#d's 2k sleepover!

[silverstonesainz-archive]

CARLOS AND MARRIED LIFE??? like give me all the little details!!

does he clean up after himself? does he squeeze the toothpaste from the middle? does he spill water every time he leaves the shower? does he take your makeup off for you when you're tired? does he even know how?

this sent me over the deep end. let me get into all the niche little domestic details:

he loves calling you his wife. the moment he said i do, you were always esposa. mi bella esposa. another favorite is amor de mi vida.

he always tried to help around the house. he tries to take turns with you when cooking meals. you had a little system. if you cook, he does the dishes, and if he cooks then you do the dishes.

he always tried to be organized, but he was always on the move he tended to leave a pile of clothes and other miscellaneous items right before he had to leave for race weekends. they were especially bad right before triple headers.

carlos buys two colognes at all time. one for him to take on the road, and one for you to keep at home. 'in case you miss me esposa.'

he also kept you in the loop as far as his schedule for the weekend goes. and his hispanic blood makes him nosy by nature so he also kept you in the loop with any paddock drama

carlos is a fairly private person when it comes to your relationship, but every now and again he'd love to just drop in the 'my wife' card in an interview or something of the sort.

he squeezes toothpaste from the bottom of the tube now. he used to do it from the middle but you would get so annoyed about it so he adjusted. he even rolls the bottom up when it empties out.

before bed, he always sets a glass of water by your bed for when you wake up in the middle of the night feeling parched.

he planned dedicated movie nights between race weekends, where you guys would agree on one movie you havent seen and watch it together. and if he was on a triple header, you both would make time to watch one together over facetime.

he reads more books now, and he loves sending you passages and quotes that remind him of you, or if its something he finds interesting, or something he knows you would find interesting.

he buys you a magnet from every place he visits. its a weird little collection you had, but he loved to help you add on to it.

he loved doing saturday cleaning with you. always saturday, never sunday, because you reserved sundays for relaxing and lounging around. he would put on your favorite playlist and he would help you clean.

carlos loves to shower with you, and not even in a sexual way. he just enjoys your company, enjoys the way your tiny hands feel against his scalp when you rub in his shampoo.

but yes, he also loves shower sex.

carlos doesn't have your skin care routine memorized, but he knows that eye cream, moisturizer, and a lip mask are important. he also knows that the tall bottle that reads cleanser is what to use to take off your makeup.

carlos loves playing with your hair, and even learned how to braid. he does it for fun, never fully committing and tying it off. he just likes to play with it.

carlos loves to take pictures and send it to you. whether its an awkward selfie on the plane, or of the view from his hotel room, he always texted you one. 'look at the view esposa!' 'te echo de menos :(' 'wish you were here mi bella esposa'

and at the end of the day, no matter where he was he always reminded you how much he loves you. he could be right next to you or in a completely different continent, he never failed to tell you. 'te amo mucho.'

all i want. all i need.

d's 2k celly

[lovebugism]

shy! reader request: eddie & reader having their first sleepover? reader bein all cautious about her actions and if it’s ok and eddie seeing this just lifts up the blankets to the bed to welcome her in to snuggle :)

love love love this request! hope you enjoy :D — eddie tries to make his shy!gf feel at home in his trailer (fluff, new relationship hijinks, 2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Despite what people say, Eddie Munson does not drive like a maniac.

Correction— Eddie Munson doesn’t drive like a maniac when there’s a pretty girl in his van.

Even though you’re pretty much the first girl to be in his van period (and even though you wouldn’t consider yourself all that pretty), you’re glad to be an exception to the rule. Your panoply of anxieties couldn’t have handled anything more than the passably steady car ride from Benny’s Burgers to Forest Hills.

You don’t mean to let out a sigh of relief when he parks in his driveway.

Eddie grins and unlatches his seatbelt with a soft click at the same time you do. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks with eyes just as wild as his hair.

You shake your head with your lips pursed to the side, then peer at him from beneath your lashes. “After everything Steve said, I was expecting a lot worse,” you confess. And even though you duck away from him, Eddie can still see the small smile on your petaled mouth. Just as quiet as you are.

“Well, one, don’t listen to anything Steve says, okay? Like, ever,” Eddie cajoles lightheartedly. “And two, I don’t drive crazy when I have precious cargo sitting next to me, alright? Stevie’s just jealous ‘cause I think you’re prettier than he is.”

Your nose scrunches as you try to worm your way out of his compliment. “So you think Steve’s pretty?” you tease, already knowing the answer.

He scoffs. “Totally! Just not pretty like you. And don’t tell him I said that either— It’ll just go to his hair.”

The incorrect turn of phrase makes you giggle.

He turns his knees towards the door and curls his fingers around the latch. “Wait for me a second, will ya?” you hear him mumble before he hops to the ground. He slams the door shut behind him and rounds the hood on his way to you — sneakers crunching against the gravel, momentarily aglow with yellow headlights.

He’d done this before at the diner. You wait patiently for his arrival like you did then, even though you feel a bit silly doing so. You’re more than capable of getting out yourself, but Eddie always insists. 

He opens the passenger side door for you with a tightlipped, lopsided grin and holds his free hand out towards you. His fingers are larger and much warmer than yours as they wrap around your palm to guide you out. 

The van isn’t that high up off the ground, really. He just likes to hold your hand.

You don’t mind it, though. You’ll take any opportunity to hold him back.

He leads you up the driveway and inside the trailer with his hand entwined with yours. “Wayne’s not here?” you murmur when you’re finally inside, noticing how quiet and empty the place is. 

Though maybe empty’s not the right word. The place is filled with stuff — old furniture, a collection of mugs, and various other necessities. Not a mess, just an organized chaos of miscellaneous clutter. It feels like a home. Like a place that’s been lived in.

“No. He’s at work. Graveyard shift,” Eddie answers, tossing his keys onto the coffee table with a high-pitched clack. 

He starts to shrug off his leather jacket and notices how squirrelly you seem, all skittish with your face twisted with a distant worry. Your neck twitches softly, head tilting once to the side and back up again. Your quiet concern becomes his own.

His brows raise, hidden beneath his curly bangs, as he slides the fabric down his tattooed arms. “Is that okay?” he wonders, eyes wide and twinkling with apprehension.

“Yeah!” you answer, louder and quicker than you mean to. You’re obviously overcompensating, but you shrug it off anyway. You smile sweetly at him, even though it wavers at the edges, and tilt your cheek to your shoulder. “I was just— It was just a question.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“‘Cause it’s okay if you don’t wanna stay the night,” Eddie assures you, giving you an out so you don’t have to make one yourself. “It’s whatever, you know? Give me the word, and I’ll take you back home. I’ll just spend the night all alone… In an empty trailer… In bed all by myself…”

His quiet smirk widens to a broader beam when he nears you. His pale hands curl around your arms, the faded bats below his thumb sitting neatly outside your elbow. 

He’s joking, of course. Well, not about the taking you home part, but about all the rest of it. 

He thinks he’d die if he ever made you feel anything less than totally safe. Dying would feel easier, at least. He’d never make you feel bad about being anxious, or coerce you into hiding your feelings for his sake. He cares about you far too much for any of that.

So his tense heart rests a bit when you smile.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, quiet but still sincere. 

The boy brightens all at once. Excited in such an innocent, boyish way. “So I get to kiss you all night long?” he wonders in a disbelieving murmur.

“Only if you want,” you answer with burning cheeks and clammy hands.

“Well, I do want… I want very much…”

He kisses you then, until your lungs run out of air. Standing together in the middle of his living room, lit by so many yellow lamps, with the croaking of frogs and the chittering of crickets sounding in the navy blue night.

He pulls away sometime after. Maybe a second. Maybe an eon or more. He recovers from being so ardently kissed much quicker than you do and guides you down the short hallway to the single bedroom. You still feel the imprint of his mouth against yours, like he’s still there. 

Your lips tingle with longing, grieving the lack of him.

You still make him turn around before you change, though.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he teases from the very center of his mattress, right before turning onto his stomach and shoving his face into the pillow.

“It’s different,” you murmur, mostly to yourself, as you slide the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders. The fabric falls to the carpeted floor in a puddle at your feet. You make quick work of redressing, as though there were some kinda time limit to what you had asked of him.

“I know,” he replies, muffled into the cushion his cheek is smushed against. “You’re still pretty, though.”

“You can’t even see me,” you argue and slide a pair of frilly sleep shorts over your thighs.

“I’d still think you were pretty even if I never saw you again.”

“Jeez,” you laugh, shoving your head through the neckline of a band-tee older than you are.

“…That sounded kinda morbid, huh?”

You giggle again. This time because his voice is still smothered into the pillow, stifled and utterly faint. “Just a little,” you answer.

“Well, it was supposed to be a compliment.”

“I know. You can turn around now.”

Eddie lifts his wild head and peeks at you over his shoulder, one eye squinted shut just in case he heard you wrong.

You’re less dressed up than before, but still as pretty as you were ten minutes ago. 

The subtle domesticity of seeing you in pajamas makes his chest ache. It’s like doing laundry or making a shopping list — something so utterly mundane that’s so strikingly tender.

“Pretty,” Eddie mumbles some moments later, when his brain forgets every word but that one.

“Shut up.”

Your hands wring together as you idle at his bedside, like you need some kinda invitation to come closer. Your head tilts again, a gentle swaying of your head that seems almost involuntary.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Eddie wonders with a soft pink, inquisitive grin. 

‘Cause this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. You did it earlier, when you first walked in, and a couple times at the dinner. Like when you catch him staring or after he’s complimented you. It’s almost like you have some genuine aversion to his affection.

“Doing what?” you murmur, all innocent.

Eddie swings his legs off the side of the mattress, socked feet melting into the carpet. His parted thighs are enough of an invitation as you settle intently between them. 

“That thing with your neck,” he answers when he’s fully upright. “The uh…” He replicates it for you, drops his cheek to his shoulder and brings it back up again. He doubts he looks nearly as cute as you do doing it.

You get so self-aware that your stomach starts to ache. “I don’t know,” you answer through the frog in your throat. “I do that sometimes, I guess— When I get nervous. I can’t really help it.”

