind to get super into 1 artist or album and then just keep listening to it non-stop but here's some of what i've been listening to more recently

steal the show - shaun ft. jeff satur

hook - gemini norawit (msp ost supremacy 🥹)

the right words - gentle bones

nong (น้อง) - three man down ft. urboytj

slipped your mind - f.hero, tilly birds

[mommahughes19-23]

Award Show - Q.H

@beccatkachuk : my winner

tagged : @jackhughes @_quinnhughes @lhughes_06 @elblue6

location : Vegas

_quinnhughes : thank you babyyy💖💖💖💖

bboeser : THATS MY CAPTAINNNNNN 🫦🫦🫦

zadorov_16 : cuties

eliaspettersson : mmmmmmmmffffffff look at my quinny baby 🤤🤤🤤

matthew_tkachuk : you will never be anything but my lil brothers best friend to me , I cant believe your dating my sister lol. 😬😬

kuzya_096 : oooo you look like a lil model, and im not talking abut you Becca heheheh 🥴

↪ beccatkachuk : could you not be a perv for like 10 seconds . HES MINE

tdemko30 : couldn't be more proud of you quinny!!!! glad lex and I could be there to witness

↪ beccatkachuk : STOP BC YOU AND QUINNS HUG MADE ME TEAR UP OMG

bradytkachuk : at least youre wearing clothing @beccatkachuk

arturssilovs1 : QUINNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

lindholmelias : I feel like a proud dad

taryntkachuk : dang sis who was your photographer ? bomb ass job

↪ beccatkachuk : some chick idk her name

_tylermyers_ : happyyy cappppyyyy

soucy71 : aaaaaaaaaahhhhh

katepettersen_ : stunnnnnnnning & handsome!

elblue6 : HONEYYYYY! You look beautiful! So happy we got to catch up last night, its like since you started dating Quinn he forgets we've known you since diapers!!💖🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

colecaufield : oo go quinn

nilshoglander : I cant wait to give you a big HUGHES hug tehehe

jackhughes : CONGRATS BUDDDDYYYY

lhughes_06 : proud of you dude

nicohischier : BIGGGG CONGRATS DUDE!!!! thats sickkkkk

dawson1417 : wait a diddly doo da moment I know you!

luca.fantilli : LSFGGGGG SO PROUD OF YOU BROTHAAAA!

edwards.73 : that’s my best friends big brother!!!

dylanduke25 : QUINNNNNYYYYY BOP YASSSSSSS

jacob_truscott20 : go bestie go

adamfantilli : 🫡🫡

g.brindley4 : 🏆🏆🏆

seamuscasey36 : a legend

A.N :

in honor of quinny winny here you go :) sometimes posts like this are awk after a few comments bc idk what else to have them say other than congrats lmaoooo

tagged : @skylershines @noahkahansorangejuice @quinnylouhughesx43

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Weather the storm // e.m x gn!reader ft. Uncle Wayne

Summary: You need some help to help yourself but Eddie needs help to help you because he's never seen you like this before. Luckily, Uncle Wayne has a wealth of life experiences which he uses to aid Eddie, who can then help you. Eddie just wants you safe, healthy and happy.

Tw; comfort, fluff, I've written so many fics like this already but oh well have another one because we all need a hug from our Uncle Wayne, reader has trouble communicating and uses the weather system to describe their mood, reader stops eating and sleeping as much (poor self-care due to low mood; vicious cycle which they're aware of but lack the want to change it), reader cries, Eddie & Uncle Wayne worry, Uncle Wayne is a hand-holding sweetheart, Eddie and Uncle Wayne refer to each other FREQUENTLY as son & dad respectively because that's the canonical truth and I won't listen to anything else, I only refer to him as Uncle Wayne because calling him 'Wayne' with no precursor feels rude as all hell. Not sure why!

Dedicated to @stevesmunsons, who is going through something incredibly difficult but is still doing her best and kicking ass. Eddie would tell you that it's okay to feel, it's okay to cry, you're still the most metal ever in his eyes, he loves you and he'll always be there, 'kay? 'Kay. I love you lots, Sarah, and I'm sending you lots of love and hugs!💖💖💖 I also dedicate this wholeheartedly to you for always being so sweet and giving with the Eddie edits!!!! You have no idea how light and happy your creations make me feel and how tightly I grip my phone just to feel him closer.🥺Thank you, thank you, thank you.💖I hope you enjoy, Sarah!🌸

Fic specific tags: @neewtmas @maladaptive-day-dreams @sadbitchfangirl @tayhar811 @captainonaboat @chloe-6123 @desicroft02 @anotherdayinchuckletown @skyline4446 @cherrycolas-things @relocatedheads @madaboutmunson2 @rebelcthulhu @fluffysteampunkd @babyloutattoo89 @indiefawna @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @tinfoilhat86

Eddie tags: @eddiebunson @hersweetrevenge @sweetpeapod @sabbathsworld @hawkinsroyaloutcast @seidenbros @bakerstreethound @eddiemunsonshoney @potatos-library @gemstone-roses @hellfire1986baby @jslittlebirdie @comfortcharactercraze @heydreamchild @mywinterivy @corrodedcoffeen @m00nlight101 @3ddi3-daydreamer @pleasantlycrazyworld @samlealea @indouloureux @basicallybats @niceboyeds @manyfandomsfanvergent @becca-alexa @singularattitudeofasafetypin @knifeskiss @loving-and-dreaming @hiscrimsonangel

Word count: 3, 877.

