#coley writes <3

[lyn-ne]

new goal: hopefully get akikoha into the top 100 m/f ships on ao3 this year

[hangmanssunnies]

For those of you who don't know, I started working on fuck friendz to loverz way back in October. Today, I finally committed to organizing all the free writing I did for it into different chapter docs. And while I was doing that, I found an absolute gem. The line I wrote that started it all for my other series house we share.

[ncoley]

i think what i need is for someone to read through all the words and snippets I've written and sew them together like frankenstein into one single fic. because do i have 3000 words written in my google doc? yes. do these words come together to create a coherent story? absolutely not

[babydollmarauders]

WYD NOW? — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!singer!reader

summary: in which y/n writes a song about her ex-boyfriend, 3 years after their breakup, and it gets back to him, leading to their reconnection

notes: inspired by the song WYD Now? by Sadie Jean. ending kinda sucks, but ehh i did my best. pretty sure i lost motivation for this halfway through it, but i tried to power through.

not my gif

*** JUNE 17TH, 2018 ***

“i bet, at this time in a few years, we’ll be painting the walls of our shared apartment.” my boyfriend’s whisper rings through my ears as i turn my head to look at him.

heat rises to my cheeks, Jack’s blue eyes gazing into mine.

“yeah?” i laugh, running a hand through his hair, still damp from the shower he took before coming over.

“mhm.” he hums in confirmation, his hand snaking up under the stolen shirt that adorns my body, gripping my waist and pulling me closer. “i’ll be playing hockey, and you’ll be a big pop star, my little songbird.”

i bury my face into his neck in attempt to hide the redness on the apples of my cheeks from the nickname.

“you gonna write songs about me?” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the side of my head.

“i already do.” i murmur, my lips brushing against his collarbone, causing him to shiver.

*** JULY 30TH, 2019 ***

“i don’t think i understand.” it feels like my head is underwater, my lungs burning for oxygen, but unable to receive it.

“we can still be friends, y/n. you can call me whenever.” Jack sits on my bed, gripping my hands in his hold. “the future is just, so far away and we don’t know what’ll happen.

“i don’t want my dreams to hold you back from achieving yours, y/n. you may not see it right now, but this just seems like the best option for now. and maybe, down the line, once we’re both at a stable place in our careers, if we’re both single, we can revisit us.”

my head is bobbing ‘yes’ but my heart is screaming ‘no!’

it’s like my brain understands where he’s coming from, that he’s being logical and that he’s doing this for the greater good of both of us; no matter what we’ve always thought, we’re still just kids, we were dreaming. but my heart isn’t getting that message. all my heart knows is that it’s being crushed into a thousand pieces and it feels pretty unsalvageable right now.

“are you okay?”

it’s my instinct to tell him ‘yes’. my instinct to not let him know how much he’s really hurting me. how much i want to scream that we’ll be fine. that i would give up my dream to be by his side while he accomplishes his. but i know that would just hurt him; because that isn’t what he wants.

he may be hurting me, but he’s doing it for all the right reasons. he doesn’t want me to push my dreams aside for his, because he wants to see me living them. he wants the best for me.

“yeah, i’m okay. i understand.”

*** PRESENT: SOCIAL MEDIA ***

y/nonthegram

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y/nonthegram in your faded t-shirt

that i’ve kept this long

i still hear you laughing

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user13 NEW LYRICS??

user92 that’s what i was thinking too! seems too poetic to just be a caption

trevorzegras hey that looks familiar

user57 OH MY GOD NEW MUSIC?

user04 AHHH ANNOUNCE A NEW ALBUM PLEASE

user6 I’LL EVEN JUST TAKE A NEW SINGLE! I JUST NEED NEW MUSIC

tatemcrae my best friend writes the best captions

y/nonthegram MY best friend writes the best songs

tatemcrae says you!

user83 new love song? break-up song? both?

colecaufield what’s this 👀

y/nonthegram

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y/nonthegram surprise! ‘WYD Now?’ out tonight at midnight.

wholly written in my bedroom at 2am, this song means the absolute most to me, and i hope some of you can find comfort in it like i have <3

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user04 OH MY GOD! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING OUR EARS TONIGHT!

colecaufield so proud of you!

y/nonthegram thank you, coley ♥️

user94 since when does she know nhl players?

user63 she went to high school with some of the 2019 draft class

user72 I CAN’T WAIT OMG

user18 SHAKING, CRYING, THROWING UP! I’M SO EXCITED

_alexturcotte our little melody makin’ munchkin, making moves!

y/nonthegram oh god please don’t bring back “melody makin’ munchkin”

_alexturcotte too late

tatemcrae GO BEST FRIEND THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND

y/nonthegram LEMME KISS YOUR FACE!! MWAH!!

user55 i’m so curious to hear these lyrics 😭 how am i gonna wait 8 more hours?!

jackhughes

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jackhughes 3/3

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user77 hey wait, didn’t @/y/nonthegram date Jack in high school? is the new song yesterday about him?

user55 yess! it’s gotta be!

trevorzegras dizzyyy

user91 you should go listen to y/n’s new song 👀

user02 have you heard ‘WYD Now?’ ???

user36 omg he remembered to post 3/3

colecaufield same time next summer? 🫡

subbanator 🚀

y/nonthegram

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y/nonthegram i’m so grateful for all the love on ‘WYD Now?’ these past couple days! thank you all! <3

here’s some photos @/tatemcrae took at our song celly night last night to celebrate the release of WYD Now? and greedy!

in celebration, i’ll be answering some questions in the comments!

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user74 is the song fictional? or was it inspired by someone?

y/nonthegram not fictional <3

user99 is this a single off the upcoming album? or just a normal song?

y/nonthegram the album is still being written, so i can’t confirm or deny if this is a single because i’m not sure yet if it’ll be on the track list! <3

colecaufield omg y/n please come to Montreal! i love you so much! you’re my idol!

y/nonthegram hey remember that time i bumped you with my car? i think we should do that again! i’ll stomp on the gas this time!

colecaufield omg you noticed me!!

user42 at 18, where did you imagine yourself being at this age?

y/nonthegram New Jersey <3

trevorzegras where did he set the bar?

y/nonthegram above the moon

user28 if the song isn’t fictional, then who’s it about?

user96 it’s 100% about jack hughes. if you scroll way down on her page, there’s pics of her and jack in high school, but they stop when they were 18. then he moved to new jersey and now he’s playing hockey, like the song states “you finally got the job you like”. that we’re all aware of, she didn’t have any other boyfriends in high school. she and jack seemingly dated from ages 16-18 until he left for the NHL

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_quinnhughes 💙

user10 this song was amazing! i really related and it made me feel so seen!

user88 big question is: has jack heard the song yet?

jackhughes call me?

user98 @/user88 if he hadn’t, i’m guessing he has now

*** PRESENT: REAL LIFE ***

my heart races as the notification comes through.

i wasn’t sure if he listened to my music, or if the song would get back to him. i just needed to get my feelings down on paper, and then it turned into a song, and then i liked it too much to not release it.

the night i wrote it, i had played a small show in New York, and i could’ve sworn i saw him in the back of the venue. of course, i knew it wasn’t, but it had rattled me; bringing all my feelings for him back to the forefront of my brain.

