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This is your official invitation to send Frasier (or Cheers) Christmas-themed requests! Feeling the giffing inspiration suddenly
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Hey love bug! Guess who's backkkkk😍can you do farah and Kate laswell comforting reader with a headache bc I have one right now probably because I eat a shit ton of sugar and haven't drank water since the last ice age
Hey there! Please drink some water! I know you sent that request in a few days ago, but I hope you're feeling better now!
Farah and Laswell with a Reader with a Headache
Farah: She’d get fussy over you and demand you drink some water immediately. Won’t say too much while handing you a big glass of water, though. You better drink half of it in one go and gradually drink the rest of it sooner rather than later. She makes sure that you will drink the water and refills the glass as well, doesn’t matter how much you complain. She can be stern when she needs to be and this is one of those times. She doesn’t immediately grab some headache meds, though, opting for literally everything else first. Drink some water, go to bed at a reasonable time, take a long nap, just rest up, that sort of stuff. Only when the headache doesn’t seem to be going away will she resort to giving you some meds. Or when it worsens, whichever comes first. However, if it’s just a headache because you haven’t slept well in a while, then she’ll usher you to sleep while she does most of the housework. Will be quiet while she does so, however. She’s a very competent sniper, she knows how to be quiet while doing something.
Laswell: Like Farah, she would not be very pleased with you not drinking much, or any, water. Will give you the nearest bottle of water she can grab, even one with a flavor you like to give you more of an incentive to drink it. Will also make sure that you actually drink it, she’ll stand beside you and watch you down the water bottle, leave and emerge with a new one in hand. Will also use meds as a last resort sort of thing and tries everything else before that. It’s not that she’s against using medication, but using too much of it can lessen its effectiveness, so she’d prefer you take a nap or go to bed to make it go away. If the headache won’t go away or gets worse then, like Farah, she’ll grab the meds and give you some. Will also usher you to bed if you’re not feeling well, she’ll leave you alone for the time being. Cooks dinner for you and her and only calls you when it’s time to eat. Afterwards it’s time for you to go to bed again and sleep the headache off. Laswell can handle herself and the housework in the meantime, but she will be a little more stern with you if you decide to wake up for no good reason. You will be sleeping it off, whether you like it or not.
#cod#cod x reader#farah karim#farah karim x reader#kate laswell#kate laswell x reader#I am not back just yet I just had some time to clean out my inbox tonight#I am so tired of all this studying I don't wanna anymore I just wanna have that driver's license already#1.500 questions and I have to know the answer to each and every one of them by heart by the second of April#I'm not sure I'll actually pass I'm so nervous. but I can only do my best and that's it#I'll try either way but it's so frustrating to get the questions wrong again and again#there's so much to know about cars and driving. who would have thought#but yeah I'm only posting the two requests I have in my inbox tonight so they won't bother me as I try to fall asleep#I'll disappear again after today for at least another one and a half weeks. no clue when I'll be properly back just yet#getting one's driver's license is so much work and it's so expensive as well orz I paid 1.900€#I better get it as well!!!
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Helloooo can I request single dad Toji living with his son megumi but then neighbor reader moves in and yk HAHHAHAH anyways love ur works
Hi!! Okay, okay, okay SOOOOO cute 🥰 I LOVE this trope sooooo much. Thank you smmm anon 💕💕 I have the smexiest ask in my inbox rn, so I thought I would start with some innocent fluff 🤭
Toji is like... super down bad in this one btw
One and a Half Men □○
Toji swore off of dating the day he became a single father. Never again, he told himself. He was too busy. Too preoccupied. Too grown to be playing a twenty-something year old's game. It was evident by his whisps of gray hair, earned over the three and a half challenging years of fatherhood.
When Megumi was first born, Toji found him and his bundle of joy a nice enough apartment, conveniently next to an uninhabited one so Megumi's cries wouldn't wake up any neighbors. Toji kept his head down and focused on what he needed to do. He worked, he took care of his baby boy, and he just kept moving forward.
And he kept good on his promise... very good. Until you showed up.
"Oh, good morning Megumi! Hi Mr. Toji, how are you guys doing today?"
There you were. A beautiful, shining sweetheart, kind and angelic down to your very core. A college student, roughly twenty years old, full of life and hope and love. And the Fushiguro's neighbor of six months.
"I told ya' a million times doll, don't call me Mr. Anything. Makes me feel older than I already am." Toji can't help the way his heart pulses in his chest everytime you flash that bright smile his way. He wishes he could.
"Okay, Mr. Toji." You giggle him off, shrugging away his gruff tone as Megumi let's go of his dad's finger and starts waddling over to you, the smallest smile parting his chubby cheeks.
"Hi y~y/n. M'mmorning. I have new shirt." Megumi makes his way over to you, grabbing your hand with one of his while the other stretches the fabric of his yellow and blue t-shirt towards you, showing it off.
"Oh wow! I see! You look very dapper this morning, Megumi!" Toji watches as you crouch down in front of Megumi, absent-mindedly patting down the raven strands of hair protruding out of the little boys' scalp
Hm, Toji thinks, watching as you blabber back and forth with the little man, smile widening more and more with every word Megumi stumbles out.
A buzzing notification from his phone distracts him from the heartwarming scene. Fuck, graveyard shift tonight.
"Well, I'm very glad you like it, you look suuuuper handsome, just like your daddy." Toji's ears perk up when he hears that. He let's a smirk slip when he realizes you're already looking at him, holding little Gumi's hand.
Hearing Megumi's quiet giggles reminds him of his current conundrum. He doesn't have anyone to look after Megumi tonight.
"Um hey, y/n, are you busy tonight?" Toji scratches the back of his neck, keeping a cool composure as his heart picks up speed.
"No, I don't think so! Why?" You stand up, caressing Megumi's head when he clings to your legs.
"I don't like asking for favors, but could you watch Megumi tonight? I'll pay ya." Toji ignores Megumi's excited squeal at the mention of spending the night at your place, knowing at this rate, he would probably have the same reaction.
"Oh my god, I'd love to! You really don't have to pay me, it would be my pleasure. He's such a little gentleman." Almost as excited as Megumi, you agree, softly squeezing the toddler's tiny shoulders.
You say your goodbyes, explaining how you need to run to the store and that Toji can drop Megumi off whenever.
As you wave goodbye, Megumi turns back to his daddy, huge smile overtaking his dumpling face.
"Yay, tank you dada! I wuv y/n, so nice and pretty." Toji has never seen his little boy so excited.
"Yeah, me too, little guy." Toji mused, walking down the apartment building's hallway, distracted by confirming his shift with his boss.
"Dada wove y/n too?" Megumi mumbles to himself, looking up at his dad with bright, hopeful eyes.
"Uhm, huh? Uh she's a very nice young lady, Megs." Realizing what he said, he backtracks, distracting Megumi with under chin tickles.
"Okay Dada." Megumi giggles, scrunching his chin to his chest, trying to stop the tingles infecting his little body.
...
Megumi was quick to warm up to you when you first moved in. It was just something about you. Maybe it was the same thing that had Toji head over heels the moment he first talked to you.
You were so refreshing to be around. Both Toji and Megumi were so used to only having each other. A young, smiling, motherly woman was such a fulfilling person to have around. Like a missing piece. Your presence was magnetic to the small family, both of them adoring you, only in different ways.
Everything about you was so beautiful. It almost made Toji nervous...
"Dada... knock knock." Megumi pulls Toji's hand towards your door, reminding him of the task at hand.
"You got it bud." Toji picks Megumi up under his armpits, letting him do the knocking.
Immediately, the door swings open, revealing a smiling you, clad in a flimsy tank top and baggy sweatpants.
"Megumi!!" You exclaim, laughing as the little boy grabs your neck and transfers himself into your arms.
"Yayyayayay, y/n!" Megumi squeezes you before turning to his dad.
"Bye bye, dada. Night night." Megumi immediately waves to his dad, almost kicking him out.
"Hold on, little man. Let me talk to y/n for a minute." Toji huffed a laugh as you smiled, moving to the side to let him in.
Toji declined coming in, explaining that he didn't want to intrude. He began explaining that Megumi was due for sleep, saying how it's already way past his bedtime. You point to your room, assuring him that Megumi would be sleeping like a king and that you were drowning in school work, too much to worry about sleeping on the couch.
Toji nodded along, beginning to tune your melodic voice out as he observed the way a sleepy Megumi snuggled into your neck, and the way your hand cradled his head, carding through his messy hair.
"Okay, well, I don't want to keep you too long, Toji! Megumi is safe and sound, and will be asleep verrryyy soon." You tease the little boy, knowing that he's already fighting sleep, dozing off on your shoulder.
Toji smiled when he didn't hear an honorific before his name. Your body froze up as he moved unbelievably close to you, face rubbing against yours as he cups the back of Megumi's head, kissing him goodnight.
"Thanks again, text me if you need anything. Be a good boy Gumi, love ya." Toji waves goodbye as you close the door, turning in your place to take a deep breath, feeling your heated cheeks with the back of your hand, pulling yourself together. What a man.
Your fan-girling subsides when you feel a yawn against your neck, reminding you of the exhausted little boy in your arms.
"Let's get you to bed, buddy. We can have fun in the morning, okay?" You feel a mumble on your skin as you walk to your room, taking in the little boys matching pajamas, little toes covered with fluffy socks. Your heart melts in your chest. How cute.
"Alright, there we go. All set, bud?" You smile down at Megumi tucked in your pink bedding, little head resting on your memory foam pillow.
"Back rub, please?" Megumi pleads, instinctively rubbing his scalp with flat hands. That's where the messy hair comes from.
"Okay, bud." You soften your voice as the boy rolls around in your bed, laying on his chubby little tummy.
He hums happily when he feels the weight of your hand on his back, making grabby hands at your unoccupied one, asking to hold it.
"Dada woves you. He said so to me." Megumi smiles softly, squeezing you hand.
"Oh! Um... oh! He said that?" A wave of shock and flush runs through your body, chest and face heating up.
"Mhm. He thinks you're pretty. I think he wants- marry you." Gumi goes rouge as sleep clouds his little mind, cutting into his own sentences.
"Allrrighhtt Megs... let's focus on bedtime, okay?" You giggle out, feeling like a schoolgirl after hearing the unreliable narrator's thoughts.
"Mmh, okay. Night night, Mama."
...
You didn't get a lick of sleep. How could you? Piles of work was banging at your brain, but the only thing you could think of was Toji and Megumi. Mama.
Pulling at your face, you snap out of your panicked thoughts when you hear a door open and the weight of a tiny body running to your couch. Looking up, your heart breaks in half.
"Y/nnn, bad dreammm. I had bad dream." Megumi sobs out, hands seeking comfort in his hair rubbing his head in agony. His face is puffy and red as tears run down his chubby cheeks, sniffing and crying.
"Oh Gumi, I'm sorry baby... here, come here honey." Climbing onto the couch, Megumi rushes into your arms, holding onto you like you would disappear. Sighing, you stand up with the little boy koala bear-ing you, pacing back and forth as you hush him.
Gazing at the time displayed on the oven, you see that it's already four in the morning. Megumi burrows himself into your body, getting as close as possible to you, seeking the maternal comfort your provide.
"M so sleepy. Don't wanna be by myself." Megumi eventually sighs after tiring himself out, fidgeting with the strap of your tank top.
"Let's sit down, okay bubs? Let's just take some deep breaths." You feel like a nervous wreck, hoping you're comforting Megumi well enough, not fully knowing what to do.
Sitting back down, you pat his back, resting your head on the back of the couch. The weight of Megumi's tired head on your chest grounds you. As you begin dozing off, you feel Megumi's grip on you relax, signaling his sleep.