“Nervous?” Eddie echoes, face twisted with sudden anguish. His hands reach for your wringing ones. He musters a shaking smile up at you. “Babe— Why are you nervous?”

You dig your bare feet into the carpet, shifting your weight and ducking your gaze like a nervous child. “‘Cause I haven’t slept over before. And I don’t really know what to… do. Like, what if I snore really loud? Or drool a lot? What if I accidentally punch you in my sleep or something?”

Eddie doesn’t mean to laugh in the face of your genuine worries, but it spills out before he can stop it. It’s so like you to stress yourself sick over something that’s about as likely to happen as getting struck by lightning.

“I’d probably like you more, honestly,” he answers, giving your clammy hands a gentle squeeze. His nose scrunches until the edges of his eyes crinkle. “You’re too perfect. You need something to humble you.”

“Don’t be nice to me, I’m being serious.”

“If it’ll make you feel better, I can sleep on the couch. Or on the floor or something—”

“It’s your house, Eds.”

“Well, I’m not making you sleep on the couch, and especially not on the floor. Even if I was that big of an asshole, I think Uncle Wayne would kill me.” He grows suddenly serious a second later. Still smiling, but with something more earnest in his eyes. “But… I do think we’d be more comfortable, you know, in a bed. Together.”

He’s right, but it doesn’t mean you’re happy about it. Not because you don’t want to sleep in the same bed as him, but because you’re too anxious to let yourself enjoy a good thing.

“I’m just bad at sleepovers, I think,” you confess in a tiny voice, like that fact isn’t utterly obvious now. “Like, one time, I was at a friend’s house in middle school, and I used a poster as a blanket ‘cause I was too scared to ask for a real one.”

Eddie’s smile widens. The rose petal expression blooms so large it makes his cheeks hurt. 

“Of course, you did,” the boy says with a shake of his head, frizzy curls swaying around the outsides of his jaw. “You’re so damn cute, you know that?”

You make a vague, grumbly noise of disdain right before Eddie wraps you in his arms. He pulls you softly down until you’re sitting on his jean-clad thighs, then buries his face into your shoulder. You smell like the soap you showered with and the burgers you ate and the perfume you put on just for him.

Eddie presses his lips there, to your collarbone, where the neckline of your shirt has dipped slightly down. He lingers there for a moment, then pulls away with a soft smack.

“I promise to make this the best damn sleepover you’ve ever had in your life,” he promises, muffled from where his nose is smushed into your neck.

“Yeah?” you mumble into the curls tickling your chin.

He nods, still pressed against you. “And I promise to tuck you in before bed so you don’t have to go using my posters as blankets, either.”

You push him away with a half-hearted hand. His boyish laughter paints the tiny bedroom golden. He pulls you back a second later, and you melt into him without thinking twice.

[gogobootz1]

At War

Luke Castellan x Reader [fem!daughter of Apollo]

Summary: There's nothing like some friendly competition, but when planning rival parties, you and Luke are a little less than friendly.

Word count: 2k

Every year, there came a time for the retreats- a chance for children of the gods to bond and have some special fun. One big retreat seemed pointless, so camp faculty allowed two. The two retreats accidentally split the boys and girls, and naturally, they turned into an (unofficial) competition. As one of the oldest and most experienced campers- you’d been volunteering to champion a retreat for years. Traditionally, you’ve hosted a slumber party equipped with PJs, dancing, games, movies, braid trains, nail polish, and basically anything anyone could want. You also, of course, have the best food. Each year, it’s been a hit, and it’s only gotten better with time. 

The only problem is that you have tough competition. The day after the retreats, you always hear about what happened at the other one. Paintball, camping, fishing, mad romps through the wood, scary stories- barbecue. Everyone loved it. And every year, you’ve had to quietly conceal your anger and jealousy. It pains you to admit that Luke sure can throw a party (maybe even better than you can). But this year, you are more determined than ever to outdo him. 

The two of you have long been in competition, and things have only escalated. As hilarious as Mr. D found both your antics last year, Chiron was extremely unhappy about the fact the two of you had exceeded the budget by miles. He’d told you both to reign it in this year or no more retreats. When he felt that didn’t sufficiently move you, he threatened to let other people plan them. You both caved and vowed to stick to the budget this year. 

You’re always a little frantic the day of, and today is no different. To your chagrin, Luke is cool as a cucumber. It pisses you off to no end. 

“Nervous?” A smug voice voice asks from behind your back. You drop the spoon you were using to push mashed potatoes around your plate. 

You turn slowly on the bench, “Why should I be?"

“Usually, you’re pulling out your hair before the retreats,” he says skeptically, “perfectionism taking its toll.”

“Yeah? Well, my perfectionism makes my parties perfect,” you flaunt. The few sisters that can stand to be around you when you’re stressed roll their eyes. It’s clear to them this is escalating. 

“What about when Susie vomited in your bouncy house last year?” He taunts, and you glare at him. That girl should not have been jumping after four bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and two Redbulls- it was hardly your fault. 

“How about when Aidan got a concussion after falling off the mechanical bull?” You snap back. 

You don’t notice Luke’s shadow until he pipes in, “Are these people okay?” 

“They signed waivers!” You say at the same time, and the new Poseidon kid takes a defensive step back. You send Luke a glare when you realize you spoke in sync. He huffs before smirking at you. 

“Good luck with your sleepover,” he mocks, “You’re gonna need it.” Before you can reply, he marches away, protégée in tow. 

“Eat shit!” You call out after him. 

“That was weak, girl,” one of your sisters says.  

“Shut up, I know,” you shake your head at her, “now come help me set up.” You drag her up by her elbow to make your sacrifices, then get to work. 

Five hours later, the main hall looks great. Your disco ball is glimmering, the mini photo booth is equipped with feather boas and pink cowboy hats, the food is all laid out, and the stage you bribed some Hephaestus kids to build looks great. 

“Perfect,” you whisper, pleased at your surroundings. 

“Fucking finally!” Your sister throws her hands up and walks away. You’ve very likely driven most of your half-siblings insane today. 

“Thanks for your help!” You call after her, and as she goes, you spot some prying eyes through the window. Percy, you think his name is, looks afraid now that you’ve caught him peering in through the window. In a few swift moves, you leave the room and block his exit from the patio. 

“Can I help you?” You ask suspiciously. 

“Just admiring your excellent disco theme,” he says, putting an ultra-sweet smile on his face. As charming as the boy is, you take your retreat very seriously and feel a deep-seated urge to protect it from potential sabotage. 

“Mhmmm,” you nod, “and you wouldn’t happen to be reporting back to anyone about what you’ve seen?” 

“Whaaaaaat?” Percy asks, awkwardly chuckling. 

Your shoulders drop, of course, Luke would stoop to employing spies. You dig into your pocket and pull out a ten-dollar bill, “I’ll give you this if you act as a double agent.” 

He eyes your money suspiciously, “Do you really think I can be bought?” 

You roll your eyes and pull out another bill, “How’s twenty?” 

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he grabs both bills from your hand and shakes it. Percy happily walks past you, shoving his new earnings into his pocket. 

You grin, “Make sure he hears all about how awesome my party is!”

“I’m on it, boss,” he calls over his shoulder. After a short walk, he’s back to the boathouse lounge where Luke has been waiting for his report. 

“Well?” The older boy asks him, jumping up from his spot on the couch. 

Percy shakes his head solemnly, “Bad news, boss.” 

“What?!” He asks, eyes wide. “Don’t tell me she went over budget. She didn't get another mariachi band, did she?” Percy shakes his head and files this new information away. With what he’s been hearing about the last few retreats, he’s almost sad to have missed them. 

“No, but it does look super cool,” he nods, and it really wasn’t a lie- he saw a chocolate fountain on that snack table. 

“Damn,” Luke’s face twitches in annoyance. 

“But your party will be great too, I’m sure,” he smiles, nodding reassuringly. 

“Of course, it will,” he says defensively, “make sure you check back in over there from time to time. I want to know how it’s progressing.” 

“Sure,” Percy nods, but his concern at the competitiveness underlying this event grows. He wonders just how bad this will get tonight. But check back in he does, and he won’t deny he enjoys himself at the sleepover. Every time he visits, you give him a new sparkly mocktail, and the Aphrodite girls give him a new feather boa. At one point, he’s wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and eating some cake. He was very impressed when M&Ms fell out of the middle as you cut it. Apparently, it’s also one of your newest sisters’ birthdays- he’s heard whisperings of some big special present for her yet to come. 

Each time Percy returns to the other retreat, he can see Luke get a little more tense. The fact that he’s exaggerating doesn’t help either. When he tells the older boy that you have an ice sculpture spitting Dr. Pepper, he thinks he sees steam pour from Luke’s ears. It’s not like people aren’t enjoying his party, but Percy can that Luke wants to one-up you and feels like he’s falling short. 

“And I’ve heard she has a special surprise in store for Sophie since it’s her birthday. Apparently, she’s the newest addition to their cabin, so she wants to do something special,” Percy nods at him, eating a taco he had brought back from your party. Luke cuts him off by grabbing the taco from his hand just as he’s about to take another bite. “Hey!” He protests when Luke puts it right in the trash. 

“When is this surprise?” He asks the twelve-year-old. 

“The Aphrodite girls told me I should be back in like twenty minutes so I wouldn’t miss it,” Percy tells him. 

“And when was that?” 

“Like twenty minutes ago,” he shrugs, and Luke just stares at him. “Ohhhhh,” he says when he realizes how long it’s been. 

“Come on,” Luke shakes his head and starts out the door, Percy in tow. They can hear the surprise before they see it, an ABBA song blasting out of the building. Only, they don’t realize who's performing it until they walk in. Along with two of your musically-inclined Apollo sisters, you’re dressed in bell bottoms and sleeves. And you look like you’re having the time of your life- until you spot them, that is. 

“Look, look, look, look,” you pull the microphone away to mutter to Tanya. Her shock is visible, but you both keep performing anyway. The crowd goes wild at the end, and Sophie runs up on stage to give you a big hug. You let Tanya take over host duties and make your way through the crowd to the party crasher. 