“call him.” my head snaps up to face my best friend, her eyes soft as she looks at me from the doorway.

“i-” Tate cuts me off with a shake of her head.

“don’t make excuses, y/n. call him.” she repeats, “you deserve to be happy, and from what you’ve told me, he makes you happy.”

she doesn’t stick around; instead bidding me goodbye and heading back to my guest room to give me some privacy.

i pace my bedroom, iphone clutched in my hand. his contact is pulled up, but i can’t seem to build up the nerve to call him. though, it seems i don’t have to, because my phone begins to ring instead, Jack’s photo displaying on the screen.

“hi.” i breathe out, pressing the phone to my ear.

“hi.” he repeats. “i heard your new song. i’m so proud of you, my little songbird.”

my face heats up, blood rushing to my cheeks. i haven’t heard that nickname in almost four years.

“thank you.” my words come out a whisper, still in disbelief that i’m talking to him again.

“did you mean it?” the question causes a panic to erupt in me, swarms of butterflies erupting in my nervous system.

“did i mean what, Jacky?” i need him to say it.

“what you wrote,” he clears his throat, “in the song. did you mean it all? do you still think of me? do you really wanna try again?”

laying sprawled out on my bed, i stare up at the ceiling as i speak.

“i wouldn’t have written it if it wasn’t true.”

“oh- okay. so, uh,” he stutters, but i can hear the smile on his lips, causing the same reaction upon my own face, “where are you right now?”

“um, my apartment?” my brows thread together in confusion, but he just chuckles.

“i mean like, are you living in LA? are you home in Michigan? what state?”

“oh.” i bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. “i live in New York, Jack.”

“really?” his voice is emotionally distant and seemingly hurt. “so close?”

“yeah.” i nod, although he can’t see me. “i’ve gone to a few of your games.”

“you did?”

“mhm.” i hum in confirmation. “i just- i didn’t wanna be the one to reach out and then have you think oddly of me or have you already be in a relationship or something. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i just didn’t wanna be seen as that clingy ex-girlfriend or anything.”

“that’s not what you are, y/n.” he sighs, “would you wanna meet up soon? catch up? i’d love to hear about your glamorous new pop star life.”

“i’d love to. although, i wouldn’t call myself a pop star, Jacky.”

“you are to me.” i blush at his words, glad he can’t see how much of a mess i am at the moment. “are you free on saturday? i have practice in the morning, but after that, maybe we could go to lunch?”

“yeah, i can do that.” i confirm.

“okay great, i’ll text you on friday to hash out details?”

“sounds great!” my cool hand rises to press against my heated face in attempt to cool myself down.

“great. i gotta go, Luke and i are going out with the guys. i’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

“yeah. bye, Jack.” i wait for him to repeat a goodbye before hanging up, burying face in my pillow and letting out a muffled scream.

***

my knee bounces underneath the table of the New York City diner, my hands clasped together on the table.

Jack should be here any minute, and saying i’m nervous would be an understatement. my palms are clammy, my legs won’t stop shaking, and i’m eighty percent sure that i have no skin left on my bottom lip because i’ve chewed it all off.

the little bell above the door rings and my head snaps up to look, but it’s just a young couple with their toddler. i send a friendly smile to the tired looking mother before looking back down at my hands that won’t stop fidgeting.

i zone out, retreating back into my head and all the thoughts that have been plaguing me since we planned this meeting.

what if he doesn’t like me anymore?

what if he has a girlfriend and he’s just trying to be nice?

or worse, what if he’s just asked me here so he could tell me to leave him alone? to stop writing songs about him.

“hi.” i’m pulled out of my thoughts by Jack sliding into the booth across from me, a gentle smile on his face.

his hand snakes across the table to hold mine, and i can’t help but feel like a teenager again, back when we used to have dates like this all the time; where he would hold my hand over the table and we would laugh and joke around for hours.

“hey.” i smile back, giving his hand a small squeeze in return.

“how are you?” he questions. he brings his hand back in order to hold his menu, but his focus remains on me, not even glancing down at the menu yet.

“i’m good!” i nod. “how are you?”

“good, i’m glad. i’m good too.”

we’re interrupted by a waitress, taking a second to look over our menu’s before giving her our orders.

once she retreats, i squirm from the small talk, never having been any good at it. which Jack seems to remember.

“so, how’s the pop star life?” he smirks teasingly, and i giggle.

“not a pop star.” i remind him, shaking my head. “but it’s good. i like where i’m at right now in my career. i like having a strong fanbase but still being unknown enough that i’m not being hounded on or followed like, say, Taylor Swift.

“i’m able to just write my music and put it out, go on small tours, interact with my fans on a more personal level; it’s really nice. i don’t know if i would want it to be more than that.”

he nods in understanding, a wide grin on his face as he listens.

“i get it. and i’m really glad you’ve achieved what you wanted. i’ve always rooted for you.”

“what about you? mr. ninety-nine point season!” he blushes at my words, shaking his head and looking down at his hands, which rest on the tabletop. “how’s that?”

“it’s good! really good.” he looks back up at me, and i have to fight myself from getting lost in his eyes like i would when we were seventeen. “i love it. it’s hard, it’s a lot of work, but it’s amazing. and honestly, i’m pretty glad i’m not on a canadian team. i like that i can go out and still have a pretty normal life outside of hockey, ya know? not be stopped on the street a bunch.”

“yeah, i get it.” i tell him. “i’m so glad you’re happy though. you play great, as you always have.”

he releases a ‘thanks’ before a silence settles over us, neither of us sure what exactly to say next.

i begin to play with the paper wrapper from my straw, winding it around my finger before sliding it off and gently pulling it straight again.

“so, Cole sends me your songs.”

snap! the paper wrapper breaks in two as i look up at him.

“he does?”

“yeah. you know i don’t get on social media too much, so i don’t always know right away when you put one out, but Cole sends me all of them. just in case i miss one.” he explains.

my head bobs up and down as i try to display a level of cool, “oh.”

“that doesn’t bother you, does it?” he asks. “that i don’t always listen to them right away?”

“not at all! i didn’t really think you listened to them at all.” i confess, sinking lower into the booth. “not really your genre.”

he smiles gently, reaching forward to hold my hand tightly in his.

