#dick winters oneshot

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May I request band of brothers x reader and reader falling asleep on them?

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BoB reaction to you falling asleep on them

genre: Romance; fluff

warnings: none

Description: BoB reaction to their s/o (you) falling asleep on them for the first time

Dick Winters

Okay so I think he would he shocked at first seeing you lay your head right on his chest with ease., “What are they doing?” Is what he’s probably thinking in his head, once he finally hears your soft snores, then he’d notice that you’ve fallen asleep on him. He’s smile softly to himself, making sure to be extra quiet and careful not to wake you up. Honestly he’d be a little blushy at first too, just happy that you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep on him

Lewis Nixon

His breathing would just stop at first when you lay your head on his shoulder. Like omg? You got this man over here getting nervoussss when you do that. Like you got him scared to even move an inch. He’d even try slowing down his breathing because he didn’t want to wake you up. He’d be so sweet about it, he’d hold you in his arms and stroke your hair softly. I could also seeing him getting sleepy and falling asleep on you :,)

Carwood Lipton

He is so cute about it, he’d ask you if you’re alright, not realizing how tired you were. Once he realized you had fallen asleep on him his heart literally melted omg. And you better get that he was still as stone when you were sleeping, bc you’re his bae and you deserve a good sleep in his arms. He’d hold you so softly and feeling of your head on him would make him just content. He’d definitely fall asleep to just holding you so comfortably.

Joe Toye

A huge smile appears on his face when he sees you laying your head on him. He’s tries to play it off all chill but he’s lowkey so excited on the inside. He would wrap an arm around you and keep you secure, making sure that if anyone came by that they were quiet, and ofc making sure he was quiet himself. The cutest thing of all though is how sweet he is to you when you wake up from your short nap. “How are you pretty thing? Ya sleep okay?” UGH he’d be so cute about it. I think you just falling asleep on him would be his favorite thing about y’all’s relationship.

Joe Liebgott

Freezes in his spot when he sees you laying your head on him. “Are you okay?” He’d say, Looking at your face he would see how exhausted you looked and maybe thought that you weren’t feeling good or something was wrong. When you told him that you were just sleepy, and that’s why, he would be so sweet. Honestly he would’ve gotten so happy hearing that’s why you were laying on him. Asking you if you want his jacket or something he has for you to warm up in. Resting on him would be one of the most comfiest things ever. Plus he’d be rubbing your arms up and down, hugging you super tight and warm.

Bill Guarnere

A big ole smirk would come up on his face so quickly. “get comfy, doll” He would rub his arms down back and forth on your arm, keeping a tight grip on your body. He would be so warm and comfortable to fall asleep on, he would try and keep quiet the whole time, especially when he heard you snoring. I think he would really enjoy you taking a nap on him (LOL) , He would end up getting so sleepy, he’d try fighting it off at first but he’d end up giving up after seeing how comfortable you were in his arms.

George Luz

Oh boy, he’s a total angel about the whole thing, when he sees you lay your head on you it makes his heart beat 2x faster then it’s original pace like omg. If you look up at him, all you will see on his face is that huge bright smile of his staring back at you. On the outside he’d try to keep it cool, and not make too much of a scene, but in the inside he was literally FREAKING out, like he is totally frozen in his position because he would feel absolutely horrible to accidentally wake you up. I think he would stroke your hair really nicely, helping you go to sleep with his calming touch almost immediately.

Bull Randleman

Ugh he’s honestly the best person to fall asleep on after a long day. He’d be so nice about it, at first he’d ask you if you were okay, “Are you alright. darlin’?” and you’d reply back just saying you were sleepy or something like that, and he’d say, “Come er’ get some sleep, princess/prince” He’d hold you super soft and would be a total snuggle bug. You made his day just holding onto him tightly while sleeping. he’d be a little nervous at first, because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you or wake you at first, He would just watch you, admiring you and seeing how beautiful you truly are. He’s just so happy he gets to be around you, you make him so happy.

Eugene Roe

He’s having an internal breakdown when you just lay your head on him, you got him freaking out on the inside for real. He wouldn’t say anything to you about it though, he would just try his hardest to be natural, and he’d lean into you too, holding you by your shoulder and rubbing it slowly. He was nervous you could hear his heartbeat thumping out of his chest at first. But he still tried his best to be normal, and not make you uncomfortable in any way. Laying on him you’d almost fall asleep like immediately, there’s just something so warming about him, you just feel safe enough to sleep in his arms. While your sleeping, he thinks you look absolutely adorable. He’s ultimately glad that he’s with you right now.

Floyd Talbert

He is actually giggling on the inside like a little girl omg, also when you lay on him it’s just an ego booster, like out of all people, your laying on him, he definitely feels lucky, even though he knows his way around the ladies, all of that smoothness goes out the window with you. He just feels so happy when you lay on him comfortably, when he hears you snoring lightly, he can’t help but let out a small laugh and a huge smile. He just feels so nice with you laying on him, you are his favorite person ever.

Skip Muck

Okay so, I think he would be so so excited to be hanging out with you in general, so can you just imagine the look on his face when he sees you laying your head on his chest. Like his heart is ready to burst at any moment, don’t even get me started. I think he’d be so nervous to move, just because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. He realizes that your sleeping when he hears your soft snores for the first time. He thinks you sound so so cute, like he falls in love with you a million times more when he hears that. Ugh he’s just so obsessed with you.

Don Malarkey

This sweet boy is more than happy for you to lay down on him. You’re sleepy? Well of course, lay down. His heart rate would go up by a bunch when you put your head on him, He can’t lie though, you feel so comfortable. I think he’d end up falling asleep first though and it’d be so cute, you’d look up to see him just snoring and he was passed out LOL, It’s just that he is so comfortable around you that he can fall asleep so easily, he doesn’t know why but he just does, oh and, something else that is absolutely adorable, is how even though he’s asleep, he will still stroke you hair so softly, just because he finds it so comforting holding you.

Babe Heffron

He is so happy when he sees you lay down on him, like his smile gets so big and his heart rate starts beating faster and faster. He would be so excited but nervous while you lay on him, he doesn’t want to disturb you or something that would make you get up, once he starts getting more comfortable with you laying on him, he’d wrap his arms around you and just hug you there, he’s super super sweet when you are laying down. And when he hears you snoring, ugh he thinks you are even cuter, he’d hold you for the rest of the time, just giving your the best forehead kisses and whispering the sweetest little things in your ear while you were asleep. “You’re my favorite, you know that right?”

Shifty Powers

Oh my, this sweethearts face would get so red when he sees you just laying down ask getting comfortable on his chest. He was honestly scared you could hear his heart beating because it was going so fast. He would timidly out his hand on your back and hold you gently. Honestly he’s the most comfortable person you could ever sleep with, Like just relaxing with him will make you instantly fall asleep. He’s so sweet the whole time, just rubbing your back and hugging in the best way ever. When he sees that your sleeping a huge smile appears on his face, he is in absolute awe of your beauty and he just loves you so much.

Frank Perconte

When he sees you laying down on his shoulder his body just rushes with love omg. He would be a little nervous at first but I think after awhile he would out of instinct just wrap his arms around you and hold you close, and in reaction to that I think he’d get really sleepy, like he’d be trying to fight sleep the whole time, just because he didn’t want to be rude. But when calls your name and you don’t answer back, He would look at you and see that you’re sleeping. He would he admiring you so hard, just thinking to himself how cute you are in his arms, before he finally fell asleep himself.

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Easy Company HCs: Coming Home To You After the War

A/n: ahhhh my first time writing for a new fandom always makes me nervous. I'm rewatching BoB for probably the 5th or 6th time and just felt compelled to start writing for some of these incredible characters. please note all writings are based solely on the BoB TV characters and not the actual veterans. Let me know if you want any other BoB HC's or oneshots!

*Please refer to each character for warnings*

Dick Winters Warnings: angsty Major Winters, vague references to PTSD/war trauma

Dick is standing outside on the deck of the ship before the sun is up on the day they’re due into port. He can’t stop looking towards the horizon, waiting for the shoreline to swim into view.

He’s melancholy, thoughtful. Reflects on all he’s seen in the war. He feels different than how he was when he left almost 3 years ago. He thinks about all the men he left behind in Normandy, in Foy, in Bastogne, in Holland, in Hagenau, in Germany. And he looks around at the men whose bodies are coming home, but who lost pieces of themselves in foxholes, in the bombed out streets of Europe, on the beaches. 

He also finds himself wondering what it’s been like for you. He hasn’t thought about that much, hasn’t let himself think on it too hard. He feels ashamed that he never asked much in his letters about how you were. He knows it was to protect himself. If he’d asked, and if you’d been honest and told him about the rationing, the fear, how many of your friends were losing their brothers, husbands, and lovers overseas, the suicides of the men who couldn’t go… well, Dick knew he’d have been distracted. And distracted leaders got men killed. So Dick had sealed off his thoughts on that account. He knew it was the right choice. But now, he doubted. 

So as the ship pulls into port, he’s sad in a broken way. Like the war has finally caught up with him. And he’s terrified, suddenly. How is he going to see you like this? What are you going to see in him when you finally do? More importantly, what are you not going to see? 

He lets all of his men debark before him. Partially because that’s what a good officer does, but partially to try and collect himself. 

You know what to expect. You know Dick Winters isn’t going to really stop fighting the war until he sees every last man in Easy Company off that ship and safely home. So you wait. You’ve waited this long, after all. You can wait another thirty minutes.

When you finally see him in the thinning crowd, you call out his name and break into a beaming smile. He’s here, he’s home. He’s safe. 

As soon as he sees you, the ice in his veins thaws. The sun is warm on his skin, he’s surrounded by clean sea air far from the burnt out husk of Europe, and you’re there. You’re smiling at him. He can’t remember the last time he’s seen something so singularly beautiful.

He strives over to you, taking his cap off as he approaches. His stomach is flipping like a schoolboy and he couldn’t keep the smile from his face if he had an entire firing squad of Krauts in front of him. 

You run the last few dozen paces into his arms. He catches you easily, spinning you around with a long, languid sigh of contentment. Your laughter is like a peeling bell in his ear. 

Richard, how dare you make me wait? you tease him. 

He can’t find any words except to smile at you, looking into your eyes, memorizing your smile, reacquainting himself with the dusting of freckles across your nose, the scent of your shampoo, basking in the feeling of you in his arms. He smiles, then laughs. Your hands frame his face and suddenly he’s kissing you. 

Dick Winters’ mind goes blissfully blank. The harsh edges of all his worries, his responsibilities, the burden of leading a company of men and ordering some of them to their deaths. It’s all soft now. There’s just you. You and that piece of land he’s been dreaming about.

Lewis Nixon Warnings: alcohol abuse, war-time violence, detailed reference to parental suicide

Lewis Nixon came back from the front with an exorbitant amount of contraband, shadows in the back of his eyes, and a terrible drinking habit. You had no idea what to do with any of it.

Two months after his return and you found yourself staring out across a sea of boxes piled haphazardly in the foyer of the summer home Lew had bought you for your six-month wedding anniversary. Your home had never been more crowded, and yet you’d never felt so lonely. 

You wiped the damp tea towel you’d soaked in the kitchen sink against the back of your neck in a vain attempt to keep the heat at bay. 

Lew! you called up to him, although you knew he wouldn’t answer. A brief glance at the clock - 2:15 pm - told you as much. Since coming back, Lew hadn’t woken up before 3:00 pm and you’d yet to share a goodnight kiss with him because he was liable to stay out until sunrise. Doing what, you’d rather not know. 

With a weighty sigh, you decided you might as well pick a box and get started. Otherwise, this ridiculous maze of illegally shipped stolen goods would just go to rot in your foyer. And with your in-laws due in next month to visit your shell of a husband, you’d better try to clean up the mess. 

