#you just got a letter! 💌

[hischiershoe]

Can I please request “You know, I only came here tonight because I heard you’d be here. How ridiculous is that?" With Luke Hughes. It just screams him.

thank you for sending in! i kind of changed the prompt a bit but not too much Warnings: a little angsty but not really, not a ton of dialogue til the end, one singular smooch

Luke had never been much of a partier. Sure, he would always go when his friends or brothers would drag him along, and he'd try to have fun, but in truth, he would rather be anywhere else. He would much rather be at home playing pool or playing stupid games with a few people at the house. At least, that's how he used to feel until he met you.

The first time you met Luke was a year ago when you'd been dragged to some house party with a group of your friends. They wanted to go because they heard there were going to be some cute hockey players from your university there, and you went to make sure they had a safe way home. When the four of you had gotten there, they insisted you go outside with them because that was where 'they' were.

While they flirted with a group of boys you'd long forgotten the names of, you sat off to the side and scrolled on your phone until they decided they were ready to leave. You felt him lingering a few feet away from you until he actually made the jump to sit next you, making sure to keep a respectable distance between you.

"Hey," You heard him clear his throat, "You okay?"

You put your phone down and let your gaze flit to the unnamed boy to your left, eyes landing on a tall, lean guy who had a messy mop of curls on his head. He was cute.

"I'm good," You nod, straightening your back as you focused on him, "Just waiting for my friends."

"Me too," He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, "I'm Luke, by the way."

From that moment forward, you looked for Luke in every crowd at every party, and he did the same for you. The two of you spent the entire summer seeking one another, but never taking the next step to further whatever your relationship could've been called. At first, you thought it was fun, thinking of it as a little game the way you'd always seek each other out. Though, you'd hoped that he would ask you for your number before he left for the summer.

He never did.

You tried to forget about Luke, to accept that it was nothing but some sort of weird summer fling without the actual fling part, but that was easier said than done. Before last summer, you never paid attention to the hockey subculture at Michigan, but now that you knew who he was, that became nearly impossible. Everywhere you went you saw his name, his picture, his friends.

It sounded silly to say out loud because you didn't really know Luke, just a version of him that you saw for a few hours, but you couldn't let go of him.

When the next summer came, you attended a few parties in hopes that you might run into Luke again. You'd even asked a few people about him, but you always came up empty. Your friends didn't know about your side quest, but they could tell something was off with you, and they made it their mission to find you something to take your mind off things. Well, someone.

Luke loved playing for Team USA, he really did, but he was so ready to go back to Michigan for the summer. He was ready to relax, to have some time out of some sort of spotlight, to find you again. He hadn't stopped thinking about you since he left for training camp last year.

He regretted not asking for your number before he left, but every time he would try and do it he would chicken out. No matter how many times his brothers or friends would encourage him to finally ask out the 'mystery lover girl', he couldn't bring himself to actually do it.

"I'm not talking to him," You groan as you walk up the driveway with your friends, "I'm not interested!"

"No, you're too interested in your random mystery boy," Josie throws her hands in the air, "Just give Logon a shot! He's really nice and he isn't bad looking. Please!"

Unfortunately for you, you were easily swayed, and that was exactly how you ended up uncomfortably pressed against the brick with an overly chatty boy next to you. To Josie's credit, Logan was nice, but he had barely let you get more than five words the entire time you've spent with him. At one point, you zoned so far out that you didn't hear anything he said until he was grasping at your bicep.

It was then that Luke walked out the backdoor, his eyes subconsciously scanning the crowd for you until they finally settled on an all too familiar side profile. He faltered in his steps, watching as a guy he vaguely recognized stepped closer to you. He couldn't look away, no matter how much he wanted to, he was forcing himself to stay rooted in place.

Luke eventually tore his eyes away from one when one of his college friends called out his name and dragged him back inside, and you were left with no idea that he was even there.

After a while, you managed to escape your dull conversation with Logan and found your friends again. Josie tried to make her attempt at a setup by saying she would be the DD, which made you nearly burst into laughter because she was already a bit too far gone for that to happen. Towards the end of the night, people slowly started to trickle out of the house, but the girls insisted they wander out back with a few others before heading back home.