“y/n, you could write a children’s nursery rhyme, and i would still listen to it.”

my head tips back against the booth, joyous laughter spilling from my lips. my nose scrunches, resulting in a small snort, which cause him to laugh as well.

“you’re just saying that.” i choke out, and he shakes his head.

“no! i’m serious! i would!” Jack insists, right as the waitress arrives with our food. she sets our food in front of us, making sure we’re all set before she retreats.

a comfortable small talk takes over as we eat; discussing our friends and their accomplishments since graduation.

“you remember that time,” Jack starts through broken laughter, “that you hit Cole with your car because he said he didn’t think it would hurt?”

“yes! and i barely even tapped him, but the big baby whined that it hurt so bad, i may have crushed his NHL dreams!” my face hurts from smiling so big, but i can no longer fight it.

“and then he was fine and back to practice that afternoon! not even a bruise left on him!” he retorts.

“ever the dramatic, Cole is.” i sigh, sitting back in my seat from position slouched over the table.

“since we’re walking down memory lane, do you remember how i said that maybe down the line, we could revisit us?”

i’m sobered up now, my smile gone as i eye him. he’s playing with his bracelets, a sign of nerves from him, and i just now realize that he’s still wearing the string friendship bracelet i gave him at eighteen; just before his draft.

i swallow the lump that built in throat, nodding, “yeah.”

“you think maybe now would be a good time to do that?” he asks. “start slow; go on dates again, maybe you could come over sometime for movie night with Luke and i, come to a few more of my games, where i actually know you’re there this time. and then see where that could take us?”

butterflies swarm my stomach, my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and my teeth sink into my lower lip, biting back a smile.

“i’d love that, Jack.”

[bagopucks]

C. Caufield - College Despair

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Cole Caufield x College!reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning(s): mention of body image concerns, overwhelmed reader, seductive Cole, fluff and sadness.

The only proofread I did was a light skim over twice <3

I will do a part two of the next day if anybody wants it.

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I was not usually one to make Cole wake up alone after road trips. Due to the All Star Weekend, Cole had just returned from his last away game, and the Canadians had no future events planned for days.

He said he wanted to spend some real quality time together. I smiled and nodded last night simply to get him to go to sleep, but I knew quality time would be moments few and far in between. I still had school work. Essays and endless notes I had to transfer or write down. I was overwhelmed. I needed extra time on things I was already running out of time on. I sat in the extra bedroom of our apartment. We had it decorated like a second little living space. We called it our movie room, but I decided it was going to be a study space for the time being.

I had my folders and notebooks sprawled out on the couch, my laptop on the table in front of me while I sat and pulled at the sleeves of Cole’s oversized Habs hoodie. I had on a pair of bike shorts underneath. On the table, I had a few pieces of butter and jelly toast I had since forgotten. Untouched.

I was hungry, but I was never one to give myself anything until I felt I properly achieved a work goal. Perhaps I was too hard on myself.

I stared down at the list of undone assignments. I began to grow tired with the feeling of being overwhelmed. The tears sprung to my eyes. I pushed through and opened one of the first assignments.

Sometimes I wondered if I even needed college. I had dreams I wanted to pursue, but at the same time, in moments like these, I often fantasized about being a stay at home girlfriend. Relaxing and living a life of leisure while I took care of the apartment and delved into my many hobbies I had since left behind because of college.

“Babe?” I felt my heart drop at the sound of Cole’s voice. Somehow he always managed to sound like a lost child when he couldn’t find me. Right now I needed him to mind his business.

I remained silent, staring at the door as if a monster was going to break in and get me. The comfort monster. The distraction I wanted but didn’t need.

When silence followed, I turned back to my computer. I reached for the notebook that corresponded with the subject I was on, and one of my various colored pens.

I started reading through the assignment, jotting down the information I needed before I heard the door to the movie room open. I sighed.

“Babe?” I looked up at Cole just as he looked down at me. I grew frustrated with him. His brow creased with worry.

“Oh mama…” usually that nickname made me feel butterflies. Sometimes Cole spoke it jokingly, other times he liked to use it to flirt. Now, the nickname fell on deaf ears as I stared him down.

“We were supposed to spend quality time together. Remember?” Cole was cautious as he walked into the room, his eyes falling to the mess that was notebooks and supplies. Then they landed on my toast. He reached for it, and pressed a finger to the side of one of the pieces of bread. I watched him with a furrowed brow.

“Your toast is pretty cold now.” I realized what he was doing. “Cold toast isn’t good. C’mon. I’ll make you something.” He held his hand out to me. I shook my head.

“I have work to do, Coley. Why don’t you go out with the guys today? Or you could give Trev a call? He’s in the ASG this year.”

“I called him last night before I got home. And I just spent a week on the road with the guys. You know who I haven’t spent time with?” His lips pursed and his brow raised, expecting me to answer his question.

I sighed and dropped my pen on my notebook. “Me.” I mumbled as my head fell into my hands.

“Just breakfast.. okay? Then I promise you can crawl back into your dark den of college despair.” Cole grabbed one of my hands and pried it from my face. I looked up at him helplessly.

“Just breakfast, Cole.” I warned.

“You got it. I’ll meet you in the kitchen. I have to change.”

We parted ways after he smiled at me. I trudged out to the kitchen while Cole skipped excitedly into our bedroom. I could barely focus on quality time knowing I had so much to get done. I leaned back against the counter top, and those previous tears returned. I tried to wipe them away swiftly. Just in time for Cole to return in a matching sweatshirt, his boxers, and a pair of long socks on.

Biggest distraction of my life.

“Alright. What do you wanna eat?” I shrugged at his question. “What about eggs? Or we could do pancakes? Homemade waffles?”

I slowly wrapped my arms around my grumbling stomach. I hated how good it all sounded, and how wasteful with time I was being.

“Waffles are your favorites.” Cole reached for me and placed his hands on my arms.

“Waffles are fine.” I finally gave in. Cole’s smile faded.

“Is college really freaking you out this bad?” He turned away to grab the items and ingredients needed to make breakfast while I slowly hoisted myself up onto the island counter top.

“Guess so.” I shrugged. “I have all this work.. and it’s just- it’s a lot.”

Cole nodded. He left the waffle maker over by the stove and turned to me with his arms full of waffle ingredients.

“You’ll help me.. yeah?” He looked so dorky, I couldn’t help but nod.

“Yeah.. I’ll help you. Wouldn’t want my waffles tasting horrible.” I teased as he set everything down beside me on the counter.

“Don’t be rude.” Cole muttered out as he nudged my legs apart to open the cabinet drawer the scissors were in. Once he pushed it shut, I pulled my legs together again. He cut open the package of waffle mix before pouring that into the mixing bowl.

Soon, we both fell into our usual routine of prepping meals together. Something we both enjoyed vastly. We had a good kitchen routine. One we built well together, to the point that at times, we both faltered in moments where we cooked apart.