You chose the box closest to you. It came up to your waist. As you ripped into it, you realized it was incredibly heavy, and you heard the unmistakable tinkling of glass on glass. You sliced the tape open with the boxcutter, marveling at how sharply the instrument cut into the flesh of the tape and cardboard. One of the first few nights after arriving back home, Lew had managed to stay at home and get drunk rather than do so out on the town. Somewhere between bottle three and four of the Chateau Rhone that you’d served at the reception, Lew had started to talk. Once he’d started, he hadn’t seemed willing to stop, as if he had one chance to pour out all the misery and regret and terror he’d accumulated in Europe. You remembered that at one point - one of his more lucid memories, when the slur in his words was light enough for you to understand him - he’d told you that he had seen a whole platoon of men shredded to ribbons by a Kraut tank. He’d recounted in excruciating detail how one of their fingers had landed on him, the blood and sinew drying on his uniform like an adhesive, and he hadn’t noticed it until the next day. You’d never seen anything quite so distasteful or violent in your life, but you imagined that it might be something like watching someone get sliced apart the way your boxcutter glided through tape.

With a shiver, you sheathed the blade and set the boxcutter aside to rip into the contents of the box. Tipping the heavy box sideways a bit, you spooned out the top layer of packing peanuts to reveal a familiar sight. Four corked bottles of wine sat at the top of the box. You stopped, staring down at the wine in the box in disbelief. This was the precious contraband that Lewis had spent thousands on to smuggle out of Europe? Fucking wine?

Your temper flamed to life with a vengeance. You pushed the heavy box over, letting loose a scream of frustration as you did. One of the bottles shattered as the box tipped over, a puddle of red wine staining the white marble floor. Once again, your mind flashed back to the war. Not to Lew’s memories, but your own. To the black-and-white films you’d seen in the theaters, to the newspaper clippings, to the reports that had come out of Germany about the death camps and the killing fields and the brutality of the war, to the letters your brother had written to you before his death at St. Vith. You thought of all the men you’d known who hadn’t come home - your brother Johnny, your childhood neighbor Tim Viens, your cousins Luis and Giovanni, the florist’s son from your hometown, your girl friend Jill’s fiance… 

Your head was spinning and your blood was boiling as you summited the stairs to the darkened upstairs two at a time. When you flung open the door to Lew’s study where he’d taken to sleeping, you were seeing black at the edges of your vision.

Lewis fucking Nixon, you better wake the fuck up or so help me God I will strangle you in your sleep!

The words flew off your tongue faster than you knew what to do with. You’d never had a foul mouth, and you’d certainly never threatened your husband before. Despite his obvious hangover, he snapped to wakefulness faster than you’d expected him to. He regarded you with a wary, tired expression, and you wondered for a half second if he was going to ask you to make good on your threat. 

Saints above woman, what is it? he demanded, reaching around the graveyard of beer and wine bottles strewn about the floor next to him. You noticed a particularly foul smell in the room at the same time you noticed the stain of vomit caked on one of the pillows he’d propped under his head. 

The sight of your husband fumbling around for another drink at 2:30 in the afternoon with vomit caked on his cheek did something to you. You weren’t sure if the sight broke you or if it snapped you into form. Whatever it did, it took the wind out of the hateful words that had been boiling in your gut. You snapped your mouth shut as you became acutely aware that you had nothing left to say to him. You’d said it all already. You’d cried, threatened, screamed, pleaded, reasoned, demanded, and done just about everything you could think of in your power to bring Lewis Nixon back to something resembling sense. You weren’t without feeling - you knew that he wasn’t the only man who hadn’t fully come back from the front. Memories of your father’s glassy, empty-looking eyes flicked in your mind like a silent movie. Your father never really left the trenches, your mother used to say by way of explanation and apology. Some men just can’t come home after a war like that. 

The last memory you have of your father was the sight of him leaned back in his chair, his head bent away from his neck at an unnatural angle, with a ghoulish bloodstain on his chest from the hole his pistol had left where he’d fired it under his chin and up into his skull. You’d found him like that when you were just six years old. At almost twenty six now, you were resolved never to see someone you love waste away like that again. Yet here you were, watching someone who’d once been your brash, fun-loving, hot-headed husband fade away like a ghost.

As Lew braced for what he felt sure was going to be a proper dressing down, you felt yourself deflate like a punctured balloon. Something final and irrevocable had happened in those few moments since you’d come running up the stairs, and you knew deep in your bones that there was no going back. 

I’m leaving. 

It was all you could say. Lewis looked over at you through slitted eyes, stifling down an acidic belch as he tried to figure out your angle. Usually your arguments started with much more heat than this, but he wasn’t sober enough to hear the goodbye in your tone. 

After a few agonizing moments, he grunted at you by way of dismissal. Get me some Vat 69, while you’re out. Vat 69 was the only thing that Lewis Nixon had asked from you since he’d gotten back to the States. 

You didn’t have the heart to answer him, so you just turned on your heel, letting the boxcutter that you hadn’t even realized you’d been gripping like a vice slide out of your hand and land with a thump on the carpet. 

You descended the stairs with a strange buzzing in your head. You wondered if you should pack something, although you realized that all you really wanted to was to get as far away from the time bomb that was Lewis Nixon as fast as you possibly could. You called your mother from the kitchen phone. She didn’t need to hear you say the words to know what had happened. Come on home honey,  she said gently. I’ll make your favorite key lime pie. The kind and simple gesture brought tears to your eyes.

After a few minutes to gather the essentials - your wallet, your pearls, your father’s WWI medals - you thought of one more phone call to make. A parting kindness, you thought, as you sifted through the Rolodex you kept next to the phone until you found the card you wanted. 

The phone rang twice before a voice you knew well picked up. 

Hello? Dick, it’s me, it’s y/n Nixon. Listen, you better come get Lew. He’s… he’s not well. And I’m leaving. 

You didn’t wait for a reply before you clicked the receiver. If there was any saving of Lewis Nixon now, it wouldn’t be by you. 

With one final glance at the house and the sad trove of memories it contained, you closed the door on your past and left, hoping that both you and Lew would find some corner of peace to spend the rest of your days. 

Ronald Speirs Warnings: smut, sweet baby boy Speirs

Ron doesn’t even tell you that he’s coming home. You know it’ll be soon, and you’re waiting for a letter. None come. Years of waiting, years of him faithfully writing, years of dreaming and praying for this day. Now? Radio silence. 

So when this man shows up at your door, his duty bag in one hand and his hat in the other, the first thing you can do is scream at him. 

Ronald fucking Speirs! You didn’t fucking write me, I thought you were dead or lost or just done with me! Why didn’t you tell me! You fucking bastard, you utter fucking bastard! 

You’re hitting him and screaming and tears are everywhere. Ron just smiles. You’re precisely how he remembers you. Better even. 

He wraps you up in a hug, so tight that you can’t move. You’re still struggling, wiggling and sobbing into his shirt, trying to beat your fists against him. 

When you feel him kiss the top of your head, it all just melts. Your knees buckle and instead of beating on him you’re clinging to him. Realization hits you in waves. Ron is home. Those are Ron’s arms around you. Ron’s voice murmuring into your ear. Ron’s breath on your forehead. 

When you finally look up to him - eyes bloodshot, nose running, mascara streaking, cheeks tear stained and red - Ron smiles down at you. My beautiful girl, he says softly before catching your lips in a kiss. Everything breaks loose in that kiss. You practically want to crawl into his mouth. It’s all need: lips devouring each other, hands grabbing and nails dragging, tongues invading each other. Ron moans and you’re done, you’re a mess. 

He knows. He pushes you across the doorway, his hat and duty bag long forgotten on the porch, lifts you up and carries you to the nearest couch, undressing on the way. He rips your blouse, knocks over one of your side tables when he kicks off his shoe, and almost drops you to let you rip off his belt. 

Ron’s home to you when he slams inside of you. Your thoughts disintegrate as the two of you collide together, alternating between frenzied ferocious fucking and softer sweeter sensuality as lust, love, longing and whatever lives between those things rips open the walls you’d both built up around your hearts. 

But Ron isn’t home until after, long after, hours even. The house is trashed, clothes and pillows and furniture disheveled and everywhere. You’re both in bed, exhausted from countless rounds of tangling, with dawn threatening. You’re asleep, and Ron’s watching you dream. There’s a small crease between your eyebrows, and you’re muttering. You look troubled; and he wonders if he should wake you. He can’t stand the sight of you in anything resembling pain. But then, suddenly, you roll towards him, your head settling on his chest and one of your legs slung over his. 

Your face relaxes. You nuzzle into him. You sigh, a gentle smile on your lips. The crease is gone, your face smooth and peaceful. 

He marvels. His head tips back against the headboard, looking down at you in awe as a distinct wave of content washes over and through him.

Ronald Speirs is finally home.

Carwood Lipton Warnings: just Lip and his perpetual angel-status <3

Lip is standing with the throng of men on the deck, watching as they pull into port. The crowd below is cheering and waving American flags, popping off champagne, and the women are waving handkerchiefs. There’s a band somewhere playing patriotic songs and jaunty marches. Home has never looked so good.

‘Ey, Lip, I think I see your girl

It’s Malarkey who spies her - why and how he picked her out so easily, Lip didn't rightfully know nor want to know. But Malarkey was right, there she was.

White ribbons in her hair, white dress on, white handkerchief waving. She’s craning over the other sweethearts and mothers and fathers, eyes combing the deck of the ship. Her expression - impatient longing - snaps Lip in two. How the hell did he ever leave that girl halfway across the world?

Carwood?! Carwood Lipton?! 

He can’t hear her, but he sees her lips moving and he knows that she’s calling out his name. He doubts that any of the deck goers are having luck finding their men that way. The ship is alive with soldiers and airmen buzzing with excitement, calling out to the shore and cheering. The dock is no less vibrant, so the entire place is drowning in the sounds of joy.

Lip stares at her, unwilling to lose sight of her ever again. He vaguely registers the ship jolting to a halt at its berth, the enormous horn announcing the official arrival and, for all the men on board, the uproarious end to the war from Hell. Lip exchanges hugs, slaps on the back, firm handshakes with the men of Easy. It’s strange to have so many painful goodbyes at the same time as a long-awaited hello, but Lip knows he’ll see these men again. He can’t imagine life without them, just like he can’t imagine living without her.

The crowd of soldiers and airmen begins to move, a mass of jumbled emotions with a healthy sprinkling of joy. He watches as the first few men off the ship are swept up into the awaiting crowd as they step off the planks. He can still see her, a beacon of white. An angel, he realizes. 

He shuffles forward with the rest of the disembarking ranks. The process is painfully slow, and he’s not close enough to call out to her yet. He tries to catch her eye with a few waves, but he can only imagine how many waving hands and beaming faces she can see at once. She’s almost passed him on the dock, and Lip feels himself losing patience with the slowness of the men around him. He contemplates yelling at the men to keep it moving or don’t stand at the end of the ramp, but he doesn’t. He can’t bear to ruin a moment of this, for anyone. 

Suddenly, she sees him. Her hands fly to her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. That handkerchief blots at her face. She’s gone quiet; just staring at him, waiting. He waves at her, swallowing down the tears threatening in his eyes. She waves back, unsure whether to laugh or cry, so she ends up doing both. Once again, Lip wonders how he’d ever left her. He realizes he’ll never be able to again. He’s stuck to her like glue now, it can’t be helped. And he’s got his eye on a ring. He’ll buy it tomorrow, he decides. Maybe even today, if he can find a jeweler. No more wasted time.  

The wait is agonizing. Every few minutes, she waves at him again, as if afraid that he’ll disappear like a ghost. He can’t stop smiling at her. He doesn’t notice, but the Easy men all softly agree that they’ve never seen this Lip before. A smile reserved all for her.

He steps off the ramp and she’s there, pushed through the crowd. He envelopes her in his arms as she peppers his face and neck with kisses. Soggy ones, from the tears. His or hers, anybody’s guess. She keeps repeating his name like a prayer and a plea. He holds her as she comes undone in his arms, body-wracking sobs and her head buried in his neck. He tells her it’s alright, I’m home and it makes her squeal with delight. Then they’re both laughing. He carries her a bit, not trusting her legs quite yet, and honestly unsure if he trusts himself to walk without her weight in his arms holding him to Earth. She babbles, he listens, she asks something, he talks. It’s easy - so easy - and Carwood Lipton feels himself stepping back into himself after so many years of being Lip and First Sergeant. 