Exhaling, you rest your arms around the resting lump, finally letting sleep overtake you.
...
Bright and early, you're awoken by the sounds of cabinets opening and closing. You freak out, thinking someone was ransacking your apartment before you open your eyes to see a little body wandering around your kitchen.
"Thirsty." Was the only explanation you get from the messy haired boy as he continued look for a glass.
Pouring him a glass of water, you place him on a chair in your small kitchen, starting his breakfast.
Megumi mumbles to himself as you prepare his scrambled eggs, keeping himself entertained. As you sit across from him, placing his plate in front of him, he smiles and thanks you quietly before digging in.
You drink your coffee, enjoying the peace and quiet provided by Megumi's preoccupied mind...
"Y/n?"
"Yes, Gumi?"
"Do you love dada?"
Megumi brings it up again. Great. Nosey little boy.
"Because I want a mommy. And you're good at it. I think you should be my mama."
"Hey, Gumi, what's your favorite dinosaur?" You blurt out, stopping the conversation as soon as possible.
The little boy glares at you, too smart to be tricked, but giving in anyway.
"T-rex."
...
"Dada! Y/n took good care of me!" Megumi sung the highest of praises when you opened the door to an exhausted Toji.
"I'm sure she did! I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." Toji teased, seeing the dark bags manifesting under your eyes.
"No, not at all, he's a very good boy." You smiled giving Megumi one last hug before he grabbed onto his dad's thumb.
"Thank you so much again, really it means the world to us." Toji reminded you, pulling a fifty out of his pocket, almost begging you to take it. You insisted on him keeping it, joking that the economy is too tough to be stealing his money. Saying their final goodbyes, Toji and Megumi left you alone with your thoughts.
Oh my god. Toji looked so good. His sweatshirt made his already huge frame look unbelievably broader, looking so protective as he held onto his little boy at your door.
You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you.
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
*PART TWO IS NOW UP!!!!!* https://www.tumblr.com/sillysillygoofygoose/740703539826917377/one-and-a-half-men-one?source=share
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Good Game
ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Cheerleader!reader
ʚ word count: 1.3k words
ʚ warnings: RPF!! , otherwise none.
ʚ request: anon ask; “are you down to make a kate martin x cheerleader reader?”
ʚ rimunagenius speaks: here’s another request! i love that you guys are sending requests, and i’m glad that i’m the one you’re choosing to ask to write them! thank you so much for liking what i write, truly unbelievable. Also, I’m making my way through my inbox so from now on, my fics will most likely be request, so feel free to drop some more, but also, please be patient as i continue to do so! enjoy!
"Good job, Martin!" You yelled at you waved your pom poms infront of you, engaging in your cheer, but looking to the side as the Iowa women's basketball team ran down the tunnel for half time.
You gave her the biggest smile, getting one in return. "Thank you!" She grabbed a cup of water and ran down the tunnel following her teammates.
Usually that's how all of your interactions went. A 'good job' or 'you're doing great' here and there. Kate was your favorite on the team. She was tall, pretty, kind, and really damn good at playing ball. What's there not to like about her? You always mentioned her to your cheer friends; they evolved to trying to start up conversations with Kate and bring you into it.
It helped that one of your bestfriends was on the basketball team, too. You and Kylie met on your first day at Iowa University. You two have been inseparable since then.
So every game, you'd get to just a little bit early, hitching a ride with Kylie, and she knew full well why you did it. There was the off chance that you'd talk to Kate. They normally had shoot around, and the cheer team would get there just a half hour later to start warm ups and make sure the music was working.
You valued your time before every home game. That's why Kylie made sure to make you bump into Kate on your way into the big game tonight.
"Hey, Kate!" Kylie shouted to the blonde ahead. She turned around, her long blonde hair twisting as she turned to look at you and Kylie.
"Hey! Oh, Hi!" Kate greeted her teammate, and then greeting you, with a side hug. She was much taller this close than from the sideline to baseline view. Your knees were weak.
"Hey! You excited for tonight?" You beamed, you were also excited for tonight. The big Iowa vs. UConn game for the final four spot.
"Yeah, super. Your cheering tonight?" Kate knew the answer, she just didn't know what to say because you made her nervous. You could tell by the way her cheeks reddened immediately after asking.
"Yeah, I am. That's why I came with Kylie." You turned to point to your friend, only to find she left. You look up ahead and see her walking with Sydney down the hall towards the lockerroom. "Oh, nice." You whispered as you turned back to Kate.
Your cheeks turning pink just by the sheer height difference. "Nice, you're gonna cheer for me right? Your favorite on the team obviously." She bumped your shoulder, making you laugh.
"I will cheer for you, but only out of obligation. Y'know, I didn't get a full ride for nothing." Your sarcasm eliciting a small giggle from the tall blonde.
"Haha, very funny." Kate looked ahead, catching Kylie peak her head out of the lockerroom doorway, immediately blushing harder.
"Kylie's actually my favorite, but i'll make an acception for the cute golden retriever." You smiled up at Kate, tossing a small strand of hair up playfully, her smile widening some more.
"Yay, the cute cheerleader loves me." She bumped your shoulder again, both of you walking into the lockerroom like big grinning idiots. Kylie definitely texts you after you walk out with your headphones she had in her bag, asking how it went.
You walked onto the court, a couple of your teammates here already, smiling at your phone while you told Kylie what happened. You then didn't fail to talk about it all the way until the girls started warms ups. You didn't want to get caught talking about a minor interaction between your literal crush.
"Wait, stop. I think Kate likes you, babe." Your teammate literally stopped you dead in your tracks. You didn't know if you heard that correctly. You hoped you did.
"No, stop it. No she doesn't." You looked over, and sure enough Kate had been looking at you. You both gave eachother a small smile before resuming to your respective duties.
"Girl, she's been looking over here every thirty seconds. Of course she likes you." You smiled softly, thanking the cheer gods that your uniform looked so good on you. Seriously, you were glad you were confident enough to strike up a conversation. She was so pretty you didn't think you'd be able to do it.
"Okay, stop telling me that or that's all i'll think about all night, and I don't want to forget our cheers. Especially the half time performance." You sighed as you walked off the court, to do stationary stretches, while the girls used the full court to do warm up drills.
Now it was your turn to stare. You watched her as she moved in sync with her team. Fully enamored by the way she moved, communicated, and played with her team.
During the game, was no different. You’d watch her play, literally just watched her. Something about her was just so intriguing. You couldn’t look away.
She’d look to you, smile and continue to play her game. She would try and hide the smile when she heard you scream ‘let’s go 20’ and hasn’t stopped thinking about it. She thought about it all the way through the second half, and completely into half time.
She wished she could watch the halftime performance, wanting to watch you do your thing, in that pretty uniform, the skirt that fit you perfectly. You two had seemed to be totally enamored with eachother it was driving you both nuts.
After the game, the team went into the tunnel, for the normal post game talk. You were nervous to sit in, Coach Bluder allowing you to sit and listen since Kylie was your ride and you were just minding your own business. The lockerroom was fairly big, you finding a spot infront of a locker, scrolling through tiktok with your headphones on. You hadn’t known the huddle was over until someone was approaching you.
Looking up, you met the perfect blue eyes yet again. You looked up and saw you were sitting at her locker. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll just—“ You started talking and got up when she had already reached for her towel on the top shelf. Your bodies were pressed against eachother, eyes looking into the others, your breath mixing together.
“Oh..uh. Sorry!” Kate said, sidestepping to let you pass. Both your cheeks were red and demeanor suddenly timid and bashful. The things you two did to eachother.
You neeed her number.
She needed your number.
You then stood by Kylie’s locker, waiting for her to finish up, her opting to shower at her home, and then before walking out, you turned around and walked up to Kate. You didn’t know if it was the confidence of Iowa winning the game, the adrenaline running super high. But either way, you were doing it.
It was now or never. You liked her, and wanted to talk to her longer than short conversations before and after games. Getting closer, you tapped her on her shoulder. Her eyes wide, a soft puppy look on her face, god your knees were weak. “Hey!” She smiled as she put her basketball shoes in her bag, sliding her feet into her slides.
“Hey! So, you can totally say no, but I wanted to know if I could get your number?” You smiled nervously at the blonde, her smile growing wider.
“Yeah, of course. Here.” She handed you her phone, letting you type in your number, sending a quick text so you could save her number in your phone. Feeling your phone vibrate, you thank her and handed her her phone back.
Her now standing infront of you, you decided to kiss her cheek. Her face immediately turning a light shade of red. She rubbed the back of her neck softly, before looking down at her feet and then back up to you.
“Good game tonight, Martin.” You turned heel, and walked out the door leaving her absolutely stunned. She could not wait to text you tonight.
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author's note; hey everyone, mari here, just wanted to say thank you for 1k followers!!!!!!!!1 that's crazy, and you guys are so so amazing and cool and swag. i thought about doing a celly, (fun fact, i've never done one of those!) but i've decided to save that for next time and attempt to do a draft clean out.
i have 117 drafts, really just pages upon pages of unfinished work that i'd like to get out at some point. so, if you enjoy my writing, under the cut will be excerpts from fics/oneshots/series' that i haven't finished. if any of them of them peak your interest, please let me know by either leaving a comment, or something in my inbox. i'll try and work on the ones that have the most interest first, and then finish the others. if this doesn't make sense, or you have any questions, you can let me know in the same fashion.
dad!jt compher x fem!reader
Eamon huffs out of frustration. “She’ll already marry Sammy B. by then.”
Laughter escapes JT’s lips, “and who is Sammy B.?”
He huffs again. “He has black hair, and he sits by her in reading. Why can’t I have hair like mommy?”
“I got my hair color from my dad, your papa, just like you got yours from daddy.” You explain.
“Well, I don’t want daddy’s stupid h-hair.” Eamon’s voice waivers, and the tears that he was holding in begin to free fall. He turns into your side, clutching your shirt.
This idea randomly came to me. Eamon would probably be in either first or second grade, and has a little crush like all kids have. Said crush doesn't like his hair color, and tells him that flat out because kids are menaces and very blunt. OR. Was floating around the idea of the same concept, but perhaps a teenage girl? tween girl, maybe middle school age, and the boy she likes only likes blondes, so she asks to dye her hair blonde? But obviously that conversation would be waaaay more mature. I don't know. If you have any thoughts, feel free to let me know.
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jack hughes x fem!reader (best friends brother/kinda enemies to lovers)
"You can put your drink on my tab." A voice says, coming up from behind you, a hand on the small of your back as he takes a seat at the barstool to your right. You smile to yourself, shaking your head before turning to him.
You quirk a brow at him, "I did that already."
He rolls his eyes at your answer, taking a sip of his own drink, some beer you'd never heard of until earlier tonight. You'd taken a sip of Luke's earlier, and about gagged at the taste. "Of course you did."
You shrug your shoulders, no shame in your game. You were at a bar with about a dozen NHL players, you'd be damned if you had to buy your own drinks. "I already told Lukey I'm not paying for anything this weekend."
The request: Hiii can I request something where reader and luke know each other from college and they’re at a party or bar and jack is visiting luke so they see each other and jack is interested in reader but she’s playing hard to get 🤭
I changed the request a bit, so it's set in this season when Luke is already with the Devils, and reader visits during that 5 game homestead. This would probably be a long one shot, and I like the idea of combining these tropes:
forbidden
best friends brother
enemies to lovers (but not insanely enemies)
(more below, but a different part than above)
He scoffs, his hand pushing into your shoulder, playfully of course. "I love this relationship that we have."
You quirk a brow, bringing your glass to your lips, finishing off the rest of your white russian. "And what relationship is that?"
"The one where you pretend you're not in love with your best friends older brother."