There were nights I would try making myself Alfredo or a more complex dish, only to turn away from the cutting board and turn back ten minutes later to realize I did not have Cole to help with cutting. He admitted to me that he did the same thing sometimes.

His issues however, lied more with recipe reading. He was a victim of forgetfulness in the kitchen. And when I wasn’t there to remind him of what he needed, he often got lost and frustrated.

“Mix that while I grease the waffle maker.” Cole held out the spatula to me and I nodded.

I hoisted the mixing bowl into my lap and began to mix together the waffle batter while my eyes travelled up and down Cole’s backside. I stretched a leg out to nudge his thigh with my foot. He adjusted his stance and tried to focus on what he was doing. Which wasn’t a long task.

When I nudged his leg again, he was turning to look at me. Cole raised a brow, smiling from ear to ear.

“Can I help you?” He asked as he made his way back across the small space between our stove and the island.

“Nope. Just wanted you closer so I could get a handful of that ass.” I teased before I set the mixing bowl down by my side, leaving the spatula in it. Cole laughed and rested his hands on my thighs.

“Well if you’d spend the rest of the day with me, then maybe you can.” By no fault of his own, my mind wandered back to my work. My smile slowly faded.

“Cole.” I chided. “You said just breakfast.”

“I know.. but- what if tomorrow.. tomorrow I will sit with you all day and help you do your work.”

It sounded so perfect. A full day of being with Cole, but still having a chance to get some assignments done.

“Cole, I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He insisted, that hopeful look on his face inevitably leading to my downfall. I tried to fight it. Tried to reason with myself that this was a horrible idea-

“That’s fine, but you can’t pull any funny business. I’m serious.” I reached out to wrap my arms around his neck. He nodded and moved his hands up my thighs and to my hips.

“No funny business. I’ll even work the calculator for you.” I smiled at his words.

“You’ll even work the calculator,” I mocked. “How’d I get so lucky?” I leaned forward, and Cole’s eyes travelled to my lips before I kissed him.

Once we pulled away, he squeezed my hips.

“You have to switch counters.” He pointed toward the countertop by the stove.

“I’ll just stand with you.” I laughed softly as I slipped to the floor.

Cole grabbed the mixing bowl and carried it to the opposite counter, setting it down by the stove. I gasped.

“We’re missing something!” His eyes went wide as I bolted across the kitchen to open one of our cabinets. I grabbed a bag of chocolate chips and returned, grabbing the discarded scissors.

“Woah woah woah.” Cole slowed me down. I looked up at him. “I can’t do chocolate chips.” I raised a brow.

“Why not? You love these!”

“I’m supposed to be staying fit.” I cut the top off the bag as he spoke. I set it down next to the mixing bowl and strategically slipped my hand beneath Cole’s sweatshirt, gliding it over the various dips and bumps of his abs. He shivered at the chill from my skin.

“I think you’ll be fine, mama.” I teased. We both had moments like these, worried about our weights, but I knew Cole was particularly tense about his because of his height. He insisted his muscle was what made up for the lost inches of height.

“Tomorrow we’ll do healthy stuff.” I decided to make a bargain of my own. He’d help me with school work, and I’d keep our meals strictly healthy. I slipped my hand out from beneath his sweatshirt.

“Fine. But not too many chocolate chips.”

I nodded and grabbed the bag before I began to dump the chocolate chips into the batter. After I decided we had enough, I set the bag aside and began to mix the chocolate in.

Cole’s arms wrapped around my body from behind.

“I wish we could do this more often.” He whispered.

“We have three days, Cole. Three days of you and me. Let’s just worry about that for now.” After I finished mixing the chocolate in, I wiped one side of the spatula off on the lip of the bowl. I held the spatula over my shoulder, and Cole’s arms immediately disappeared from my midsection to grab it.

He took a bit of the batter on his finger and licked it off before giving me a nod of approval.

“I’ll pour ‘em on, but you have to time it. I’m not good at telling when they’re done.” Cole spoke and I nodded.

It was around thirty minutes of making waffles before Cole and I had two plates full. I carried them back into the movie room while he grabbed butter, syrup, and utensils.

Guilt ate at me while I found an empty place on the coffee table to set our plates, but Cole was close behind me, and ready to shove my notebooks and laptop aside.

He set the various items he held down next to our food and began gathering all of my books, shutting my laptop, and inevitably placing it all in a big pile on the armchair in the room.

I glanced at him with uncertainty. He looked right back with a bright smile.

“Any movie suggestions?” Cole questioned as he plopped down on the couch and got everything situated. I quickly sat beside him and reached for the tv remote.

“Not sure. We can look though.” And like most, we looked for what felt like hours. Until Cole gave up and I decided on Me Before You. A movie I assumed would be sweet to watch in the early hours of the day. Cole got situated holding his plate and eating, while I sat back against the arm of the couch and threw my legs over his lap.

By the time we finished eating and plates were discarded on the table, Cole remained in his spot. I had moved closer to lean against his side, my knees bent over his lap still, while his hands massaged my calves. I couldn’t see Cole’s face, but I knew he was crying too. Me Before You was in fact, not a good morning movie.

We both sniffed occasionally, and tried to inconspicuously wipe our eyes. Cole’s hands gripped my calves even tighter at times.

“If that ever happens to me.. you’ll stick around, yeah?” His question caught me completely off guard. It wasn’t a likely possibility concerning his job, but it was still a possibility.

“Absolutely.” I whispered in response, looking up at Cole as his head turned to peek down at me. I couldn’t help but smile sadly at the tears in his eyes.

“You picked a pretty shitty movie.” He informed me as he sniffed.

“I didn’t mean to. We should have just watched Wedding Crashers for the fiftieth time.” We both broke out into quiet fits of laughter. One of Cole’s hands slipped from my calf to my shin, and slowly up to my thigh. I reached out to cup his cheek.

“We still have a long day ahead of us to forget this movie.” I assured.

“Can I take you out?” I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he asked so politely. My thumb brushed across his cheek.

“Of course you can.” I whispered dreamily and slowly leaned forward. Cole tried to connect our lips, but I moved to keep mere inches between our faces. He chuckled softly, deciding to play along with my little teasing and flirting game.

“Will you get all dressed up?” His eyes flickered between my own eyes and my lips.

“Only if you get dressed up for me.” I moved my hand from his cheek to the back of his head, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“And I get to take you home with me at the end of the night?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“God Damnit.” Cole mumbled out playfully with a sigh. “Least I have you at home now.”

“You do.” I finally allowed my eyes to slip down to his lips, and Cole caught on quickly. He kissed me, and I was swift to keep his lips on mine by applying pressure to the back of his head.

I only pulled away when the light from the tv flickered. I smiled at Cole before I gently patted his thigh.