Her hand in his, they walk the streets of this strange town that neither of them are from, but yet somehow always find themselves feeling right at home. He has to squeeze her hand every once in a while to remind himself that she’s real, and he’s really here, and the war is behind him. All day and late into the evening, Lipton and his girl stroll together, two friends, two lovers, one very happy ending. 

Buck Compton Warnings: cursing, references to alcohol abuse

No one’s there at the train depot when Buck gets home. His mother is tied up taking care of his baby sister and her new baby, sick with colic, and his dad is too frail to make the forty-minute trip by car to the station. And you’re done with him, as of Christmas time. 

Some homecoming.

He wanders through the town’s sleepy Main Street, killing time before his brother-in-law’s shift ends at the munitions factory and he can pick Buck up. It’s a hot day, sweat runs down his back. It reminds him of Toccoa. He chuckles darkly, grateful that he’s not running up Currahee with Sobel’s sour puss hot on his heels. He’s grateful for a moment, but then he wonders if maybe those were the best days of his life, and he just didn’t know it. So far, the end of the war hasn’t brought much happiness his way. Maybe the best is behind him already. 

He stops for a root beer float at the local soda counter. He brought you here for the first date. He still remembered that your lips tasted like strawberry milkshake later when he’d parked his truck in front of an empty cornfield and kissed you until he was dizzy. He knows he’ll never be able to order a strawberry milkshake again.  

A couple of the old men sitting in the window side booths nod at him, one even pays for his tab. Buck thanks them but makes no move to engage in conversation. He’s not gloomy, exactly. Just lonely. He thinks about Joe Toye and Bill Guarnere, about the marrow-deep cold of Bastogne, and about just how far away he feels from the taste of strawberry on your tongue. Despite the scorching summer heat, he suppresses a shiver. 

Buck’s sitting on a bench in front of the depot when his brother-in-law pulls up. 

Hey Buck! Welcome home, buddy.

Thanks, Dickie.

His sister’s husband has a noticeable limp, one of his legs visibly wasted and bent at an unnatural angle from the knee down. Bike accident when he was six, kept him out of the war. From his sisters letters, Buck knows that Dickie’s been hitting the bottle hard after he got 4F’ed and told under no uncertain terms that he won’t fight for Uncle Sam. Buck can see the strain in Dickie’s smile, the dark bags under his eyes and the faint stain of gray at his temples. Buck feels about three decades older than when he left home, but Dickie looks it. 

The ride home is quiet. Buck asks after his sister, Dickie asks after the war. Neither of them really listen to the answers. 

When Dickie cuts the engine off in front of Buck’s parents’ place, the porch light is on and there’s a lamp in the front room window, shining merrily. Buck sighs deeply. He’d expected to come home to you, a little apartment somewhere. He’d planned on picking up his life from there, but instead he’s here, looking at a place he calls home without feeling at home. He thinks he might prefer a cot in Toccoa, or a hot cot on a transport ship, or maybe even a foxhole. 

Aight Buck, you take it easy. I’ll see you ‘round. Make sure you stop in and see Kitty soon, she’s dying to see ya.

Sure, Dickie. Thanks for the lift. 

The sun is setting fast behind the mountains. Cicadas are beginning to strum and the fireflies dance in the fields gone farrow behind the house. Buck climbs up the front steps, his duty bag slung over one shoulder. 

Buck?

He freezes where he is, hand outstretched towards the doorknob. It can’t be… can it?

He hears the creak of the swing from the darkened corner of the porch as you stand up. 

Welcome home, Buck.

It is you. Buck is still frozen, his upper lip beginning to tremble. He wished it were darker, wished the damn light was off so you wouldn’t have to see him like this. He feels the boards vibrate as you step towards him, hesitating at his side.

I’m sorry, Buck. I… I made a mistake…

A tear slips out. He swipes at it angrily. What the hell is he crying for? he wonders. 

It’s just that Louise told me she read in a magazine that it’s harder for the men sometimes if they’re worried about someone back home and in your letters you were just always asking about me and how I was and what I was doing and I just knew that you were going through it, Buck, you know, I read the news and I knew you were right on the front lines and I started thinking about you being out there and distracted and what would happen if you lost your focus at the wrong time and you got shot or you got hit by a grenade or a sniper and I thought about losing you, Buck, and I just couldn’t, I couldn’t lose you, and I started to think maybe I needed to make it easier on you and I wrote you that awful letter and it was terrible Buck it was so bad and I hated writing it and I hated sending it but I convinced myself I had to and-

Buck silenced you by pressing his lips to yours mid-sentence. Whatever other explanations and apologies you had died in your mouth with a soft whimper, and suddenly your hands were traveling up his arms and tickling the base of his neck and you were sighing like you hadn’t really exhaled in months. Buck swallowed it up, kissing you deeply and gently. He didn’t know how to say that he didn’t care about all that, that all he wanted was you with him. The rest would work itself out. Buck knew from the war that if you surrounded yourself with good people, then you could get through anything. 

He laughed when he tasted the strawberry milkshake on your lips. Smiling against your mouth, he broke the kiss and held you in his arms, his hands at the small of your back. 

Why are you laughing you ask incredulously. Did you hear what I said? aren’t you mad? You hadn’t expected this reaction. In fact, you’d prepared yourself for Buck to be so furious that he wouldn’t even speak with you. It was less than half of what you felt you deserved. 

Buck just shook his head, smiling to himself at a private joke. You wondered if he was laughing at how easily you fell for that kiss before he told you to take a hike and disappeared from your life forever. 

Mad? He sounds incredulous, like that’s the most ridiculous question anyone’s ever asked him. 

Yeah, Buck. I mean… I know I broke your heart.

He doesn’t deny it, just nods simply and looks deep into your eyes.

Don’t leave me again, darlin’, and I’ll consider it even.

You can’t reply because his lips are on yours again. All you can do is smile as you kiss your apology into Buck’s mouth until the sunset has faded and his dad calls out to the two of you to come inside already!

Bull Randleman Warnings: angst (you have been warned!!)

Something strange happened to Bull in the convent at Foy. He hadn’t expected it. But suddenly, there you were. Sitting in the back of his mind like an itch he just couldn’t scratch. His third grade crush from Ms. Wheeler’s class. And his eighth grade crush. And his prom date. 

Bull grew up in a small town, and it had only gotten smaller to him since he’d left. Sometimes in quieter moments he’d wondered if he’d ever be able to go back home. He’d seen a lot of the world - granted, most of it with the threat of German artillery at his back - but still. His hometown felt so far away and so small that he couldn’t imagine fitting the size of his memories back there. 

And yet, sitting there in the dim candlelight of that convent, listening to those angelic voices, that tiny podunk town was all he could think of. Why couldn’t he remember the name of that street, the one with the post office on it? And what was the name of those neighbors with the herd of basset hounds? He couldn’t recall what kind of flowers his Ma planted in front of the house, facing due east. Bull realized that he was forgetting home, and it opened a gaping wound in his heart.

One thing he did remember clearly was you. He hadn’t seen you in a long time, maybe not for months before he’d signed up for the 101st. You’d been working at the florist right off 1st Street the last he’d heard. Why he hadn’t looked in on you after high school, he couldn’t say. He’d been sweet on you back then, puppy love head-over-heels type stuff. You were his first kiss, his first date, his first of just about everything. Including his first love.

Somewhere along the way, Bull had gotten the hare-brained idea that he’d outgrown you. He’d stopped calling, stopped asking you out to the movies or to the diner. He remembered how he’d seen you out one night, his arm slung over some other girl that his buddy had set him up with. He remembered the way you’d stared with your lip shaking, your eyes welling with tears, before you’d practically run off into the Sears department store. Bull knew damn well you couldn’t afford anything in Sears; all of the money you’d ever made working as an English tutor and a nanny went to taking care of your eleven foster siblings. He knew you ran in there just to get away from him. At the time, he’d laughed about it. He’d told himself you’d be fine, you’d grow up eventually and get over it. He told himself that’s exactly what he’d done - grown up - but now he realized quite the opposite. He’d been intimidated by how much he’d liked you, how much he’d thought about you and worried after you and how scared he’d been when he’d realized that he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed you anymore. You with your hand-me-down dresses and your sweet, shy smile and your head always in the clouds of a romance novel. His buddies had commented on it, and suddenly Bull had felt jealous, insecure even. He’d hated it, and he’d run from it. 

But that night in Foy, you were the only place his mind could land. You were all he thought of. And he’d promised himself that if he somehow managed to walk out of hell at the end of the war, that he’d ask you out again. Who knew what you were up to now. He thought he remembered his Ma make an off-hand comment that you’d started working at the hospital in the next town over, but he couldn’t be sure. But Bull knew you’d be back in that small town, probably just as sweet as ever. And if you gave him another chance, he’d never let you go again.

Three days after stepping foot back in the States, and Bill was standing outside your house in his Army dress uniform, a bouquet of orange lilies in his hands. He wondered if you’d remember that he’d gotten you those same flowers for your prom corsage. They’d stood out against the baby pink of your dress that you’d borrowed from your cousin. Every time Bull saw a sunset or a flower bed, he thought of you. In fact, there wasn’t much that Bull saw these days that didn’t make him think of you.

He knocked three times sharply on the door. Your house looked just the same as ever: the front porch sagged in the middle, the curtains drawn and stained, the paint peeling. There was a ruckus inside, and what sounded to be about a dozen kids all screamed out “DOOR!” 

A severe woman with dark gray hair slicked back into a tight bun answered. Her mouth was a thin, straight gash and her eyes narrowed in something between distaste and disbelief. She glanced down at the flowers in Bull’s hands and at the sharp, crisply ironed lines of his uniform.

Mother Beatrice, Bull said with a slight bow. Not sure if you remember me, ma’am, but I-

I remember you. Randelman, right? You here for the girl? 

Your foster mother looked older but her manner was as cold and loveless as ever. She never used names for the children she took in - just called them by various impersonal monikers. For some reason, yours had always been “the girl”. Bull wasn’t the only one who’d overlooked you.  

He nodded, thinking that if Easy had Mother Beatrice in their ranks then Germany might have fallen about a year earlier. He’d have to be sure to tell you that. He was certain you would laugh.

I wondered if anyone would come Mother Beatrice commented as she shut the door behind her, muffling the sounds of screeching children. She walked down the front porch steps and turned towards the back of the old farmhouse without a backwards glance. Bull followed, his brow furrowing slightly at her cryptic comment. He figured you might have had a few pen pals on the front, some girls would do that sort of thing, write to strangers to try and keep their spirits up. He’d heard that some of the men had made a point to look in on their pen pals when they’d gotten back home. Maybe that’s what she meant.

She’s back here? Bull asked, taking in the sight of the rundown farmhouse-turned-orphanage and its weedy lawn. As long as he’d known you, he’d never known you to linger here. Too loud, no privacy you’d always told him. Bull usually found you in the library or a park bench. Somewhere quiet. 

Mother Beatrice nodded, shooting him a strangely exasperated look. Course she is, where else would she go? The girl doesn’t have any other home.

Bull chewed his lip thoughtfully. He supposed that was true. Maybe things had changed. 

Mother Beatrice led him around the backside of the dingy farmhouse, past a rundown chicken coop with a few mangy looking birds pecking at the dirt. There was a dilapidated stable off in the distance with one bony mare grazing on the tall grass and an overgrown vegetable garden. The tree line off in the distance looked ominously dark, like a line of guards sent to make sure the misery of this place didn’t spread.

Mother Beatrice stopped short, and Bull almost walked into her. There she is.

Bull looked around but didn’t see you. In addition to the forlorn horse, the garden and the coop, he noted a greenhouse missing more windows than it had and a towering oak tree reaching up for the sky as if running away from the unfortunate place it’d been planted. But no sign of you anywhere

Mother Beatrice looked at him intently for a moment, making Bull squirm in his boots, before sharply turning on her heel to leave. She called back to him at the base of the tree and vanished around the side of the house. 

Alone at last, Bull looked at the shadowy trunk but didn’t see anything. Must be around the backside, he reasoned. He started walking towards the tree, but a strange quiet settled over him. Suddenly, his collar felt too tight and his chest felt hollow. Something wasn’t right.