To begin with, your mental and physical self-care had only slipped a tiny bit. It was barely enough for anyone other than you to notice. You slept an hour less than usual, you snacked a bit less, you gave yourself less time in the shower and watched television for half an hour less every night or watched everything other than what you actually wanted to watch. All that 'saved' time was used to work a bit more, a bit harder, to love yourself a bit less.

To begin with, only you noticed.

Until you didn't. Until you lost sight of yourself.

You stopped noticing the darkening bags under your eyes, the way you occasionally stumbled from exhaustion through the trailer door late at night, the way you stopped smiling when your favourite song came on the radio in Eddie's van or the way the sight of Uncle Wayne at the end of a long hard day (the start of his day spelled the end of yours; you were ships in the night) made you grin so hard you teared up, now caused you to just stare at him with glassy eyes and a barely perceptible smile. You stopped noticing that it had become easier for you to skip a meal than it was for you to actually sit down and eat something.

But Eddie didn't.

Eddie noticed everything, from the very first day you started to display signs that you weren't okay. He saw it all, kept mental notes on behaviours which cropped up which concerned him, and almost nightly relayed them back to Uncle Wayne when they were alone - what is spoken in the Munson trailer stays in the Munson trailer. It's in the Munson Doctrine and so it is a rule never broken, on pain of receiving a cold shoulder for a day or two.

The Munsons had icy shoulders when wronged.

Uncle Wayne had told Eddie to keep an eye on you, to let you come to him in your own time, and Eddie had done that. But then days had turned to weeks, weeks to a month, and Eddie couldn't take it anymore.

He had to step in.

In all honesty, if he hadn't stepped in when he did, Uncle Wayne's advice that night would have been just that:

Clearly, you needed help to help yourself.

You needed Eddie.

Eddie would deny you nothing during the best of times, but during the worst of times? He'd give you all he had and then some.

"Hey, do you think you can swing it with your boss to come home early tonight? Clouds are real dark overhead and I don't know what to do." Eddie turned and looked over his shoulder, to see what had been constant for the last half an hour; you, with a blanket thrown over your lap, staring through the television as you passively watched the images of your favourite film flicker across the screen. There was nothing on your face besides vague recognition. It sent chills down Eddie's spine to realise that even your most beloved film wasn't connecting with you and lowered his voice, "something's wrong, man."

It was the way Eddie stopped speaking in metaphors which grabbed Uncle Wayne's attention, as well as the fact that Eddie was usually the quiet supporter of the graveyard shifts and long, long hours. He was the one to cook three lots of dinner so Uncle Wayne could eat when he got home, he was the one who set the shower up so all that needed to be done was for it to be turned on, he was the one who got the pull out bed ready so all his beloved dad had to do was reheat dinner, eat, shower, then sleep.

Eddie never asked for Uncle Wayne to come home early unless it was real dark overhead. A code for 'family emergency' and one long established: ever since the Munsons had realised that you didn't always have it in you to ask for help, but you were happy to use the weather in place of a mood. No forecast had been given this morning and no forecast had been given this afternoon, either, even though it was obvious that the sun wasn't coming out for you, but this evening, Eddie had had enough of not being able to see what the weather was even when he was sat right next to you, and so he called in the one weatherman who always knew what to do.

All his life, Eddie had never once been in a situation which his dad hadn't been able to resolve or make better somehow, and this was no exception. He was sure of it.

In the end, Uncle Wayne faked a family emergency (it was more an elaboration of the truth, really, because you not feeling okay was an emergency) so that he could get out of work, on account of having no sick time available until the next quarter. He had been working at the plant long enough now that if he wanted to leave early, little about it was said and few eyebrows were raised at the daring. It was known that Wayne Munson would make up the time at a later date; his boy was probably in trouble again.

Uncle Wayne got home as quickly as he could. No traffic laws were broken, a decision made through a clenching jaw and fingers which white-knuckled the steering wheel. If he had his way, he would fly home. Hell, he would never have gone to work at all if he really wanted to get his way, but the world hadn't ever been kind to him and Uncle Wayne had sworn to himself over a decade ago that he would shield his boy from it as best as he could. Full of anger, he always chose kindness where he could, and he was nice where he couldn't be kind. It wasn't easy, but he wanted to be better than the people who had taught him how to hate. He wanted to do right by his boy. Even when his boy wasn't around to watch.

That had to count for something, right?

Uncle Wayne thought it did, and to hell with anyone else who didn't.

He had Eddie and they didn't, so who was the real winner in this situation?

On that high thought, which made Uncle Wayne's heart ache in his chest, he was home, and in no time at all did he push open the front door to the trailer with a world weary sigh. The world couldn't touch him or his boy when they were home together. It was their sanctuary from a world which sought to devour anyone born into it, turn them into just another nameless, faceless cog in the machine. A number on a spreadsheet. A statistic. But here, in this trailer? Why, it was a place of love and acceptance, tough love when required, pride always, understanding and tenderness and no judgement. Ever. For anything.

Home is where the heart is and that's why the trailer was the trailer when one or both Munsons weren't in it, but home when they were together under the same metal roof.

"Hey, kiddos!" He kept his voice level; it came out sounding gruffer than it was intended, but you and Eddie both heard the relief in his voice to be home, and the slight strain of tension in his voice when his tender blues fell upon you. He wasn't even fully in the door and already you were one of his priorities. Eddie had taken a few steps closer, like a moth to a flame when it came to his dad, but you had stayed exactly where you were, gazing absently at the television. Your usual excited greeting, the way you bounced up like a puppy when a Munson came home, was nowhere to be heard or seen and it caused similar looks of worry to cross the Munsons' faces.