“I have to get a shower.”

“Oh yeah.. I need one too.”

I had to do a double take when I stood up.

“You took one last night.”

“Yeah? Maybe I need another.”

I raised a brow.

“Use the guest bathroom.”

“Our shower is big enough for the both of us.”

I placed my hands on my hips.

“Cole, I need a shower. Not a sexcapade.”

“I don’t know.” Cole stood up and rested his hands on my hips. He took slow steps backwards toward the door of the movie room, and I walked with him simply to continue our conversation. “Why not both?”

“We don’t have enough hot water for both.” I glared.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

I gave him another gentle push, but Cole pulled me into his chest nonetheless, lifting me off the floor with a chuckle. I reluctantly gave in, wrapping my legs around his midsection as his hands held me up.

“You win, but just this once.” I pointed a finger at him.

“This is all the quality time I need.” His words earned him a slap on the shoulder.

“One. Time. Caufield.”

“You’ll change your mind after our date tonight.”

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[myfaveficrecs]

Creator Spotlight

@bradshawsbitch has a little bit of something for everyone. @roosterforme nominated their blog for a spotlight and it is rightly deserved. Please go check them out if you haven't already and send some love their way.

A Little Q & A:

1: What is your favorite thing you've written or made? oh gosh, this is such a tough question - but a good one! I think I have some babies, for sure, and I definitely consider my White Christmas fic my baby, not because it became popular but because I absolutely adored writing Bradley sort of inserted into a setting that I myself am so familiar with. It made it feel very homey and special to me! Other than that I think my other sort of special babies are Difficult (Bradley), Best Friend (Bob) and Winter Blues (Rhett)!

2: Top 3 favorite creators you want people to check out? ahhh!! god, it truly is amazing how many incredibly talented writer friends I have!!! readers in this fandom really are lucky to have them! I have to say I've fallen so much for @lewmagoo s writing, absolutely delicious depiction of emotions and plots, they are so incredibly creative. @roosterforme is also a given! the way that woman churns out content, I've literally never seen anything like it. Her readers should consider themselves BLESSED as all hell (sorry, am I allowed to cuss in this interview? jokes hehe)! and of course, my love @roleycoleyficcenter - the way I fucking tore through her masterlist after finishing House We Share was perhaps alarming, and Coley is SO sweet she really just welcomed my incoherent screaming about her characters with such kindness!

3: An idea you have for a future work that people should look out for? Ohhh, well, I am just a little bit notorious for having many ideas but having such a hard time putting it down "on paper" but I do have a little Bradley x flight attendant idea going on, of course, the Vinny oneshot I'm writing in collaboration with Emily, and sometimes soon-ish the next chapter of my Mise en Place series!

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[ctrsara]

Nine People I’d like to know better

Thanks for the tag @monaisme !

I should be sleeping, so naturally I’ll do this instead.

3 ships: current? I don’t read a lot of romance right now. Spock/Uhura, Tony/Pepper and Peter/Hallie (my soulmate stories)

First ship: Lois & Clark (the New Adventures of Superman from the 90’s)

Last song: I don’t know what I physically heard last, but Benson Boone’s “Ghost Town” is on repeat in my head.

Movie: like the last one I watched all the way through? The original Twister.

Currently reading: The Odyssey and a bunch of short stories getting ready to teach cute little high schoolers to appreciate them…

Currently watching: Nothing really. Sometimes whatever my husband has on, which is episodes of The Office, Big Bang Theory, Brooklyn 99, and Ghosts currently.

Currently eating: Nothing, I’m in bed…

Currently craving: Some normalcy, or a few days to just veg and not have anyone ask me any questions. Feeling like writing would be nice.

It bothers me that there were 8 questions. Maybe I missed one? So I’m adding: What is currently your dream job? Probably a VIP guide at Disneyland. But in a way where I didn’t actually have to live in California...

Tagging:

@spagbol99 @cajun-fangirl @yes-i-am-happyaspie @asyouleft @shootothrill @niniblack @call-me-coley @irondadmadlads @bold-and-nosy or anyone else who would also like to avoid a task. (Like going to sleep)

[irondadmadlads]

🌸💕 for being kind and lovely, have a kiss on the forehead! pass it on to 10 people 💕🌸

Oh my 😳 I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m honored! 🥰

Ten people who also need forehead kisses (plural): @ihyperfixatedagain (online bestie! You deserve the world! 💖💕) @eyluvu and @fotibrit (prompt buddies! 📝 <3 ) @avengerly-blog , @0satellite0 , @frogboyfrog , @not-me-underc0ver , @call-me-coley , @yes-i-am-happyaspie , @cajun-fangirl (Thank you for writing my prompts! You allow myself and so many readers to enjoy these stories on a much deeper level! 📖💙)

And thank you to everyone who’s liked, reblogged, and followed this account! You’re all wonderful! 😊

[starsandhughes]

need more coley content i love him so mcuh

i own these! and the habs have been releasing a lot of cole lately on their socials!

(if you’re talking about writing, my requests are closes <3)

[imyoursavinggrace]

WIP tag game

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a snippet or tell them something about it

Thank u for the tag @thedumbestavenger ✨

1. Irreplaceable 13

2. Death

3. Amnesia car crash

4. Tsunami

5. Endgame

6. Anti-Hero

7. Maroon

8. Lavender Haze (okay I’m not writing all of them so just assume I’m doing a fic for every song in Midnights 😂)

9. 5+1 baby Pete

10. Molting season

11. One last time 3

12. Hydra

13. NWH bois

14. Pneumonia

15. Parents

(See why I have no free time? 😂 pls tell me which one I should work on first lmao)

Tagging @littlemissagrafina @retro-memo @call-me-coley @callie-caje

[guerrillateezsworld]

I’ve been ok-ish, my job has made me lose all motivation for writing but hockey is coming up and i want to be active for the new season

also yes, I know you love coley woley, I’ve been so into recently 🤭

i have so much planned to write though, im continuing boyfriend headcanons but also a new series !! >3

i totally get that, jobs can be really draining. but you gotta get money and experience somehow! but the writing part is so real because i’ve not wrote anything in forever bc ive just not had any motivation. and idk what to write about so ive just been lurking and reading posts😭

BUT YES i love my cole bear so so much and the bf headcannons had me literally giggling and twirling my hair bc i love him so so much and he’s just the best.

but literally all your writing is awesome and i love reading everything that you write about with other players and it’s so so fun!!

i cannot WAIT for the new series i’m so excited!!

[hangmanssunnies]

What was your favorite scene to write in House We Share??