As he approached the tree, he began to make out what Mother Beatrice was referring to. He could hardly believe his eyes, and with each step forward he felt his feet grow heavier as if his boots were filled with lead. About ten paces from the trunk, he stopped, unable to go any closer. His shoulders sagged and he felt the bouquet slip out of his hands.

There you were, your name staring back at him from the headstone. 

Y/n Y/l/n October 11, 1924-January 9, 1945 Army Nurse Corps May she rest in the peace of the Lord

Bull wasn’t sure how long he stared at the stone. At your name. At the words Army Nurse Corps. Bull hadn’t known you were a nurse. He hadn’t remembered your birthday. He realized he’d been misspelling your last name this whole time.

Bull stood and stared until the light was almost gone from the sky. The sound of Mother Beatrice ringing a bell and calling out dinner! from the front porch jarred him out of his reverie. He hastily wiped the tears that had long ago dried on his face, feeling out of place and like an unwelcome intruder. 

He left without saying goodbye. He did manage to tilt the bouquet against your headstone, and run his fingers over the cold edges of your name cut into the marble. He didn’t feel entitled to much else. 

It wasn’t until he was home that night, deeper into a bottle of whiskey than a grieving man ought to be, when he realized something.

January 9th, 1945. The day you’d died. It was the same day he’d sat in that convent outside Foy, listening to that angelic choir, reminiscing about you and imagining a future that would never come to be.

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Still working on... Joseph Liebgott Doc Roe Maybe David Webster too? *let me know if you have any other requests

[vinetae]

Sleepless Hours - JJK

summary: sharing a bed wasn't the easiest thing for Jungkook. Especially when it's sleeping next to Namjoon's friend... AKA, his crush..

Genre: Fluff, Smut, comedy, F2L, Only one bed trope

Warnings: cute talks and cuddles. More cuddles. Jimin's a cockblock. Mentions of Jungkook's dick once- no. Twice. Dummies in love, late night talks and cuddles.

A/n: Smut update because someone tagged this sad excuse for a oneshot in their masterlist recs. Actually I took the banner pic lol. So aestheticccc. Maybe I wrote a whole fanfic just for the purpose of sharing this pic

Maybe I didn't. You'll never know.

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Your hand pushes down onto the hotel's door, sliding the keyboard back to Jungkook's hand once he sets all the bags down. You chuckle, as Jimin shuts the door behind you three.

"You know, I could've carried my own stuff, Kook." He smiles, shaking his head. "Nah, nah. I needed the workout."

Your eyes roll, as you begin to unpack you things. Namjoon had invited you to the LA tour with him, not knowing that girlfriend had been wanting to go too. So, Jungkook ended up buying you an extra ticket, ironically sat right beside him. And when you had to figure out sleeping arrangements, Jungkook kept you tight and close. Suggesting that you could bunk with him and Jimin in their hotel room for the trip since Namjoon's girlfriend had been wanting some.. alone time with her spouse. *So to say*..

You reach up to pop your back, groaning from exhaustion. "So," you shake your head, along with your body to rid itself of the sleepiness. "Who's sleeping where?"

They both share a similar look, eyebrows raising. Jungkook speaks up. "Oh.. we didn't really think about that.."

Your arms cross playfully, slinging your clean clothes across your arm, planning on heading into the shower once their Vlive starts. The walls had been pretty thick, so you're almost positive the fans wouldn't be able to hear water running. If they had, jimin said he could say that Hobi's shower hadn't been working and just decided to crash with them for the night.

Jungkook takes a glance around the room, watching as you're quick to pull out the sofa bed in one go. You straighten up, dusting your hands off as if they had been dirty. "What?" You ask, head tilting at his surprised look.

He shakes his head. "Nothing it's just.."

Jimin cuts in, popping a small French fry into his mouth. "He thinks it's hot."

Your lips curve into a smile, shrugging. "Well it's winter right now but.. it might get a little hot later if we leave the A/C off." Jungkook chuckles at your overlook of his Hyung's comment, grabbing the phone to start and order some food.

Jimin rolled his eyes, chuckling under his breath at your obvious miss of his hint.

—-

Jungkook thanking the man, before letting you know it had been safe to come out of hiding from the barn-doored bathroom. He sets the delivery bags down, locking the door behind himself.

"Oh uhm- Y/n if you can go ahead and eat that'd be great." He comments, while Jimin's already on the floor, using the little move-able foot stool as a table.

You nod, grabbing some of your things to eat at the table alone while the two boys had set everything for the live.

They sure did love their fans, you thought. A smile tugging your lips as you begin to dig in.

—-

Your hands come to reach upwards, removing the last bit of clothing before stepping into the fogged up shower. It had been one of the luxurious showers you'd have ever taken. A gold nob and handles on the side, with stone marble tiles and flooring. LED lights rimmed the crystal clear reflection in the mirror, making it seem as if it had almost been a portal of some sort.

Yeah, a portal to richness.

Once you heard the two boys bidding a farewell to the stream, you walk out of the bathroom sporting a button up loose flannel, with some knee cut shorts. Jungkook's head turns from the side to admire your attire.

"Wow.."

You chuckle silently, taking a seat over by the table as to not cause any disturbance.

Too late.

Jungkook's cock was now harder than learning English. His eyes followed up the trails and dips of your thighs, before settling on the sculpture of your entire shown frame. Anything he could see, he basked in. Anything of yours, he practically wished he could have between his lips.

It wasn't until Jimin had to stab at his leg under the table non-chalantly, acting as if he'd been trying to read the comments that had been speeding by. Jungkook flinches, eyes trying to focus on what had been on hand here. His hand comes to reach for a pillow, using it to lean on for the live. When in actuality, it had been concealing how much he really liked you.

—-

You sigh, flopping to the back of the couch, as the two boys stayed flat on the floor, continuing to eat the rest of their delivered rice and Jajangmyeon noodles. Jungkook sat between the space just in front of your legs… on accident.

Or so he had claimed.

When in reality, he'd been using the sneakiest tactics to try and slowly lean further and further against your thighs without you noticing.

You had. Obviously.

Your mouth gaps, letting a large yawn escape. Eyes lulling shut, playing a mental game of 'sleep no sleep'. You lay back onto the pull out sofa bed, snuggling into the comfort of it's cozy sheet set. Once the two had been done eating their meals, they started to clean up. Careful as to not disturb your half asleep figure. Jimin leans close to jungkook while washing the beer Glas he'd been drinking from during dinner.

"So, you sleeping there with her?" Jungkook nods, setting one more glass into the sink for his Hyung to wash. Jimin's eyes glance towards your sleepy self, chuckling.

"Do I need to go ask if I can sleep with Hoseok?" Jungkook's cheeks redden, shrugging.

"No no, I'm kidding. No, you can stay, Hyung. I'm really tired anyways." Jimin's eyebrow quirks, not truly believing his younger brother-figure, but is too exhausted from the long flight to even care at this point.

Once Jimin's done with the dishes, he makes his way towards the king suite bedroom, shutting the door behind himself.

Jungkook turns to the side, startled by your sat up and perked figure.

"Hey." You shyly comment, as he's making his way towards the bed, fixing some of the sheets.

"Hey" he mirrors, before making his way to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he returns, prepped and ready for a goodnight sleep. Well.. what he thought he'd have a good night sleep in.

Turns out, you're a huge bed hog. Twisting over to the opposite side, snatching away 92% of his comforter. He rolls to your side, gently leaning over your body to shake you awake.

"Y/n.." he softly calls out.

"Y/n.." a little louder.

Then,

"Y/N! He yelps, sighing in frustration from your lack of response.

Alright then. You were a heavy sleeper as well.

His hand comes to lightly graze your shoulder, trying once more to calmly wake you. Your body rolls onto it's back, as your begin to let out little snores.

Cute, Jungkook thought.

He tugs the blanket a bit more, trying to get comfortable on his back, letting out a relaxed sigh.

Until an arm hits him in the face.

Sitting up, he's quick to assess the room, chuckling from seeing that it had been your arm. Not some crazy fan trying to kidnap him.

He lays back down once again, shuffling with the paper-like sheets before finally finding a comfortable position. As his eyes are finally being able to drift to dreamland, a figure wraps itself around his midsection. Legs tangling up in his, on their own. His eyes peep open, head turning to the side to smile at your cute position. Face nuzzle into his side, digging its way to move his arm up and around you.

Yet, you had still remained completely unconscious.

"Jeez, Y/n.. you could sleep through a zombie apocalypse, huh?" He chuckles.

You nod, "mhm".

His eyes widen, lowering his head to sleep that you'd been completely awake and aware now. Eyes drawing into his, as your arms come around to pull him your body closer.

Ohhh shit.

There goes his dick again.

"I-I.. didn't know you were awake.." Your lips tug into smile, lifting your head to rest it on the crease of his shoulder. Eyes doe-like and wide, gazing into his own.

The world seemed to stand still. Not a sound was to made. A breath to be exhaled. As if it has just been you and hi-

"Jungkook I asked if I was needing to go sleep with Hobi tonight.." Jimin chuckles, throwing a pillow to your side of the bed. Before you know it, you're squished between the two very differentiating men. Jungkook's arm wrapped around your body to keep your close to him, as Jimin laid to the side of you, turned to face the brightly lit window's nightly glow.

Jungkook's head lifts to glance over to Jimin. "Uh- Hyung, I thought you were sleeping in the king bed."

Jimin chuckles, turning to face Jungkook, as you pull yourself closer into his embrace. Jimin's lips fall quietly, as he calmly speaks.

"Namjoon said he doesn't trust you with his friend." Jungkook faints a hurt expression, gasping.

"Me? Why not?"

Jimin's eyebrows wiggle, eyes quickly taking a glance to Jungkook's prominent cock poking through the sheets.

"Oh, I don't know. Just a guess."

Jimin laughs softly, before rolling over to rhe middle, scooting in between the two of you. You sigh, lightly hitting at Jimin's shoulder, making him smile.

"Abuse me all you want. I'm not letting there be any baby Kookies running around anytime soon."

With this, you and Jungkook both decide in unanimously giving up after ten minutes of try to persuade his hyung, who'd been stone cold.

And Jungkook had still been stone hard.

Settling for falling asleep while holding hands across Jimin's lightly snoring body.

Letting sleep consume the three of you in a peaceful manner.

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It's 2am, I'm going to sleep lol.

[deathbyoctopi]

Another year, another rec list with some of the best xuexiao I've read these last 12 months!! >w<

And like last year's rec list, this isn't either exhaustive or limited to fics posted in 2023. It's just the things I have found, which I liked, and want to spread the love about ^-^

Here's, in no particular order, my favourite xuexiao (and occasional songxuexiao) fics. Also, take a look down below for other mxtx or danmei pairings!

You're mine by twilightshards. This is a phenomenal oneshot where Xue Yang does not wait patiently to take revenge on Baixue temple, but rather follows the annoying daoshi out of Jinlintai as soon as he gets off the hook. He catches up with them a couple of nights later, only to find Xiao Xingchen in a... compromised position. While moaning Xue Yang's name.

The tamed by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior. Last year I recommended the wonderful The Prisoner of Jinlintai fic, and now we got a sequel to that!!! Exciting stuff, very exciting... Xiao Xingchen saves Xue Yang from his botched execution and Song Lan is there raging at what he thinks is a psycho taking full advantage of his friend's kindness. Absolutely loved it!

蛇 - shé by shoujorei. A spectacular oviposition fic with blind snake hybrid Xiao Xingchen and enemy-posing-as-housemate Xue Yang, who really didn't know what he was volunteering for when he offered to "help" daozhang with his next heat. An absolute delight!

good lies go bad by istilfearkanna One of the Yi City what-if's I like so much, showing what would happen if Song Lan is successful in killing Xue Yang and, as per canon, vows not to tell his friend anything. So naturally you have Xiao Xingchen happy about his rekindled friendship, but also deeply worried about his missing friend... breaks my heart every time T-T (thx lionfish13 for the rec!!!)