"Oh, thank fuck! Dad!" Eddie was a blur of black and denim as he launched himself at Uncle Wayne, who only chuckled fondly and brought Eddie into his chest easily. It was a part of his come-home routine to catch his boy, literally; Eddie had always been fond of throwing himself out of trees, off benches, at his dad to say hello... "Thanks for coming home early," Eddie whispered, his voice a bit louder than a whisper was supposed to be, but you were still mindlessly watching television and paying little attention to your surroundings.

That was two strikes in both Eddie and Uncle Wayne's books; barely watching your favourite film, and you hadn't hugged the elder Munson within a millisecond of Eddie letting him go.

"'Course," Uncle Wayne smiled and ruffled Eddie's curls, his hand almost swallowing the crown of his son's head, fingers hot and grip firm. Eddie's ultimate comfort was his dad's touch, physical or otherwise. His dad's cooking, words, music, hugs, hell, even all the times he still crawled into his dad's bed after a nightmare (the most recent of those times was just last week), his music, all reached Eddie deep within, further than even your own touch sometimes. "I'd never tell my boy no." Not for something like this, especially.

Eddie playfully winced. "Ehh, once or twice."

Uncle Wayne nodded his head in agreement, crow's feet deepening as he smiled. He loved the banter just as much as Eddie did, found it invigorating to know that Eddie was now able to give as good as he got. He had never quite managed it as a kid or even as a teenager, but now at twenty, he could run circles around Uncle Wayne when he wanted to. And he did. Often. "Gotta keep ya' on your toes, son."

Eddie inched in for another hug from his dad, squeezing, and took the opportunity to say, "this is really bad, man. I don't know how to help." He let go and Uncle Wayne rolled his shoulders, kicked off his boots, and cast his blues over you again. Not in greeting, this time, but in searching. Figuring you out.

Uncle Wayne stepped away from the front door and toed off his boots, nudging them into line against the sideboard with his socked feet, shed his coat and hung that up. He was left in that flannel you loved so much and wore often, a dark blue shirt underneath, and some jeans which had seen better days and had obviously undergone several repairs.

"You all right there, Y/N?"

You gave Uncle Wayne a tight smile. "Yeah, m'fine. How was work?"

Eddie visibly winced for real. Rule number one with his dad: never brush him off or tell him you're okay if you're not. He had had to drill that into Eddie's head from day one and it had taken Eddie years to trust Uncle Wayne enough to be fully honest with him. Every sliver of truth he gave Uncle Wayne, even now when Eddie was living his fullest life, was very appreciated and reciprocated equally. Uncle Wayne tolerated many things, but his loved ones lying to him was not something he ever tolerated, not even a little bit and not for any reason.

Uncle Wayne inhaled deeply, shook his head just once, and then exhaled. Got down in front of you on his knees and took both of your hands in his. Eddie took the cue and sat down to the side of you which was closest to the door, and wrapped a strong arm around your shoulders, his fingers splayed across your upper arm to touch as much of you as he could in that one moment.

"Work was fine, sweetpea," Uncle Wayne's voice was gruff but again, you and Eddie heard all the kindness in the world. "But I ain't interested in talkin' to you about that, no offense," he chuckled wryly, "I asked you how you are, darlin', an' I want a proper answer. You got my kid all worked up an' that gets me worked up and m'too old and too tired."

"Dad!" Eddie hissed, but Uncle Wayne barely glanced at him. One kid at a time. Eddie had had his time and so now it was your time.

"Talk to us, Y/N. We ain't gonna' judge you here. Y'know that by now."

"Yeah," Eddie agreed easily, leaning his head on your shoulder, squeezing you into his side. You closed your eyes and let yourself sink into Eddie's warmth, "you're safe here, I promise. What's said in this trailer stays in this trailer, 'kay?"

"Mm-hm." You nodded, a stinging at the backs of your eyes and nose telling you that you were going to cry if they carried on. The weight of Eddie pressed against you, the sight of Uncle Wayne on his knees before you, eyes level with yours, tender blues and chocolate buttons giving you equally weighted gazes, Uncle Wayne's hands holding yours tightly, calloused and warm, Eddie's hand rubbing up and down your arm slowly... it was all too much and you almost felt the urge to run away, and yet... this was all you had been wanting.

Uncle Wayne and Eddie.

Eddie and Uncle Wayne.

The Munsons.

The most amazing package deal you had ever received and would ever receive in your life.

"Let's try again." Uncle Wayne squeezed your hands in encouragement. He really wanted to help you, to do the best for you that he could. He loved you like you were one of his kids, and though Eddie would always be his number one, his absolute top priority, Uncle Wayne had a heart bigger than the size of Hawkins and he had room for any kid and every kid who wanted in on his heart. You just had to be open and honest and kind, and you were a part of the family. It was just how Uncle Wayne was, and it was the way Eddie had been raised to be, too. One look at Hellfire Club and Corroded Coffin and anyone could see that Eddie took after his Uncle, his dad, beautifully. He had been raised so magnificently given the circumstances but only the most important people got lucky enough, close enough to see that.

Seamlessly, Eddie picked up his dad's sentence, "you okay?" They knew you needed both of them, and without any foreplanning between them, they were giving you everything you needed and more.

"No," your voice cracked, "No, Eddie. I'm not okay." You risked a glance at Uncle Wayne and that was when you broke. "I'm not okay at all," You hiccuped and then immediately burst into tears. It scared you, your sudden intense display of negative emotion, and that made you cry harder. All those days, weeks, of suffering in silence, trying to do your best while destroying yourself in the process, all that effort and work to keep yourself together when you barely realised that you were falling apart, and all it took in the end to bring you down was the sight of Uncle Wayne looking at you with those eyes you loved so much.