Ahhhhh heheheheheheehehhehe. Thank you for this question dear. It gave me an excuse to go back and reread House We Share. While I have many criticisms of it now that I am a month done, there are also parts I really do adore. I'm sorry this got so long. 🤡

That scene in double tap where Jake is home on his lunch break. Was really special. It was important for me that we saw that Jake is funny and good humored. That he really cares about the reader and wants to make her laugh. There is somethign so personal to me about taxes. AND THE PUZZLE. ACTUALLY ALL OF DOUBLE TAP HAS MY HEART.

My favorite scene to write in Sfumato was actually Coyote's birthday party. It was a fun challenge to have these two so obviously in love but not let either of them say it. Jake especially, I knew he wasn't ready or able to say that he is in love yet, despite the fact that he already was. Thats where their problem on the stiars comes in because at this point Jake already knows that he would never settle for anything less than what he wants to call "making love" and definitely has to bite his tongue from laughing the first time he genuinely  says it out loud. In the original draft of this they actually sleep together, and then very next scene was morning after with early draft version of the final love confession that ended up being at the end of Good Comes in Three. So writing this scene into what it became it just had so much I enjoyed. I thoroughly enjoy writing Coyote and Marlee. I liked the little hint I gave about Jake's dad, and sugar defending Jake. THE TAXI DRIVE HAND HOLDING..... I loved that. It was so fun to write so many little details I think made that scene shine.

Good comes in three, well... it was outrageously long as well all know. So, it's not a shock how torn I was about my favorite part writing. While I very heavily thought it was the juniper stripping scene. Not me making an excuse to write about one of my special interests. In the end though it was the bathtub scene. GOD I YEARN. Jake on the brink of nurodivergent sort of melt down contending with the stressors of coming home. As well as Sugar's own months of anxiety and stress boiling into a PTSD attack. For them to be at their lows together, and confronting that. Also, there was something about writing nonsexual intimacy that I really enjoyed. As well as these two finally finally finally settling back towards each other instead of away.

Anyways, wow, this turned into a whole ramble. Meg, thank you for allowing me to talk about my fics, though. I really enjoyed it. The support and kindness people pay this little series honestly blows me away all the time. <3 <3 <3

[nedcollette]

New album OUR OTHER HISTORY

LP out September 6 via Sophomore Lounge Records CD/Cassette via ever/never records

Pre-orders available now.

LP Europe/UK: NC bandcamp OZ/NZ: Poison City US/AMERICA: Sophomore Lounge bandcamp CD/Cassette ever/never bandcamp

Featuring Leah Senior, Steve Heather, Mick Turner, Elisabeth Fuchsia, Mike Majkowski, Joe Talia, Eamon McNelis, Judith Hamann, Jim White, Fredrik Kinbom, & Chris Abrahams.

Insightful words from beautiful people below...

'Our Other History' is a wonderful new LP by this wandering Berlin-based Melbourne expat. Ned's last album, 'Afternoon—Dusk' was an avant instrumental trio outing with James Rushford and Joe Talia, but 'Our Other History' is a return to delicate, sophisticated song craft of his 2018 masterpiece, 'Old Chestnut.' 

Ned's approach to lyrics, vocals and music shares a melancholic beauty that is both haunted and haunting. His words are often more impressionistic than overt in their storytelling, but his vocals carry hints that recall those of the legendary Roy Harper. But where Harper's attack was often Dionysian, Collette's approach is Apollonian, and the tracks often have a compositional feel with a distinct taste of Canterbury. 

The players this time include old hands, like drummer Steve Heather and pianist Chris Abrahams (of The Necks), but there are a bunch of new players on hand, including Melbourne mates, Jim White and Mick Turner (of Dirty 3 fame) and the folksinger, Leah Senior. All these elements (and more) are fitted together with elegance and allowed space to breathe. 

Collette's music is hard to classify. It exists inside a dynamic flux made up of equal parts post-rock, folk, jazz and avant prog, but it manages to remain plain-spoken and uncluttered regardless of how complex its structure can be when you start parsing it. But why bother? With a record as throughly lovely as 'Our Other History', the best idea is to just relax and let the music flow. Beautifully. 

– Byron Coley 2024 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

I don’t really know Ned Collette. That’s about to change, and I am energized with anticipation. Last summer, I saw Ned in performance here in my hometown of Louisville, KY, accompanied by Elisabeth Fuchsia who had recently become a hero-friend. And it was ‘magical’, ‘alchemical’, engaging and illuminating and inspiring; I witnessed Ned’s and Fuchsia’s almost overpowering fluency with music and with music’s ability to act simultaneously as the medium for communication between performers and with audience. 

I’m bouncing back and forth with how I refer to Ned Collette in this writing. If I always called him “Collette” it might disguise the fact that, should I wish to, I could reach him now, easily, on the telephone or over email, and that our acquaintance continues to grow and just about resembles something I’ve learned can be called friendship. If I only referred to him as “Ned”, though, it would belie the fact that I am humbled by his ability. 

These are songs. They are also sound-pieces, artful constructions of dynamic arrangement. 'Our Other History' is a dreamworld unto itself and, where each song stands on its own, this is one of those increasingly rare beasts: a full-length record to to experience and behold and live in for a while as a whole thing. The contributors’ voices (including the human voice in the cases of Leah Senior and Judith Hamann) bring such significant impact that it is beyond what we think of as musical parameters, getting deeper into the drama and tone of each piece. I would call it “Lyric Music” because the lyric carries much of the weight (not to say burden) of what is communicated. The word dominates, and here the word rewards. When Mick Turner’s guitar enters the scene, I am overwhelmed with joy; and Jim White’s drum playing has never felt more natural and powerful and appropriately modifying than it does here. And then I begin to notice Steve Heather’s drumming everywhere else and am floored by its dusty elegance. But isn’t fair to single out players; I’m being fully subjective, and my perspective changes with each listen. The record as a whole is directed in ways that we understand a movie director oversees the identity of her or his film. 

Ryan Davis and I were driving around the United States not long ago and he played this record in the van. I couldn’t believe that something so fine was also new. But it could only be new; it wears its modernity subtly and surely and is as rewarding a listening experience as I’ve come across in recent times. 

– Will Oldham 2024 

[raspberryconverse]

I was just scrolling through Facebook and saw a post from the daughter of a former employer. They're a small web dev firm in the greater Milwaukee area. Her mother is the president and her father is the administrator/bookkeeper. She is an account executive (nepotism, much?).

They just donated $1 million to the local YMCA. It is now named after their business. While I give them credit for not having it named after them specifically, I can totally imagine this is a PR move for their business. Not only is the donation a tax write off, but people will probably google the name and that will possibly direct business to them.

I can't with these people.