“That was,” Luke starts, but you are not keen to hear whatever he has to say about your outfit, or your performance, or your party. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

His expression instantly sours, “I wanted some Dr. Pepper from your ice sculpture, where is it?” 

“What are you talking about?” You’re highly confused until Percy gives you the cut-it-out motion from behind Luke’s back. “We put it back in the freezer,” you say, and Percy gives you the thumbs up. No matter what you think of him, Luke’s not an idiot. He turns around in time to spot Percy’s gestures. 

“Wait a second, are you two colluding?” He looks between the two of you in shock. 

“You were colluding with him first,” you shrug, crossing your arms. “You really earned that twenty dollars, by the way,” you compliment the kid, and he gives you a pleased nod. 

“Dude,” Luke turns toward Percy, betrayed. 

“She outbid you,” he shrugs. “Hey, what if you guys just went to each other’s parties?” 

You both eye the boy suspiciously, “Why would we do that?” You ask him, and Luke nods in agreement.

“Well, you’re both so desperate to know about the other’s party, so why don’t you just experience it for yourselves?” Percy asks, and when he feels you aren’t sufficiently moved by it, he tries again. “If you attend both parties, you can decide who wins.” 

“Good enough for me,” Luke wanders off into your party.

“Yeah, okay,” you head for the door. 

“Hopeless,” Percy mumbles, shaking his head. 

An hour later, you and Luke meet in the middle of your respective parties. You stare at each other for a minute before you admit in sync, “I had fun.” 

“We have to stop doing that,” you shake your head. 

“Agreed.” 

You’re both silent again for a minute. “The slip and slide was a good idea,” you say reluctantly, soap still in your hair, “low budget but lots of fun. Tubing was good too. And the campfire.” You had changed out of the disco attire and into shorts and a T-shirt over your swimsuit. 

“Did you try-“

“Chris can really grill,” you nod. After some hesitance, you finally choke out a confession, “I am very displeased to call you the winner.”

“No way,” he shakes his head. 

“What?”

“You totally won,” he shrugs, “the disco was killer.” You only now realize he changed into pajamas. 

“You actually embraced the sleepover?” 

He flicks some grass off your shoulder, “You gave my party a fair shot.” That’s true, and you nod, looking away for a second. “The chocolate fountain was a nice touch.”

“Thank you.”

“And I was trying to tell you earlier, but your performance was really cool,” he admits. 

“Yeah?” A genuine grin grows on your face at this. Most everyone in the Apollo cabin loves music, but some of your half-siblings are more keen to perform than you. Hearing this, and from him especially, means a lot. 

“Yeah,” he nods, smiling now too. “You’re the winner here.” 

“Let’s call it a draw?” You offer, and he nods. 

“What if we just worked together and planned one party next year?” He asked, and you pretend to consider it for a moment. 

“That could be cool,” you nod, “imagine what we could do with the combined budget.” 

He grins and scrunches his nose, “How about we enjoy this year’s party until then?”

“We could do that,” you nod, “where to?”

He swiftly wraps an arm over your shoulder and starts guiding you back to your party, “Let’s boogie.” You laugh, and he thinks it’s a sound he could get used to. 

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I've been awake for too long so idk if this is coherent but I had fun <3

[trash1129]

×,.·´¨'°÷·..§SELF-SABOTAGE§.·´¨'°÷·.. -a Soobin smau (+ written chapters)

Summary: After (Y/n) breaks up with her ex, Do Jaeyi, she isn’t left alone by him. Finally after being bothered nonstop, she breaks and tells him she is dating her high school rival, Choi Soobin. Now they are left to keep up the act of being a couple till this all blows over. Little does (Y/n) know Soobin has been waiting for a chance like this.

a/n: here we go again with me attempting another smau! I’m more excited about this one because I actually planned stuff for once :D I really wanted to try my hand again at one of these and wanted to try an enemies to lovers type situation

☆Rating: 16+

☆Release date: March 2nd, 2023

☆Ending date: August 15th, 2023

☆Status: ended

☆Pairing: Choi Soobin x Fem! Reader, mentions of past relationship with an OC, and maybe some pairings on the side if I wanna add some spice ;D

☆Content: smau with written chapters, fluff, crack (idk if it really is bc I don’t really think I’m that funny), some angst at some point tbh, fake dating, semi-enemies to lovers, semi-mutual pining, psych major!(y/n), dancer!(y/n), psych major!soobin, barista!beomgyu, college!au, slow burn ig???

☆Warnings: lots of swearing (I have potty mouth myself so they all will too), some suggestive parts maybe and some mentions of sex but no smut bc smut isn’t something I write, chapters may be long idk yet, I didn’t really pay attention to like grade levels in relation to age so we don’t need to pay attention to if it’s accurate or not

☆Featuring: the rest of txt, lee chaeyeon (iz*one/solo), Lucy (weki meki), probably some other idols in passing

DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of pure fiction and do not represent txt artist, iz*one/solo artist, weki meki artist, any other artist or reflect their actual selves or morals. All in this fan fiction is 100% fake and not real at all

Profiles:

The ass shakers

Soobin’s emotional support group

Chapters:

01. ONE OF US RRRAHHHHHHHHH🦅

02. You see how easy it is to lie?

03. Twinkle toes

04. Don’t HMU😣😭😿💔

05. I’m meeting Lucifer today! (Written, 1.9k + sns) unedited

06. That's the spirit!

07. That is a (Y/n) response

08. Very Soobin core

09. Is that Choi Beomgyu?

10. Soob is a broke ass bitch

11. I was threatened 🥺🥺 (Written, 2k + sns) unedited

12. I do but I don’t :D

13. Darling baby girl

14. FEED ME

15. Slay or be slain

16. Mean girls Christmas routine

17. Love birds (Written, 3.6k) unedited

18. Because sleepover :)))

19. In the words of Twice

20. And I’m Hyojeong

21. SHUT UP ITS GIRLS NIGHT

22. Skill issue

23. Keep my wife’s name out of your mouth

24. I’m concerned (Written, 1.2k + sns) unedited

25. No pics🗣️ No proof🗣️

26. Not you too

27. Oh f*ck

28. Prettiest face I’ve ever seen

29. …what?😃

30. I know. I’ve known.

31. fanfic levels

32. Master manipulator (written, 1.9k + sns) unedited

33. Crush (written, 2k) unedited

34. Limited addition animal crossing switch

35. Epilogue

Bonus!: New privs

Bonus 2!: Daily bf texts

[strangermarvelss]

you again?- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Female!Reader

Summary: you run into your brother, dustin’s new idol, and it just so happens to be your ex, eddie munson

Warnings: slight angst, eddie having a great relationship with dustin, fighting, cursing, fluff, happy ending

Request?: Yes

i selected fluff but i think it could also be slighty angsty at the start? but basically henderson! reader where she is dustins older sister who used to have a secret fling/ relationship with eddie and they meet again when dustin and eddie become friends! happy ending plz! tysm &lt;;33

Word Count: 2k

A/N: another fic as part of my collar sleepover! this is my first time writing for a henderson!reader and it was quite fun, i might do more of it. also, would like to clarify that i do not mention face or any specific features, therefore the henderson!reader could be read as adoptive or not adopted, all up to reader interpretation. enjoy!- sava

“Hey Dusty!” You shout, standing from the couch in your family living room and extending your arms. His mouth drops as he gets a good look at you, running over and wrapping his arms around you after practically tackling you. You laugh as you secure yourself around your little brother.

It’d been a few months since you saw him, having gone back to college at Notre Dame for your sophomore year. It was now December and school was out for the holidays, so coming home and being able to spend it with your family was something you’d be looking forward to. 

“How was school today? Ready to be out for the break?” You ask, pulling back from your embrace to look him in the eyes. His face was still shining bright, eyes twinkling with glee as he looked at you. You loved your relationship with your brother, being able to talk about nerdy things with him made you bond a few years back, and all the bullshit with the Upside Down brought you closer together as well. 

“School was great! I do have to go back for my D&D meeting, so…any chance you can drive me?” He asks, his face contorting to an convincing grin, eyebrows raised and arms lifting. You flash him a smirk and grab his head, shaking him a bit as you nod.

“We can grab ice cream on the way too, if you’d like?” You suggest. He lets out a loud giggle as her grips the straps of his backpack tighter. You chuckle to yourself and grab your bag and the keys you set on the kitchen counter, walking towards the door as he jumps for joy. 

The two of you exit the car with ice cream cones in hand, you locking the door before Dustin walks you inside your old stomping grounds. It felt odd being back here, especially with your younger brother who now attended the school. You push open the double doors and walk the empty halls, nudging your brother as you turn a corner.

“So do you just meet up with Mike and Lucas at school to play now, or are you part of an actual D&D club?” you question. 

“It’s a club, actually. ’twas around when you were in high school actually, it’s called Hellfire. Ring any bells?” he reveals. 

Ugh, Hellfire. You used to admire the group that would walk the halls and proudly displaying their matching shirts, even joining a few sessions back during your senior year. But now it left nothing but a bad memory. You toss your cone in the nearby trash can as your your brother unzips his winter coat and flashes you the Hellfire logo and shirt you used to see so often.

“I see they still have the same logo from two years ago,” you laugh, letting your brother open the doors to the drama room and walking in. “Who runs the club now anyways? When I was here, it was-“

“Hey Eddie!” Your brother exclaims, waving to the long haired man seated on the throne at the head of the table. You freeze in place as you look at him, your eyes locking on one another as your brother sets his stuff down and begins chatting with Mike. You feel your jaw open slightly, unable to believe the sight before you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? Didn't think you wanted to be with us freaks anymore,” Eddie lets out, his tone coming out cold and a bit vicious. You swallow down the lump that formed in your throat the minute you saw him. Dustin’s eyes flicker between the two of you, his face crumpled in confusion, as is Mike’s.

“Dustin’s my little brother,” you manage to let out. He scoffs and looks to the other members, whom you recognized from his band. You look down to the floor, embarrassment creeping up your neck and spreading across your cheeks. 

“You didn’t tell me Y/N here was the infamous sister you speak about all the time, Henderson,” Eddie says, flashing his eyes and Dustin whose face was still twisted in confusion. 