"Hey, isn't that Luke Hughes," Hope slurs, pointing to a tall figure who was walking towards the boat dock.

It was embarrassing you quickly your head turned, how quickly your feet began to move in his direction with a certain determination to your steps. You can hear the girls talking behind you, making the very clear connection to Luke and your mystery boy. Despite his obvious ghosting from last summer, you still found yourself wanting to see him and talk to him. Maybe even get an explanation if you were lucky.

"Hey," You called out, slightly startling him as you sat next to him, "You okay?"

Luke's focus snapped towards you, his eyes wide and swimming with an emotion you can't quite place. You give him a soft smile as you take him in, noticing that he let his hair grow a little bit longer than he had last summer, noticing how much bigger he had gotten since then.

"Hi," He finally breathes out, his lips forming your name almost like he was testing it.

"Hi, Luke," You softly greet, "Long time no see."

"Yeah," He nervously chuckles as he looks away from you, "Yeah, it has."

Luke's mouth drops open like he wants to say more, but he doesn't. Instead, he grips the edge of the dock so tightly his knuckles were beginning to turn white. His face is barely illuminated by the light seeping down from the house, but you can still see the apprehension on his face. His brows are furrowed and his nose is slightly scrunched up, and it makes you want to pull him in by the shirt collar and kiss him.

"Do you want to know something," Luke suddenly bursts out, though he keeps his gaze in front of him.

"Of course," You curtly nod.

"I just got off a ten hour flight like four hours ago," He admits as he finally looks at you again, "But I came because I asked a friend if you'd be here, and he said yes. How crazy is that?"

Your face twisted with shock, his words ringing in your ears as you stared up at him. He'd been traveling all day and he should be sleeping, but instead, he was here. He came to a party, even though he didn't like them to begin with, because of you?

"Why," You swallow the lump in your throat, "Why because of me?"

"I wanted to see you again," He plainly states, but you can hear the hesitancy in his voice, "I fucked up last year by not getting your number because I was scared, but I didn't want to do that this summer. I was fully ready to ask you when I saw you earlier."

"Earlier," You ask, tilting your head, "Why didn't you then?"

"Well, you looked pretty busy," He scoffed. He sounded... annoyed? For what reason, you weren't sure.

Wait. Earlier you had been with- Oh.

"Luke," You stifle back the amused giggling threatening to slip through, "Are you jealous?"

"What?! No! Of course not," He hastily defends, roughly shaking his head in denial, "It just would've been rude to ask for your number if you're with ano-"

You cut Luke off by surging forward and placing your lips on his. It was a short kiss, nothing too over the top or romantic, but it was enough to render him speechless as you pulled away from him. His eyes were still closed, his lips slightly parted and his breathing shaky.

"I'm not with anyone, idiot," You playfully groan, covering his hand with your own, "I come to every party with the hope that you'll be there, so if you're crazy, then so am I."

[candyheartedchy]

What would be Tiramisu’s reaction to Baron von Bon Bon if he ever made a reappearance? 😏

(Something tells me you answered this in text form, but not yet visually 🙏)

IM LAUGHING BECAUSE I JUST REWATCHED THAT EPISODE LIKE TWO DAYS AGO AND WAS SO FLUSTERED BY HIS STUPID LITTLE ACCENT THE WHOLE TIME JGHJGHJ

Tiramisu would be a flustered mess because it’ll be the only time Gazpacho would be openly flirty with her without being an flustered mess himself.

[sarahsmi13s]

I adore your writing! It is so good!!! I have a question, if it's okay. Would Jake and wifey have more kids in the Tell Them Universe?

oh my goodness nonny! thank you so much 💜🥹 that means a lot to me, i'm so glad you're enjoying your time here in my little corner of the internet! and questions are more than okay, encouraged even (as long as they are kind!)

it's been a while since i've talked about the tell them universe! but to answer your question, jake and wifey may or may not have more kids. in my head, they are content with only having two. however, they are not actively preventing pregnancy -- the occasional condom here and there but never something they're obsessing over.

there is a possibility of having that talk of having more kids -- whether it be adoption, fostering, or pregnancy. or maybe kennedy brings it up, asking when she'll get to be a big sister because while she loves being the apple of her brother's eye -- she wants to be what grayson is to her for someone else.

[peppermintmochafem]

4 and 63?