The job itself wasn't particularly terrible, but working for them, as people, was. I learned a lot. In fact, I credit my current career path to them. I never would have ended up an email developer if I hadn't been banished to only doing emails at the end of my time there (more on that later). They were the worst micro managers. Like, I understand the need for tracking billable hours, but they were obsessed. The admin had to have his hand in everything. The amount of control and perfectionism they had was downright pathological. We couldn't even send an email to a client without their daughter or the other account exec reading it first. And heaven forbid you send them something that wasn't perfect. I remember the president getting very angry at me for sending her something that wasn't perfect for a project she had me working on and saying to me, "I hope you don't waste [account exec]'s time by sending him things with errors like this."

A few years after I stopped working there (more on that later), a position opened up on my current team. I suggested my former coworker from there apply for the job and it took her a long time to ease up from that level of control. Her job required interacting with customers a lot and she told me how hard it was at first to hit send on an email to a customer without someone looking it over.

They went on very lavish vacations all the time. It was a small company, so they would often bring little trinkets back for you (they went to Disneyland once and brought me back a personalized Minnie Mouse keychain with my legal name on it— granted they weren't going to find one that said "Coley"). While I was aware of the vacations (and they were several in the 7 months I was a regular employee), I became even more aware when business was slowing down and I expressed my concern because I was part time and really needed the money.

There was a period where they didn't have much billable work for me (my coworker who I poached was the full time web dev) and I expressed how I was concerned about things like making my car payment. The admin decided to pay me to do a personal task that they had been wanting done, but hadn't really had the time to do it or the opportunity to pay someone to do it until I came along.

You know all those vacations they took? Well, they loved to take photos of them. And since the business started as a digital asset management company (I'd word it differently, but that would literally give away their name, LOL), they really liked to have everything archived in a certain way. So they had me go through their family photos they had saved on their server and compile and print out proof sheets for a series of binders they had. Yes, binders, as in more than one. They were all organized in different categories ([daughter] 1-5, [son] 1-3, pets, trip to [destination], Rotary Club, [city] Country Club, etc) and had to be formatted to fit a template they had made with thumbnails the proper size. And they could tell when they weren't the proper size. I would print each proof sheet and have to show it to one of them for review. That's where I originally was asked if I sent subpar work like this to the other account exec.

I was grateful they were paying me to do something, even if it was as insulting as that. And they weren't paying me very well, either. I made the rookie mistake of disclosing my current hourly rate at my retail jobs during my interview and they took full advantage of that and paid me a whopping $12/hr (in 2015/2016, but still).

So how did I end up leaving there? Funny story: one day my coworker was sick and I had to do all of the things she would normally do without her being at a desk right behind me to ask for help if I needed it. I was uploading a client's site to the servers and accidentally entered in a command that somehow managed to knock all the websites offline. We're talking 100+ small business websites. But the kicker was that this was during my last semester of school and happened literally right before I had to leave for a class. I didn't know how to fix it. The other account exec asked me what time my class started. I looked up at the wall clock and said, "10 minutes ago." He told me I could leave to go to my class. Apparently he made the wrong call.

When I was in class, I always kept my phone on silent and only checked it during breaks. I had many missed calls and text messages from both the admin and the daughter. They were pissed that I wasn't answering my phone. But honestly, it wasn't like I could have done much to help anyway. I didn't know what exactly I did and I certainly didn't know how to fix it. They ended up having to have the guy who built the system fix it (he worked for them on sort of a freelance basis).

This happened on a Monday. The rest of the week, I'd text the other account exec every morning and see if they had any work for me to do. He kept saying no. By Thursday, I finally asked what was up and he told me to talk to the admin. I went in and we talked in his office.

He basically ripped me a new one. He told me that anywhere else, I would have easily been fired for this, but they were going to keep me on for a minimal basis. They didn't want me to work on any websites, but they'd still have me build emails for one client that I had been building them for. He did raise my hourly rate to $15/hr, but that was all they were going to allow me to do. No more of the photo project. Just those periodic emails.

Quick note about the emails: one of the things that always pissed me off about their lavish vacations was that they were always reluctant to spend money for their business. If you aren't familiar with HTML email, let me tell you how it's a different beast from regular web dev. Because there are so many different email clients (Outlook, Gmail, Yahoo, etc) and so many ways to access them (in the browser, on an app on your phone, standalone desktop programs specifically for Outlook), there are so many factors to consider when building emails. It might look great on one client (sometimes even just one version of that client), but it'll look like shit on another (pretty much always Outlook, TBH). What it really comes down to is what is going to look best for your main audience. It's nearly impossible to get things to look the same everywhere.

That being said, there are tools to help you preview how your email is going to look on multiple platforms, but they often cost money. The admin refused to spend money on them, so I created a virtual Windows machine on the Mac I used and installed Outlook from a CD-ROM my mom had gotten from when she went back to school and used a free service to test send the emails to myself and see how it looked in Outlook). They were impressed with my workaround that cost them $0, but honestly I was annoyed that they refused to spend money on a tool that would have made the task easier. Especially after they took a trip to Hawaii that winter 🙄

Eventually, they stopped having me come in to even do those emails. They never officially fired me, though. There was a reason for that: when I started that job, I was on unemployment. I had been laid off from a job about 2 years prior and had yet to find a full time job. In Wisconsin, as long as you're working less than 32 hours, you can collect unemployment. I was still filing for unemployment when I started and the admin called me into his office after receiving paperwork to validate my unemployment. He was super pissed about it because he said they personally had to pay that money. I honestly had and still don't have any idea how exactly that worked, so I promised to stop filing for unemployment after starting there. There definitely were weeks I wouldn't have qualified (I was still working part time retail), so I conceded to his request. That's why they put me on the photo project: so I wouldn't file unemployment. When they stopped having me come in and work on stuff, they didn't outright fire me because if they had, I could have collected unemployment. Sneaky bastards, amirite?

This reminds me a funny story: the reason I got on unemployment in the first place is I was working at a bank and got laid off. I kept in touch with some of my coworkers and one told me something hilarious that happened. The teller supervisor, who was a bitch and hated me (once she literally grabbed me by the arm and told me, "We don't wear corduroys here," while I had the camera on to talk to a customer at the drive-thru), got caught forging people's signatures on paperwork. I don't think it was anything serious or malicious, just that she didn't want to have to ask people to do it so she could go home sooner. Apparently, when she got caught, the branch manager called her into his office. He gave her the option to resign and not face the consequences (she was pushing 70). She said, so loudly that everyone in the branch could hear her, "I am not resigning! You better fire me so I can collect unemployment!"

At any rate, I struggled that summer. I finished my degree in April and applied for a bunch of jobs, but didn't find one for a few months. I was living with my dad and uncle, so I had a roof over my head, but I still had a car payment and other bills to take care of. Eventually my dad asked me to try and find another job because he was having trouble supporting me. I almost started working at the Amazon warehouse, but turned it down because it conflicted with my roller derby practice schedule. He knew that was one of the few things bringing me joy at that point in my life and I glad he didn't ask me to give it up.