“Yeah well, I didn’t know you two knew each other. How exactly? I mean I know you two went to school together, but you don’t exact peg me as the type to run in the same circles,” your brother questions. You look back to Eddie who sits back in the throne, staring at you with an amused grin, throwing his hands towards you, giving you the floor. 

You felt your heart rate quicken as the whole club looked at you, the other members of Corroded Coffin giving each other mischievous looks, knowing exactly how you and Eddie knew each other…seeing as he was your ex-boyfriend.

You and Eddie had kept your relationship a secret throughout your senior year, the two of you not wanting your senior years to be ruined by the judgement of your peers taking away from what was supposed to be the best year of your life. And it was…until Eddie dumped you last summer before you left for your freshman year at Notre Dame, claiming he didn’t think the distance would work, but you knew it had something to do with him not graduating with you.

“I can’t do this,” you whisper out, turning on your heel quickly and rushing out of the drama room. You push the doors to the drama room open and walking down the empty hallways as you begin to sob quietly to yourself, the feelings of your breakup mixed with the embarrassment from your interaction becoming too much for you to handle.

Just as you’re about to exit the school, you hear heavy footsteps coming from behind you, as if they were following you. You watch as Eddie’s figure peers from behind the corner, his face neutral and lacking emotions. Rolling you eyes, a scoff passes through your lips and you turn back towards the door.

“Can you please wait, Y/N?” Eddie asks from down the hall, his words echoing a bit due to the emptiness surrounding you two. Your motions stop, contemplating your decision for a moment, before ultimately giving in and turning your attention back to the metalhead. 

“Who sent you after me? Jeff? Gareth? or was it one of my brother’s friends?” You question, your arms crossing as you lean against the white brick wall. He digs his hands in his pockets and kicks his Reeboks a bit, his curls bouncing as his attention turns back to you.

“No one did, actually. Henderson-your brother, was about to come after you, but,” he took a long pause, stepping closer towards you, filling the space. “I said it was my mess, so I said I’d check on you,” he tells you, his tone a bit softer as his hands move around while speaking. 

“Yeah well you kind of lost the right to ‘check on me’ when you broke up with me last summer, Munson,” you spit at him, your tone telling him just annoyed you are.

“Hitting me with the last name treatment now, I see,” he chuckles to himself. “I deserve that.”

“Damn right you do,” you tell him, a small smirk creeping onto your face. He notices and a smirk appears on his face too.

“I miss you, you know?”

You let out a sigh and press your back to the wall, running your hands across your face in a bit a frustration. Eddie had been so amazing to you when you were a couple, and the past year and a half had been so difficult without him, and you thought maybe you could start getting by. But now he wants to spring this on you? Why do men have so irritating and confusing? 

“If you miss me so much, then why’d you break up with me?” You question. Eddie opens his mouth to speak, but you’re quick to stop him. “And don’t give me the bullshit distance line, because Notre Dame is not that far from here, and you know I come back every chance I’m able to.”

Eddie pauses for a moment, his mouth shutting and the sound of his teeth coming together making a clear sound. You watch his face scrunch into the expression he always wore when he was deep in thought, tongue poking out ever so slightly. 

“To be honest, I was embarrassed. I couldn’t deal with my failure and I took it out on our relationship. But…I also just didn’t want you to be embarrassed of me,” he reveals. 

“Why would I ever be embarrassed of you Eddie?” You pry, your features softening as you look at his disappointed demeanor.

“If we were still together, your college friends would’ve judged the shit out of me for still being in high school. I’m a big failure, and I didn’t want to drag you down with me,” he answers.

“Eddie, you wouldn’t have been dragging me down with you, that’s not how relationships work. And if you had felt this way, why didn’t you just talk with me instead of just breaking things off?” 

“I don’t know!” He yells out, making you jump back a little. He takes in your unsettled features and holds out a hand to you from his position on the other side of the hall. “I’m sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to yell…i’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t talk with me about it, Eds. And just to let you know,” you begin, walking closer to close the distance between the two of you. “I could never be disappointed in you.”

You watch the smile reappear on his face, looking up at you through his long lashes and you mimicking his smile. He pushes himself off the wall he found purchase against, the two of you merely inches from one another.

“I know I’ve been shitty this past year-”

“Year and a half,” you correct him, a smirk still plastered on your face.

“Year and s half-but I want to try and make it up to you, and possibly…start things again?” he suggests.

You take a moment to ponder on his proposal, making him wait for your respond, even though you already knew the answer. You still loved Eddie, even after the break-up. There might have been some hostility in the beginning, maybe a few negative feelings still lingering, but you wanted to try things again and give him a chance to not be a dick.

“I would like that. But I’m going to be honest and say the break-up did hurt me…so I’m not going to forgive you so easily. You’ll have to work for it,” you tease. He just laughs but looks at you, the seriousness mixed in your face telling him just what he needed to know.

“I’m gonna have to pull out the big guns then, huh?” He smirks.

“Yeah, especially with my college friends. They’re gonna be harder to please than I am,” you laugh out. He bangs his fist over his heart and lets out an overdramatic gasp, making you laugh and shove his shoulder. The two of you begin to giggle at one another, his hand brushing over yours ever so softly.

“You want to join the campaign for tonight? I kept your character sheet in my folder, you know,” he asks, his fingers ghosting over yours and beginning to thread themselves between your own. 

“Yeah, I think I will. Gotta drive Dustin home anyway, might as well join the fun,” you answer, turning your body back towards the direction of the drama room, shoving your hand in your pocket to keep your word on making him work for it, which he is quick to notice.

“Yeah, about little Henderson…do you think he’s going to be mad? About our…situation?” He questions, jogging to catch up with you as you make your way down the hall.

“Oh, I have no doubt that he’s going to flip. Looks like I’m not the only Henderson you’ll be making things up to.”

[myriad-writings]

call me - e.m.

-eddie munson x reader

-2k words

-tattoo artist eddie. bff robin. that is all. thank you :)

-warnings: excessive sexual tension, also a really mid intro but that’s whatever. also once again, not an ounce of proofreading

“It’ll be so fun!” Robin urges you, sitting cross legged on your basement floor where the two of you were having a sleepover. “Please come with me, I think you’ll actually like it.”

You snort at her, “Super fast moving needles aren’t fun, Rob, they’re actually terrifying.” She groans and makes a dramatic show of falling backwards. She had been trying to convince you for the last hour to come get a tattoo with her. She’d been wanting to get one ever since she turned 18, and thought it would be a fun best friend activity for the two of you to get one together. You, on the other hand, were freaked out by the idea of tattoos. You didn’t have anything against people that had them or anything, and you actually thought they looked super cool on most people. But you didn’t want to find out how high your pain tolerance is the hard way. 

“You’re such a baby,” she pouts, and the expression looks so out of place on her that you have to laugh. “It doesn’t even have to be matching, you could get something super small!” 

“Oh my god, fine, I’ll go.” You surrender, and Robin immediately sits back up with a wide grin. “If it means you’ll stop pugging me about it. I’ll get like… a flower or something.” 

She blows a raspberry at your basic choice, and you throw a pillow at her face with a laugh. “I can help you come up with something more creative, don’t worry.” She assures you through giggles and you roll your eyes at her. 

“Whatever, asshole. Go to bed.” 

The next morning when Robin excitedly shakes you awake for breakfast, you remember your frustrated agreement to get a tattoo with her. And you knew that she wasn’t going to let you live it down.

-

“How are you so energetic this early in the morning?” You tease as she fixes her hair in the passenger mirror of your car. “I’m just excited that you came around. And don’t worry, I know this guy and he’s super cool. Well, not super cool but you won’t be nervous around him or anything. He’s chill and used to play D&D with the kids and he’s really nice.” Her rambling only stops when she takes a bobby pin out of her hair and holds it in her mouth for easy access, but then she’s back on her word vomit again, just slightly hindered by the pin  held between her teeth. “He actually might still play, I’ll have to ask Steve. He had this club and everything for it in high school, kind of a huge nerd and outcast. But he’s so nice, I swear.” She only stops when you pull into the parking lot of the tattoo parlor, and she’s grinning from ear to ear.

“What’s this guy’s name?” You ask, suddenly interested in an attempt to calm your nerves.“Eddie,” she answers easily while getting out of the car. “We met through a series of outlandish circumstances,” for once she doesn’t elaborate and just shuts the car door to punctuate her sentence. Here we go, you think to yourself.

The inside of the shop was actually a lot less intimidating than you pictured, and though it did very little to affect your nerves, you feel slightly more comfortable in the atmosphere than you imagined you would. There was some heavy metal record playing in the back of the room at a low volume, and each of the stalls was decorated to the individual artist’s taste. The exposed brick walls were lit with warm toned studio-esque light fixtures, and the hardwood floor was immaculately clean, which you took as a good sign considering the level of sterility needed for this sort of thing. 

While you were taking in your surroundings, Robin was at the front counter reconnecting with who you assumed must be Eddie, the friend she had told you about mere moments before. She saw that your attention had been diverted from the interior of the building and beckoned you closer. “This is Eddie,” she introduced with a knowing smirk. 

“Hey, Robin told me you were a little nervous.” The smile he gives you is so subtle, but it makes you lock your knees in fear of them going weak. You manage to offer him a small smile in return and collect your thoughts well enough to respond. 

“I’ve never done this before,” you explain, and the sound of his soft laugh makes your face heat up. You can tell he isn’t laughing at you, though, and his level of understanding is actually very soothing. His level of attractiveness is what’s causing you trouble now. Robin can tell what’s got you shifting in your place, and she clears her throat to call your attention away from Eddie with that same smirk from before. 

“Well you two have fun, I’ll see you on the other side,” she says in feign ominosity before going to one of the empty stalls that she was called to. 

You roll your eyes at her before turning your attention back to Eddie, who seemingly hasn’t taken his eyes off you. The thought makes you shy once again, and he says, “Let’s go, princess,” before leading you back to the furthest back area, right by the record player you spotted earlier. He notices you standing awkwardly by it. 

“Sorry, I can turn that down,” he offers and moves to adjust the volume dial without waiting for your response. 