Down in the black sea by @10holmes. A mermaid AU which has to be the sweetest Xue Yang /Xiao Xingchen tale I've seen in a while, with xxc being a revered merman saving the life of a handsome pirate... without realizing that is the infamous Xue Yang, mermaid hunter and slayer of plenty of his kinsmen!! But of course, they fall in love. It's downright adorable (and deliciously angst-inducing!) Also, the worldbuilding in this one is marvelous!

promises, promises by an anonymous author. Time travel fic!!! This one follows Song Lan trying to right the wrongs of his life in the easiest way possible: that is, to eliminate Xue Yang before he has the chance to hurt anyone else. Except... he gets distracted saving the life of a poor child with a mangled left hand. Still ongoing, and XXC isn't in the picture yet, but the new chapters are highly anticipated and the writing style is so, so, so good.

the non-con opition by the same anonymous author. How do I know? None of your business!! But the awesome writing style continues here, as well as the song lan/xue yang being brought together by fate is just as awesome. It promises to be songxuexiao eventually, for now it's a delightful soulmates/omegaverse with alpha!Song Lan in rut nonconning the hell out of a mysterious omega with a foul mouth.

Sant Xingchen i el drac by @ergbolli45 A little sweet adorable spin of a traditional legend very dear to my heart. It's winter, the Yi City crew are bored around their campfire, and A-Qing wants a story. So, Xue Yang offers to tell a tale from some exotic land on the west about a little princess, a brave knight and a fearsome dragon.

sticking their dick in crazy by Sectionladvivi. I'm not generally one for modern AUs, but this one is such a stupid and shameless pwp that it skyrocketed through my rankings XD SongXueXiao, and oddly enough, the crazy one alluded in the title isn't Xue Yang!! Delicious and filthy. No thoughts, just horn.

Priceless by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior. Another modern AU!! but how can I resist, when this is Xue Yang breaking and entering happily married songxiao's domicile, who were getting ready for a very sexy night... and end up, Song Lan tied up and forced to watch the criminal fuck Xiao Xingchen senseless (and unaware it's not his husband the one in bed with him!). Evil and sexy, another wonderful fic by such a wonderful author <3

hands, reaching out by @neriine. A retelling of Yi City but with mutation-like special powers, making it especially interesting when it comes to xuexiao's backstory (song lan is also there, in the background) and the night hunts. It's sweet, sweet, Xue Yang as always a murder gremlin who thinks he has it all under control when the first thing that he doesn't know half-way about is his own feelings... Very well-written, and creative in its worldbuilding!

THIS lovely picture is not from a fic (well, not yet, unless I manage to do something cute with it >w<) but serves as an example of all the wonderful pic manips @wangxianswuji has made, which maybe it's cheating a bit for a fanfic rec post, but. They're just so good. Go check their profile and drool with me ^-^

and speaking of art, I can't not mention @wrathyforest's art done for the fic Now that I see you, particularly one of my favourite moments with Xiao Xingchen defending Xue Yang from an undesirable... this fic was in last year's rec list, and very deservingly so!

ANd now for the other ships!

Love of my life, don't hurt me by @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun This is a delightful and spectacularly cruel tale of unrequired love by a gallant cultivator spiriting his soulmate away. At least, that's what Wen Zhuliu sees it, when in fact this fic is him kidnapping and brutally assaulting Lan Xichen, while following the events of the Wen war and the sunshot campaign. Loved it, but PLEASE read the tags.

Jade pillar, bending like reed by awkwardrecline. dark jades (and dark!Lan Xichen in particular) are so so sooo very dear to my heart... this fic has it all, a tyrannical Lan clan leader who will abuse his power left right and center, a jealous didi who wants nothing but possessive love, so much smut everywhere... Cloud Recesses is never as sexy as when the jades are so unrestrained, I love it! ^-^

My future mommy's mistake by tenwudzvrs. Is this fic pretty much what many people consider nono kinks? mpreg, noncon, xue yang being an utter dick? and do I love it precisely because of it? XD pregnant Wei Wuxian goes home one evening but comes across a ruffian in a back alley, who does everything to him up to and including speaking with his husband through the phone while nailing him to the wall. Lan Zhan isn't happy. I am delighted.

What brother needs, brother gets by @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun. a modern AU jadecest pwp which... to be honest, it's pure oral fixation Lan Xichen going to his didi after he got dumped by some idiot and Lan Wangji doing the best he can to comfort him. It's ridiculously shameless and incredibly enjoyable, just to see these two come to the conclusion that the best course of action is to fuck each other!! XD Wei Ying will find a surprise when he gets back home from his travels and finds his husband has collected another husband...

furious love by @alipeeps. From Till the end of the moon, a very nasty and wonderfully in-canon insight on the disastrous marriage between Ye Xiwu (the original) and Tantai Jin. Let's just say she decides to take her marital rights to the extreme, and using the very same lust potion that originally landed her in that marriage to begin with! Tantai Jin is one of those characters that truly suffer beautifully, and suffer he does here!

a fire, made high and wild by @judiwench. A fic for Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, which is a series that wormed its way into my soul. Sui Zhou desperately searches Tang Fan (him, please, him, not his corpse) only to find him... less than good. I was seriously debating between this one and is the festering that kills a man by the same author, but... Agh, they are both amazing snippets at their obvious mutual love, and the trauma that brings it to light. Highly recommend the series and these fics!

a long sleepless night by @dying-redshirt-noises. This one is from Mysterious Lotus Casebook, a wonderful three-way pwp in the Girls' Mansion where Fang Duobing gets doused with sex pollen... of course, Li Lianhua wants to help, but there is not much he can do with his yang disfunction. How handy to have someone like a-Fei nearby to rail the young master, then!! It is sexy and wonderfully in-canon, and I'm all for it.

And I'm probably still forgetting a few fics, there is nowhere near enough jadecest here compared to what I know I have read and enjoyed... Shame on me again for forgetting to bookmark more often than not.

I'm a bit sad that I barely found any of this year's authors on tumblr (don't know if they don't have accounts here, or do under different usernames) so if anyone knows about them, repost bc I'd like to engage and give them my most sincere praise.

Also, I will say I purposefully avoided tgcf fics for fear of spoilers until I read the whole book, so... next year I'm surely filling this with hualian and such!! >w<

Finally, since we're at it, I just will get a bit of self-promotion with the 5 fics I liked most of what I wrote on this year. I'm IMMENSELY PROUD to have produced 36 fics in this year of our lord 2023 (3 per month!!! omfg!!) and while I can't claim favourites, these might be the ones I'm most proud of:

Some kind of dream. Xuexiao roleplaying after a night hunt, with some nice power dynamics, very mutually enthusiastic consensual non-con, and Xue Yang all but confessing that he is Xiao Xingchen's worse enemy... Smut and fluff, all in one. I do love the 3 year bliss in Yi City, and all the in-canon opportunities it offers!!!

Incensed nights. An INSANE endeavor for kinktober, with WangXian dreaming each night a different cozy, cruel, smutty or simply crack-y scenario. 31 fics for the price of one!! multiple pairings, I can't stress how much Lan Zhan dreams of his brother, or wei wuxian's mind follows other ships... Extremely happy with this one, and I nearly went crazy, seriously.

Shards of morning nights and forbidden kisses. My attempt at jadecest, niecest and omegaverse, all in one. ANd quite successful, might I say! Both clan leaders Lan and Nie want to find a way to claim and marry their respective omega didis, but something something clan rules forces them to play a delicate and sexy political game. It ends in a very nice orgy XD

A Comedy of Yi City Errors. This one, I'm particularly happy with the sheer amount of planning and interlocking plotpoints it has, with Song Lan coming across Xiao Xingchen, a-Qing and Xue Yang without even realizing. I'm told it is quite funny... And I like it very much >w<

...what did you call it again? the only one not mdzs in the list, this is for Till the end of the moon and it's yet again Tantai Jin suffering in his so beautiful way! It was done for an exchange, following the premise: take a canon even and make it worse. Do you think ttj had it bad in the series, with the servants mistreating him in Ye Manor? Ya have seen nuffin!!!

Once again, thanks for reading, thanks to all authors for writing, and let's have a wonderful 2024 full of fics and love!!!

[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

[ithinkabouttzu]

BoB reaction to you changing in front of them for the first time

genre; suggestive fluff

warnings: a little dirty, suggestive

description: Their reaction to you (their s/o) changing in front of them for the first time.

Dick Winters

His immediate reaction is to look the other way, he doesn’t want to be rude or disrespectful your privacy at all and will ask you if you would like for him to leave. He would be SHOCKED when you tell him that you want him to watch you change. He would be like slowly turning his head back to you with his face beet red, but he would be watching the whole time, he could literally not take his eyes off you and after its needless to say that he was impressed and also a little excited.

Carwood Lipton

I think he’d also try and look away as soon as she saw you changing, maybe even put his hands over his eyes just because you caught him so off guard. I think out of instinct he would just head for the door before you stopped him, “Stay, please” If you felt his heart in that moment it would’ve jumped out of his chest. He could’ve sworn he had a minor heart attack watching you change, like he was nervous but also so excited? Boy was grinning so hard for the rest of the day

Lewis Nixon

His eyes get so freaking big, like when he sees you changing, a smile just appears on his face and his cheeks get all rosy, “You want me to stay?” He would ask you just out of respect for you and would be even more shocked when he hears you say, “Watch, keep your eyes on me” Man if his smile could get any bigger in that moment it did. He would he watching you the whole time in complete awe. He’d probably get excited watching you and would ask for some assistance to the problem once you got finished changing. Let’s just say that wherever you guys had plans going to, you guys were DEFINITELY late.

Joe Toye

When he sees you changing the biggest smirk appears on his face and his eyes turn dark so quick, you could definitely feel his eyes on you the whole time and when you looked back at him he would make you so nervous with his gaze. He could not take his eyes off you even if his life depended on it, and the look on his face was almost priceless, Once you were fully naked while changing he would ask you, “Do a turn for me baby, let me see all of you” In his deep raspy voice OMG. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t extremely turned on by seeing you change. Before you could start changing back into your new clothes he was all over you, kissing and hugging all over your body.

Joe Liebgott

Seeing you change just made his day 100 times better then before. He would lean back into his seat and just watch you undress very closely, “You want some help taking off those, sunshine?” Ugh and let me tell you how you would notice an extreme difference in his voice too, it’d be so much deeper and sexy after seeing you change. He would help you take and put back on your clothes, kissing at least one part of your body before putting on each of your clothing, and reminding you how beautiful you are. The whole point was to turn him on but you end up being the one going crazy tbh. (dw tho he definitely will help you out if you ask )

Bill Guarnere

“What are you doing?” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth while giving you a smirky smile. He won’t even give you time to answer before he’s behind you, kissing your neck and shoulder up and down while caressing your almost naked body. “Why don’t you change later huh, come sit with me?” Before you gave into his words, you wanted to tease him at least one more time, so in return you make him sit down, not able to touch you, while taking off the rest of your little clothing left as slow as possible. By the end he was 100% frustrated and had a huge problem in his pants. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable because you won’t be able to walk after he’s done with you.

George Luz

You just made him the happiest man on the planet. You’d be painfully slow the whole time, maybe even throwing your shirt at him for him to catch. He would have his eyes on you like a baby with candy right in front of him. “You’re real gorgeous, y/n, beautiful.” He would stare at you in pure awe. He’d definitely have to hold back his excitement the whole time, maybe even putting a pillow in his lap so you wouldn’t see the raging tent in his pants. He would be so respectful though, just watching you in peace unless you asked him something. after he would try to ignore it like it didn’t turn him on but later that night be ready for some pay back LOL

Eugene Roe

His reaction would also be to look away, “Y/n, do you want me to give you some privacy?” You could tell just by the tone in his voice that you made him flustered. “No, watch me change” He would get so red when you said that, it’s almost like a switch flipped inside of him when you said that though because then he started staring at you with dark sexy eyes, not taking them off you for one bit. “You’re so easy to look at darling” AHH OMG HES SO AMAZING. For the rest of the day he’d be clinging on to you, holding and kissing your body gently, he would be so sweet and perfect just reminding you how beautiful you are to him too 😭

Bull Randleman

He would be suprised to see you just changing in front of him like that. He would get up and walk towards the door, to give you your privacy until you ask him, “You sure you don’t want to stay and watch?” You would say in the most sulky voice ever. He would run back to his seat so fast, eager to watch you change into your pretty clothing. “Are you sure? I can leave if you want me to.” HES SO RESPECTFUL OMG, Like you actually would make him nervous, the way you were taking off your clothes he’d be ready for your every move, once you were finish, he’d clap jokingly before wrapping his arms around you, “I’m so lucky to have you”

Floyd Talbert

He’s been waiting for this moment the entire relationship, literally. “You want some help with that, hon?” He’d say with a cocky-ish grin on his face. “No, just watch me, okay?” You’d really be torturing this man by making him watch and not help you, like he just thinks you’re so beautiful, and him not touching or feeling you is literally driving him crazy. “You’re so damn beautiful y/n” He would be enjoying every single second of it too. He keep on giving you praises until you were fully changed into your other clothes. “Next time let me help you,I could make it a lot quicker” he’d whisper into your ear before leaving the room.