I eventually got a contract position that was supposed to go through the end of the year. In October, I was contacted by a headhunter for my current role. He found my resume on a job site and thought I'd be perfect for it. And I was. Still am. And today I make almost triple what I made at the web dev firm.

I wouldn't have gotten the job if I hadn't learned how to code HTML emails there. I am really grateful for that. But I still think they're shitty people who try to put on a good facade by doing shit like making big donations. One of the other web dev guys got in trouble because they tried to contact him during his child's birthday party and he didn't respond. They donate money and brag about it, but they treat their employees shitty (aside from their daughter, of course 🙄) and spend the bare minimum to run their business. I mean, they do have a snack room, so that totally makes up for it, right? 🙄

[vanillasugarcubes]

MC defending Beel

A/N: of course i can! I hope you like it:)

MC defending Beel

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Keeping track of time in the Devildom was hard. There was no sun, clouds, moon, or wind. With no weather or anything really, you had no way to figure time out- other than your D.D.D and clocks of course. But it was time for breakfast, you felt it in your bones. Maybe it’s cause you’ve been here almost two years, maybe it’s  Maybelline, but today was your day for breakfast. And you had ideas. Something in the air today just screamed “extra”, “go the extra mile today!”, or it might have been actual screams. Who knows? Anyway, you were in the kitchen, bright and early to make these custom plates for each of the brothers. After all, they’ve given you two whole years of fun adventures, and great memories. They’ve made you feel more happy than you have ever been. So why not just do something small for them? You were on your phone, it was plugged in and you were looking online for some human-world breakfast foods. Obviously, you would do a Japanese breakfast for Levi, an Instagram influencer breakfast for Asmo- I mean, Devilgram influencer, a large breakfast burrito for Beel, maybe a bowl of oatmeal for Belphie, low effort, just like him god damn gremlin-

and so on. there’s each have their own dish. and before you knew it, Mammon came down to the kitchen yelling out “dammit! why do I have to wake up and make food for everyone?! Wait- my cooking’s so great I’ll be able to open a store and make a whole hell of a lot of Grimm!” he kinda mumbled kinda yelled out to himself. It was obvious he had been up late and was oh so very tired. “mc? it’s like you read my mind! there ya’ go, think in’ like the great Mammon!” he chirped, finally noticing you there, in your pajamas with an apron on making 7 dishes with their own color pallets and such. He sat and stared at the dishes in silence. “you…made breakfast? it isn’t your day for breakfast though?” he slowly spoke. “I….I wanted to do something nice for you all. So I made everyone breakfast, but each dish is based off of personality and food preferences. Now go back to your room until I get you, you’re embarrassing me!” you yelled out, red covering your face. You didn’t like doing nice things for people, too much energy and this…this was so off your edgy aesthetic. like, super off. And for Mammon to walk in and see you in a frilly cat apron? bye bye life.

-

“breakfast was amazing, (y/n), thank you for this.” Satan praised quietly. “just thought i’d show you how it’s done” you joke, throwing him a playful wink. a smile crept to your face as you realized this sounds like something out of a slice of life anime. Which is something Levi would never ever watch with you. Speaking of Levi, he had a bit of a fanboy moment where he squealed and turned red. He was also so enamored with his game he completely forgot about his customized breakfast. He kept mumbling to himself, something about you being not such a “normie” after all. idk tho wasn’t paying attention too much. You expected this, Levi would forget about breakfast and play his game, and then complain when Beel ate his. just like every morning. You felt your heart drop into a bottomless pit. In your hard work you had forgotten the most important thing; the fact that everyone needs to eat. including you but that’s not for now. Beel ate Levi’s breakfast the second he started getting into his game. The one thing you didn’t prepare for. “do you ever think before you act? are you all stomach and no brain? I want my food back. now” Levi seethed at Beel. “I can throw it up, but I’m not sure you’d want to eat vomit..” Beel admitted, looking at the ground trying to avoid Levi and the scary aura around him. “I don’t care! Give it!” Levi yelled back, making you flinch at the sudden loud voice. Admittedly, you thought it was absolutely positively 10000% adorable how Beel was always hungry. it was just so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 to you. Everyone else was more focused on their own breakfast, except Belphie, who was still in bed, of course. You should say something. After all, you could always make Levi breakfast another day. Or right now, if he really wanted to throw a fit. “A-actually, Levi? it’s totally fine. it’s actually on me, I completely forgot to prepare for this. I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow. I think it’s kinda cute how Beel’s always hungry. Now let’s go, it’s your turn to walk me to RAD and I have to take some quick notes at the library cause I slept through last class” you said quickly as not not let any of the brothers process what you said.

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this took like three months 😬😬😬 i deeply apologize for taking so long.

[ctrsara]

Top 5 of 2022

(I stole this from @yes-i-am-happyaspie!)

This is the time of year when we all start looking back and reflecting upon everything that has taken place in the last twelve months. So, I suggest we show ourselves some love!

What are your top five favorite creations you produced in 2022? It can be art, writing, gif sets, video editing, or any other form of creative expression. Take this opportunity to highlight your best work! Then tag five others so that they can share the love as well!!

#1 From the Same Star  This is the story that finally got me to try writing. I've been reading fanfiction for longer than many of you have been alive (started when I was 13, over 25 years ago) but I never thought I could write my own stories. This one is close to my heart for so many reasons, but I love all the IronFam interaction, and I loved writing an fully grown, happy, supported, and awesome Peter Parker. And I've fallen in love the with OC love interest as I've continued to write her. 💗

#2 Emergency Contacts  This is the first story I tried not-in-my-soulmate-universe, and it was the first prompt I tried. It's from Flash's point of view, and it's a lot of fun. I really love how it turned out, and it's actually my most popular (kudos-wise) story to date. (Of course, I've only been writing for like seven months...)

#3 Ghost in the Walls This is part of my "Strands in the Rope" series, and I think it's one of my favorites that I've written. I loved the exploration of Tony's relationship with his parents, his reflections on his growing mentor/parental relationship with Peter, and I love the piano scene so much.

#4 Laundry Day This is a short one-shot in my Comfortember stories. I love a lot of those, so it was hard to choose one, but this one is so satisfying and gives me all the warm fuzzies every time I read it.

#5 is the only visual art I've done (so far - I'd like to do more, but I'm unsatisfied with my figure drawing skills, since there's been a woeful lack of practice since high school) for any fandom, but I'm kind of in love with how it turned out. (The background is acrylics, and I digitally painted the figures in with Photoshop.)

I did a few videos this year that I love, too, but they're not fandom-related, and have my kids in them, so... :)

I tag @seek--rest, @call-me-coley, @maryo274, @niniblack, @plane-lord, and anyone else who would like to!