“No, it’s okay, I just haven’t heard this song before,” you explain, and he flashes you one of those butterfly-inducing smiles again. 

“I get that a lot,” Eddie says simply before patting the leather bench in front of him. “Have a seat.” He turns his back to you and grabs a hair tie from the table in the corner, tying most of his curly hair in a low ponytail to get it out of the way. “So, what are we doing today?” 

You realize when he turns back around that you’ve been staring at him, and you blank for a second before stumbling over your words to answer him. “Um, I was going to get a, uh, rose. Like this big,” holding your fingers about three inches apart to demonstrate the size. You’re suddenly embarrassed at how generic it is, but Eddie just reaches for a binder and flips through it for a second before handing it to you at an open design. “Like that?” He questions, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. You examine the design before nodding. It was surprisingly delicate in comparison to the rest of his vibe, but the style fits the charming and sweet demeanor he’s shown you so far. It’s the exact size you showed him, with fine lines that you think wouldn’t take too long to sit for if it was too painful. “Yeah, this is perfect.” 

At your approval, Eddie nods and takes the binder back from you, sliding the design you both agreed on out of its page protector and tracing over it on a more transparent paper. You’re absolutely enamored with him and the way he moves, shrugging off his slightly worn demin jacket to have more freedom of mobility. The muscles in his forearms flex slightly as he sketches, bent over on his elbows to get a steady and precise outline. A few strands escape from his haphazardly done ponytail and fall around his face to frame it, prompting him to blow out the side of his mouth to get them out of the way. 

By the time he stands upright again, which is only about five minutes, you’re even more flustered than before. You make a resolve with yourself that you won’t stare anymore, instead focusing on the wall so you don’t come off as a creep. This resolve proves to be even harder than you thought, because the second you commit to it, he’s asking where you want the tattoo. You point to the front of your shoulder, a few inches above your bicep if your arm was fully relaxed by your side. Then he’s cleaning the area with a rubbing alcohol wipe and applying the template he had just sketched out, much like a temporary tattoo. 

The whole time, you’re holding your breath as his fingers graze your skin and leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You glance back down at him, and see his tongue poking out from the side of his lips as he focuses, causing you to giggle. 

The sound catches his attention and his eyes snap back up at you before realizing what you’re laughing at, and chuckling out an apology. “Sorry, it’s an unconscious habit.”

You shake your head at him. “Don’t be sorry, it’s kinda cute.” Oh my god oh my god I just said he was cute, you think, but you’re comforted by the fact you can’t get any more flustered than you already are. However, seeing his eyes avoid yours as he clears his throat as his cheeks tint almost imperceptibly pink just proves you wrong.

He talks to you about what he’s doing when he preps the ink and everything else, but your brain is elsewhere as you watch his fingers move so deftly with the tools in front of him. Then, he looks back up at you to make sure you understand, and your eyes widen in panic for a second before scrambling to confirm that you heard him (which you didn’t). 

Eddie just gives you an amused chuckle before moving towards you to start the tattoo itself. “Just relax, let me know if it bothers you too much and I can stop. Okay?” You nod, actually hearing him this time and he sits down on the chair in front of the bench. 

As the needle buzzes, you squeeze the edge of the leather beneath you, but it isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. It’s like a sting, a continuous one, but it’s not something that’s unbearable. Eddie looks up at you through his lashes as he pauses to replenish the ink. “Doing okay up there?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just getting used to it.” You assure, though it comes out a bit breathless. He smiles at you anyways and tells you, “You’re doing great,” before continuing. Oh, he has to know what he’s doing at this point. 

The whole thing is over before you know it, and you’re actually kind of upset that you don’t get to sit this close to him anymore. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, but you’re not sure if it’s from his praise, his touch, or the needle itself. Could be a combination of all three, honestly. 

Eddie gives you the spiel on tattoo aftercare and hands you a sample size of the ointment he recommends for when it starts peeling and itching. “And it will itch,” he promises. “Don’t scratch at it, or else you might peel some of it off. Can you do that for me?” 

It takes everything in you to respond normally, nodding at him for what seems like the thousandth time in the past hour. “Yeah, sounds good.” He smiles and tells you that you’re all set, sending you on your way to the front of the building, where Robin is waiting for you. 

She’s grinning from ear to ear as she holds her wrist out to you to show you what she got. “Show me yours!” She asks excitedly with a little bounce in her step and you move your sleeve to the side to show off the rose. “How was it?” 

“Not bad at all, really,” you admit while walking out to the car. “You were right, he is super sweet.” 

She grins at you, “See, I told you.” You roll your eyes at her gloating as she continues speaking.  

You take the ointment out of your pocket to put in your bag, but then you catch sight of something written on the back. Robin’s words die mid-sentence as she watches you read, but you weren’t even listening. Taped on the back of the bottle is a piece of paper with Eddie’s number, and a smiley face. 

Robin watches your expression flush and a smile forces its way on your features and nudges you playfully. “Well, it looks like this tattoo won’t be your last.”

[ddejavvu]

mei!! saw the 2k sleepover was in full swing so i had to drop by :D maybe having a nap with peter and reader is cockwarming him and he’s super delirious and cutesy and it turns to just a soft fuck

im super proud of you!!

- 🌱

mother of god this is late i am so sorry - this post is 18+, minors dni.

Peter whimpered pitifully into your neck, the sound muffled against your flushed skin. Your fingers laced delicately into the curls at the back of his neck, and you combed through them gently, tugging lightly on a few of the strands.

"Feels s'good," He whined, his hips shifting beneath you to drive his cock further into you.

"I- I know," You breathed, huffing softly as you stayed steady on his lap, "Peter, don't move."

"I have to," He panted, his soft lips brushing saliva onto your neck as he spoke into your skin, "i can't- I gotta move."

He slowly rutted his hips beneath yours, grinding further into you. The slow build-up of sensation you'd gained from cockwarming him during the movie that was playing left you overly-sensitive, and you gasped lightly.

"Peter," You groaned, fingers tugging harder at his curls as he rutted against you, desperately clinging to your hips, "Don't stop!"

[shmaptainwrites]

Upside Down [Aaron Hotchner]

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner

Words: 2K

Summary: After some mechanical trouble you have Hotch drive you home after a case and while you drink tea together he accidentally reveals a secret talent

Warnings: none :)

A/N: This was a very fluffy little thing written for alex and meg, love you guys!

GIF by @hqtchner photos from Pinterest header by me

“Thanks for giving me a ride home,” you sighed, pulling out your keys to unlock the door. “I really thought she was gonna last,”

“Did you end up taking your car to the mechanic Morgan recommended?” Hotch asked you and you shook your head.

“It was a bit out of my price range, but I guess the extra stretch may have been worth it,” you huffed and when you opened the door were met with the happy wagging tail of your dog. “Hey Baby,” you grinned, but she zoomed right past you into the hallway and jumped up onto Hotch. “You’re such a traitor,” you rolled your eyes and Hotch laughed a little, bending down to give your little rascal some attention.

“She just knows I carry treats on me specifically for her,” he said, pulling out a small bag and getting her to do a small trick before offering her a reward.

“You spoil her,” you tapped your thigh and she came speeding back into the house to go sit on her bed. “Hey, do you wanna come in for a drink or something?” you asked. “I know Jack’s at a sleepover tonight. Might be nice to get away for a bit,” you noted.

“Sure,” he agreed and stepped past the threshold and into your apartment.

“Alright, I have juice, pop, tea, beer, wine, and coffee if you wish to screw up your sleep schedule even more than it already is,” you said while looking through your cupboards and fridge.

“I’ll have tea, thanks,” he chuckled while you placed the different boxes of tea bags in front of him so he could pick what he wanted while you boiled the water.

While you were at work Hotch took his time to observe his surroundings. He had been to your apartment quite a few times, but almost always it was dark because he had driven you back after a night out on the town. He wasn’t really sure how he ended up being your designated driver, but he didn’t mind that much.

Your sofas had throw pillows arranged nicely in a certain colour scheme that seemed to match most of your other decorations. It was homey and reminded him a little of his grandparents' cottage in the sense that he felt welcome.

On the wall, hanging from a stand was a large acoustic guitar that looked like it hadn’t been touched in a while, and next to it were photos of what looked like you with another man holding said guitar.

“Do you play?” Hotch found himself asking, eyes motioning to the instrument.

“No, I wish,” you shook your head, standing on the other end of the counter. “It belonged to my dad and he wanted me to have it after he passed away, figured maybe it was a good way to get me to finally learn it,”

“So that’s him in the pictures?” Hotch asked.

“Yeah, I grew up in a family of musicians, but was not blessed with the capacity to play an instrument,” you nodded. “Besides these pipes,” you pointed to your throat with a small laugh. “I did choir from when I was three all the way until after college,”

“Wow,” Hotch was surprised, he hadn’t known that about you before. “But you know um, if you want to learn that’s always a good place to start. You can look up chord charts on the internet and I mean if you learn G, E minor, C, and D you’re practically set for some of the most popular songs,”

Now it was your turn to be taken a little aback. You grabbed the kettle that had finished boiling the water and poured some into both of your cups before throwing two sugars into Hotch’s, you knew how he liked his drinks, just a hint of sweetness.

“And you know this information how?” you asked with a raised brow.

Hotch pressed his lips together and tilted his head to the side.

“I may or may not know how to play it,”

“You what?!” that came out as a snort and Hotch couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Is it that hard to believe?” he asked.

“N-No,” you shook your head, still flabbergasted, “Okay, maybe a little, but seriously? You can play? How did you learn? No, when did you learn? Wait- who taught you?” you asked him questions as if he was an unsub you were interrogating.

“I needed a fine arts credit in order to graduate, but my school counsellor neglected to tell me that until I was in my senior year,” he started to explain. “So that’s part of the reason why I ended up in the drama club with Haley, kind of a two birds with one stone deal; and I always wanted to learn how to play the guitar so I took lessons and it went towards my course credit,”

“You know what, I’m sorry I won’t believe it until I see it,” you shrugged. “If you want me to believe you, you’re going to have to go pick up that guitar and strum a little tune,”

Hotch simply sipped his tea and looked over at your dog, Baby, who was looking at him with those big eyes and her ears all perked, waiting for him to do something.