If one look could kill, then another look could save, and between the two Munsons, you would be lifted high above the clouds so that you could see the forest for the trees and thus, find out where to go from here. But not alone. Never alone.

"Whoa, whoa, hey, hey," Eddie cooed, squeezing you tighter into his side as Uncle Wayne raised one ofyour joined hands so that he could use the back of his to dash your tears away. "It's okay, Y/N, we're here, you're safe." Eddie felt guilty about feeling relieved that you had finally shattered.

"I just don't know what to do," tears dripped sore and Uncle Wayne kept his hands in yours as he used the backs of his hands to dash them away; though they were falling faster than he could move but he persisted, kept at it. He never gave up on Eddie, he never had and he never would, and he wasn't about to give up on you either. "I can't do this anymore. M'fuckin'... treading through water, running uphill, walking on the spot... trying so hard and goin' fucking nowhere and I'm sick of it. I don't wanna do this anymore, there's no point and m'tired."

"Storm's ragin' pretty hard, ain't it?"

Your eyes focused in on Uncle Wayne, though you couldn't see him for the tears, and you squeezed your hands inside his unwavering grip. "Uncle Wayne, please." What you were asking for, you knew not, but Uncle Wayne had a wealth of life experience, he had been around and seen a lot, and even with his boy smushed against your side did Uncle Wayne manage to give you a proper hug. You were able to rest your head on his shoulder and Eddie, though he grumbled some, followed you so that he was hunched over next to you, his head on your shoulders, the both of you oneshift away from collapsing atop Uncle Wayne from where he knelt on the floor, but none of you wanted to move. You would follow the Munsons anywhere and that included the floor of the trailer, so long as they kept holding you like they were.

"You're enough, darlin', believe you me. Don't destroy yourself no more, that point you're tryna' make ain't worth it, y'hear?"

"But I - " You straightened up, your back beginning to ache, but Uncle Wayne kept his hands and yours together, his touch your grounding just as much as Eddie's touch was.

"Nope, nope," Eddie waved his hands emphatically, situating himself correctly once more as well on the sofa, "absolutely not. You've been hurting yourself for a month, not letting me in, not taking care of yourself... and for what? I can't watch anymore, Y/N. M'worried and dad is too... just, please, talk to me. I wanna help. No buts." Eddie swept his hand through his hair, his dark curls snagging on his silver rings 'til he got frustrated and yanked his hand free, wincing but paying himself no mind. Eddie was used to rough treatment. "Look, I get it. The Shire is burning, right? Ground's too hot and you can't go up in the trees because they're on fire too and everything's on fire and it feels like you're in Mordor but, sweetheart, you're not. You're here, with me and my Uncle, you're safe."

Eddie's voice was soft, his tone was quiet, his arms back around you, holding you to his side. You rested your head on Eddie's shoulder and turned it to the side, hiding your face in the part of him where leather collar became bare skin, and Uncle Wayne squeezed your hands once more before he let you go, slapping his thighs as he stood up with a suppressed groan. He was too old for this shit but did it anyway because that's who he was. Eddie shushed you when you made a quiet noise of protest at how cold and empty your palms felt without Uncle Wayne's to keep them company, but you felt that same touch on the top of your head; I'm here, Y/N.

"You ain't alone, kid. We're gonna help you, any way we can. But you gotta help us to help you. Talk. Tell us what you need. Hell, show us or write it if you can't say it. I get it," Uncle Wayne shrugged easily, the look on his face one of, what can you do? as he moved through the trailer to go and make some dinner for the three of you. Indeed, he paid neither you nor Eddie any further mind as he set about cooking something and the two of you saw the dismissal for what it was; moving into Eddie's room without any words having to be spoken.

You just knew each other.

It was only when the door was shut behind the both of you that Eddie's bravado dropped, and his hands and lips began to tremble at almost the exact same second as he looked at you, his chocolate eyes glassy with tears.

"You - you had me scared, Y/N, I thought you - " Eddie sniffled, "well, I don't know what I thought, not really, but I've been so worried, sweetheart."

"Oh, Eddie, baby," Your own eyes stung with tears anew as you grabbed Eddie and pulled him into a tight, tight hug, every planes of your bodies aligned as you held each other. One of your arms was around Eddie's waist and the other was around his broad shoulders, your fingers flexing in those dark curls you braided most nights, and both of his arms were locked around you. But his embrace felt less like a cage and more like security. Even at your worst, Eddie loved you as strongly, as fiercely, as he loved you at your best. "M'sorry, honey, really, I - I don't even know why I've been - " You sighed, no longer able to speak. You didn't know how to explain it even to yourself, so how could you explain it to someone else? "I'll try to be better, and talk to you." Eddie nodded and you noticed that your shirt was beginning to feel wet where his face rested against the material, but you didn't call him out on the way he sniffled and stepped ever closer to you, though not even a sheet of paper could have gotten between you at that point. "I love you, Eddie, so much, and I'm sorry I shut you out."

Eddie shook his head, his curls tickling you, and he sniffled. "No more, Y/N. Just promise to talk to me, 'kay? There's no shame in needing help. You're strong enough to weather any storm, I've seen you do it. Every time you thought you couldn't get to Mordor, you did, and putting out the flames in the Shire so you don't have to go anywhere won't be easy, but I can help if you let me, yeah?"