Skip Muck

His jaw would literally drop seeing you change so casually in front of him for the first time. “Do you want me to leave, or?” He would be as still as a ghost almost, literally unable to move in shock. “Watch me” His heart rate would pick up so fast when you said that. Like almost giving him a heart attack LOL, he would keep his eyes on you the whole time, and it was easy to say that you turned him on. He would have his hands in his lap trying to hide his problem without trying to make you feel uncomfortable. You would notice this and ask him, “Do you want some help, baby?” he was completely gone after that, you literally had him in a trance for the rest of the day.

Don Malarkey

his first reaction was to turn his head and put his hands over his eyes, his cheeks were almost as red as his hair when you told him that you’d like for him to watch you change instead. He would watch you change respectfully but also hoping that he would get to see more of you as you changed. He just cannot believe his eyes right now. “You look good, pretty” ugh i love him sm. He just thinks you look absolutely gorgeous in that moment, he feels more than lucky that you’re his. When you’re finished he will be more than happy to praise you on how beautiful you are to him. Like he’s so sweet about the whole thing omg

Babe Heffron

His eyes would pop straight out of his head. “What are you doing?” He’d feel so much excitement just from watching you change. Like mans is just in LOVE with your body. He will remind you the whole time of how gorgeous you are to him. The whole plan was to make him nervous but he’d probably end up making you the nervous one LOL, “Do you know what you’re doin to me doll?” He would say, smirking up at you with dark eyes. He wouldn’t even let you fully finish changing before coming up to you and attacking you with kisses, he absolutely cannot get enough of you or your body.

Shifty Powers

When you start changing he covers his eyes IMMEDIATELY and will ask if you’d like him to leave and give you some space. When you tell him that you’d like him to stay his heart speeds up so quickly and he gets so nervous. He thinks you are so beautiful he is just speechless, even though you said he can stay, he tries to be respectful and turn his head anyway, (not for long though because he just can’t help himself at all) “You look nice y/n” He’s so respectful and cute about it too. When you’re finished he will have the biggest blush on his face and a slight smile, looking at you like you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

Frank Perconte

Are you trying to give this man a heart attack? Literally because when he sees you just taking off your clothes right in front of him he becomes so shocked and speechless (in the best way ever though) “You want me to go?” “No, just watch” Okay now you’re really trying to give him a heart attack now. He would not leave his eyes from you for not one second. By the time you were done changing he was already kissing on you and hugging on your body, let’s just say that if you guys had any sort of plans or places you guys needed to go to, you guys cancelled that day.

Ronald Speirs

He would stare at you blankly at first, not knowing what you were doing until you took all of your clothes off, he would get the message totally wrong, and start taking his clothes off too LOL, thinking that you were trying to initiate something. Then you would explain to him that you just wanted him to watch instead and he would be so confused. “Why watch you put on clothes if i’m going to be taking them off of you later?” AHHH OMG you would look at him questionably before giving in and taking all of the little clothes that you did have on, off. Lets just say you didn't put any clothes back on until later that day ;)

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[mccall-muffin]

I can’t come to the pacific with you / / Dick Winters x Female Reader

Summary:  You are a sergeant that was with Easy Company from the start. Over the time you and Dick Winters got really close and fell in love. Now you are in Zell am See and are waiting to be deployed to the pacific.

Pairing:  Dick Winters x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: So this is my first OneShot I’m posting here. I hope you like it. I am not a native english speaker, so I’m sorry, if there are some mistakes in my writings. 

Nervously, you knock on the door of Dick's room. "Come in," you hear him call from inside and you hesitantly open the door. You quickly realize that he is not alone. "Major Winters? Do you have a minute?" you ask, looking him in the blue eyes. "Certainly, Sergeant Y/L/N. I'll talk to you later Ron, yeah?" says Dick, looking at Speirs, who briefly looks back and forth between you and Dick, amused. "Sure.”

Speirs leaves the room and closes the door behind him. You watch him for a moment before turning your attention to Dick. He is sitting at a table with some papers in front of him. As you take a few steps towards him, he lifts his eyes and looks at you before standing up. "How are you?" he then asks, taking your hand in his and stroking it gently. "Quite well thank you. You can tell the men are starting to get restless." "Why don't you sit down? Would you like something to drink?" he then asks, pointing to the chair. You nod and sit down while Dick fills two glasses with water and offers you one. "Thanks." "I was going to..." " Y/N there is something..." you both begin, but then stop and smile at each other. "You first," you say quickly, smiling sheepishly. Dick nods and then looks at you again. "I had a conversation with General Chapman this morning. I asked for a transfer." Incredulous, you look at him. "You what?" "I asked for a transfer. The 13th Airborne Division is about to go to the Pacific right away, and when I go, I want it done." "You're leaving? Me? The men?" Sadness spreads through you. "You can't do that, Dick. We need you. I... need you." Dick takes your hand in his again. "I'm not going. The request was denied." Relieved, you exhale. "Thank God." "I thought you should know anyway Y/N." "Thank you Dick. I appreciate it." "What did you want to talk to me about?" You bite your lip and then look Dick in the eyes again. "I don't know if I can go to the Pacific with you," you then say. "What do you mean?" "I... I don't know if it would be responsible." Dick looks at you, confused. "I don't know what you're getting at Y/N." "Well... I don't think it would be beneficial to my condition if I jumped out of a plane. Especially when, God knows, we're going to be here for a few more months." Dick is still looking at you, his brow furrowed, trying to match your words. "I think I'm pregnant, Dick." There is silence for a moment. Dick's gaze slides to the table and he seems to be thinking convulsively. "How... When?" he then asks, looking again at you, while you raise an eyebrow. "Berchtesgaden would be my guess. At the hotel..." "Oh," is all Dick does, remembering. "And you really think that you are.... pregnant?" "I can't say for sure, but I'm already three weeks late and.... I don't know either, Dick," you say, and you begin to sob. "Hey, hey," he comforts you and slides over to you. He takes you in his arms and you cry against his shoulder. "It's all good, Y/N. We'll do this together, okay?" "How can you say something like that? You're going to the Pacific and you're going to be there for I don't know how long and I'm going home and my dad.... Oh God, he's going to kill me." "Don't say that, Y/N." "How am I going to do that?" "I'll help you where I can Y/N. Do you understand that? I'm not going to let you down." Dick and you look into each other's eyes for a moment. Dick wipes the tears from your cheeks. "This is something we're both responsible for, and so we're both going to stand behind it, yes?" You nod at first, but then lower your head. "I'm going to give birth to a child out of wedlock.... God," you breathe, rubbing your face. Dick eyes you for a moment before standing up and digging into a box. Then he walks back over to you. "I was actually saving this for after the war, but given the circumstances..." He holds up a small box and you look at him. "What's this?" you ask, confused, but Dick is smiling at you. "Open it." He gives it to you and you open the small box and discover a beautiful ring inside. "Dick... I...", you stammer and look at it. " Y/N, listen to me," he then says, taking your hand in his. "Ever since I first saw you, you've had me under your spell. But I think you know that. Of course I would have imagined it all a bit differently, but you have turned my world upside down and with you I have experienced things.... I definitely didn't think I'd experience before marriage." You smile briefly. "You can say that, Mr. Honor." "Anyway, I know one thing, Y/N, and I think that's the most important thing of all. I love you. And I couldn't be happier that the little miracle inside you is growing  and that I get to start a family with you. Actually, like I said, I was saving this for home, but while we're here..." He takes the ring out of the box. " Y/N Y/L/N. I love you and I want to stay by your side forever. Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man ever? Will you marry me?"

A few tears glisten in your eyes, but this time they are tears of joy. Your lips begin to tremble. "Of course! God! I love you," You then say, throwing yourself into Dick's arms, who sets you on your feet and holds you in his arms. Then he gently pushes you off him and kisses you passionately before putting the ring on your finger. "You don't know how happy you make me," he whispers against your lips and then places a hand on your stomach. Suddenly the door opens and you and Dick put a little distance between you. It is Nixon who enters. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know that..." he stammers, scratching his head. "It's okay Nix..." says Dick, smiling at you. "I, uh, was just leaving anyway. Major Winters, thank you for your time," you say, saluting him. However, you are held back by Nixon. "Whoa. Dick? I thought you were going to wait with that?" he almost shouts, taking your hand and lifting it up so the ring is visible. Dick and you exchange a look. "I think I'd better stow this somewhere else for now," you then say chuckling, taking the ring off your finger and putting it in your left breast pocket. "Okay, what's going on here? You think you can just get engaged and not tell me about it?" Again, Dick and you exchange a look. "Well, I actually had it planned for home first, too, but circumstances changed." Nix looks back and forth between you and Dick, who both just grin gently. "Oh come on. You're pregnant? Damn you Dick, you son of a bitch, I knew you had it in you." ***

Nothing much happened for the next few weeks. Some accidents occurred and you can tell that the soldiers are getting bored. Dick's job is to keep the soldiers busy, or if possible, send them home somehow. Some succeeded because of the points they had, for others they found a reason to send them home. You would have enough points to go home and Dick actually wants you to, but you decided to stay with the men. At least until they go to the Pacific. It is now start of September and slowly if you look closely, you can see your little baby bump. Luckily the uniforms are big enough to hide it. On this day, the company is playing a baseball game. You sit with Lip on the jeep and cheer on your friends. In the corner of your eye, you see Dick and Nix coming toward you and stopping at Speirs. Then Speirs calls you all together. You quickly run up to the officers and hear what they have to say. Dick looks at you briefly and smiles gently. "Listen up. Got some news," he then says, addressing all his men. "This morning, President Truman received the unconditional surrender from the Japanese." For a moment, it feels like the world stops. No one makes a sound and somehow the soldiers can't process the information Dick is giving them. "War's over," he then adds, and then they all start cheering. You take Lip, who is standing next to you, in your arms and relief spreads through you. Then you look at Dick, who smiles at you. When he nods, you don't hold back. You run up to him and throw yourself into his arms, earning yourself cheers from the men. "Finally!" you hear Luz shout and can't help grinning. Then you break away from Dick and look him in the eyes. He doesn't hesitate long either, and then he kisses you. In front of everyone. He doesn't care. The war is over. They all go home. And then he finally gets to marry the woman he loves.

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Navigation

all marvel oneshots/imagines i've written in one place. Most of my shit is 18+, I am NOT responsible for the content you consume, Minors DNI! All my master-lists follow the same key, exampled below.

🌼- Angst 🍒-Smut 🌸- Fluff ❣- Comfort

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Stephen Strange

-Study Buddies 🍒 | Your Doctor Stephen Stranges Student at the New York Hospital, You decide to ask him for help on medical papers with a due date up and coming. After all, he is your mentor, how could he refuse you?

-Shower Thoughts 🍒🌸 | Stephen Strange was known to be a dick, but what his could do far outweighed his smart mouth.

-Ray Of Sunshine 🌸❣ | You and Stephen establish a safe word, fluffy aftercare + guilty Stephen wanting to make it up to the reader.

-Below Zero 🍒🌼 | The Rotunda Gateways have filled the Sanctum with snow, when you come to Master Strange with your issue, he insists you fall asleep with his cock inside of you, to warm you up, of course.