"I always did like Quinn." You respond, an innocent smile on your lips.
"No-"
You cut him off. "Plus, he has that whole Captain thing going on. Very sexy."
"He has a girlfriend!" He exclaims.
You shrug your shoulders, leaning in closer to face him. "That's too bad."
You're obviously joking, but Jack doesn't seem to catch on. "And, you're too young for him."
You shoot him a questioning look. "But not for you, huh?"
He slides his barstool closer to yours, the fabric of his jeans making contact with the bare skin of your knee. "Are you still dating that college fuck, what was his name.. Alan?"
Your tongue rolls over your bottom lip. "Aiden."
He nods, feigning a look of realization, while you both know that he knew his name. "Right, Aiden." He confirms. "The guy who leaves you on the side of the road at 3am."
You scoff, shaking your head. "That was one time."
Your eyes shoot to his palm, that has found a place on your thigh, his warm hand against your cold skin sending a chill throughout your body.
"I could never leave a pretty girl like you on the side of the road." He continues.
Probably going to have a lot of bickering throughout the fic, reader will be hardheaded and uncompromising on fucking up her friendship with Luke. I haven't fleshed out the personalities I want them to have yet so this is in a very rough stage. If you have any thoughts, feel free to let me know.
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nathan mackinnon x fem!reader (5 year age gap)
“Today’s my 23rd birthday.” You say, before taking a sip of your drink, your attention to the right, where a man as struck up a conversation with you at the bar.
He takes a swig of his beer, his eyes roaming your body before they finally meet your gaze again. He looks conflicted, his brows tensed as if battling an internal war.
You weren’t stupid. You graduated college top of your class—with honors, and even if you hadn’t, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that you were speaking to an older man.
The only man, to even catch a sliver of your entire, in the entire bar. You’d caught eyes with him from across the room, back when you were pushed in a booth with your friends. He looked away immediately, but you could feel his eyes on you every now and again, before you finally excused yourself from the table and went up to the bar. You wore a black slip dress, your hair cascading down your back with silver glitter hair tinsel placed throughout. You didn't bother turning to see if he would follow you, you don't chase, you attract. If he sat in the chair next to you, then he was buying you a drink. And if he didn't, then you'd move on to the next.
“Happy Birthday.” He finally said.
"What happened to your nose?" You were over the birthday formalities-having received them all night. You had questions for the man sitting next to you, starting with his bruised nose, a prominent and formidable feature dominating his face that you couldn't take your eyes off of. With him looking straight at you, you could see that it curved slightly to your right. Nothing stopped the thoughts of feeling it against your skin.
"My nose?" He questions. There's surprise in his tone of voice, like he forgot about the bruise on his nose, or surprised that you'd asked about it.
"Quite the shiner you got there." You comment again, bringing your glass to your lips again, this time finishing off the rest.
"Uh-" he pauses. There it is again with those tensed eyebrows, you wished you could gauge what he was thinking about. "Work incident."
"Damn, where do you work?" You let out a chuckle. You hadn't meant to be blunt, but you couldn't imagine what line of work would create a bruise like that.
He finishes his beer, setting it back on the counter with a light thud. "I work in..sports."
"What are you like a gym teacher?"
He laughs, for the first time since he's sat down next to you. You could tell that he had a nice smile. "Something like that."
Another fic starting in a bar. Don't know how this started, but very self indulgent as I am 22 and suffer from nate mac brainrot daily ! I have no idea for plot at all, literally nothing. I'd probably want to include smut of some sort, that seems very much where the vibe is heading, but I am absolutely terrible at writing it, so I'll have to do some research and practice writing that (if you have any tips-please let me know!!)
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quinn hughes x fem!reader (debating on making this an oc)
Quinn and Reader (debating on making reader an OC!) are getting married in a week, and reader is still struggling to write her vows. Will probably be a long fic and include the wedding. A bit angsty, but a lot of fluff to make up for it. I'd probably give reader/oc emotionally distant parents?? Or maybe her parents are divorced? Not sure. It'll mid offseason, so we'll probably see a lot of familiar faces (j. norris, b. tkachuk, etc.)
Your frustration mounted as you released an exasperated sigh, the eraser of your pencil frantically working overtime to correct yet another line that failed to capture the right essence. You flicked away the eraser remnants with a swift motion of your palm, straightening out your legs and allowing the spiral notebook to settle in your lap. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, you closed your eyes, simultaneously opening and closing your hand in an attempt to alleviate the cramping in your fingers. A burgeoning headache threatened to take hold, and you could feel a slight discomfort in your eyes after hours of writing without the aid of your glasses.
A week, you were getting married in a week, and you still hadn't finished writing your vows. Admittedly, you had procrastinated until the last minute, but you hadn't anticipated the challenge to be this daunting. Your love for Quinn surpassed anything you had ever experienced, so why was expressing it in words proving to be such a formidable task? Frustration morphed into annoyance, and you carelessly tossed the notebook onto the modest coffee table before rising from the couch and heading towards the bathroom.
You were grateful that no one was home at the moment. Everyone had gone out for lunch, and you chose to remain behind, citing a lack of sleep the previous night as the reason for your decision to take a nap. While that wasn't entirely false – your night had indeed been restless – your true intention wasn't to catch up on sleep while the others were away. Quinn, being the caring soul he was, insisted on staying with you, but you resisted his efforts and practically ushered him out the door. That was about an hour ago, and you were keenly aware that their return was imminent.
Delving into the medicine cabinet, your fingers located the bottle of aspirin. You poured two into your palm, easily popping them into your mouth and washing them down with water from the sink. Gazing into the mirror, you couldn't help but cringe at your reflection. The extent of your fatigue hit you with full force – the bags under your eyes were darker than you had ever seen them.
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quinn hughes x fem!reader
This would probably just be a fluffy, short, domestic blurb, don't really have any other plot ideas for this.
Arriving home from work, all you wanted to do was take a shower and collapse into your bed. Tonight was an exception, with your shift extending later than usual, around 10:30, instead of your customary 9. Combine that with your regular hour-long commute, and it's almost midnight by the time you finally get home. Silently navigating through the dark and quiet house, it appears that your boyfriend is already asleep. However, as you step into your shared bedroom, you find him slumped against the headboard, eyes fixed on his iPad, headphones in.
The soft glow from the screen casts a muted ambiance in the room, the only sound being the distant hum of the city outside. Your initial fatigue gives way to a subtle pang of guilt, realizing he stayed up to wait for you, something he quite often did when he was home, even though you insisted he not.
He doesn't notice you, until you've crossed over to your dresser to grab your nightclothes before your shower, slightly jumping before dropping his iPad and taking out his headphones. "Hey, you're finally home." He comments, climbing out of his previous spot on the bed to sit at the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off the edge.
You yawn, turning around to face him. "Don't you have to be up early tomorrow?" You question. He pats his thighs, gesturing for you step over to him.
Leaving your clothes to rest on the dresser, you walk over to him. Quinn widens his legs so you can step in between them. Wordlessly, his fingers trail up your waist, to your chest, beginning to undo the buttons of your white lab coat. He slides the fabric off your shoulders, leaving only the black satin blouse you'd been wearing underneath.
He pulls gently at your collar, drawing your lips to his softly. His hands drop to your waist, gripping at your sides to guide you on top of him until you're straddling him.
"Are you okay, Quinn?" you ask, breaking apart from the kiss, just enough for your foreheads to remain pressed against each other.
"Just missed you." he mumbles, pulling you into a hug, his head finding a comfortable spot in the crook of your neck.
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jack hughes x fem!reader
Toxicity, angst, angry sex, maybe second chance love, idk.
"Where have you been?" Jack's inquiry slices through the air, surprising you as you step quietly through the front door. Your boyfriend, still awake and perched on the couch, rises to his feet the moment the door closes, arms crossed at his chest, a sour expression gracing his features. Your brows furrow in confusion as you lift one foot behind you, placing your hand on the wall for balance while attempting to undo your heel.
"What?" His question catches you off guard, especially because you had left him multiple messages earlier, clearly communicating your plans for the night—messages that went unanswered, leaving you on read once again. He sighs, a mix of frustration and concern, and crosses over to you, bending down. Without a word, he grabs your knee, gently pulling your heel-clad foot to rest on your knee, his hands deftly moving to undo the straps. He repeats the same with the other foot, before releasing you of his hold.
"I don't like you being out this late," he says, the firmness in his voice evident as he pushes himself up from his feet. Suddenly, he's towering over you, and you angle your neck to look up at him, annoyance etching your face.
"Sorry, Dad, didn't realize I had a curfew," you slur with a wry smile, a hint of laughter punctuating the absurdity of his concern. With a last dismissive glance, you shake your head and push past him, your shoulder bumping into his side as you ascend the stairs to the bedroom.
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quinn hughes x fem!reader
Quinn shows the reader that she can enjoy her birthday when the two of them spend it together for the first time. Would be super fluffy, reader will be written to have two dads, though I might make it an OC instead.
Quinn's persistent nuzzling against your shoulder blade disrupts your peaceful slumber. With a groan, you bury your head deeper into the pillow, yearning to cling to a few more precious moments of sleep before the demands of the day pull you from its embrace. Gradually, he initiates a series of tender kisses, commencing at your collarbone and concluding at that delightful spot just beneath your neck. "Happy Birthday, Angel," Quinn murmurs, his warm breath brushing against your skin.
Gently parting your eyelids, you shift on your other side to meet his gaze. His eyes are already fixed on you, brimming with adoration, as his teeth graze at his bottom lip. The morning sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow that accentuates just how gorgeous he truly is. Even in the early hours, with disheveled hair and faint remnants of drool, he remains undeniably handsome in every retrospect.
"Thank you," you express your gratitude softly, a subtle shyness tinting your voice.
Birthdays, even as a child, never held much appeal for you. The discomfort of being the focal point, the recipient of attention, has remained a constant, and birthdays, with their inevitable spotlight, are something you've always actively avoided. Yet, here you are, facing a birthday that feels different, primarily because Quinn is here to share it with you. This marks the first birthday you're spending with him in the span of your three year relationship, and it's a welcomed departure from the usual routine. It's a rarity, considering his demanding schedule that seldom grants him time off, but you know it's because he'll be leaving for a four game road-trip on Monday.
Reaching over, his hand envelops yours, fingers applying deliberate pressure that prompts a satisfying crack from your knuckles. It's a peculiar habit he picked up from you, a subtle exchange of quirks that began when you surprised him with it initially. "I have a special day planned for you," he announces, punctuating his words with a tender kiss pressed into the center of your palm.
"You know I don't want a fuss, Quinn," you mumble, weariness etched across your features.
He senses your reluctance and responds swiftly, his touch gentle as he brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes. "Not too much," he reassures, his words soothing against your worries. "Just want to celebrate you, Angel, on your day." Drawing nearer, he shifts, propping himself up on his right arm as he hovers over you. "Will you let me?" He wets his bottom lip, anticipation palpable as he awaits your response.
A small, close-lipped smile graces your lips as you reach up, your fingers delicately tracing over the overgrown scruff that lines his face. "Of course I will." A wide grin spreads across his face in response to your words, and he leans in, morning breath be damned, as your lips meet in a soft, synchronized dance.
He breaks apart, planting a kiss on your nose, before carefully stepping over you to get out of bed. "You get ready, I'll make breakfast."
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luke hughes x fem!reader (but not really)
This is part two to Nobody's Love. I finished it, but I absolutely hate it, and will basically be starting over from square one. Below is where we would've left off, but when I finish this properly, it won't start with this dialogue, it will probably open within a flashback, and this part will be later in the story (if that makes sense).