“Are you making her do that?” he asked before turning around and seeing that you were also giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes. He sighed deeply and pushed himself up off his chair and you clapped your hands excitedly while he made his way to the guitar.

He fit the strap over his shoulder and adjusted it so it was right for his height before strumming down on the strings, cringing a little at its off-tune sound.

Just by the way he held the instrument, his fingers curling over the neck while he tuned it by ear, you knew that he could definitely play it.

“Do you have any requests?” he asked.

“Hmm, why don't you surprise me,” you said, taking a seat on one of the chairs across the kitchen counter, your hands folded in your lap. “Do you play it often?”

“Every night I’m home to put Jack to bed,” he nodded. “I’ll play you his favourite, maybe you’ll recognize it,”

He started strumming the guitar and from the get-go, you knew it was familiar. You tried to think of Jack and the few times you had looked after him, there had to be something that you could pinpoint from there.

Then you figured it out. One night Hotch was called in after-hours and you and Penelope were still at the office. Jess was out of town so he had asked if you could look after Jack for a bit while he took care of whatever business there was that he needed to tend to.

The three of you went to Penelope’s bat cave and picked a movie to watch. Jack had specifically requested the Curious George movie. This was one of the songs on the soundtrack for sure.

What you weren’t expecting was after the intro, Hotch opened his mouth and began to quietly sing the lyrics and your jaw just about dropped to the ground, but your shock quickly turned to laughter when Baby decided that it was clearly a duet and she needed to join in. She used to do that all the time with your dad.

Before long she was howling so loudly that it was hard for you both to continue and Hotch stopped in the middle of the song, throwing his hands up in the air, his two dimples showing clear a day while he laughed,

“I can’t! I can’t! You win, Baby,”

Baby barked once in response before wagging her tail and running back over to her bed.

“Aaron, you failed to mention you sing too,” you hummed, walking closer to him.

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” he shrugged. “Did you figure out what song it was through all the barking?”

“I did, it’s Upside Down, from the Curious George movie,” you grinned. “Jack, Penelope, and I watched it together that one night you got called in late,”

“Well, I’m glad it was a fair game then,” he smiled.

“You know, that’s the first time anyone’s played that guitar since my dad passed,” you told him. “And I haven’t heard Baby sing like that since before he was sick,” you had a soft reminiscent smile on your face. “I miss that,”

“I um… I could teach you if you wanted?” he offered.

“As much as I’d like that, I think it would be a crime to musicians if I tried that again,” you chuckled. “But I was thinking, maybe you might come over every once in a while and… play for me?”

Hotch nodded his head, “I’d really like that,”

You gave him another half-smile and stepped up on the tip of your toes and pressed a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you,” you mumbled softly.

Hotch’s eyes trailed down and locked with yours, and now you were so close, he could see every fleck of colour in your irises, every single line and bump on your face ad then his eyes flicked down to your lips, slightly parted after talking, and when his eyes were back on yours he could see you both had the same idea, so he leaned in the remaining few centimetres, gently laying his lips on yours.

Your hand came and cupped his cheek, your thumb grazing his cheekbone and you could feel him smile into your kiss causing you to do the same. You only broke apart when you heard Baby barking at your feet and jumping against both your legs.

You giggled a little when you broke apart and looked down at the silly dog.

“I think she’s a little protective of her mom now,” you noted.

“Seems that way,” Hotch agreed and carefully slipped the guitar off his shoulder and placed it back on the stand on the wall.

When he turned back around you couldn’t resist and pulled him in for one more kiss, ignoring your barking dog.

“Baby, be quiet,” he muttered against your lips and you laughed again, falling more into his hold.

He really did turn your whole world upside down.

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[mostlymaudlin]

@carryon-countdown day 25: sleepover

rated T, 2k. part of stoner au. :D

tags: penny & baz are besties, sometimes u just have to remind ur friends u love them, friends for a reason friends for a season friends for life type beat, this is about friendship simon has like 2 lines, girls night, absolutely no toenail painting

PENELOPE

Sometimes it really does feel like I need to make new friends. It’s hard, though. I don’t like introducing new people into my life — I don’t like people.

Agatha used to just be my friend. We didn’t have many similar interests, but we lived in the dorms together freshman year and it just sort of worked. We’d sit in our room, me reading, Agatha painting her nails. Every so often, one of us would tell the other a bit of gossip, or describe something weird we saw someone do that day. It was chill. It was fun.

We stopped hanging out as much when she started dating Simon. That was okay, too, because I had started dating Shepard. What wasn’t fine was how Agatha ghosted me when she dumped Simon. It was all kind of harsh. She was graduating early, and then she fucked off to a graduate program in the States. Doesn’t even answer my texts.

So until recently, it’s just been Simon, Shepard and I. But the balance is off. Simon’s a Shepard hog, to be honest. And Shepard’s a Simon hog. And I’m obviously ecstatic that my best friend and my boyfriend get along so well. But sometimes I feel like I’m third-wheeling them.

Sometimes it becomes really apparent that, even though they both love me, they just get along better with each other. I don’t like sitting around and watching stupid shit and rolling joints. They don’t want to read my book recommendations, and they don’t understand when I get stressed out about exams.

And that’s all fine. We all have roles to play in each other’s lives, and I love the roles they play in mine. I just wish I had someone in my life who not only understood and accepted me, but also was a little bit more like me.

I used to think that maybe Baz could be my outside-of-the-friend-group friend. We got on well in classes. Sometimes, we’d teeter on the edge of hanging out beyond the library. But now that he’s dating Simon, he’s been sucked into his vortex.

It’s fine fine fine. I try not to be jealous. I try to remember that I’m luckier than most — that I couldn’t be lonely if I tried, not with the way the three of them hang off me. But there are moments like this where I can’t help but turn sour.

“Baaaaaaaabe!” Simon calls across the library, ignoring all the irritated glances he gets from all the people in our vicinity. Baz is such a stickler about being respectful in the library, but he’s preening at Simon’s attention. When Simon gets close enough, Baz reaches up to pull him into a sloppy, lazy kiss. I try to focus on the study guide Baz and I have been building, but they’ve decided they’re competing for the Guinness Record for loudest, grossest kiss in the world.

Simon releases Baz’s lips with a wet pop, then turns his beam toward me.

“Pen!” he says, setting a large, sweet-smelling Starbucks cup down in front of Baz. I raise my eyebrows at him, and he blushes a bit, lowering his voice when he speaks again. “I didn’t know you’d be here. I’d have gotten you a tea!”

“That’s my bad,” Baz says, eyes apologetic. “I forgot we were meeting up when I sent him my caffeine plea earlier.”

“Whatever,” I say, shrugging. I’m used to it.

Simon litters Baz’s face with kisses before he takes off again — apparently there’s some damsel in distress. (The distress is that there is peanut butter clogging her phone’s charging port.)

When Baz finishes staring dreamily at Simon’s disappearing figure, he turns back to me and nudges his Starbucks cup toward me.

“We can share, if you want?” he says. I wrinkle my nose.

“What is it?” I ask, knowing the answer will be disgusting.

“A creme brulee latte,” he says, and I stare at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. His lip quirks up on one side. “With a shot of vanilla. And whipped cream. Topped with caramel drizzle and cinnamon.”

“They’re going to poison you one day,” I say, sliding the cup back toward him. He laughs before taking a sip.

“I had Simon leave a $20 tip,” he says. “I try to make up for my coffee sins.”

I laugh a little, despite my tetchy mood.

“Sorry I didn’t think to have him get you something,” Baz says again. I’m being too transparent, I think. He keeps shooting me these worried glances, even as he starts setting his pens and highlighters back up to start working again. (He has a system. For everything. It’s mad. But he’s brilliant, so there must be something to it.) I shrug, tapping my pencil against the table as I wait for him to set his writing utensils in a straight line.

“I’m used to it,” I mutter. Baz’s hands pause, and he looks up at me with an eyebrow raised.

“Used to not getting tea?” he prods. I look away, a bit embarrassed. Baz is definitely clocking the heat I can feel in my cheeks.

“Never mind,” I say, sliding a textbook toward me. “Let’s get back to work.”

Baz’s hand lands on my wrist, tugging a bit. I meet his eyes, and they’re concerned.

“Is everything okay?” he asks. His voice is low (respectful of the library) and gentle (respectful of my feelings).

And everything is fine. I’m fine! To even imply that it’s not — that’s why my chin is wobbling a bit. His ridiculous question has tears welling in my eyes. Because it’s ridiculous.

Baz drops his pen on the table. It rolls into his other supplies, disrupting them like a row of dominos. A pencil drops to the floor as he comes around the table to sit in the chair next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder to pull me against his chest.

It is mortifying to cry in the library. But I woke up early this morning for work, and I’m a little stressed about this exam we’re studying for even though it’s not for a week. And my mother sent me a passive aggressive text that I haven’t gotten a chance to tell Shepard about yet. And my little sister told me she didn’t want my help finding a dress for a school dance. And Simon didn’t bring me tea, because Baz forgot about me, and I’m just not having a great day! I’m not my best! I’m crying in the bloody library, my face stuffed in Baz’s expensive shirt collar, tears soaking into his skin alongside his fruity, woodsy cologne.

Baz is rubbing my back, making comforting noises. Nobody is giving us any trouble. Baz and I have discussed this before — crying in the library is the exception to the noise etiquette. When I’ve calmed myself to snuffles, Baz pulls back a bit to look at my face.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he says. It’s a demand, not a question, which for some reason makes me less apt to go into waterfall mode again. I hide my face against his chest again. He lets me.

“I feel left out sometimes,” I admit. Baz squeezes me tightly, but doesn’t say anything. He’s letting me say my piece. It all comes tumbling out. “I don’t smoke or drink, and I know I can be a buzzkill when I’m always wound up about work or school. And I know you get wound up with those things, but you’re also so wound up in Simon. It just makes me feel like an outlier.”

Baz rubs my back for a moment, waiting to see if I’m done.

“I’m sorry we’ve made you feel that way,” he murmurs. “But Penelope, you have to know that you’re the glue of this group. I’m so thankful to have you in my life — and all our friends by extension.”