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Loki Laufeyson

-Birthday Girl 🍒🌸 | It’s Kasey’s 23rd birthday, and her boyfriend, Loki Laufeyson being who he is, must go all out. They catch a film at a real 1960s drive-in, but a movie isn’t the only thing Loki came here to watch.

-Club Kisses 🍒🌼 | Kasey has just broken up with her boyfriend, while at a bar nursing, her wounds she meets two brothers, and one of them offers her a deal.

-God Of Mischief 🍒 | After receiving an invitation to one of Stark Industries Launch Partys, a certain god pays you a visit. Is Loki Laufeyson here to cause trouble, or perhaps seek it out?

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Tony Stark

-Honey 🍒 | Tony Stark is your boss, nothing more. So why is it that when you admit to him your having certain “issues” he takes it into his own hands? Or legs, per se.

-Pushing The Wrong Buttons 🍒🌸❣ | Stark Distrubution’s Literary Department houses Anna, and her (rational) fear of tight spaces and heights. It is until she finds herself stuck in an elevator with the one person she hoped to avoid. (mild panic attack comfort).

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Bucky Barnes

-Pinky Promises Master-List 🍒🌸🌼| You met Bucky while delivering something for a friend, and from that night on, he’s regretted it.

-Red Room Toy Collection Master-List 🍒🌸🌼 | Bucky loves toys, when he uses them on you, that is.

-Pick Up, Doll 🍒🌸 | You receive a face time call in the dead of night from the winter soldier himself, and he sounds very needy.

-Dead Ringer 🍒🌼 | You and Bucky have found refuge in an underground bunker, and it's breaking you both.

-Buck In The Backrooms | just a short comedic imagine

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Steve Rogers

-Teddy Bear ❣| Your skin is crawling, but Steve is there, he always is.

-Muted 🍒❣| Steve's been rather busy, all you want is his attention, but the way you go about it gets you in a bit of trouble.

[valentoru]

|| Tōru Oikawa x Reader ||

Type: Oneshot, fluff.

Synopsis: Winter days dating Oikawa Tōru.

Warnings: Minor angst, Language.

Authors Note: this is so crap but I just wanted to post, start to get into the gist of things🤗

Winter.

Something you loved but also hated. You hated the way it bit at your fingers but you loved the way it made for some beautiful moments.

You especially loved how clingy it made your boyfriend, Tōru Oikawa, the infamous setter of Seijoh, known for his gorgeous looks and mean attitude on court was actually a softy pants. Especially when it came to you.

However, there was one thing he wouldn’t do, and that was give you any sort of affection in public, not yet anyway, though your relationship wasn’t exactly “new” it was unknown to many and until he was ready to tell people that you were dating, it would remain a secret.

It wasn’t because he was embarrassed, or anything to do with you, it wasn’t even anything to do with him, no, it was to do with his fans. Though Tōru loved the attention and fawning he received from his fans he was also deathly afraid of them. After the time they attempted to get Iwaizumi expelled for being “too close” to him he thought better of telling people about you, to protect you.

However, there were still people who knew, like Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, since you often times showed up to many hang out sessions, Tōru thought telling them would be just fine.

And it was.

Except, it wasn’t. This whole secretive things was driving you a little nuts. You understood why Oikawa wanted to do it, if anything you were grateful but at times like these you cursed him to hell and back. All you wanted to do was warm up in your boyfriend’s embrace and yet, you couldn’t. Because he would say the same snobby thing that he does every time you try to so much as hold his hand anywhere other than the comfort of each other’s privacy.

“Now now, Y/N little eager?” Dick. You loved him but he’s still a dick.

You had half a mind to give him a piece of your mind when you finally arrived to school.

You were walking as quickly as you could, trying to get to school as fast as you could to be out of this cold. You had your thickest scarf and your puffiest coat on and yet it still wasn’t enough. Your poor legs were freezing off.

When you got to the front gates of the school you were met with a seemingly pissed Iwaizumi, bringing your borderline jog to a halt.

“Iwa?” He startled and looked at you. Some of that sour mood of his dissipating from his features upon seeing you.

“Y/N.”

“You look extremely pissed for so early in the morning, what’sup?” You moved so you were a little closer to him, trying your absolute hardest to not shiver.

“Crappykawas fans girls.” He sighed and rolled his eyes, gesturing towards the scene behind him, the same scene you were seeing for the umpteenth time this week. “You know, they don’t usually piss me off this bad, but today, they’re really pissing me off. I’m so cold and shittykawa won’t hurry the hell up.”

“Well then why didn’t you just leave him?”

“Because, you know how it is with him, you should know better than me. His shitty ass would whine like a damn baby if I left him.”

You giggled to yourself, it was true, Tōru had a tendency to whine about things like that. “He can suck it up.” You smiled, bitterly. Sure, you loved your boyfriend all the world but he did piss you off with this stuff.

“I’ll never hear the end of it. Why don’t you step in?”

“Why would I? It’s not like people know we’re—” you moved an inch closer checking your surroundings and lowered your voice. “—dating.”

“Yeah, but still, people know you’re his friend, and they’re all afraid of you.”

“No they’re afraid of you.”

“No”

“Yes, that’s why they wanted you expelled because they were too scared of going near Tōru when you were around.” You snickered to yourself at the sheer memory of the chaos that unfolded last year, all due to Oikawas silly little fan girls.

He scoffed. “Yeah right. It’s whatever anyway, they’re scared of you so do something.” He started to push you in the direction of Oikawa. Surely Tōru would get mad at you for this but, it was starting to piss you off the way they were all over him.

Besides, it just so happens you just caught one of them grabbing his bicep.

“Crappykawa.”

At the sound of your voice, Tōru span on his heel. There was no wrath he feared more than yours, Iwaizumis a close second .

“Ah, Y/N. Ahah. To what do I owe the honour.” Oh, so he was trying the flattery game.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes yes, right sorry ladies but I must go!” There was an uproar of “awwwhs” until one girl shouted,

“Why would you listen to her, is she like, your girlfriend?”

Both of your heads span in the direction of the girl, you cheeks burnt with heat, a shocking contrast the the temperature of your body.

“N-no! He just-he-he needs to go he can’t be catching a cold in this weather or else you won’t be able to watch him play!” nice save, you thought to yourself. Now, you had the perfect excuse you grab him by the sleeve and start dragging him inside. Iwaizumi in tow.

You let go of Oikawa when your got the gym, letting him walk inside by himself. You whined and looked at your fingers, they were bright red from the nipping cold outside.

“Tōruuu!” You whined again and reached your hands out to Oikawa. “Please help me warm my hands up.” He grabbed them, span you around and put his hands over your hands in your pockets, warming you up immediately.

He did this a lot, didn’t say a single word but did exactly what you needed.

“Sorry about that Iwa.” Tōrus voice was as bashful as ever.

“No you’re not. Shittykawa, you’re egos too big and they fuel it. If you just told them you were dating someone, especially Y/N they would just leave you alone then I wouldn’t have to half freeze to death. All those girls are mildly afraid of Y/N I don’t see why the hell you can’t just say you’re dating her and have done with it, seriously, it’s almost been a year.”

Iwa made a good point, and a good opening for you to give him a piece of your mind. “Yeah, Tōru why can’t we tell people now? I wanna be able to do this type of stuff wherever not just in private. Also, I’m sick of seeing those girls touching you so much…you are mine after all.”

“You’re both right. I just worry they may try to hurt you and thats just the last thing I want.”

“Pleaseeeee, I can look after myself!” you looked at him, batting your eyelashes in that way you knew he couldn’t resist.

“Fine.”

“Thank GOD.” Iwaizumi span on his heel and left the gym letting the cold winter air flood in, except this time, your boyfriend would protect you from the cold.

Winter.

From now on, you loved it.

© valentoru all rights reserved - do not publish my work on other platforms, plagiarise or translate.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

OKAY HERES A PROMPTT!! bffs to lovers. yn has a crush on levi!!

yn: “Somebody said, if you want to save(?) the moment, you should totally kiss”

PLEASE MAKE LEVI REACT TO IT 😚😚😚

i literally just saw this post on my dash and then not 1 minute later its in my asks LMAO A;LSDKJFKSD

Save the Moment | Modern!AU Fluff Drabble

✧ word count ➼ ~550 ✧ notes ➼ modern!au, mutual pining, bff!levi

The cold, winter air stung on your skin as you leaned over the railing looking into the river, the hum of people chattering and children running around lost in the background of the carnival behind you.

Levi hated these things, but he knew that you loved them and that was enough to get him to drag himself out here.

He hated seeing you stressed, but he knew that he was really the only one that knew how to alleviate it. Having known you since childhood and being your only reliable friend throughout the years, he did feel privileged enough to say that only he was really able to help you truly feel better.

That didn't mean that his hangouts with you were flawless however. Ever since arriving to this local carnival, problems began appearing non-stop. At first you lost your tickets, then every ride you were interested in either had stupidly long lines or were under service, every game that you played ended horribly, and any food you wanted to buy was out of stock. It seemed his plan to get you to destress was backfiring.

He leaned his back on the railing next to you, quietly watching you.

"Sorry this day has been just one shitshow after another," he muttered.

"Yeah," you said with a chuckle. "It really has."

You looked down at the river, your eyes following the tracks on the surface that the ice-skaters during the day had left.

"You know," you spoke up again. "I once heard somebody say 'if you want to save the moment, you should totally kiss'."

Upon Levi's lack of a response, you suddenly realized the implication of what you said, your face flaring up in response.

You glanced over at him and noticed that his body posture had also somewhat tensed.

"Then should we?"

You were not expecting that response.

"Wh-What?!" you shouted unintentionally, internally cringing at how loud you suddenly became.

You glanced over at him and saw that he was looking at you.

"What?" Levi asked, as if he didn't understand why you were reacting the way that you were.

You turned away from him again as your face continued to heat up.

A subtle smirk appeared on his face as he saw how bashful you suddenly got and you immediately frowned when you turned back to him and saw his expression.

"You're a dick."

"Am I?" he asked, tilting his head at you, clearly amused by this interaction.

As aloof as the both of you were, you'd both be lying if you said that you were only best friends. Sure, it might have started off that way, but there was no doubt that it had evolved into something else throughout the years, although you couldn't quite pinpoint what it was yet.

Levi looked away at you and back towards the shitshow that was called the carnival in front of him. He didn't know what was going on between the two of you either, but it didn't matter to him at this point.

All he could think about was that he should take you on these outings more often—and maybe one day follow through with your not-so-innocent comment.