~🔮

4. butch/femme hot take

you cannot be butch/femme without having class consciousness

63. how do you feel about PDA?

okay i lovee hand holding I loveeee holding onto somebutch's arm when we walk together I love a little kiss but much more than that I am a little bit of a bitch about and like will shake you off of me sorry 🫣

[cheolism-archive]

i have nobody in my life that i’m comfy sharing this with, so why not w one of my fav carat authors on tumblr dot com??

me and this guy i’ve been talking to for a while have decided to take things slow rn,, but ur girl is in ovulation i need smth to suck !!!😭🤙 so i invited him over for “dinner” (see: me sucking something LMFAO) understandably he was very confused when i was ripping off his pants he was like “i thought we were taking it slow?” i licked up his 🍆 reaaalll slow and went “slow like that?” babes im pretty sure he saw the back of his head after that and he even said “thats NOT what i fuckin meant”

he slept soundly that night . anyway bc i stan seventeen and have to connect everything back to them dont u think this is so hoshi? LMFAOOo

GIRL LISTEN THE ABSOLUTE RIDE I WENT THROUGH IN THE FUCKING DMV READING THIS

at first i was like :(((( aw naur i hope everything is okay and then in fact i saw everything is VERY MUCH OKAY

good for u babie <3 get that dick <3 i hope it lived up to your dreams <33

and you are absolutely correct this is hoshi behavior. he would be so eager to prove to you that he can take things slow. he isn't compulsive about everything, and if you want the relationship to move slowly then you won't hear a complaint from his mouth. so when you suggest dinner at your apartment, soonyoung doesn't second guess it one bit. he brings over chicken and drinks and is so excited about a night in with his girl! he makes sure to bring his hoodie in his backpack for you to wear later when you get cold <3

and then when you talk about supper, he's nodding and getting ready to go get the food from the counter. but then when your fingers go to the draw strings of his sweatpants his brain goes completely blank. there's not a single thought in his mind: just an ERROR! message. because you wanted to take things slow, but then you're mouthing at his balls and he's trying not to cum from the absolutely sinful picture you make for him.

[queershakespeare]

................ would anyone want to be penpals???

[forwhump]

Goddammit DARREN!!

His pov is so surreal I CAN'T 😭 It's such a ride everytime! He's so obsessed with poor Wren, what even triggered the hamster on steroids running in his brain??

Am I getting the feeling he got worse with time? Like he used to be less unhinged and then went completely off the rails?

Footnote, I liked Medic's reapperance, the dude really has guts! Staying calm to deal with this absolutely coockoo crazy guy, he's the unsung hero of this story fr

-Chi 😺

beloved !!!!!!!!!! 😚

ive kinda been beating around the bush w darren because YEEEESSSSSSS LOL & I really want to put together all his little blurbs into a proper timeline of his like descent into madness BUT !! the only catch & the reason I keep picking & choosing random little bits is because it would be like 20k words all put together 😭 & tbh it feels like it’s not fair that POINT of all my little guys would get the first proper linear storyline after everything else has been posted completely at random LOL

& footnote 🤩 I haven’t posted enough medic stuff yet but he is the best actually LOL

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

Ello, it’s me again with an important question~ Since Boss wears glasses, how bad is his eyesight?? Or does he only wear it for aesthetic reasons??

…….And would he allow Friend! Darling to take his glasses and try them on, or would he grip their wrist before they can remove it?? :3

(First scenario may or may not include Friend! Darling staring at his face and saying he looks more handsome with glasses)

how bad is his eyesight?? Or does he only wear it for aesthetic reason??

For the sake of possibly getting 🍀 going through a crisis, he wears it for the sake of being able to see. He struggles a lot because (correct me if I'm wrong cause its been a WHILE) he's actually far-sighted! However, when he doesn't have his glasses, he just wears contacts instead.

…….And would he allow Friend! Darling to take his glasses and try them on, or would he grip their wrist before they can remove it?? :3

Jessamine. Jessamine. Friend! Darling would have somewhat of those rights but heaven forbid you pull that away for an hour, he will hold you on a death grip. This man wouldn't mind if they do it though, because he doesnt really need it and has his contacts, but... Well.

Let's just say he likes them better.