"What's going on here?" Your blood runs cold at the sound of his voice, and you immediately break away from Jack, moving with an urgency as if you'd been caught doing something forbidden. Frantically, your hands move to wipe away the lingering traces of tears that you'd shed just moments ago. But your efforts to disguise your emotions prove futile as Luke's keen eyes detect the remnants of your sorrow, and his face contorts into a mix of confusion and well-intended concern.
"Why is she crying? What did you do to her?" Luke's voice brims with accusation, his words directed at his brother.. He takes a step forward, his intent to comfort you clear in his movement. You instinctively shuffle backwards, creating a protective distance, your arms loosely crossing over your chest.
Jack scoffs, disbelief etched across his features. "I didn't do anything," he retorts, his tone dripping with emphasis on the word 'I,' subtly implying that Luke is the source of your distress.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Luke's words slice through the air, laced with an unmistakable edge. His face tinges with a reddish hue as his gaze drills into Jack.
Again, would love to give you a bigger excerpt, but I hate everything else of what I've written LMAO. Let me know your thoughts if you have any.
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quinn hughes x darcy sorokin (black fem!oc)
Basically a quinn x single mom au. May rewrite this entire thing. Also, started this months ago and loved the name Sunny for the kid (Sunny Sorokin) (no relation to the hockey player) but now I kind of hate it :)
Quinn became utterly enamored with her the moment his gaze met hers in the diner. She was a delightful surprise, replacing his usual waiter, Johnny, to collect his order. Her dark skin seemed to radiate a subtle glow under the dim diner lights, and her curly hair was artfully gathered in a loose bun resting at the back of her neck, adorned with a floral bandana draped over it. When she smiled, her dimples and the slight gap between her front teeth only added to her charm, leaving Quinn captivated and unable to shake thoughts of her for days.
Quinn stumbled upon Alma’s, the quaint diner, during his rookie year in Vancouver. Its unassuming atmosphere, a hidden gem tucked away, immediately resonated with him, providing a sense of ease. Combine that with the staff’s familial treatment, and he easily became a regular patron. Now, however, his visits weren’t just about unwinding and savoring a meal; he hoped to encounter the beautiful waitress he had learned was named Darcy (not through inquiry, but thanks to her name tag — he was too anxious to ask). Quinn relished any excuse to come to the diner, whether to be served by Darcy or simply steal glances at her when she wasn’t looking.
Quinn’s attempts to discreetly observe Darcy didn’t go unnoticed. She could sense the weight of his gaze, subtly tracking her movements around the diner. Intrigued and slightly puzzled by his behavior, Darcy decided to approach her co-worker, Johnny, to inquire about this regular customer. Johnny, with his wealth of experience at the diner, shared that Quinn was a nice guy who had been a faithful patron for years. He detailed Quinn’s routine of ordering the same breakfast every morning—soft scrambled eggs on wheat—followed by prolonged disappearances, especially during the summer months. Armed with this newfound knowledge, Darcy’s curiosity about the handsome and somewhat mysterious customer deepened.
Darcy couldn’t deny the undeniable attractiveness of the man. His chestnut brown hair, steadily growing out since their first encounter, months ago, often required his attention as he habitually moved it out of his line of sight. His eyes, a deep brown that occasionally hinted at hazel in the early morning light. The way his teeth grazed over his bottom lip during conversation, though she was unsure if it was born out of nervousness or mere habit. Following the tumultuous chapter with her ex-boyfriend, after nearly five years, another man had finally found a place in her thoughts.
She harbored these thoughts secretly, keeping them locked away from anyone but herself. With her son, Sunny, now five years old, she couldn’t afford to be hasty. Sunny, more aware of his surroundings, comprehended things with greater clarity. She had already delicately explained the departure of his father, her ex-boyfriend, wanting to shield him from the unnecessary pain of the wondering, not knowing. And despite yearnings for companionship, she held the burden of guilt for Sunny’s lack of a father figure, and understood the importance of not rushing into a relationship that wasn’t genuine. Both she and Sunny deserved better, and she was determined to prioritize their well-being.
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quinn hughes x fem!reader
Quinn and Reader go to their favorite diner late after a game. Probably lots of fluff, reminiscing. Possibly out of character Quinn, not too sure if he'd be into pda in front of the wags LOL.
Hovering in the distant corner, your fingers nervously toyed with the security pass draped around your neck, its edge resting just above the waistline of your jeans. A cluster of other wives and girlfriends lingered in the same vicinity, engaged in casual banter among themselves. You offered polite smiles, but there was no effort on their part to include you, nor did you make any overtures to join their conversation.
At last, you caught sight of a familiar mop of brown hair making its way down the hallway. The impulse to sprint towards him, leap into his arms, and plant an immediate kiss on his lips surged within you. However, with watchful eyes fixed on you, you opted for a more restrained approach, contenting yourself with a gentle caress of your hand against his right bicep. "Great game, Quinn."
A puzzled expression settles on his face, seemingly oblivious to the attention directed your way, or perhaps indifferent to it. His calloused hands find their place on your waist, guiding you closer as he dips his head low to meet your lips. Your fingers intertwine around his neck, and as his towering figure elevates you slightly off the ground, he murmurs, "Thank you, baby."
An orchestra of 'awws' surrounds you, a symphony of approval that bathes your cheeks in warmth. Quinn, charmed by your bashful response, lets out a chuckle, drawing you back into the protective embrace of his side. As he ushers both of you towards the back door, he bids the women farewell with a casual, "Goodnight, ladies," leaving the echo of their admiration suspended in the air.
"Goodbye, Quinn!" Their voices lingered with a touch of wistful admiration. You couldn't help but notice the collective enchantment Quinn seemed to cast on them. It wasn't entirely surprising—your boyfriend possessed a magnetic blend of boyish charm and dorky allure that had a way of rendering anyone weak in the knees. Since being crowned captain and amassing a string of victories, his newfound confidence only added to his undeniable sex appeal.
The night air nips at the exposed skin, coaxing you to cling closer to Quinn's comforting frame. As you approach the car, the two of you reluctantly break apart. "Do you want me to drive?" Quinn shakes his head with an easy smile, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before courteously opening the passenger side door for you.
You smoothly slide into the car, and Quinn secures the door behind you. With a jog to the driver's side, he swiftly settles into the seat, key in the ignition. Your hand instinctively reaches for the heat controls, but Quinn, ever attentive, beats you to it. After ensuring your seatbelt is on, he rests his hand on your thigh, the warmth of his touch contrasting the cool night air as he skillfully navigates out of the once bustling parking garage.
"Eddie's?" His voice dances just above the soft melody of the radio in the background. Tilting your head to the left, you catch his gaze for a fleeting moment before his focus returns to the road.
"Okay" You nod absentmindedly, a yawn escaping your lips as you lean your head against the window of the car.
He peers at you once more, skepticism lingering in his gaze. "Are you sure? We can just call it a night and head home if you're tired."
Your hand descends onto his, offering a reassuring squeeze. Fatigue clings to you, but the knowledge that he's hungry and wouldn't eat if you went home propels you forward. "I want to go out with you, Quinn."
A grin overtakes his lips, and he brings your hand up to his mouth, peppering a kiss against your palm.
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dawson mercer x juniper hughes (fem!oc) (luke's twin)
Remember last halloween when I floated around the idea of dawson x hughes sister. I started it, barely a sliver into the universe. I also know very little about dawson other than I think he's an absolute cutie pie, so I'll have to do some research for this series for sure. Will deal with heavy topics such as alcoholism, addiction, etc, so if that is triggering for you, this may not be the series for you, please take care of yourself, love you.
Juniper Hughes was no stranger to the judgmental eyes. They seemed to trail her everywhere she went, the invisible weight of societal expectations bearing down on her, reminding her both of who her family was and who she wasn't. While her brothers excelled as perfect, professional athletes, following in her parents' footsteps, she had been on a different journey—one of recovery from alcoholism after her expulsion from school due to underage drinking.
Twelve long years of arduous study, relentless commitment to extracurricular activities, unending string of tests, and the suffocating pressure of expectations—Juniper endured it all. Only one fateful night was enough to strip away everything she'd worked for. In the blink of an eye, her scholarship to Brown University was lost, her only friend torn from her, and her dignity shattered into pieces. The ruthless media, once her cheerleaders, rapidly transformed into her tormentors, subjecting her to a public shaming campaign for her mistakes, constantly drawing odious comparisons with her accomplished brothers. The intrusive question hung heavily in the air, echoing endlessly: where had her parents gone wrong with her?
Why was she so deeply flawed while her brothers seemed to glide through life unburdened? Why couldn't she manage a regular relationship-whether it was with alcohol, food, or people, but they could? Juniper's life had always been marked by relentless effort, a result of sheer necessity. Unlike her brothers, nothing seemed to come naturally to her—school, sports, it all required double the hard work just to lag two steps behind them. Alcohol served as her escape, a means to shed the heavy cloak of perfectionism that enveloped her. It provided release, a fleeting respite from her self-imposed pressures. Juniper enjoyed the person she became when she drank, but the mornings after, the ensuing guilt and repercussions, they ruined her.
"Cleaned out the guest bedroom for you, Twinny," Luke's voice is gentle as he opens the bedroom door, ushering you inside. Juniper offers him a nod, accompanied by a faint smile, and steps into the room. It's devoid of any distinctive character, featuring only four white walls, a simple bed, and a closet. As she walks around, she can't help but grimace, the stark emptiness of the room triggering memories of your time in the rehab center.
Juniper gracefully lowers herself onto the edge of the bed, her fingers delicately tracing the intricate designs on the black and white duvet. Luke and Jack linger in the doorway, observing her with wordless, almost reverent gazes, as if any sound might shatter the fragile stillness of the room. She clears her throat, then turns her gaze toward her brothers. "Thanks."
While this fic will deal with heavy topics, I don't want this entire series to be super depressing, so I'll try and add equal amounts fluff!!
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jack hughes x fem!reader
Part of the Bless the Broken Road series. Jack gets the kids up and takes them to school for the first time without readers help. Super fluffy. Might completely rewrite it, though.
"Hey, wake up." Y/N shakes Jack awake, her hand pressing into his shoulder as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to him.
Jack groans, stirring in his sleep, his eyes squinting open to meet her chocolate brown gaze.
"Remember, school starts at 8, kids need to be up by 7, and you need to be out the door no later than 7:45."
Y/N leaned down to plant a tender kiss on his forehead before straightening up. With grace, she retrieved her phone from the dresser and picked up her coat hanging from the back of the door. "Yeah, I know, I got it, baby," he dismissed, though when Y/N glanced back at him, his eyelids had drooped shut once more.
She flicks his cheek. "Don't fall back asleep!"
She was well aware of Jack's exhaustion, considering he had a late game last night that went into overtime. However, she had a scheduled meeting with a contractor at the bakery early in the morning, which meant Jack had to shoulder the responsibility of taking the twins to school.
Smacking her finger away, he forced his eyes open once more and sat up, leaning against the headboard. "I'm up." He rasps, "now go before you're late."
She gives him a knowing look, shaking her head. "Call me if you need anything."
"We'll be fine." He assures.
Things were definitely not fine. Jack couldn't pinpoint when or how it happened, but at some indeterminate moment, he'd drifted back into sleep, only to be roused by a gentle poking on his forehead and a soft voice by his side. He blinked his eyes open, finding his youngest son, Adler, right in front of him, his lips curved into a pout.
"Where's mommy?" Adler asks.
Jack's eyes shoot wide open, and he promptly sits up, his gaze fixed on the alarm clock perched atop the dresser, which displayed the time as 7:36. With a swift hand running through his tousled brown hair, he mutters a curse under his breath. Adler instinctively takes a step back as Jack moves abruptly, his tiny hands fidgeting nervously, forming knots of unease in front of him.