You squeezed Eddie, breathing him in, and the two of you stood there hugging each other in the centre of his messy but clean room like there was nowhere else you would rather be and no one else you would rather be with.

At least, until Uncle Wayne called the both of you through for dinner.

You loved his cooking almost as much as you loved Eddie.

Almost.

You weren't okay, you were a mess. You needed sleep, you needed food, you needed to drink properly, you needed to take better care of yourself so then you could more effectively and efficiently manage your responsibilities and take better care of your mental health by way of being significantly less stressed. It was overwhelming and you wanted to give up before you had even started, but you had the Munsons to guide you through situations you got yourself into, whether they were or were not your fault, and they would do their best to help you no matter what it took. For you were a Munson, and Munsons never quit.

Even and especially when they most wanted to.

[lynzishell]

✨23 Faves of 2023✨

I've been tagged on a few different versions of this throughout the month. For mine, I've decided to take 23 moments from my story and share them in chorological order. 💖TYSM for tagging me @hannahssimblr, @jarakio, @rebouks, @theosconfessions, @bloomingkyras, @igotsnothing 💖 I'm sorry if I missed anyone... I'm usually better at keeping note of who tagged me but I dropped the ball on this one and had to search through my mentions lol!

Alright... let's dive in shall we?

✨First up: Looooook at baby Phoenix 🥹 hehe! This was the first time he visited Mt Komorebi and the first time he saw snow... sparking his love affair with both. If you listen carefully, you can hear Wolfgang yelling in the distance, "Yo Penis!" (I miss that nickname. Special thanks to Becca for never letting it die 😅)

✨Ahhh The Bluffs -- I think this is my favorite lot in game, and look how stunning it is at sunset! This is from Phoenix's 18th birthday... aka that fateful night when [redacted] was [redacted]

✨Just me being obsessed with San Myshuno... particularly the Spice District. This is from Phoenix and Dawn's movie night... back when they were still just friends/co-workers.

✨Eeee this moment still gives me all the feels! When these two finally crossed the line from friends to lovers.

✨This one doesn't need a caption... just look at them... and the vibrant colors... 😍

✨The moment they became official

✨Falling in looooooove

✨I don't know why, but this is actually my favorite pic of them

✨Greta returns...lol! It was actually unintentional how well these two match the environment, but it made taking screenies so fun!

✨My second favorite pic of these two... *sigh* just look at them

✨Enter my Asher obsession... I can't tell you how happy I was when I found this pose because this is exactly how I envisioned him entering the room... against the door frame all leaned over and relaxed... even the way his feet are crossed and his left arm just hangs... it's just sooo HIM.

✨I mean... ahhh! I love him! and Lex too lol... we don't see much of her in my story, but these two have been BFFs since middle school. She's super sweet and funny.

✨Atlas and Asher, my loves. There's so much in this scene for me... I had such a clear picture of it in my mind looong before I created it in sims, and I was pretty happy with how it came out. And the song I used was very purposeful (even if I never state why lol) This moment here was actually quite self-indulgent if I'm honest.

✨Yep, still obsessed with these two lol! I just love this shot... the colors and the way they're holding each other. This is actually the desktop background on my laptop lmao

✨I had soooo much fun making this post!! Omg this song is so fkin good! I'll probably reblog this post on New Year's just for funzies 😊

✨Back to Phoenix and Dawn as they prepare to move in together... Had to get a shot of the fountain before saying goodbye to the Spice District

✨Ahaa and here we are.. beginning the journey up Mt Komorebi! I think this little bridge is my favorite spot along the way. It's really cool, and I got lots of great screenies from all angles. I really like this one.

✨Love how this shot came out! We all know this moment, yeah? Right before Dawn [redacted]

✨Yay! Celebrating the fact they made it to the summit... enjoy you two, you earned it!

✨Me carefully side-stepping the sad posts... love this moment of the two of them reconnecting... with the water and the city in the background... I just think it's nice.

✨Relaxing in their favorite summer spot... I love all the blues

✨I really like this shot from Kiyoshi and Kaori's wedding, with only their ceremony in the distance in focus, and the vibrant colors.

✨This seemed like a nice one to end on. I love the snow falling out the window, and the way Dawn is lit up by the candles. And I know there are mods to get rid of the z's when they sleep, but tbh, I kinda think they're adorable lol

Thank you to anyone who took the time to go on this little journey with me! If you made it to the end, please help yourself to a cookie 🍪 and know that I adore you!

My story will return on Jan 1st yay!! 🎉

I'm not going to tag anyone because a post like this doesn't need a tag! If you haven't done this yet, PLEASE do! Revisit your work from the year and share your favorites with us! Let's all go into 2024 feeling excited and inspired 💖

[sparkagrace]

be kind, rewind: ch.8

author: sparkagrace notes: a Stucky 90s AU written for @stuckyhistoricalfiction rating/words: T (47k) ship: steve/bucky tags: shrunkyclunks, alternate universe - 1990s, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together, movie references

summary:

Bucky opens his mouth because he could tell Briony about Steve and Becca, and he could tell her about how he doesn’t know how to start picking his life back up, but he swallows it down and lets it hang in the air between them. “He told me once that anything can be fixed. Starting is the scariest part, but once you do then it all feels easier. Just start small, Bucky.”

This fic is now complete! You can read Chapter 8 here.

Previous chapter posts: [one] [two] [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven]

Thanks so much for all the support and lovely comments over the last few months. I hope you like the final chapter (and there's some headcanons at the very end of the fic) 💖💖💖

[wtfuckevenknows]

Top 9 Books

thanks for the tag and the crisis @liminalmemories21... I'm cheating because of course I am 🙈

Y'all knew there would be pictures, right?! I do live my life in pictures (theres a reason I studied photography) after all 🤷🏻‍♀️

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Obviously....