(First scenario may or may not include Friend! Darling staring at his face and saying he looks more handsome with glasses)

THE FIRST SCENARIO LMAOOO PLEASE TELL HIM, PLEASE FEED INTO HIS EGO. I will laugh because he'd be probably "oh, so you're into glasses, are you? :)" while internally going "hm... interesting..."

[macbxth-pdf]

i'm so sorry what is xenosatanism?

Hey! So I don't wanna ruin your day while I explain this but it's a rough topic!

TW: S/A, Abuse , R@pe, paras/paraphilia and many more concerning topics to the more well-adjusted person.

TL;DR: THEYRE FUCKING WEIRDOS AND THIS IS THE LAST WARNING⚠️ (honestly after this I won’t be talking about them again and I’ll be blocking this tag)

So Xenosatanism is tied to the radqueer movement (not to be confused w radincluds) here on tumblr. If you aren't of who or what a radqueer is, search it in the search bar and please b ENTIRELY advised that things in this tag are just…..Yikes. Now IMO, Xenosatanism and xenosatanist is not a form of religious satanism and it doesn’t share core tenets to atheistic satanism.

Xenosatanism has a set of beliefs that I just can’t get down with (including but not limited to)

Political Bisexualism (modeled after political lesbianism)

Pro Paras

Lowering the AGE OF CONSENT for “youth liberation”

Incest legalization

Legalization of NON CON/RAPE

Screenshots filled with concerning shit

I would like to hope that this whole movement is a joke but just in case, imma just tell them stay away from me.

[lilacerull0]

hello I miss you I hope you’re still my friend i feel like you’ve distance yourself from me anyway I love you and miss you

I AM OBVIOUSLY STILL YOUR FRIEND I LOVE YOU, I just haven't been online much and I'm bad at social and internet stuff so it was worse than ever lately AND I'M SORRY

[hischiershoe]

“platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you” & “sharing each other’s clothes (especially hoodies)” with nico <33

this was a teensy bit longer (1.9k words) than I meant but I hope you like it!

You'd known Nico for a few years, having met through a mutual friend back when you first moved to Jersey. The two of you hit it off so well that first meeting, that you ended up seeing him the following afternoon for lunch. From then on, he was one of your closest friends and someone you could always count on no matter what was going on. He was also someone you developed a not so tiny crush on, but of course, he didn't know that, and he never would.

More often than not, you'd find yourself at Nico's apartment when your schedule aligned with his, and tonight was no different. He had called you in the morning, asking you the same thing he always did before he was inviting you over in the evening for a small hangout with him and a few of his teammates. When you got off the phone with him, you'd spent the rest of your day thinking about him, which wasn't all that out of the ordinary anyway. He was always on your mind.

By the time you got to his place, your thoughts had slowed down enough that you were able to box your feelings up under lock and key and just be normal. Though, if you were being honest, you weren't entirely sure you were all that convincing based on the knowing looks from Nola or the subtle comments from Timo. Despite that, you just hoped that Nico was oblivious to their teasing and didn't suspect a thing.

"It's really coming down out there," Nico calls out to no one in particular as he stands by the window, "I don't think you guys should drive home in this."

"I don't think so either," Jonas agrees, moving from his spot on the couch to stand next to him, "It's supposed to get worse the next couple of hours."

You exchange glances with the girl to your left, and she was sporting the most smug smirk you had ever seen on anyone before. Your eyes widened in her direction, your face warming at her silent implication before you tore your eyes from her and stared at the ground. Usually, if you were going to sleep at Nico’s, you would take over the guest bedroom, but you couldn't exactly do that if Nola and Jonas had to stay over.

"You guys can stay here," Nico firmly states, looking over his shoulder to look at you, "You two can have the guest bed."

"I'll sleep on the couch," Timo chimes in, pressing his body further into the cushions.

"Timo, you live in this building," You point out, playfully raising your eyebrows at him, "You can just go back home. Besides, I'm taking the couch."

"No, you're not," Nico rushes out embarrassingly fast, earning the attention of everyone in the room. He clears his throat, avoiding the mischievous looks in his friend's eyes before he continues, "I can sleep on the couch. You can take my bed."

You quickly shake your head, rising to your feet and taking a few steps towards him as the others fade into the background, "I'm not taking your bed. I can sleep on the couch. I've done it before, it's pretty comfortable."