Exhaling a deep breath, Jack pushed off the covers, swinging his feet to the right side of the bed. He gently grasps Adler's shoulders, using one hand to push stray curls out of his eye line, his voice soft and reassuring. "Mommy had to go to work early today,"
Adler nods. "So no school today?"
Jack shakes his head. "I'm gonna take you. Will you wake up your brother for me, please?"
He nods, and Jack breaks into a grin, pulling Adler into a tight hug. With a gentle lift, Jack stands up, eliciting gleeful giggles from Adler as he spins them around in a circle. The sound of the child's laughter fills the quiet stillness of the house, prompting laughter of Jack's own. Setting Adler back down, the boy immediately dashes off, sprinting back to his bedroom.
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jack hughes x fem!reader (ex-situationship to lovers??)
Months ago, when Jack had insisted that you attend your first hockey game when the season started, he had presented you with one of his jerseys. It had ended up tucked away in the back of your closet, gathering dust and fading into oblivion. In fact, you'd nearly forgotten about it altogether. However, the morning after your conversation with Luke, a sudden thought about what to wear to the game had crossed your mind. You were certain of one thing: you had no intention of donning Jack's jersey. You did briefly consider asking Luke for one, but that would have been counterproductive since he shared the same last name as him. Instead, you were determined to indulge in a little pettiness.
On that particular day, you impulsively ordered a Red Wings jersey from eBay. It happened to be Moritz Seider's jersey, though you didn't really know much about him, or whether he was still actively playing or not. Frankly, you didn't care. You had no intention of cheering for the Red Wings, you simply saw the purchase as a final "fuck you" to Jack Hughes.
Reader and Jack "breakup" and so she wears a different jersey to a game to spite him. Jack gets jealous, yada yada you can probably guess the vibes.
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trevor zegras x fem!reader (bookstore owner)
Trevor comes into readers bookshop a couple times a week, begging to take her out on a date. Might turn into a 3 times he asked and the 1 time she said yes type thing. Not sure!
"Go on a date with me." Your gaze transitions from the non-fiction books that you were presently shelving to the tall blonde on your right. He regards you with eager anticipation, awaiting your response, although it seems to be no different from all the previous rejections you've given him.
"Don't you have anything more productive to do than pester me while I'm trying to work?" Your voice carries a tinge of irritation as you descend from the small stepladder.
He offers a nonchalant shrug, feigning innocence with an expression of mock sincerity. "Just one date."
You push your way past him, making contact with his side as you stride back toward the front desk. He tails you, mirroring your movements like a lost puppy, eventually leaning his elbows casually on the tall counter, opposite to where you take a seat behind it.
"Why must you deny this obvious chemistry?" He's teasing, his face leaning on his hand as he looks intently at you. You let out a huff of laughter, settling into the spinny chair.
"Does rejection get you off or something?"
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luke hughes x fem!reader
Reader broke up with Luke months ago, and doesn't expect to see him again, but she does, and he wants answers. Angsty, but will probably have a happy ending.
You tried your best to move on from him, putting in every ounce of effort you could to try and forget him. You threw yourself into your work, deliberately steered clear of the songs that held his memory, and even canceled your ESPN Plus subscription to shield yourself from the overpowering sadness that welled up whenever you saw him on the ice.
You weren't angry with him; anger had no place in your heart. After all, you were the one who had made the difficult decision to end things with him. You had asked him to leave your apartment as he struggled through sobs, his voice filled with desperation, seeking answers about what had led to the dissolution of your relationship. And despite the tears brimming in your own eyes, you didn't break down, standing your ground as he tried to challenge your conclusion.
Your sadness clung to you like a relentless shadow, casting a long and persistent gloom over your life for months. The vibrant and extroverted girl you once were seemed like a distant memory as you found solace in the confines of your home. Days passed in mechanical, robotic-like motions, each one blending into the next in a monotonous blur. Even the cheerful banter and laughter of your co-workers, which once provided a semblance of happiness, now felt like distant echoes in the cavernous emptiness of your heart. And nights were spent curled up on the couch, lost in the embrace of comforting films from your childhood, each frame a desperate attempt to escape the crushing loneliness that had become your all-encompassing reality.
You were aware it wasn't healthy, and though that knowledge weighed on you like a heavy anchor, you made no effort to climb up to the surface for air. The relentless ache in your chest, filled with sorrow and regret over losing the boy you had loved so deeply, was like a suffocating fog, clouding your vision at every turn. You couldn't go anywhere without being haunted by phantom images of him, his presence lingering like a stubborn ghost in the back of your mind.
It only got worse in the weeks leading up to the Devils vs. Red Wings game. You were aware that he would be in town, and that knowledge sent you spiraling into self-pity and uncertainty. You had deliberately steered clear of any rumors about his dating life, but your mind couldn't help but obsessively wonder whether he still missed you. Whether he mourned the loss of your relationship, or had moved on to someone better – a fear that had haunted you ever since he moved to Jersey even before the breakup.
It's a rainy Tuesday night, and you impassively make your way to Walmart with one single purpose in mind: to purchase alcohol and junk food. Your plan was simple – to watch the game and numb your sorrows with alcohol. You were fully aware of how pathetic it might seem, but at that moment, you simply don't care.
You stretch up onto your tiptoes, straining to reach a tall bottle of merlot perched on the top shelf, your shopping basket hanging from the crook of your elbow. In your haste to secure your wine, a sudden, sharp pain pierces your sternum. Your grip falters, and the basket slips from your grasp, clattering to the floor with an ear-splitting thud. One hand flies to your chest, your fingers resting on your heartbeat that pounded wildly against the thin fabric of your shirt. Disoriented, you stumble backward, the voice of a concerned stranger echoing in the distance as your vision blurs and darkness encroaches.
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jack hughes x fem!reader
Jack spends the night at Readers apartment for the first time, and asks her to move in with him. Probably would be a short blurb, maybe 1k-1.5k words and under.
"You live in this building?" Jack inquires, his gaze sweeping over the aging building, a typical five-story apartment complex in dire need of renovation. You nod at him, shutting the passenger-side door as you step out.
"Is this area safe?" He inquires, his eyes lingering hesitantly on the parking lot.
You were roughly forty minutes from Jack's neighborhood, and while this area was a bit rundown and perhaps less safe, you thankfully had never encountered any issues.
"Uh, yeah," you respond, taking Jack's hand and leading him toward the entrance. After a moment of rummaging in your bag, you locate the key to the building, insert it into the lock, and swing the door open. Jack grabs the door, gesturing for you to enter first.
Your building lacked an elevator, so you faced a long climb to the fifth floor, where apartment 48B awaited.
As you unlocked the door, you visually cringed at the chaotic scene that greeted you. Clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, dishes forming a precarious tower in the sink. You hadn't had a chance to tidy up before Jack insisted on spending the weekend in your modest abode. And although you hesitated, knowing your apartment was far from perfect, you couldn't resist any longer. You two had been dating for about a month, and he had yet to see where you lived. He'd casually mentioned it a few times, so you knew it was time to swallow your pride and invite him over.
"Sorry bout' the mess." You apologize, nearly tripping over yourself to grab a pile of clothes off the floor.
Jack runs his hand across the wall to his right, his fingers tracing the scattered nail gun holes. "What the hell happened to the wall?" he asks, furrowing his brows in concern.
You pause in your cleaning, turning to face him. "Oh, the neighbors like to get drunk and play with their nail gun. Don't stand too close." you warn, shaking your head.
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quinn hughes x pharmacist!femreader
Nothing started for this, but my time working in a retail pharmacy has me obsessed with writing this pairing. Might make her an OC, though. I love the idea of a badass working woman who doesn't put her life on hold just because she's married to a hockey player.
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If you're wondering about the status of Never Have I Ever, I'm gonna be honest, I may discontinue that 🫣. Sorry! I just have no motivation to write out that storyline now, but maybe sometime in the future I will.
author's note part two: Obviously this isn't all of my wips, only some, and most haven't been edited at all and a very rough drafts, but I wanted to give you a glimpse of what I have sitting in my drafts. I also have a lot of things in my inbox that I want to get written, but I have been slacking (clearly). I also wanna do some song fics because I've never done one and think that could be cool. Again, if you have any thoughts, don't hesitate to let me know.
#quinn hughes imagine#jack hughes imagine#luke hughes imagine#dawson mercer imagine#jt compher imagine#nathan mackinnon imagine#trevor zegras imagine
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𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏🌙
a/n: i had no clue what to do for the follower celebration because i have so many requests sitting in my inbox already from sleepovers. but i decided why not do something fun! first a quick note down below because i'm fucking emotional.
a massive thank you to those who read my works and like them and decided you liked them enough to follow. when i started writing on tumblr way back in 2020 i didn't think i'd hit this point. you guys are amazing and i'm very happy to have my little corner of the internet to spend time hanging out with y'all.
𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 1/27 - 2/10
i've created a list of favorite lines from shows, songs, and movies. but the twist is...you get to use the prompt! for whatever you want. moodboard, fics, art, however you want to use it. i've picked my own but i haven't added it to the list. i hope you decide to join by all means no pressure!
when you've decided what you want then just shoot me an ask and i'll cross out the line! also feel free to write it with whoever you want but please tag me so i can reblog/boost it here!
“You want me to make you some coffee?”
“You know me better than anyone. you always have.”
“I...want to lie here.”
“I know who I am when I'm alone. I'm something else when I see you.”
“I’ve known the warmth of your doorways. Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you.”
“Honey please, try to love me. My love will never die.”
“Nothing fucks with my baby.”
“I’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight.”
“We could die here. It's an option. it's not my choice, but it's an option.”
“If you need a second chance you can take mine.”
“Come and kiss me and let’s forget.”
“Wouldn't it be awful if we fell in love again?”
“You’ve fallen for me — completely. you’ve got me in your dreams.”
“I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly.”
"To me. You are perfect."
𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 1/27 - 2/2
if you don't wish to participate in the writing challenge, then this one is for you! below are a few fun games i have done before with sleepovers and some new ones. this will close earlier than the challenge, but feel free to send in however many you want!
🥀cym! send me a concept and i'll cast my beloved mutuals in a role.
🌙moodboard! drop a character + theme (and or au) in the inbox and i'll make you a moodboard.
🍷personal moodboard. mutuals if you would like a cute moodboard of vibes then let me know!
🚬send me a character + vibe and i'll make a mini playlist. (mutuals if you want one based on you i'll be happy to do that!)
💌 headcannons/drabbles! hop in to talk characters and concepts and whatever else you want!
#follower celebration🌙#i'm a bit nervous about this#i've never done a writing challenge#so it's nerve-wracking
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Hi:) what kind of stories do you like the most in terms of writing ? (Jock, bikers etc)
What kind of stories do you not like and/or have too much inboxes of?
Thanks! I love your stories btw
I have been thinking about this ask for a long time. I've been asked this question, or something very similar, several times before. And I have answered it. And I get asked it again. And asked again. And I get, even though I've written that I don't like celebrity TFs and reruns and sequels, requests for celebrity TFs and reruns and sequels over and over again.
I've been writing my stories here for about a year. I've posted almost 1,000 stories. Let's assume I've spent about an hour on each story. 1,000 hours of Tumblr! Almost three hours a day on average. Plus time for role-playing and the like.
If I had spent half the time in the pool or at the gym. And spent the other half learning Spanish… I wouldn't have an ounce of fat left on my body and would be fluent in Spanish. If I had tutored during that time, I could have earned 20 K euros. Ko-Fi earned me a staggering 15 USD in that time.