2. A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

I've read the whole trilogy but this is by far my favorite (isn't the first one always the best?). Every now and then I need a break from all the romance and then I'll pick up a ya thriller or whatever and this was the perfect quarantine read tbh.

3. Me Before You by Jojo Moyes

Used to be my favorite book until rwrb came along. Also didn't hate the movie...

4. P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern

Unlike here, where the movie kinda ruined the book for me. Read it like 5 times, bawled my eyes out every time and haven't read it since I watched the movie (which also means I've never read it in English). It's on my list actually, to get over the trauma and to finally read it in its original version.

5. Off Campus Series by Elle Kennedy

It's hockey... Do I need to say more?! Some of the best book boyfriends are found in these books 💖

6. The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

I read this in my lunch breaks at work years and years ago and I bawled my eyes out so much that even the kids asked me if I was okay. 🤣 Haven't read it since but loved it very much!!!

7. hush hush by Becca Fitzpatrick

Once again and the first and best book of a trilogy. The only book of my fantasy phase that I would still read again today.

8. What If It's Us by Becky Albertalli & Adam Silvera

I loved the first one so much and I was sooooo disappointed by the beginning of the second one I still haven't finished it.

9. Rules for Being a Girl by Candace Bushnell and Katie Cotugno

Such a powerful book. Just read it. I yelled at everyone I knew to read it after I finished. 😂

There could be soooo many more books on this list 😩 I'll just leave you my Goodreads, where you can check out all my 5 Star books if you want to 🙃

Now (don't kill me Lim)...

Gossip Girl by Cecily von Ziegesar

Don't ask how many times I used to read them as a teenager...

Harry Potter

I know, believe me I know! But 7 year old me didn't know and has fond memories of her mom reading to her before bed, before she started reading it herself from Book 3, Book 5 came out while I was hospitalized and I read it in a day... (I own them in English but I've never read them in English 😬)

My three absolute favorite books as a kid/pre-teen:

Flight of the Albatross Der Gesang der Orcas Der Wunschplanet

Honorable mention to these three cook books because I love them very very very much and use them (or recipes from their websites) often!!!

I'm gonna shut up now 😂

No pressure tagging @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @beautifulhigh @three-drink-amy :)))

[witch-from-a-block-of-flats]

BOOK RECS ASK GAME

Heyy, this tag is great! 💖 Honestly I would like to ask all these questions, but I will limit myself to 3:

29. your favourite YA novel

50. a book that made you cry a LOT

53. a popular book/series that you hate

Have a nice day ♡

Thank you for the ask and also have a nice day!

29. Favourite YA novel - definitely "Six of crows" by Leigh Bardugo. I love the story, the world and one of my favourite characters in fiction are from this book. Also it's nice to see how Bardugo's writing improve since Shadow and Bone trilogy.

50. I have separate shelf for sad books but I have to choose one. In terms of literal cry - "They both die at the end" by Adam Silvera and it wasn't the dying or the main story line that got me just a cople lines that hited too close to home (I started crying at page 15, ok?). Silvera has a problem with 3rd act in his stories but god he can make me feel things.

51. Ugh I have a problem here. I normally don't read something I know I will hate. I've read 2 Coleen Hoover books and they weren't the best but I can't say I hate them. Is "Hush hush" by Becca Fitzpatrick still popular? It had it's moments when it first came out and I belive I saw it on booktok the other day. If yes than "Hush hush". Dumb, unlikeable characters, so. many. plot holes. straight up glorification of toxic relationship and sexual abuse (there is a scene when a guy pins a girl to bed, she is terrified screams stuff "get off me, stop" ect and second later they make out and everything is fine). Yea... it's not even suitable for hate read imo.

Link to book recs ask game

[nataliescatorccio]

Happy birthday Becca!!! 💖💗💖 You're one of my biggest inspirations here, #1 blending expert, #1 supporter in the tags, ily so much!!! 🫶 I hope your day is filled with love and joy and you're watching all the silliest teen shows in the world!! Have the best day!! 😘🎉

greta!! i am the human form of this emoji rn 🥺 over these compliments. i love you too, thank you for always blessing me with your talent and kindness! 💕

[munsonsduchess]

Tagged by @becca-alexa thank you my darling 💖

🎶share 5 songs you actually listen to and then tag some followers you want to know better 🎶 (I went with my largest playlist for some variety and just kinda picked five songs at random”

“Thunderstruck” by AC/DC

“Forever Drunk” by Peach PRC

“The Vampire Club” by Aurelio Voltaire

“The River” by Bruce Springsteen

“Travelling Soldier” by The Chicks

I’m gonna tag @eddywoww @insertcoolnameherethanks @cryptids-and-starlight @pillow-titties @steviesbicrisis @jobean12-blog @corrodedcoughin (and anyone who wants to play, if you see this consider yourself tagged and pls tag me so I can see all your music)

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Hello, Claude! For your spring related headcanons, can I request:

Which member of your OTP freaks out when they hear an ice cream truck pass by?