Neither of you hear Timo slip out the front door, or the couple tiptoe down the hall as the two of you bicker with each other about your sleeping arrangement. Nico isn't taking no for an answer, and neither are you, but eventually, the two of you settle on sharing Nico's bed. As friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. Friends share beds all the time, right?

As you follow Nico towards his room, you can barely hear anything over the blood rushing in your ears and your heart pounding in your chest. This was new territory for you. You knew this didn't mean anything to him, that he was just being the amazing friend that he is, but it made your entire world spin.

You'd been in Nico's room before, plenty of times, but it was always under far different circumstances. You stood near the end of the bed, watching as he shuffled the pillows around and adjusted the blanket so it was spread out evenly. It was impossible not to watch the way his biceps flexed with each movement, making your cheeks grow warm and your palms sweaty as you tried to shake away the images that flashed in your mind. You shouldn't be thinking that way about him, especially not right before the two of you sleep in the same bed.

When he was finished moving everything around, he shifted his focus to you, and he could see the apprehension clearly written on your face. He could see it in the way you furrowed your brows, in the way you were chewing at your lip, and in the way you were fiddling with your fingers. He couldn't help but think you only agreed to share his bed because you felt like you had to, and it made a small piece of his heart crack because he wanted to. He wanted to be close to you.

"Do you want to borrow a hoodie? I know you get cold in your sleep," He gently suggests as he carefully approaches you, his dark eyes shining even in the dimly lit bedroom.

"I do," You meekly murmur, holding his gaze for no longer than a second.

You hear him pad towards his dresser and pull open one of the drawers, but you don't move. You stay planted in your spot, unsure if you were supposed to take your side of the bed or wait for him to go first. It was silly; How nervous you were over something as simple as getting into a bed. But with Nico, everything was so much more than it seemed. At least for you it was.

"Here, you can wear this one," He called out from beside you, gingerly handing you the hoodie you always jokingly said you were going to steal one day, "I don't expect to see it again, though."

The light airiness to his tone made you relax as you playfully smack his chest before grasping at the fabric in his hand. His fingers brush against your own, sending a wave of electricity across every inch of your skin. You attempt to cover up your bashful reaction by promptly throwing the hoodie on and hurrying over to the nightstand to plug your phone in. The last thing you wanted was for you veil of normalcy to call and for him to see just the effect he had on you.

"Hey," Nico nervously calls out your name, forcing your attention back to him. He was hovering on the other side of the mattress, one of his hands nervously rubbing at the nape of his neck, "I think I'm going to go ahead and sleep on the couch, so you can have your space."

"No," You protest a bit too loudly, and you suddenly remember the couple across the hall from you. You know Nola’s going to tease you to no end when she finds out about this, "I told you, you're not sleeping on the couch in your home. If this makes you more uncomfortable, I'll go out there an-"

"It's not that," He swiftly interrupts, wanting nothing more than to reach over his bed and pull you into his chest, but he doesn't, "I only want you to be comfortable."

"I am," You affirm through a shaky breath, not able to break away from his piercing gaze, "I promise, I am."

"Good," He delicately breathes out, "Let's sleep then."

You slip underneath the blanket, making sure that you leave enough space between the two of you so you don't accidentally brush against him. As you're shifting in an attempt to get comfortable, Nico switches the lamp off and you welcome the darkness that envelopes you. Now, Nico won't be able to see how nauseatingly nervous you are, and you won't be distracted by his arms or the dimples that indented his cheeks.

Once you finally settle yourself in a way you like, you try and will yourself to sleep by squeezing your eyes shut, but the soft sounds of his breathing makes it hard. It makes you hyper aware that the very guy you’d practically fallen in love with was less than two feet away and under the same blanket as you. It makes it almost impossible to calm your mind, to let your brain relax enough so that you can sleep.

“Goodnight,” Nico softly mumbles, and you feel the tips of his fingers brush against your hip, but the touch was gone almost as soon as it came.

“Goodnight, Nico.”