I sigh, pulling away.

“Don’t feel bad,” I say. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m thankful for you too, but it’s not like we were friends before you started dating Simon.”

Baz frowns, then flicks my arm. I glare at him.

“I thought we were friends,” he says, brow furrowed. “In class. Not as close as we are now, obviously, but I’ve always enjoyed your company.”

“We’re close now?”

Baz laughs, but it’s strained — color blooms in his tan cheeks, and he runs a hand back through his hair.

“Christ, Penelope, now I might cry in the library,” Baz says. “It’s embarrassing to say this now, but I consider you to be one of my closest friends. I know I’ll never surpass Simon in your friendship ranks, but I was hoping I was a bit higher on the list.”

I smack his arm, and he puts his hand over the spot as if I’ve mortally wounded him, giving me wide eyes.

“Basil! Simon’s different — he’s like my brother. But you’re definitely higher on the list. Right at the top.”

Baz’s face cracks into a smile. Mine mirrors it. It’s ridiculous, is what it is.

“I feel like we just DTR-ed,” Baz whispers, making me laugh at a volume inappropriate for the library. “Bestie status achieved.”

“Bestie status achieved,” I agree.

Baz takes his phone out of his pocket, and I watch as he pulls up our group chat with Simon and Shepard. (Simon's contact is “Light of My Life<333” in his phone. Shepard’s is “Love<333.” With satisfaction, I notice I’m labelled “Girl Genius<333.”)

“What are you doing?” I ask. My phone vibrates as with the text he sends, and our friends’ rapid responses, but I read over his shoulder instead.

Baz: Simon, you’re staying at Shepard’s tonight. Penny and I are having a girl's night.

Love<333: I want to have girl’s night!

Light of My Life<333: Can I come back late for snuggles?

Love<333: Are my snuggles not good enough for you?

Simon and Shepard devolve from there, reassuring each other of their love for one another. Baz rolls his eyes, pocketing his phone and grinning at me.

“I’m not doing face masks and painting your nails,” I tell Baz. He’s up now, neatly putting his school supplies away. I suppose our study guide can wait. This exam is a week away.

Baz scoffs at me, waving his perfectly manicured black-painted fingernails in my face.

“I only let professionals touch my nails,” he says, oozing every bit of his trust fund baby status. I laugh.

“You let Simon paint your nails just the other day!” I complain.

“Those were my toenails, and he begged with puppy dog eyes!” Baz defends. “Do you have Simon puppy dog eyes? Do I need to let you touch my feet to solidify our friendship?”

“No,” I laugh. We’ve gathered our stuff now, and are headed out of the library. “I already said I didn’t want to paint your nails. Especially if your stinky feet are involved.”

Baz sniffs, but doesn’t argue.

“Well, if we’re not having a spa night, what should we do for this epic sleepover?” I ask. We’re in the elevator now. Baz hits the button for the ground floor, then scratches his chin.

“We could check out that bookstore pub that just opened? I think they rent out board games too.”

“That sounds lovely,” I agree. We’re out on the street now. I burrow my hands into my jacket pockets against the chill, bumping my shoulder against Baz’s. (Well, against his elbow, practically. The bastard is ten feet tall.)

“Then, we could go home and drink wine. And judge people on reality television?”

“Best girl’s night ever,” I say, and Baz beams down at me. I give him a serious look before I speak again. “Thank you, Baz. Really. You’re a great friend.”

Baz shrugs, but his eyes soften.

“Anything for you, bestie.”

[silverstonesainz-archive]

🫧 carlos + fake dating

(but not like a whooooole long fake dating, more like a "hey, i know u dont know me, but ______ is right there and i need you to pretend you're my s/o)

kissing strangers [cs55]

summary: the story of how you got a boyfriend in exchange for beer. note: yes i wrote this as a blurb too. and yes ducky is still the nickname bc i actually hate writing 'y/n'.

“ducky, i just don’t understand why you just won’t go on one date with me. just one, i promise i’ll make it worth your while.” 

you roll your eyes, grimacing at the nickname. “for the last time chris, no. i don’t wanna go on a date with you.” 

you had barely walk through the door of the bar, your old high school classmate already pestering you for a date. he was hot on your tail as you make your way through the bar, waving the bartender over your way. 

“why not? c’mon ducky i-“ 

“stop calling me ducky, chris. and i don’t have to tell you why not, just take the million no’s i’ve given you and go.” 

the bartender has finally made his way over to you, taking your order and making your drink quickly. chris is relentless, still trying to convince you that a date with him would change your life. you’ve tuned him out for the most part, knowing full well that no matter what you say he wouldn’t give up. you take and pay for your tequila sunrise and slide off the barstool. 

“have a good night chris,” you pat his chest and walk away, weaving yourself through the crowd of dancing bodies in hopes of losing the man. but to no avail, he was still trying to get to you. you were thankful for the few people who recognized him stopping in the midst of the crowd, giving you time to hide. 

in a fit of desperation, you grab onto a taller man by the arm and pull his attention off his phone. he has floppy dark hair and strong features, stubble sprinkling his jaw. he furrows his thick brows at you. 

“hi, i know you don’t know me, but this fucking weirdo that won’t leave me alone is right there and i just need you to pretend to be in love with me.” you look down at his beer and back up at him, “i’ll buy you a round if you say yes.”

 he chuckles, slipping his phone into his back pocket. “quite the offer you’ve given me, how can i say no.” 

you breath a sigh of relief, smiling widely. you’re just about to introduce yourself when you see chris beginning to move towards you and your new friend, in your peripheral vision. without much thinking, you grab the man’s face towards and smash your lips onto his. his hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. his lips mold into yours, kissing you feverishly. you feel his tongue trace your bottom lip, sending a shiver up your spine. he was a really good kisser, you really lucked out.

you take a chance, popping one eye open to see if chris was still making his way over to you. he was in fact, right in front of you and your fake boyfriend. you jump slightly, pulling away from the kiss and smile, flustered.

“chris, jeez.” you say bashfully, leaning into the man in front of you.

“who’s this, ducky?”

“ducky?” the guy whispers, tilting his head in confusion at you. you ignore him, looking up at chris.

“this is my boyfriend… uh-“

“carlos,” he takes one hand off your waist, outstretching his hand to offer a handshake. chris shakes his hand, eyeing him skeptically. 

“didn’t know you had a boyfriend ducky, you should’ve said so.” the boy looks at you, eyes flicking from carlos’s hands on your waist and your face. 

“well no should’ve been enough for you.” 

the boy holds his hands up, nodding. “i’ll leave you alone. sorry for your troubles. nice meeting you man.” 

and with that, he walks off. you sigh in relief, stepping off the man and smiling gratefully up at him. before you could offer thanks, carlos’s lips are back on yours. you can’t help the smile on your lips, kissing him back for a moment before pulling away in a fit of giggle.

“sorry,” you mumble, “i try not to make a habit of kissing strangers.”

“mmm, i don’t mind.” he mumbles, leaning into you to kiss you again. you grin, placing your four fingers on his mouth and shaking your head. “aw c’mon ducky.” 

you scowl playfully, “no. not ducky.”

"yes ducky. i like the name. ducky... it cute, unique-"

"i'll kiss you if you stop calling me that."

"deal."

[roamwithahungryheart]

Would you believe it, folks, I’ve reached 2k followers - I’m shocked, and I am so so grateful for each and every one of you!

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[shtern-and-art]

Awwww. The Skeppy burrito drawing was so cute! Look at him being all soft XD.

As promised I have even more questions hahah XD. Not so many this time because I'm kinda tired.

Do they ever hug at some point, more likely in the future when they know each other better? As in, does Skeppy's touch starved life get the better of him at some point and he just reaches to cuddle Bad on a particularly exhausting day?

And Bad in the town!!! Ooooh. Does he like visiting the town or does it bring back bad memories? N does he remember anyone there or is he much older than he looks and everyone's passed on? :(

Final one! :D Can Skeppy bring out any of Bad's more animalistic natures? I'm not sure when this is set so I don't think laser pointers/torches (flashlights I think others call em) exist but is he able to make Bad chase things? Or (I don't know if you've ever put a bell on a cat's tail and watched em jump about after it haha) but does tying bells to Bad's antlers make him react?

You have no clue how excited I get when I get the notif that you've posted! <3

Eheheh :3c

Skeppy: *snoring like hoard of zombies* Bad: adorable :3 *puts more dirt and leaves in his hair*

And, oh, yeah, they’ll definitely get to hugs-territory at some point! After they started to become friends, especially after Bad told Skeppy about his past, the trust between them grew, and so did the ease of the casual touching. Sleepover cuddles will be a thing for sure!

And there will be more about this AND the multiple visits to the town in the next story post, this is part of the plot and all. That’s actually why it took me so long to answer this ask (so sorry for that =c=) – I wanted to finish translating and prettying up all my notes to see what details will definitely go in the main post. And I finished it all yesterday! Aaaand there’s a lot of text :DDDD Here’s a sneak peek in my Word:

First post was a bit over 2k words. The rest of the text is 6.5k, idk if I’ll be able to fit it all in one post with pictures, will see. But this is everything, with flashback to Bad’s past, and the ending, and all.

I still didn’t go in all of the details, so, if after reading the whole thing you’ll still have specific questions about the visits to the town, I’ll gladly fill in the blanks. And you can keep asking about everything, while I prepare the big post, and if it’s something that I didn’t go in depth about in the notes, I will try my best to answer (:

Oh, and about the last part of your ask:

The story is set in the second part of the 90s, so laser pointers are already a thing. BUT they were invented somewhere in the 60-70s, so Bad, who stared living in the woods in the 50s, probably had no idea they exist. Skeppy definitely used this fact to his advantage for light trolling, hiding in the brush and making Bad scramble around, wondering what this little light is.

But this was more confusion and curiosity, than a roper hunt, I’d say. Rat though, Rat would hunt for the Elusive Red Light Of Doom a little bit to intensely. After couple sturdy trees fell victim to her trying to destroy The Offensive Dot, and Bad had to dig Skeppy up from under those trees, and pull a bunch of splinters from Rat’s gums… laser pointers were banned in the forest, permitted to use only in case of emergencies.