I always say that I wrote the stories here primarily for myself. Yes, the writing was hot. But the stories used to be in my head while I was jerking off. Was that worse or better?
There are very, very few people here with whom I had a lot of fun chatting. Really nice guys with whom I lived out hot fantasies. Virtually. Nothing was real. But still hot. I got a lot of likes and reblogs from a lot of people. I thank them for that. I received real appreciation from very, very few people. Thank you very, VERY much for that!
It wasn't exactly the question I was asked, but I asked myself which transformations I like best. My own is my favorite. It's more exhausting than the ones done by guys who use Chronivac. But I've decided to focus on my own transformation. And that's why I'm starting my Tumblr retreat today. There are a number of asks I'm already working on answering. I'll answer them later. Maybe there will be a few more exciting questions too. But only until tonight. Then Chronivac support will be closed. And I will delete the mass of unanswered asks.
I'll miss a lot of things when I retire here. But I have stopped smoking. And I managed to lose 20 kilograms a few years ago and get into the best shape of my life. Both were good for me. And I hope that the retreat from the virtual to the real transformation will be too.
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Could we get some fluffy NSFW hc's of any TFP characters of your choice with their smol human gf?
Yes, yes of course! Also, apologies for the wait. I had a bunch of other requests come in. <3
~*~*~*
Content: Includes Megatron and Optimus Prime with a female reader
Warnings: NSFW so, minors, DNI
Notes: I'm getting my Transformers requests out, since they've been in my inbox for almost a month now. Then I'll get back to my newest requests <3
~*~*~*
Megatron
Very kinky
I'm talking like, BDSM, choking, biting, scratching, yanking of hair, etc.
But, he knows you're much more fragile than he is, so he (begrudgingly) goes off of your pain tolerance
If he's your first, then he wont go all out with your first time. He'll keep it vanilla with only biting and slight scratching
If you guys have been together or he's not yuor first, he's going to assume you can take it and will make the session a long one, going all out
You'll have to introduce him to the idea of a safeword, and that you both need to agree on one
He's most likely going to suggest weapons like blaster, canon, hammer
You choose hammer, since it sounds the coolest
Megatron has also never been with a partner with hair before, so when he finds out hair pulling is a kink, expect his servo to be tangled in your hair every time, regardless of him yanking on it or not
Megatron, if he's feeling soft, will tie you up and speak to you softly instead of the usual degrade/praise combo he gives. Now it's strictly praise and love
He'll wander his servos gently over your body, giving you light kisses and whispering praises and proclaiming his love to you for the millionth time
If he's feeling soft, he'll tell you to relax in your restraints and let him do all the work (as if he doesn't already lol)
He never lets you top btw, especially now
Usually he takes, as a partner. But when he's having a soft moment with you? He gives. Tonights all about you, baby.
His aftercare is usually okay, but in his soft moments, its especially romantic
Megatron will shower you in praise while inside of you, kissing you endlessly and servicing you
Basically becomes a service top
Optimus Prime
Intimate moments with Optimus are almost always soft
There are times where he's rough as hell with you, but he always makes up for it after (and also always asks beforehand if he can be rough)
Optimus is pretty vanilla, he prefers missionary. But sometimes he'll switch it up
Optimus always chases your pleasure. He doesn't mind if he doesn't finish. In his mind, only yours matters
Optimus is happy to take care of you whenever he's not busy, since he normally cannot afford to just drop everything for you at any given time
Optimus will trace his servos over your body slowly, smiling down softly at you, whispering about how you're the most beautiful creature he's ever seen
He'd let you top tonight, becoming a service bottom. He's a switch, but he mostly leans top
He'll softly kiss your neck, keeping you flush to him, big servos finally halting on your back
He softly proclaims his love for you, while encouraging you to roam him with your hands
Very passionate night, does anything he can to please you
Many many kisses and sweet words and praises come from him, as he softly holds you against him
His cool metal contrasts your warm skin, especially when his cool digits dip inside of you
if he's feeling particularly submissive, he'll let you do whatever you want to him (including tie him up-)
If you're kinkier than this mech, you're gonna have to show him the ropes. He's a soft dom, and again, very vanilla
But when you look into those pretty optics of his, as he lays above or below you, just begging for you to give him the okay
He's so much bigger than you, so even if he's not feeling soft, he's going to be gentle with you unless you've been together a while and he knows your limits
Still have a safeword set up with him, just in case
Might be something to do with fruit, like "apple" or something food-related in general
#optimus prime x reader#megatron x reader#tfp megatron#tfp optimus prime#tfp optimus prime x reader#tfp megatron x reader#transformers prime
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Ok I can't think of anything for the Grychoppy blurb, so I'm not gonna write that now... But I do have this long overdue blurb to give you (and I promise I'll leave your inbox alone after this. Thank you for putting up with my crap for this long 😅)
So... Remember that vampire Wheezy x Y/N x Greasy thing we talked about? :) (Whether they're silly weasel vamps or hot human-like vamps, you decide)
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Wheezy grumbled to himself as he opened a new pack of cigarettes with skill that only a true chainsmoker could possess before lighting a few new smokes. Part of the benefit of already being dead- partially at least- was that you didn't have to worry about the side effects of these kinds of bad habits. Not that Wheezy would have cared. The relief the tobacco gave him was too addicting for him to care... That and he was far too irritated at the universe right now, 'Fucken' hell... Why did this have'ta happen?'
Of course, his soulmate, the one person he was supposed to have been looking forward to meeting when he started this new life, the one person who, according to Psycho, was supposed to be the life long companion meant for him, just so happened to be Greasy's soulmate too. Y/N... He hadn't thought much about finding his soulmate in all honesty, but out of all the people who he could have been paired up with, it was with that perverted moron?? He couldn't have gotten anybody else???
And somehow, the worst part was that you... Were a godamn sweetheart. Comfortable with the chaos of this household, very comfortable with Greasy's touching- and even reciprocated, making things pretty uncomfortable for Psycho and the boss. But they were still nice company to have. Definitely nice compared to the rest of his housemates... And they were pretty cute, too.
Wheezy could still remember- practically feel the spark that shot up his arm and down his spine when the two of you shook hands. Not a whole lot shocked him these days, but the feeling that he had gotten, the feeling deep in his bones that Y/N was the one, had been enough to make his expression go slack from its usually cold look. It must have, because Greasy had immediately zeroed in on his face. And knowing that sleaze, he already knew what had happened.
Wheezy didn't have to see the venomous betrayed look on the other vampires' faces to know that there was going to be hell to pay... After Greasy got back home escorting Y/N home. He only had a few precious moments of silence before the screeching would begin...
The sound of the door slamming open told Wheezy that his time had come, "¿Dónde está ese maldito fumador!?"
"Fuuuuck..." Contributing to his headache with unnecessary screeching. Strike one.
Either Greasy already knew where he would be, by the window in the back of the house, or those damn enhanced senses already gave away his position. Either way, it wasn't long before the green clad blood sucker had burst into the room in a rage, dark eyes narrowed viciously as he glared at the smoker. Who just looked plainly right back at him, "'Sup?"
It was a sarcastic response, of course. And it just spurred that spaniard into a bigger tiff; growling more Spanish that Wheezy couldn't care to think of the translation right now, and his fists clenched at his sides, "No puedo creer esta mierda. You actually had the gall..."
"I didn't do shit." Wheezy growled back, his usually concealed fangs shown momentarily. And they were clenched tightly around the many cigarettes in his mouth. He was in no mood for Greasy's bullshit tonight, and didn't bother trying to pretend not to know what this was about, "Last I checked, 'ya can't control who 'yer soulmate is."
"¡Sé que hiciste algo!" Greasy snarled back before stepping forward to jab an accusatory finger into his housemates chest. Ok, now he was invading his space; that was strike two, "Y/N isn't for you. You think you can just waltz in after all the hard work I've put in to get them!?"
"'Ya mean trynna get in their pants?"
That was a bit of a low blow. Y/N wasn't just a free meal and fuck to Greasy. To either of them. But Wheezy didn't care about the perverts feelings at that moment. Not with that sharp finger shoved in his chest, this ridiculous notion that he was trying to take away his teammates person, and no more fresh packs of smokes in his pocket- he should have known to go to the corner store today. If Greasy didn't back down, they were going to have problems.
Though, of course, that idiot didn't know when to quit. Not with women, and not this either apparently. That was evident with the way he sneered in Wheezy's face, and his eyes gleamed dangerously. It was a warning that Wheezy had seen many times before, and didn't feel at all intimidated by. But it certainly managed to piss him off right now, "No digas una puta palabra más sobre ellos..."
...
Fuck it. Greasy wanted a fight, he'll give him a fight.
The crunch of his housemates nose under his fist and the way he flew across the room was pretty satisfying. Had Greasy been a mortal, Wheezy probably would have broken his entire face in with that punch. Though fortunately for him, he just had a broken nose. Not that that would have stopped the pervert either way. He was always a persistent little shit, "¡¿Así es como va a ser fumador!?"
The smoker growled right back, cold eyes narrowing before flickering to the shine of metal in Greasy's hands. He just didn't know when to quit, did he? "If you say so..."
The fight didn't even last two minutes- though with all the crashing, hissing, claw and knife marks, they easily looked like they had been brawling for much longer- before it got the attention of everyone else in the house. Psycho in particular, had made a mad dash towards the commotion, and was practically drooling at the chance to sink his claws into something after being under house arrest for so long, "ARE WE FIGHTING!?"
"NO THE FUCK WE AIN'T!" Smartass exclaimed, pushing the lunatic to the side before jumping into the fray. With Stupid trailing behind him for backup.
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Ok I should probably end this here XD (I also just really wanted to end it with Smartass losing his shit on your boys XD). I know this isn't too long, and as such I couldn't get too many details in, and I'm not sure how well I wrote their tempers. But I hope this was still fun to read ^^
ITS ABOUT TIME I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I L O V E THIS. LOVE IS TOO MILD A WORD, ACTUALLY. I WOULD CHEAT ON MY HUSBAND WITH THIS FIC-
Ehem.
I WISH
I COULD COLLECT
MY T H O U G H T S.
BUT I CANT. SO I'M JUST GONNA YELL ALL THE THINGS HERE THAT MADE ME DIE, OKAY? AND WARNING I'M GONNA USE ALL CAPS AND NO I WILL NOT BE PRESSING CAPSLOCK- I WILL BE HOLDING DOWN SHIFT THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE THAT IS HOW EXCITED I AM.
I NEVERRRRRR GET OVER HOW GREAT GREASY's MANIPULATIVE CRAZY PERVERTED PERSONALITY MIXES WITH WHEEZY's ADDICTION ADDLED CHILL ONE. NEVER. AND ITS LIKE YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS GOING ON IN MY HEAD.
WHEEZY BEING FRUSTRATED ABOUT HIS LIFE. RELATEABLE GUY.
WHEEZY CALLING US A SWEATHEART. GAH!
GREASY JUST 'KNOWING' DAMNWELL WHAT JUST HAPPENED WHEN WHEEZY REALISED Y/N IS HIS SOULMATE. YES. WE LOVE JEALOUSY WHEN ITS FOUNDED ON ROCK.
-ACT THE FACT THAT WHEEZY KNOWS GREASY KNOWS? I LOVE THAT! I LOVE HOW WHEEZY G E TS HIS TEAMMATES.
OMG GREASY CALMLY TAKING Y/N HOME, KEEPING UP THE GOOD LOVER DEMEANOUR, WHILE WHEEZY GOES TO SMOKE OUT A WINDOW KNOWING THAT GREASY'S ABOUT TO Z O O M BACK THERE AND SERVE HIM A DISH OF UNDESERVED GREASY-THEMED CRAZY. E X C E L L E N T. AGAIN, HE K N O W S HIS TEAMMATES.