I don’t care which one it is, but it would be great if the other one is a sourpuss until he watches the other one start to lick the ice cream cone. 😏 Not really asking for smut, just a little suggestive banter. 😉

Hi Becca! 💫 Thank you for your ask and for your support 🎀 and thanks for waiting! I hope you like it! I wish you a great day! 💖

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Relationship: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Rating: Teen and Up/Mature? (Nothing happens 🫠)

Tags: Established Relationship, Suggestive Eating, Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a Tease, Therapy for Bob and Phoenix please, mentions of Daddy Kink, No spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Word Count: 921

The Only Touch That Get Me Meltin’

“How old are you? Five?” Bradley scoffs at Jake, who ignores him and hums happily while licking the ice cream on the top of his cone. Spring sunlight dances on ocean waves as they get back to their beach umbrella.

Phoenix scowls at her friend and lowers her strawberry daiquiri snow cone: “Bradshaw, you’re such a killjoy.”

Despite Phoenix’s words, Bradley shoots a skeptical look at the colorful sprinkles on Bob’s soft serve and the WSO pouts slightly: “Rooster, don’t you like your soft serve?”

“Just shut up and enjoy your soft serve” Phoenix scolds him, before stretching and lying back on the deckchair, to stare at the ocean and taste her snow cone, with Bob doing the same next to her.

Jake sits down on the beach towel they had previously laid on the sand, pats the spot beside him and smiles at his boyfriend: “Come on, Bradshaw, don’t be such a sourpuss”. Bradley shakes his head and sits next to him on the same towel, trying to focus on his chocolate soft serve: “I am not, Jake.”

Jake smirks wickedly at him, the warm glow of the afternoon sun kissing his nose and cheekbones: “Be less dad and more daddy.”

“Stop that right now, Bagman”, Phoenix doesn’t even look at him, her voice dripping with annoyance.

“Yes, ma’am”, Jake goes back to his soft serve, a mischievous grin on his face, and Bradley would really like to enjoy the nuts that garnish his dessert, but he finds it difficult to take his eyes off of Jake, who’s giving kitten licks to the cream along the edges of his cone.

Jake meets his gaze, pleased, as he sucks off the soft curl on top, swirling the tongue around the tip, his eyes locked with Bradley’s. He smiles at him, running his tongue over his teeth, and Bradley is gawking at him, his jeans already getting tighter.

Jake starts nibbling at the waffle cone slowly, his lips shiny and soft, and Bradley is dying to have those lips and teeth marking his abs and thighs. Jake goes back to licking the sides of his cone unhurriedly, from bottom to top, switching his gaze to Bradley’s eyes, and he gently pushes down the ice cream with his tongue, before taking small bites of the waffle cone, tickling its edges with his lips. Bradley is out of breath, at the mercy of Jake’s cheap tricks, he’s in his 30s and he would like to feel ashamed for this, but he can’t find it within himself to care, not when Jake is batting his eyelashes at him and all he wants is to devour him.

Jake hollows his cheeks and sucks the drips that are leaking from the bottom of his cone, and Bradley can’t stop himself from picturing him on his knees, worshipping him, and he has to close his eyes to catch his breath. He opens his eyes again to gaze intently at the vanilla cream that has trailed down Jake’s chin.

Jake swipes his fingers over his skin to collect some cream, he glances guiltily at Bradley and whispers, his voice low and innocent: “I’m a mess”. He pushes his fingers past his own lips and sucks the digits greedily, his eyes lidded and an expression of pure pleasure on his face, an expression that Bradley knows damn well. The pilot’s positive that, if Bob and Phoenix weren’t so close, Jake, that little shit, would be putting on a show of soft moans. God, he loves those moans.

Bradley cannot help but gape at Jake, until the soft serve is gone, and palm himself through his jeans absent-mindedly, and it’s only when Jake smiles at him and stares at the soft serve long-forgotten in his hand, that Bradley realizes that his ice cream has dribbled down his fingers.

“Oh, let me help”, Jake murmurs quietly, taking Bradley’s soft serve to free his hand. He then brings his fingers up to his lips, kissing them gently and licking away every drip, his tongue excruciatingly slow on his skin. He sucks the fingertips while staring at Bradley with pleading eyes, his hand squeezing Bradley’s lightly.

Bradley bites back a groan, the violent urge to wreck Jake taking over, and he suddenly stands up; Jake is taken aback by his abrupt motion, he’s about to complain but Bradley grabs his hand and bursts out: “We gotta go!”

Phoenix doesn’t even turn and waves her hand above her head, Jake stands up too and Bradley starts dragging him, darting across the beach.

“What’s gotten into you?” Jake asks with an amused voice, feigning surprise.

“Holy shit, Jake, you know full well what has gotten into me” replies Bradley in a husky whisper, glaring at him.

Jake grins impishly: “Didn’t you say we’re old?”

“All the better, so i won’t have to ask permission for what i’m going to do to you.”

Bradley can feel Jake smirking without looking at him, they’re both quickening their pace, and he turns to glance at Phoenix and Bob one last time. He can’t hear what Phoenix is telling Bob from that distance, but he has never seen him blushing so hard.

Maybe Jake wasn’t that subtle, after all.

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[If you wonder what happened to Bradley’s soft serve, Bradley licked it off Jake’s pecs, and they all lived happily ever after]

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If you want, send me an ask (+ preferences) with one of these spring-related prompts! 🌷 (Doing this with Hangster - or at least trying to!)

[lovaboy]

tagged by @doomednarrative for another fun game! first ten shuffled songs from my spotify liked list:

solitude -> sorry, peach

i’m alive! -> becca

plenty -> aeseaes

everything i wanted -> billie eilish

vandalize -> one ok rock

bless the broken road -> rascal flatts

out of the dark -> dia frampton

runaway -> linkin park

two -> mother mother

bloodline/difficult things -> orla gartland

thanks for the tag 💖

[glowwormsmith]

OCs & Characters

I was tagged by @thefathersbride​! Thank you for the tag, they are always appreciated!😊💖

I’ll tag @deputyash​ @teamhawkeye​ @nightwingshero​ @baldurrs​ and anyone who sees this and wishes to do it! 