When you wake up the next morning, you instantly pick up on the slightly uncomfortable feeling of an arm under your head, and the weight of another on your waist, keeping you pressed against the chest of the man who was just occupying your dreams. Your legs were tangled with Nico’s in a way that made it hard to tell where your body ended and his began. You weren’t entirely sure when the two of you ended up in this position, but you weren’t necessarily going to complain either. However, you knew if you stayed like this for too long, you’d let yourself grow hopeful for something that was never there.

“Nico, wake up,” You carefully nudge him, slightly wriggling under his hold, “Wake up.”

You feel him stir behind you before his fingers sre slightly pressing into your hip, his hold on you tightening as he mumbles, “Stop moving like that.”

If you thought you were flustered before, it was absolutely nothing compared to how you were feeling now. Your entire body heated up in embarrassment as a slew of apologies tumbled from your mouth, but Nico doesn’t let up his grip enough to let you move. He keeps you slotted against him, his breath fanning against your ear as your shudder under his touch.

“Nico” You swallow thickly, “What are you doing?”

“Holding you,” He plainly states, “While I can.”

There goes that flame of hope flickering again, but this time he’s fanning it on his own.

“What do you mean,” You hesitantly ask, eyes fluttering closed as you slowly let yourself back into the moment.

“Before we’re just friends again.”

“Why do you so sound disappointed,” You test, your hand subconsciously grasping at his arm to keep yourself grounded.

“Because I want to be more,” He shakily admits as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, worried that he just ruined the best thing he’d ever had, but there was no going back now.

The flame was a full blown fire now and it was burning so brightly that it was almost blinding. The last thing you expected was to wake up in Nico’s arms, let alone him telling you that he wanted to be more than friends. It was overwhelming, dizzying, in all the best ways.

“Do you really,” You weakly whisper, slowly turning around that so you were facing him.

His eyes were still hooded from sleep, but they were still dancing across your face like he was trying to commit it to memory. He gently brings his hand up to your face, pushing away the strands of hair that had fallen in your eyes before he cradled your jaw in his palm. The pad of thumb caresses the apex of your cheek as you peer up at him, gaze wide and pliant, waiting for him to say something.

“I do,” He reassures, the corners of his mouth twitching as he carefully brushes his finger over your lips, “I want to be as much as you’ll let me be.”

“I want you to be everything.”

[candyheartedchy]

personally i wouldnt really worry about being ooc as long as you're having fun with it!!! theyre YOUR f/os, you know them well I'm sure, so I'd just trust myself with it! at the end of the day you're doing it for yourself :]

You are absolutely right! And yeah fictional characters will be ooc at times depending on the fan because everyone has a different perspective of their favorite characters and how they see them personally. Which can be comforting or fun to explore doing so!

And I do agree, at the end of the day I’m doing it for myself!

[sarahsmi13s]

fuck/marry/kill: Eddie, Tommy & Buck from 9-1-1? 🌚

how dare you make me choose

because HOW CAN I CHOOSE

LIKE

HOW

soooo can i like...

f- all of them

m- all of them

k- mr and mrs buckley because they literally had buck just so they could have a match for daniel and treated him horribly

[peppermintmochafem]

shit that thought about "you need to sub first to start domming" IS SO COMMON in the bdsm community in my country AND IS WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS. the most annoying thing is it being applied to domme women/feminine-presenting people and not on cis dom men, which annoys people with common sense even more. and like, coming from a switch (i used to think i was a dom exclusively, then it only took a fem to put me in my place and boom turned out I was sub-leaning actually), whilst it is true that people need to know how certain things feel before trying them on a sub, but that only means yall guys need to do your research and try how wax/some devices feel on your body, and not to put yourself in a dynamic you don't feel comfortable in. and you're so right people tend to misinterpret that thought in order to abuse people (in slavic communities - women specifically, I'm not exactly sure how the situation is in western countries). so yeah excuse my yapping lol, i just find this one hitting close to home, cause it used to be one the main statements in the community in my youth, though now it is healing slowly with better people joining in

~👀

ugh thank you for sharing ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[yoohyeon]

kdee for the playlist pretty please!!!

He’s so cute 😭😭😭😭

K- Kitty run - AleXa

D- Damian - Dreamcatcher

E- Effortless - A.C.E

E- Eye on you - Wonho

Send me your name and I’ll make you a mini playlist that start with those letters

[thebutchprinxe]

the way my body kept me awake till six in the morning