'the door slamming open told wheezy that his time had come'- XDDD OMG XD YOU ARE BOTH DRAMA KINGS.
JUST- JUST GREASY SLAMMING THE DOOR AND STORMIN G THROUGH THE HOUSE TO WHEEZY SENT ME.
"'Sup?"- WHEEZY. IN THE FACE OF MAMA GREASY'S FURY?? YOU WANNA GET BIT? MY GUY IS SO TIRED 😅😅😅
GREASY SPEAKING MORE SPANISH SINCE HE'S PISSED.
WHEEZY GETTING MAD TOO. HELL. THATS HOT.
WHEEZY COUNTING THE S T R I K E S.
'Y/N isn't for you'
THAT LOW BLOW FROM WHEEZY HOLY SHIT HE MUST BE FRUSTRATED. THE TENSION OH LORD. ITS H E A V Y.
WHEEZY PUNCHING GREASY WHEEZY PUNCHING GREASY WHEEZY PUNCHING GREASY!!
THE SUGGESTION THAT A BROKEN FACE WOULD NOT HAVE STOPPED GREASY'S PERSISTENT, CRAZY ASS. AND GREASY PULLING OUT HIS BLADE AHH. HE BRINGS AKNIFE TO A FIST FIGHT. THATS SUCH W E A S E L L Y, ASSHOLE MOVE AND THATS WHAT I LOVE ABOUT HIM.
PSYCHO DROOLING OVER THE FIGHT AND THAT LINE 😂😂😂😂 HE REMINDS ME OF A PONCHINELLO MONSTER (book f/o) IN THAT MOMENT AND IT JUST A D D S TO MY LOVE FOR THIS PIECE.
SMARTASS 🤣🤣🤣
ANNNND JUST MY FAVOURITE WORDS AND PHRASES (/YOUR MASTERFUL USE OF THEM) HERE: 'VENEMOUS', 'TIFF', 'GROWLING', 'GALL', 'SNARLED', 'WALTZ', 'SNEERED', 'MAD DASH', 'LUNATIC' AND 'AINT'.
... I'm sorry for the caps XD I love this though if that was not clear ^^
Peaceful and cute gifs to counteract the insane responce:
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'TIS THE DAMN SEASON !
‹ . merotwst's christmas and 250 followers celebration event ! ›
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[ what could you and your boy be up to this holiday season? ]
❅ PROMPT LIST !
» choose one of the following word prompts along with the dialogue prompt of your choice. keep in mind you may also send in your own dialogue or scenario if you'd like as long as it's associated with the word prompt.
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⇝frozen ; “is it safe to skate on?”, “careful with the icicles there!”, “i left it out for a bit and now it's frozen.”
⇝angels ; “come and lay down on the snow with me!” , “put the angels on the tree.” , “since when have you owned an angel cookie cutter?”
⇝coal ; “finally! back in the warmth!” , “i'll start a fire.” , “it's cozier around the fireplace with a blanket and a mug of hot cocoa.”
⇝scarf ; “here, have my scarf instead.” , “the snowman needs a scarf!” , “slow down! there's enough food for both of us don't scarf it all down in one go.”
⇝eggnog ; “this party's as awful as the eggnog they serve.” , “huh? what do you mean we're out of eggnogs?!” , “hey, can you give me a sip of that?”
⇝tree ; “picking one out doesn't have to be this complicated.” , “what do you mean chop the tree down?!” , “you think i can fit that through the door?”
⇝star ; “put it at the very top of the tree.” , “i love the star shaped frostings on this.” , “the stars are so bright tonight.”
⇝heat ; “heat up the oven for me, will you?” , “we don't really have snow where i come from.” , “careful! that's still hot.”
⇝wrap ; “i had to last minute christmas shop so... sorry if i couldn't wrap it.” , “wrap your arms around me, i'm cold.” , “who wraps their presents this way? it's so hard to open!”
⇝lights ; “i think that store is still open! its lights are still on!” , “why is there a blackout on christmas eve?!” , “could you hold on to the ladder while i try to hang the lights?”
⇝ball ; “stop throwing snowballs at my window!” , “would you come with me to a winter ball?” , “stop playing with the baubles and hang them on the tree already.”
⇝song ; “that's a pretty tune you're playing.” , “i liked listening to the carolers.” , “come on, sing it for me! i won't ask you again.”
⇝ event details:
request durations: dec 1 to dec 10 or until all the prompts have been taken
character limit: up to 3 characters but only 1 romantic character (x reader)
will write: platonic and/or romantic, twisted wonderland nrc students only, no ships (sorry </3)
will not write: nsfw (not yet folks)
writing format will be in drabbles or ficlet form.
❅ there will be 12 prompts given out. you may request your preferred twst character to be written using this single word prompt via my askbox. you may give your additional ideas along with your request.
❅ the prompts can only be requested once.
❅ what i mean by this is once i see a prompt + character requested, i'll update this list by crossing out the prompts already in my inbox.
❅ as much as i'd like to write multiple of the same prompt, i get bored way too quickly when things get redundant. adding to that, i'm also going to be quite busy this month so i'm only giving 12 prompts.
❅ what happens when two people send the same prompt? it's a first come first serve basis. the first one who sent the prompt in my inbox gets their fic written. however! doesn't mean if i find an idea interesting, i wouldn't save it for future fics ;)
❅ i want everyone to have fun and enjoy this holiday season! thank you all again so much for all the love you've been giving my works <3 i really enjoy it here because you all made it such a lovely place for me. sending you all so much love and i look forward to seeing your prompt ideas soon!
⇝event masterlist
© merotwst 2022
#. merowrites#tis the damn season merotwst#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland imagines
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Free Tarot Friday!
It's Friday, you know the drill. No stream tonight, but I'm still doing free one-card tarot pulls for folks here on tumblr! I'm working through ones I have in my inbox already first, but I'll go for a while until I get tired or I run out!
Repeat requesters from past FTFs are welcome, but please don't send multiple requests in one day! I accept anons, so this is honor system based, but don't be that person who sucks up my time so that other people can't take part.
Please read through my rules before sending a request. I've taken to just deleting asks that explicitly break the rules under "things I won't do," especially if they break more than one. If you aren't certain, reread the rules. If you still aren't certain, ask if it's something I'll do.
If you enjoy your reading, if you want a more in-depth option, or if you just like the work I do, consider dropping a couple dollars in my tip jar or commissioning me for a longer reading!
#aese speaks#tarot readings#free tarot friday#free tarot readings#free one card readings#tarot#tarotblr#witchblr#divination services#pls read the rules! my biggest peeve is people blatantly disregarding them and disrespecting me and my time#i do this for free and for fun! basic courtesy is expected!!#also perhaps say hello and please and thank you? i've deleted/skipped asks with just the question before bc its kind of rude
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HAPPY STS!
For any WIP(S) of your choice, what has inspired you to write your WIP(S)?
Happy STS to you too! 💙 Thank you for sending in this ask 😊 I'm very late answering it, and I'm so sorry about that!
Since I'm working on Murder in Heliopolis right now, I'll answer your Q for that one:
Back in 2022 I already knew about NaNoWriMo, but had never participated, either officially or unofficially. I had always wanted to, though! And around the time that NaNoWriMo was coming around the corner, I learned about another similar challenge called Writathon. It was pretty much the same thing, except instead of 50k in one month, it was 55,555 words in 5 weeks. And it overlapped almost completely with NaNoWriMo! I was free that month and didn't want to miss my chance to participate in them both 😄
I think it was about a week or so before both events began that I started brainstorming. I was on Pinterest a lot those days, saving inspo images for my fantasy series and other WIPs, and at some point I came across a lot of solarpunk themed images.
They were gorgeous. 🌿
Really, I was hooked.
I knew I wanted to do something different from what I'd been working on so far. I didn't want to do fantasy, and as far as scifi went, I already had a few WIPs but wasn't comfortable sharing them (this was one of the rules of Writathon; write and share 55555 words by deadline to win).
I also didn't want to have a story that I'd have to keep working on past the end of the challenges. (Ironic, lol) I figured a formulaic kind of story would be best. I decided to do a murder mystery.
Combine all of the above together and the solarpunk thriller Murder in Heliopolis was born! ☀️
Originally, it was meant to be a solarpunk mystery in the style of classic mysteries of the genre, a whodunnit with a clear beginning and end, so I wouldn't have to work on it past the end of the challenges.
🌿 ☀️ 🌱
Thanks for sending in this ask! 😊 Despite my tardiness, it was an absolute pleasure finding it in my inbox tonight. ✒
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aslkjdlasjf THIS GD SHOW, argh. i just finished season one, which i thought was a good idea, you know, finish the season before taking a break. *facepalms* i have those annoying things to do again (stupid household chores, every gd day you gotta do things), so it'll be a few hours before i can watch more, but i should be able to watch at least one or two more episodes today, so HOPEFULLY things will be a bit more resolved by tonight x'D
you were so right, there is so much happening, and i think EVERYONE on that gd ship needs a few years vacation after all this x'D
"married divorced remarried and divorced again and still having feelings for each other" asljdalksjda that is so correct, they are just that x'D
it's so fun, they're like "i don't trust him" pretty much all the time, and then Rush is like "so i had a dream" and Young is like "ok, i'll call General O'Neill" and they keep relying on each other so much right now, it's great, and Young risking the whole gd ship to save Rush, after having tried to kill him, what, twice already? amazing ❤
ah, yes, fanfiction ❤ it's so good at casting light on things from different angles, i love that, seeing characters and their motivations from all kinds of different point of views. though, you gif makers do that too and i love it, it's so great to look at different gif makers in the same fandoms and see how you focus different things.
right now i'm pretty exclusively reading McShep fics, but we'll see how that looks once i'm done with sgu x'D if you have any recs, please feel free to share!
btw, i've been trying to remember why i followed you from the start, and i'm pretty sure it's Star Trek, and specifically Spones, which, ALL MY LOVE! but i also want to mention how much i love following someone who gifs a lot of women, i love having more women on my dash! i never finished OUaT back in the days, but all your Regina and Swan Queen gifs are making me want to, and your Michelle Gomez gifs, waah, i do not want to watch CAoS! 😭 but you are kicking me in the butt about finishing Doctor Who too with your gifs of her (i sadly miss most of them though since i have it blacklisted for spoilers), i had no idea she was in it but man did that make me want to watch it when i found out!
okay, sorry that this got so long, even when i'm trying to keep things brief i end up being very wordy. so many things to say!
anyway, i'm gonna go do the things now, the sooner i get them done the sooner i can watch more sgu =D oh, wait, no, you posted something from 1x18 last night! i didn't look at it since i hadn't watched it yet, so i'm gonna go do that first! =D ❤
/Rodney anon
Oh don't be sorry , you can get wordy in my inbox whenever you like :3
You're fast! but why am I surprised, I finished 7 seasons of OUaT in a month lmao.
Well, imagine how it was for those who were watching sgu when it was actually airing, they did not have a chance to go and watch s2 right after s1, and you can :D so other things are not as bad as break between seasons of the show, but yeah, there's always things to do, sucks
askjhdaksjhd 'i just had a very interesting dream' scene is so good, and it so much better when you take it out of context lmao
well, they have to work together, they don't have a choice. you know how things were when he left rush on that planet, eli is smart, and eli was also right
but eli is still not good enough to do all the work, so no matter how much they don't trust each other, they have to work things out and work together and then finally going towards trust and comradery
well, at least they will try lmao
SPONES!!!!!!! SPOOOONEES! they are everything to me!!!!!
well, if you finish ouat and start caos... I am so sorry in advance lmao
I am not sure I can even explain what mess of the shows are those two, I have similar feelings towards both shows, I love the cast, I love some characters, I love women there, I hate the writers :D
Michelle is stunning in caos, there's also Miranda Otto, and they are like my moms, I love them, this show is worth watching just to look at them, but there's also... the rest of the show and plot asjkhdakjdh
same goes for ouat tbh, some characters are great and actors are doing such a good job and then there's whatever was happening in the show, but it;s still fun if you don't take it all seriously.
you will facepalm a lot and you will have an urge to rip your hair out sometimes, but if you try caos, I will give you two good reasons for it
that's it, think about it
okay, but you definitely need to watch doctor who, WATCH DOCTOR WHO!