Take this quiz and share at least 5 (or more or less or whatever) characters that go with your OC. You can pick and select from the list of characters if you don’t recognize them.

IRIS

-Abigail Hobbs (NBC’s Hannibal)

-April Ludgate (Parks & Rec)

-Hester Prynne (The Scarlet Letter)

-Nina Sayers (Black Swan)

-Kimiko Miyashiro (The Boys)

Layla

-Ygritte (GOT)

-Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)

-June Osbourne (The Handmaid’s Tale)

-Jo March (Little Women)

-Emma Swan (OUAT)

Tess

-Catelyn Stark (GOT)

-Dale Horvath (TWD)

-Becca Butcher (The Boys)

-Samwise Gamgee (LOTR)

-Elsa (Frozen)

Bonus: ME! (and some of the ones I liked best lol)

-Beth March (Little Women)

-Charlie Kelly (IASIP)

-Belle (B&TB)

-Annie January (The Boys)

-Samwell Tarly (GOT)

-Ophelia (Hamlet)

-Twilight Sparkle (MLP)

-Nancy Thompson (Nightmare on Elm Street)

-Glenn Rhee (TWD)

[cilly-murphy]

a magical crystal ball told me it was your birthday (ok maybe i saw it on my dash shh) so HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIA!! 🥳 hope you have the best day possible and that everyone gets on their knees and worships you as the goddess you are!!i know i for one will be sacrificing a cake to my 'maria, queen of all things merlin' shrine and studying the gospel aka your works of art in proper celebration. you are so talented, funny, kind hearted, and tumblr would hella suck without you. love you ❤️

BECCA BECCA BECCA! THE goddess herself landing herself on my askbox, what an honor, what a beauty, what a blessing to my day. you're truly everything for my tumblr life, your sets, your love, your tags, your immeasurable talent! brightening up every day, for all us. i, for one, need to sacrifice your yennefer shaped purple cake to the high priestess (aka morgana beloved) for your beautiful wishes and love. thank you SO SO MUCH! it means so much to me! literally blushing from your lil compliments 💗💓💖 love you so much you amazing human being you. pls keep rocking photoshop and our lives! (and btw i lost sleep to watch the last ep of tlou so expect a huge message dying over it from me soon) 💚

[utterlyinevitable]

WIP Ask Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you for the tag lovely L  @lsvdw-blog💖 I’m sorry this is so long 😅

I have a TON of WIPs... I’ll break them down by pairing below.

Ethan x Odette

Date Auction  | 1.7k ☁

Good Morning  | 300 ☁

Snapshots of Time Spent Together  | 1.1k ☁

Protection  | 300 ☁

Love The Sound  | 200 ♥

Fine With That  | 400 ♥

Ethan’s 40th  | 500 ☁

How Crazy You Are  | 300 ☁

Ethan x Becca x Bryce

For Better or Worse  | 700 🎭

Trials and Tribulations  | 25.1k 📚

The Alternate  | 3.3k 📚

Somebody Else  | 800 🛸

Folklore  | 1.4k 📚

2.11 Rewrite  | 800 🎭

Ethan x Becca

Sated  | 200 🎭

Secret Santa  | 100 ☁

Family Dinner  | 200 ☁

Valentine’s Day Argument  | 300 🎭

First Date | 1.2k ☁

Discharged  | 500 ☁

Auntie  | 100 ☁📱

Another Attending  | 1.3k 🎭

First Anniversary  | 200 ☁

Amazing  | 1.3k ☁

Hanahaki  | 500 🎭

The ABCs of Getting Over You  | 2.6k 🎭

Ball Game Creep  | 1.2k 🎭

The Talk  | 400 ☁

The First Time  | 400 ♥

One Month to Live Rewrite  | 200 🎭

Ethan’s Diatribe on Love  | 500 🎭

The Gym  | 1k ♥

Inevitable  | 1.2k 🎭

Unfinished  | 300 ♥

2.9 Rewrite  | 900 ☁

Naked  | 400 ♥

The Girlfriend Development  | 300 ☁

What if she never left him at the cabin?  | 600 ☁

Unethical  | 1.1k 🛸

Unsettling Down  | 600 🎭

Vegas Rewrite  | 800 ☁

Lost In Between  | 1.5k 📚

Conception  | 1.2k ♥

Back in Miami  | 500 ☁

All A Hoax  | 900 🎭

OPH Ensemble

Scars of Childhood  | 350 🎭

Losing Friends  | 200 🎭

M!Raleigh x MC

In The Rain  | 150 🎭

Days of Prompts & Original Works

*Pieces of these are published, this is the entire doc count

For All The Lies (Prequel)  | 6.1k 

What If  | 7.8k  

Flatmate  | 2.2k 

Fairytale  | 9.9k

An Infinite List of Lovers and a Teacup Full of Soulmates  | 2.1k 

Do We Have A Future? / What’s In A Legacy? / & Now  | 15k 

For Always or Never  | 44.4k 

Life of Anita  | 1.1k 

Memories  | 2.1k

tagging: @writinghereandthere @the-pale-goddess @terrm9 @headoverheelsforramsey @a-crepusculo @jerzwriter @estellaelysian @liaromancewriter @takeharryandgo @mvalentine @genevievemd @lucy-268