And you can tie stuff on Bad’s horns, but there’s a big chance it will fall off or disappear at some point. His horns always change shape, and the ribbons on them are the wishing charms people tie on the branches, like, exactly the ones people tied to the trees recently or in the past. They’re like little contracts for small wishes and protection people ask for from the forest.

So tying something directly on Bad’s horn will be a pretty intimate action, and may result in some unexpected wish fulfilment :DDD

If you want to see more instinctive (and cute) animalistic traits Bad shows around Skeppy, well. I’d say it happens more often when Bad just woke up from a nap; a normal proper nap, not the one where he stops being himself. Sleepy Bad can play with Skeppy’s hoodie strings, or lazily catch dry leaves falling from the trees, or hide in the piles of them to be sneaky. He’s a real delight :D

I’m really glad that you enjoy this story! It’s always a good day when I get a new ask, and my head starts swarming with all the new things I can share about it all.

Sorry again for taking so long to answer, hope you’re having a nice day too <3

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2020.12.07

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Criminal by @the-sinking-ship [E, 83k]

►Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit?

2. Draco is a brat. by drarrys_bxby17 [E, 2k]

►Harry and Draco are bonded, and both are in love. Whether they want to admit it or not. It takes a while, but after all their flirting, it finally works out. Finally.

3. The Scarf Thief by @rockmarina [T, 1k]

►“I asked you to date me and you’re mad at me.” “Wrong. You asked me to date you while we were buying Christmas-themed socks for Weasley and I’m rightfully mad at you.”

4. The Sleepover by DarklingDarling [M, 3k]

►Draco Malfoy has been best friends with Belle Potter for as long as he can remember... the only thing is, Draco has a secret crush on his best friend's older brother, the quiet and strikingly handsome, Harry Potter. [...]

5. Solarium de Caritate by MJ_Gryffindork66 [M, 12k]

►Harry Potter hates Ministry Events. This is a well-known, indisputable fact. That is, until he and Draco Malfoy get to talking at one, and he's surprised to find himself having a decent time...

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Fest/Exchange

1. everything the sun touches by @talkingtravesties [T, 2k]

►[...] “How did you know I was there?” “You breathe as loud as a hippogriff,” Malfoy said, still not looking up at Harry. “And I don’t know of anyone else at Hogwarts with an Invisibility Cloak.” ★ Drarropoly '20: Founders Edition | @gameofdrarry

2. He Must Be Up to Something by @camisoul-stars [G, 2k]

►Harry thought he and Malfoy had started to become friends, and maybe even more. But now Malfoy was avoiding him, so the obvious conclusion was that Malfoy must be up to something and Harry is determined to find out what that is. ★ Drarropoly '20: Founders Edition | @gameofdrarry

3. I've Built My Dreams Around You by @fw00shy [T, 4k]

►Harry loves Draco. But starting over is hard, even when you're in love. ★ Wireless Festive Minifest 2020 | @wireless-festive-minifest

4. Sunseeker by Anonymous [E, 15k]

►Harry is a struggling writer. [...] He also has a slight liking-Malfoy problem. Okay, he has a massive liking-Malfoy problem. ★ H/D Erised 2020 | @hd-erised

[theoreticslut]

✨ U P D A T E S ✨

Hi loves! Just a few things I wanted to let you all know of / remind you of!

1. 1.1k sleepover - Thank you for everyone who participated!! I had so much interaction & it went so well! So just thank you! I still can’t believe there’s that many of you!

2. Requests - I’m still working through requests for my 1.1k sleepover, not to mention I still have requests from the New Years celebration I did, & I’ve got a bunch of various requests I’ve received. Basically, I’m swamped with requests at the moment. I am trying to get them out asap, but I’m also trying to keep my sanity.

Therefore, I have decided that I WILL be working through them but I have no idea when they’ll all be done bc I would like to start working on (& posting) my own original ideas again.

3. Content Schedule - Following the previous point, I have decided to try to create some sort of schedule for myself for posting bc I feel like I’m just not active enough on here lately.

So below is my IDEAL schedule for getting stuff out;

• Love letters & ships from 1.1k sleepover

- I’ve been having to type them out on my phone bc my laptop is being a lil bitch and typing on my phone procures enough issues of its own (not to mention is 10x slower)

• Headcanons/Blurbs from 1.1k sleepover

- I’ve been slowly getting these out, but I still have a BUNCH to do so they’re on their way I promise

• Fic & Misc. Requests from New Years event

- Pretty sure I have everything that isn’t a fic request done, but as I’m not 100% sure I’ll add it in just in case. With these, some of them are winter/holiday themed so hopefully that won’t bother any of you, I just really would like to get them out

• Various requests & original content

- This one is a little hazy, but once I get the shorter misc. requests from previous events done, I’ll be working on getting fic requests and my own original ideas out at the same time. I might get a few requests out before I get my own work out or vice versa. There’s no specific order for them.

4. WIPs & Content Ideas - some upcoming content you can expect from me, all original ideas.

-Plaything // pt 2 (at least)

-Enemies to Lovers series pt 5 (?)

-Roadtrip w/ your friends

-roommates au w/ George (for @/15-dogs writing challenge - this is so late I’m so sorry)

-study partners w/ Fred (for @/teawiththeweasleys 500 writing challenge - also so late 😓 I’m so sorry ellie my love. I hope you’re not disappointed)

-French reader x George (based on this post I made)

-dancing on my own by Calum Scott insp Oliver fic

-Draco angst/fluff short series?!

Not sure when all of these will be out exactly, as most of them are just barely started if they’re started at all but hopefully these ideas interest you & you’ll keep an eye on my blog for them!

5. Posting Schedule - As I’ve said before, I am a college student and I work part time so I don’t have a ton of time. With that said, I am hoping to be able to get stuff out every weekend (whether that be on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or all three days)! Ideally I’d love to get at least 2 fics out along with a few headcanons/blurbs each weekend, but we’ll see what happens!

I’ve even thought about trying to get fics out on the weekends and try to spread headcanons/blurbs out over the week, but again we’ll see!

6. Upcoming Events! - I’m super excited about this bc I love doing event for all of you, so here’s what I’m thinking for the next month of two;

-A writing challenge (either for my birthday or follower milestone, haven’t yet decided)

-A small birthday celebration (similar to the game night I did for 800 followers)

-Easter event (haven’t yet figured out all the details, but I think I’d like to do something)

-follower milestone (potentially 1.5k or maybe even 2k. I’m super close to 1.5k, but I’m overwhelmed with previous events so I might hold off until I get some of the other events finished off)

Okay, I think that’s everything!

I just want to thank all of you for sticking with me and still reading and reblogging/commenting on my content. You have no idea how much all of that means to me!!

I just love all of you so much!! Xx

taglist;

general: @justmesadgirl @xuckduck @yikesyikesyikes95 @filipi-yes @aestheticwh0r3 @siredkai @matsuno-nadeshiko @msmarklee1213 @immajustreadwritereblog @msmimimerton @perfectlysane24 @mischievous-queen @bunnyboo7 @grandeoptimist @daddystevee @slytherinxhunter @streetfighterrichie @softlyqoos @sarcasticallywitty15 @isthereanymorejello @karushinekomiya @p0gue420 @hogwartslut @sebby-staan @darthwheezley @slytherin-7 @callmelilone @teenagesublimefan @hufflrpuffforfred @hopefullhearts @fredshmeasley @youralternantpersonality @stoopidwithtwohoes @sightiff @captaincactusjuice @concepcion @hufflepuffflowers @impulse-anchor @loverslane99 @fleurho @eternallyvenus @lemongrasshoney @watermelonsugar2810 @hpotterwhore @harrypotterwifey @onyourgoddamnleft @littlemisswitt @princessofmice @harleigh110 @accioalix @teenwolfbitches2 @sammy-the-gay @angeletarte

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OMG THIS WITH JAMES EXCEPT ITS HIS QUIDDITCH BROOM OR ITS A BASEBALL AU OMG https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSdFqVrt7/

join my 2K sleepover!

BROOOO OH MY GOD !! he'll do it as a good luck charm before every game or when he's bored he just starts doodling :D

he does it without even realizing sometimes, he'll just be waiting for the game to start and he's dragging his broom/bat through the dirt and he looks down and it's just like 70 of your initials and he gets so happy!! like he did it why is it making his heart flutter??

he looks up at you and you always notice, you're already grinning down at him and it sends such an immeasurable burst of glee to his chest that he always squares up for the game with complete and total confidence, he definitely plays better after that!!

[thefanbasewhore]

Congrats on 2k bby! Could I get an mcu ship(s) 🥺👉👈

I’m 5’4 (or so)

I’m also autistic and ADHD and I love cats and frogs (I really love frogs. it's kind of an issue-)

One of my favorite things to in my free time is writing, reading, playing videogames, and make jewelry!

I’m very anxious and quiet but once you get to know me I literally do not know how the shut the fuck up. I have also infodump once I feel comfy because I never talk about my hyperfixatsions because I get told to be quiet a lot :(

I LOVE LOVE sweet candy and sour candy! Like I eat sour candy until I can't feel my mouth : D. it deeply concerns my mother but it's okay.

I have a weird sleep schedule and I always sleep with my tv on but it's muted because I'm deathly afraid of the dark >.<. I get too freaked out by shadows in my bedroom.

I’m always fidgeting with things or biting things because stiiimmsss

I'm also asexual panromantic and trans-nonbinary (I prefer he/they pronouns and present masculine more though! I just feel comfy being trans- non-beanie!)

Thank you for the shiippss Illyyy!!

Hiiiii thank you for participating in my sleepover ❤️🥺❤️🥺

I ship you with Thor, I usually do two but i feels so strongly about this one 😭😭

I feel Thor also talks a lot (which by the way is NOT a bad thing, shame on those people) and you two would just talk for hours and hours and entertain each other 🥺

Thor has a such a sweet tooth and would love to try all the human candy with you!!!

He would always stick up for you, especially when people tell you you talk too much. He loves that about you.

When you notices you're getting fidgety he'll rub your palms with his thumb, and hold your hand

💘join my sleep over