A/N: i have delivered as promised!!!! also now i rly want more carnival levi oneshots/drabbles :(

[bittercape]

2023 fanfic roundup

perhaps the fact that I dreaded writing this roundup really says it all. because this year's stats:

81 fics

176,665 words

Completed projects:

Year of the OTP: 12 works, 30k

Year of Jason and Slade: 12 works, 28k

Whump-/monsterfuck-/winterhawkhoodtober: 31 works, 33k

Exchanges: I don't even know, so many

I've sorted chronologically by fandom, and listed my favourites at the start in case you're looking for a teaspoon rather than a whole bathtub.

author's favourites:

how to get ahead in Gotham

the DC/Discworld crossover someone actually asked for. I'm really happy with this one - it's one of the few fics I took my time with this year, and it's all the better for it. It's a murder mystery (sort of) with Vimes, Sybil and Vetinari in Gotham, and more than anything it's funny. or at least I think it is.

fandoms: DC/Discworld

rating: M

wordcount: 16858

ships: Sybil/Sam, Jason/Slade

it's a horrible morning in Gotham

the soulmate goose fic. I personally thing my writing is best when it's fun, and this one very much is that. it's also a little sad in places, but not more than absolutely necessary.

rating: M

wordcount: 7537

ship: Jason/Slade

the unbearable lightness of bedding

the IKEA fic. this is just comedy from beginning to end, but it was the fic where I figured out Dick's voice and I had a lot of fun with it. also outsider POV on the ship, which I always love to write (and read).

rating: T

wordcount: 2045

ship: Jason/Slade

a bird on the edge of a blade

this one is not all that funny, but I am very pleased with it. featuring my favourite trope murder as a love language. it's what Jason deserves.

rating: T

wordcount: 1261 words

ship: Tim/Jason

cornucopia

back to the comedy, or possibly porn-comedy. in which Jason gets cursed to sprout horns whenever he's horny. it's exactly as silly as it sounds.

rating: E

wordcount: 3078

ship: Jason/Slade

go wherever you go today

I was going to stop at five, but I really am very fond of this tiny little slip of a thing. A slow morning for Natasha.

rating: G

wordcount: 601

ships: none

so! over to the full list:

DC -- series

tell it slant

works: 4

complete: yes

ship: Jason/Slade

with fingers and teeth

works: 2

complete: no

ship: Jason/Slade

blackbird

works: 13

complete: yes

ship: Jason/Slade

(has a little bit of Winter Soldier, but not enough to be a crossover imo)

the kamakura job

works: 3

complete: yes

ship: Jason/Slade

windows of opportunity

works: 7

complete: no

ships: Jason/Slade, Dick/Tim

DC -- oneshots

stuck on a winning streak

rating: T

wordcount: 512

ship: Jason/Slade

paradise at my fingertips

rating: T

wordcount: 1559

ships: Jason/Slade, background Dick/Tim

under your skin (over the moon)

rating: T

wordcount: 1044

ships: Jason/Slade, background Dick/Tim

the unbearable lightness of bedding

rating: T

wordcount: 2045

ship: Jason/Slade

a bird on the edge of a blade

rating: T

wordcount: 1261 words

ship: Tim/Jason

say I'm wrong, make me right

rating: E

wordcount: 3180

ship: Jason/Slade

it's a horrible morning in Gotham

rating: M

wordcount: 7537

ship: Jason/Slade

dulce y fatal

rating: M

wordcount: 1792

ship: Jason/Slade

like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass

rating: E

wordcount: 3357

ship: Jason/Slade

headed straight into the fire

rating: E

wordcount: 1925 words

ship: Jason/Slade

you're how I pray

rating: E

wordcount: 1396 words

ship: Jason/Slade

(choke this love) 'til the veins start to shiver

rating: E

wordcount: 2126

ship: Jason/Slade

that hunger in you

rating: T

wordcount: 1702 words

ship: Jason/Slade

eggs eggs eggs

rating: E

wordcount: 3969

ship: Jason/Slade

living and dying and the stories that are true

rating: T

wordcount: 954

ships: Tim/Dick, Jason/Slade

feel me, completer (down to my core)

rating: E

wordcount: 1546

ships: Jason/Slade

sink your claws in

rating: E

wordcount: 2160

ship: Jason/Slade

cornucopia

rating: E

wordcount: 3078

ship: Jason/Slade

just a shot away from you

rating: E

wordcount: 2649

ship: Jason/Slade

poured a drink all over my wiring

rating: T

wordcount: 910

ship: Jason/Slade

cookies & communication

rating: E

wordcount: 2218

ship: Jason/Slade

the snowball effect

rating: E

wordcount: 1428

ship: Dick/Jason

warm like a gun

rating: E

wordcount: 1690

ship: Jason/Slade

Marvel

sub rosa

rating: T

wordcount: 2542

ship: Bucky/Clint

make you feel whole

rating: G

wordcount: 574

ship: Bucky/Clint

the path, it just ain't clear

rating: T

wordcount: 4937

ship: Bucky/Clint

winterhawk bingo drabbles

rating: M

wordcount: 596

ship: Bucky/Clint

go wherever you go today

rating: G

wordcount: 601

ships: none

the Berlin exception

rating: T

wordcount: 3021

ship: Bucky/Clint

Crossovers -- series

barter economy

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating: E

works: 2

ships: Jason/Slade, Dick/Tim, Bucky/Clint

complete: no

snow on the beach

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating: E

works: 15

ships: Bucky/Clint/Jason

complete: no (missing a rather crucial bit of porn)

marvelbats

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating:

works: 2

ships: Tony/Roy, Steve/Jason

complete: no

Crossovers -- oneshots

of people wrapped up tight in things that will kill them

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating:

wordcount:

ships: Bucky/Clint/Jason, complete (strictly speaking whumptober 2022, but was completed in march 23

how to get ahead in Gotham

fandoms: DC/Discworld

rating: M

wordcount: 16858

ships: Sybil/Sam, Jason/Slade

coming night

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating: E

wordcount: 4790

ships: Tim/Venom, Roy/Jason, Clint/Dick

coddled, not shirred

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating: E

wordcount: 4790

ship: Eddie/Jason/Venom

Others

effanineffable

fandom: Discworld

rating: G

wordcount: 1433

ships: none

This madness has only been possible thanks to my magnificent beta and partner in crime @mightymightygnomepriest, who genuinely has the patience of a saint. Thank you so much, darling Rach. I promise I will slow down next year.

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Heyy, can you do a fic, where Batman and Robin are driving through Gotham, relax and talk about life, while they get something to eat? Something cosy for a chill night story?

Oneshot

words: 1220

because you didnt specify, i picked Dick as Robin for this oneshot

Note: Dick is around 13 years old, takes place somewhere during the start of YJ S1.

Dick Grayson had an awful day at school. He nearly fell asleep during history class which luckily noone noticed but still he hated it, trying to keep his eyes open when all he wanted was to sleep for a full 24 hours, after that he slept through his lunch break and froze off his toes in the cold January weather while he tried to perform in a football game.

Normally, Dick was excited when Bruce came home because it meant that he would get to either do some training or go on patrol very soon. Tonight, he was sitting on the living room floor, laying on his English exercise book on the couch table and wanted to stay inside for the rest of his life time. Or at least until the snow started to melt.

Bruce entered the house and hanged his coat to dry next to the door. He made his way into the living room were he spotted Dick laying on his textbooks. "Are you trying to do or to crush your homework?" He asked smiling. Dick huffed and buried his face deeper into his arms.

"That bad?" Bruce's tone changed into a more concerned one as he approach Dick and sat down on the couch next to the boy. Dick grumbled something inaudible into his sweater sleeve.

"Come on, you have to talk to me. You are clearly not feeling the aster." Bruce said with a half-smirk. Dick groaned and lifted his head. "Im feeling the dis-aster." He groaned. Bruce leaned foreward and took a glance at Dick's textbook. "Shakespear, i see. That definitly is a disaster. What have you got so far?" He asked.

"The 'eye of heaven' is the sun." Dick grumbled. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day." Bruce said dramatic. "I see." "I'll just google it." Dick mumbled and buried his head back into his arms. Bruce nudged Dick playfully. "Richard Grayson, i will pretend that i didn't hear that." He scolded him playfully.

Dick giggled and sat up to nudge Bruce back. Bruce parried the attack of the boy gently. Dick sat down next to him. "Do you want to go for a ride and eat some unhealthy food?" Bruce suggested. Dick smiled widely. "Yes please." Bruce got up and waved for him to come with him. "Come on, before Alfred catches us and forces nutritional dense food on us."

Dick smiled and followed Bruce, he swiftly put on his winter boots and his jacket. Bruce also put his coat back on and they headed into the garage to get into the car. The boy sat down on the passenger seat and put his seat belt on excisted.



Dick was eating some fries when Bruce pulled back on the street. They sat in silence until now but as Bruce drove through the streets he finally broke the silence. "So, is it only Shakespear that annoyed you today or did something else happen?"

Dick shrugged as an answer. "I don't know, today was just... mid." School was boring and we had PE outside and i was tired. It was all... okay." Bruce nodded while he sipped his coke. "I see. Want to talk about it?" He offered. Dick swallowed some fries he was munching on. He shook his head. "Not really. Just forget about it." He grumbled, the lights of Gotham passed by outside as Bruce drove outside of the city.

"Are we going on patrol later?" Dick asked. Bruce leaned back into his seat, holding the steering wheel with one hand. "If you want but i wouldn't mind when you stay in tonight and catch up on some sleep." Dick nodded and shrugged. "I don't know." Bruce smiled over at him. "You can still decide when we get home, you look like you could use a night off."

Dick sighed. "Do you think i can stay Robin forever?" He asked hesitantly. Bruce was not too shocked by the question, Wonder Woman brought the topic up a few times before.

"If you want, you can stay Robin forever." He answered. Dick nodded pensive as he looked out of the window. "If you ever want to become another alter ego, you can, of course. But you can always stay my partner." Bruce added. Dick smiled down on his milkshake before he took another sip.

"But don't you even dare calling yourself 'Captain Obvious', in that case i will have to end our partnership." Dick laughed. "It was Wally's idea, i swear." He argued. Bruce shook his head unbelieving but smiled a little. "That boy is full of bad ideas. Who even brought that topic up?"

"It's just... it was M'gann. She asked what connects us. I'm sure she didn't mean it but.... yeah." Dick said, Bruce could hear the sorrow in his voice. "Because our costumes have nothing in common."

Bruce huffed. "M'gann is still learning about earth." Dick shrugged. "I always thought people would know we belong together. We complement eachother perfect." He grumbled. "That's true. Well, at least all the villains we arrested know we are a team." Dick chuckled at Bruce's response.

"Do you like the team so far?" Bruce asked curiously. Dick nodded. "Yeah, it's amazing. Im excited to go on real missions with them. Although, Superboy doesn't really like the aster." Bruce chuckled. "I think he just doesn't get it." He answered. "He is also just getting used to earth. And also to your humour."

Dick nodded smiling. "Yeah, took you a while too." Bruce pretended to gasp dramatic. "I am outraged, although, you are probably right. You were a handful when i first took you in. You still are." Bruce chuckled.

"What did you hate most about me?" Dick asked straight away. Bruce huffed. "I took you in, i loved you. Although, you leaving all your stuff around in the manor probably put some stress on Alfred." Dick laughed. "Yeah, maybe." "You still leave your shoes everywhere." Bruce teased Dick.

Dick chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah... it is so i can.. ugh... for a top secret reason." Dick said and nodded fast. Bruce laughed. "Of course it is."

"Would you adopt another kid?" Dick asked between eating more fries. Bruce looked on the street thoughtful and stole a fries from Dick before answering. "Maybe. I never thought about adopting a kid when i took you in but i didn't regret you for a second. Maybe, if it happens. Would you like a sibling?"

Dick thought about it a moment. "I don't know. I never had a sibling before, i was always the only child. I like that it is only you and me for now. Maybe one day." Bruce nodded solemnly. "Sounds good." "What did you like most about taking me in?" Dick asked curiously.

Bruce thought for a moment before he smiled to himself. "I was very fond of your 'hug attacks'." Dick laughed in response. "You haven't done that in a while, how come?" Bruce asked. "I thought i was getting too heavy for it. I could probably knock you over." He admited sheepishly.

Bruce smirked. "Nothing, can knock over The Batman." Dick nodded slowly. "So... can i do it?" He asked. "Always, even when you are taller than me." Bruce answered quickly. Dick smirked. "I will attack you when you least expect it, Bossman."

[footprintsinthesxnd]

So I’ve been off all week from work and resting up at home after a procedure and so I’ve been back on the Band of Brothers train. I’m currently writing a Winters fic that I’ve had in my ask box for a while but then I’d really like to get back into writing more for BoB.

So my question is would people like me to start writing again for one of my two BoB OCs, or take oneshot requests for the BoB boy.

Lois Drake - English SOE who’s paired with Dick Winters

Florence Lark - English SOE who’s paired with David Webster

If it’s for one of the OCs then I might rewrite the stories I already have half finished etc depending on how interested you guys are in me writing OCs.

Or would we all like a new BoB oc to start a fresh. I have so many ideas for ocs so this option is also absolutely possible depending on what people would like.

Tagging my mutuals to start it off: @mads-weasley @georgieluz @blueberry-ovaries @blurredcolour @xxluckystrike @ronsenthal @bucky32557038ww2 @samwinchesterslostshoe @hesbuckcompton-baby @iceman-kazansky @yeahcurrahhe-e @msmercury84 @blvestxr @dustyjumpwjngs @theflyingfin @jump-wings @kafka-ohdear @kmc1989 @docroesmorphine @liptonsbabe @heystovepipeboys @ithinkabouttzu