#ask#Anonymous#rodney anon#oh man i suck at giving fanfiction recs#like i read so much and don't remember most of the titles#or it's all messed up and im not sure that title is from that fanfiction im thinking about lmao#well my first young x rush fic was stranger in a strange land and recently i read it second time and it's good i liked it#so im rereading young x rush fics right now and i will try to remember the titles and put them in my bookmarks#honestly i remember the title of that one fic not because it was my first fic#but because i love iron maiden askjhdakjdh
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My heart goes out to your inbox notifications tonight, bless your soul 🙏
On the subject of PLA OCs, I hope you don't mind me sharing mine that I've been making content for 😅
I have two, the other one being conceptually a little more entertaining in my eyes, but I already mentioned Quinn so I'll just share her to spare your inbox a little mercy. She's a young woman who's more or less just a skyfaller protagonist stand-in (sorry Akari/Dawn I love you too) with her main pokemon companion being a fan design of a regional Gliscor I actually made before PLA was a thing! (I stopped posting my work a while ago but fakemon design and community has been a passion of mine for years now 💖)
But yeah lmao! Quinn and her Gliscor are supposed to be a particular pair cause they actually both fell into Hisui together, and while her Gliscor still has all his memories of both their previous lives and friendship, Quinn didn't get so lucky and forgot everything.
She can tell this Gliscor is supposed to be her closest friend... but she can't even remember what his name is. So now she's just got this clingy pink flying scorpion following her everywhere. At least she's still got her best friend with her and vice versa. 💖💖💖
I haven't drawn a ton of them yet, but I do have these silly aggie.io sketches of varying quality from one of ChooChoo's events I never posted on Tumblr!! Hope these are enjoyable, thank you for your time and hope you have a great night friend! 💙
Haha thank you, my inbox is so full (but I enjoy it!!!! I’m having a lot of fun!!)
I love Quinn!! And her regional Gliscor is so cool; a fairy/ground type Gliscor is a very fun concept!! (and I think it still fits for a space theme!) I think it’s sweet that her Gliscor sticks with her even if she can’t remember him; he’s a good companion!! Her sneasel and dewott also seem like great company too ^^
Lovely artwork, and lovely characters!!! Thank you very much for sharing OP, they are great OCs!!
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Trick or Treat! 🦇🎃🕷️
Amazing, this is a pleasant surprise!! 😊😊😊 I've kinda locked myself in this weekend due to an irritating cold, and just finished polishing off one kids Halloween movie - because I like fun with my Halloween, not horror! XDD And saw these in my inbox! 💗💗💗
This is so pleasant, so I'll choose treat! According to the rules, that means I can share a snippet, a line, OC trivia, etc!
And it has to be Halloween themed, of course, so here's the yet unshared intro to a fic where Nakahara Chuuya, from the anime Bungou Stray Dogs, can see and talk to ghosts...
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Chuuya could see ghosts.
Which was precisely why he was sitting here drinking at this bar after the mission, the same thing he did after every mission. Tachihara was sitting next to him and thumping his back exuberantly, not sure if he was caught up in joyous remembrances or about to fall apart.
“They were good men! Good men!” he sniffed. “Hattori….and Kanemoto. I’m glad we were able to avenge them, Chuuya-san!”
“Yeah, good men. They were proud to serve in the Mafia…content to die the way they lived. Fearless.” Chuuya remembered the sharp crack of gunshots, the shock in the sudden silence, and then yelling as his men swarmed over their enemy in the abandoned warehouse, aiming for vengeance. Glancing back at the bodies, he'd caught a pair of steel gazes morphing into content smiles. Chuuya suppressed a shiver for a second time, and downed his glass, motioning for a refill. His men had died in the line of duty, helping to secure the Mafia’s assets against a rival upstart.
Tachihara’s eyes watered at the short eulogy. “Chuuya-san!!” he cried.
Tuning Tachihara’s exclamations out, Chuuya turned his head to observe the rest of the bar. He really wanted a distraction, and Tachihara’s constant proclamations over the recently deceased weren’t helping. A familiar figure caught his eye, and he stared, then scowled. Exactly the sort of distraction he didn’t want.
It was the bandaged bastard himself, sitting in a booth across from his new protégé, and, his current partner, Kuni-something. What were they doing here? Chuuya squinted. Was that some new member of the Agency? Some tall, red haired dude hovered silently next to Dazai’s shoulder. Why wasn’t he sitting? Eh, no matter. Probably that illusionist, he had short red hair too.
Chuuya turned back to Tachihara, who was fast getting drunk on liquor and his emotions. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? We still have work tomorrow, ya know.”
Tachihara sniffed again. “Right! We can’t let their deaths be in vain! I’ll see you tomorrow, Chuuya-san, don’t stay too late!”
Chuuya saw Tachihara off then turned back to his own drink, glad to finally drink in peace and quiet, without any reminders. He had just lifted his class up and was taking another sip when someone slammed into his arm, and his drink sloshed all over his shirt. Chuuya sputtered, “Hey, what’s the-”
“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.” A familiar face grinned down at him. Chuuya could feel his already short patience snap, hands clenching into fists.
“Let me help you out….” Dazai leaned across the bar in front of Chuuya, flagging down the bartender. “Another round for my short friend. How about a glass of milk?”
“Ha!? What are you trying to imply, bastard?”
“Why, Chuuuyaaa, don’t you think you’re a little short to be sitting at the bar? Someone could mistake you for a child!”
“Why you!!” Chuuya jumped off the stool and swung a leg at Dazai, who jumped back laughing.
“Enjoy your milk, Chuuyaaaa!” He waved as he traipsed out the door, following the Jinko and his partner.
“Ahh, you piss me off,” Chuuya grumbled, climbing back onto the stool, before noticing the glass of cold milk in front of him, and glaring at the offending liquid. He was about to order a proper drink when he shifted irritably. He really had no patience for lurkers tonight.
“Hey! You got a problem?” Chuuya turned to the presence he felt behind him and froze, mouth open in mid yell. It was the same man who was lurking around Dazai earlier, and Chuuya suddenly realized why he’d looked so familiar. The man had merely been studying him curiously, about to continue after Dazai when he suddenly straightened up and gave Chuuya his full attention. Chuuya’s mouth went dry.
“Crap, oh crap.” Chuuya turned back around to the bar and downed the last of the liquor in his glass. He studied the empty vessels in front of him for a moment before grabbing the glass of milk and chugging it down as well. “Bleh!” He felt sick. Snagging his hat and sliding off the stool, Chuuya brushed by the man and headed for the exit.
“You can see me? Hey! Wait!”
Chuuya didn’t bother to acknowledge the voice behind him. He made it to the exit before realizing….he really had to use the bathroom. Cursing, he swung in the men’s restroom.
“Hey! I need you to do something for me!” The voice followed him into the restroom.
“Nope, I am not drunk enough for this,” Chuuya muttered, nearing the stall at the back.
“Hey!”
“Nonononono, go away, I am not getting involved in this crap, it’s too fuckin’ creepy.” Chuuya was about to open the door to the stall when the man slammed his hand against the wall and loomed over Chuuya. Chuuya drew back against the wall, realizing he was pinned against it. “I need your help. Dazai is going to kill himself in a few days, and you need to stop him.”
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Hope you enjoyed this snippet! Still working the rest of this, but it was nice to revisit on Halloween!!!
Speaking of Halloween, I thought I only had two ghost AU fics...one where Chuuya sees ghosts (this one), and one where he is turned into a ghost. Going through my ghost folders, I discovered I in fact have a third ghost AU that I don't really remember writing.....one where he's possessed by a ghost. It seems to be a sequel to the first AU above. Which makes sense but...
I...really don't remember this one at all. That's kinda creepy >.>
#bungou stray dogs#halloween#thank you so much for the ask!!! <3 <3 <3 I hope you are having a wonderful weekend!!!#nakahara chuuya#my wips#my fics#Happy Halloween!#asks answered#ghost au
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I’m so glad my first ask kicked up such good discourse about Bond’s character. And I agree with all of them, Bond is a very multifaceted character and it’s very difficult to try to reign him in with just one interpretation.
My take on a dark!bond is very much still a personal preference and I’m (unfortunately) inclined to it but in more general aspects, I’d like to add that whether or not Bond is a “good” person will always in some way capacity be hindered by his trauma and chronic lack of trust. He’s very uncooperative when it comes to his mental well being and I think, to him, that’s probably half of what makes him dangerous in the field so he doesn’t do anything about it (now there’s a discussion about MI6 and their unwillingness to help with the mental upkeep of their agents to be had but maybe for another time). I think his deliberating mental aptitudes is the main reason I still don’t think his relationships can ever be wholly pleasant. He’s completely cut himself to humanity in some ways (and reality by extension) so him being in a relationship with Q or Vesper or Madeline should reflect that (in my mind at least). And I think the movies did a good enough job of doing that but whether he can rectify that’s trait of his or not is kind of up in there. I guess that’s where fanfiction comes in.
Additionally, as some have already said, there’s no way to definitely determine Bond’s moral character but his desire to be better (and unwillingness to do so by himself) is probably the most clear look into his psyche and what that means to a writer is all up to said writer.
Honestly I don’t think I have much left to add to this discourse because everyone else has already left such insightful comments. So I think I should stop harping on Bond’s character and start harping on Q’s: There’s a lot of discrepancies in Q’s characterization in fandom and I think that’s due in great part to the movies being unable to decide on his character. Generally, I don’t think Q can ever be “out of character” because there’s hardly enough of a character to out of. In some ways that’s a good thing, and in some ways it’s frustrating. But as always, this is just an opinion, do with it what you will ;)
Thank you for that first ask! It's led to some truly amazing discussions!! If only I was as committed to finishing some of my WIPs as I am to getting through my asks 😂
There's no 'unfortunately' about you enjoying something! I suppose it's only unfortunate if you can't find the content you like, but then I suppose there's a joy in writing it yourself 💕 If there are any fics that you think explore Bond's relationships/psyche well, feel free to ping them into my inbox anonymously if you're not comfortable putting them into the replies!
After I get at least eight hours of sleep, I'll be so ready to have that discussion about MI6 and their unwillingness to help with the mental upkeep of their agents, because I think it's such a crucial point for understanding not only Bond, but M and Moneypenny. I've also explored it in one of my Q-centric fics.
I think I've ranted enough about Bond and his relationships tonight 😂 so I'll move onto this great point:
Generally, I don’t think Q can ever be “out of character” because there’s hardly enough of a character to out of.
There's so little we know about him in canon (and that we're never likely to find out). What did he do before MI6? Does he have a military background like Boothroyd? What does he actually specialise in? Does he build all his tech or does he delegate? Does he have any friends? Parents? How did he come to end up at MI6? It's all up for interpretation. For me, the core part of him is a kind of arrogance, met with a real concern and care for the people he works with. He is, after all, a man who builds exceptional, personalised deadly weaponry, but then goes home and plants a big ol' kiss to his cats when he picks them up 🥲
Thank you for another thoughtful ask!
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