#hannah writes blurbs

[alessiasfreckles]

could you do kiss roulette #35 with leah pls?

wasting time - leah williamson x reader

35. a kiss against a wall

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You were furious.

You'd received a yellow card for time wasting, your second one of the night after receiving one for fouling someone in the first half of the game. Even you could admit that the first card was fair, but the second one was absolute bullshit - it was the 50th minute, for god's sake, and you were 1-0 up, why would you be time-wasting?

The ref didn't want to hear it though, and sent you off with a whistle.

You stormed down the hallway to the changing room, hands clenched in tight fists. You could still hear the roar of the crowd behind you, protesting your being sent off, as well as raised voices from your teammates and Jonas.

Leah had been watching from the bench, having to sit out the game due to a twinge in her knee.

"What the fuck?" she murmured as the ref held up the red card towards you. You were not a player known for getting carded, if anything, this was your first red card in your entire history at Arsenal. She watched your brows furrow in confusion, and then your face fall as you realised you were being sent off. When you stormed off the pitch and into the tunnel, she could see your eyes glistening.

You ended up running the rest of the short distance to the changing room, needing to let out some of the angry energy that was overflowing inside you. Once you were in the changing room, you grabbed your hoodie from your cubby, balled it up in your hands, brought it up to your mouth and screamed into it, as loudly as you could.

It helped, a little.

You were still so angry, though. And so... upset. It felt like an insult to your integrity as a player. You sat down on the bench for a few seconds before standing up again, too restless to stay still.

The door opened with a soft click, catching your attention. You looked over to see Leah poking her head around the door, a concerned look on her face.

"Can I come in?" she asked, waiting for you to give her the all clear. When you nodded, she came in and closed the door gently behind her. "Are you okay?"

You started to nod, and then sighed. "Not really. I'm pissed off. And sad, about the card and about missing the rest of the game."

Leah bit her lip, still stood near the door. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I dunno. I just- it's just not fair! I didn't deserve another yellow, I wasn't time-wasting!" you said, words pouring out now that you'd started talking. "And, like, I feel like I'm not the kind of player who does stuff like that. This is my first red card at Arsenal! I don't need to resort to things like time-wasting to fucking win, you know?"

You were pacing around the changing room by this point, working yourself up again. Your hands were clenched, and it broke Leah's heart to see you so upset and angry. She watched you pace, unsure whether to let you ride out your frustration or to intervene.

"Now people are going to think I'm that kind of player, and I'm going to have a red card in my playing stats this season, and-"

You were cut off by Leah grabbing you and pushing you against the cool stone wall, kissing you fiercely. Any angry thoughts you'd had quickly melted away as her lips moved against yours, too distracted by the feeling to think about anything else.

It was over just as quickly as it had started, Leah pulling away from you. Her hands were still on your shoulders, pushing you against the wall, and her eyes were wide. She bit her lip nervously as she watched for your reaction.

“So, all this time I just had to get a red card for you to kiss me, huh?”

[gojonanami]

will literally give you pieces of my liver to use in a blood ritual in exchange for you to take care of yourself and be proud of your work 😤🫶🏻

-tearrings <3

fdsjkndk you're very very sweet - i was thinking about you today?? did i manifest you?? hahaha i'll have to add it to my collection once i accomplish your goals for me. i'm tryingggg its hard lmao

i love you though <3333

[returnofeternity]

one of the top five nat writers of our generation fr — would you be willing to write a continuation of that blurb about reader finding her in the meeting place? navigating camp with the new gunwielding queen, winter’s oncoming sting, etc? the more hurt/comfort + undying devotion to protect one and other the better

biggest compliment ever thank you :D i feel like i should wait til the finale tomorrow but im so excited and i know im gonna write something either way so. sorry if it's too short im sure my post-finale thoughts will be longer ^^

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leaving off from the last blurb, thinking about staying there almost all night, at least until you can because the snow starts getting really cold, and feeling that hope bubble back after finding out misty has the transponder.

you almost start crying again when misty tells you that it could work, that she could signal for help. both you and nat are kneeling by misty, intently watching as she tinkers with it. holding nat's hand while whispering to her about how that dream of taking her to your cousin's record shop that was supposed to open up after nationals could be reality :(

walking back silently after nat decides it's too risky to stay out late, just rubbing her thumb on yours to calm yourself down because you still have to deal with shauna. and god, winter. all you can think about is how there's bound to be another hunt and how there's a chance nat could get picked, how there's a chance you could get picked. just as you see the faint sparks of a fire back at camp, you pull nat to the side and grab the sides of her arms.

"it's a horrible idea because we have shauna to deal with, but what if we run away?" you shake your head as nat opens her mouth, ready to object because yes, it is a horrible idea, but you can't stomach the thought of going through another hunt. "ben survived. what if we could? we-we could gather as many supplies as we can, hide them somewhere until we have what we need."

nat clenches her jaw, thinking the same thing as you. about how she doesn't want to go through another hunt. but it's too risky to run away with shauna as the new so-called leader. knowing her luck, she'd catch you and make things even worse. she doesn't even want to think about what shauna would make her do to you.

"we can't." nat's lip quivers at your crestfallen expression. she picks up your hanging head with her hands, her thumb rubbing your bottom lip. "you know we can't. let's just wait until tomorrow to do anything. we still have misty and the transponder. we have hope."

and she knows just how to make things better, even just for a second.

just thinking of that immediate dread you get in your stomach when you wake up to the ground being covered in snow. god. angst if nat wakes up first, the screams of shauna when she found jackie in her mind when she opens her eyes and looks at you :( her breath catches in her throat as she analyzes your body, heart sinking when she doesn't see any movement. just as she raises her hand to shake you, you roll over to face her, and she just lets out the biggest breath, tears in her eyes as she looks at you.

dressing her in winter clothes that you still have stored from last winter, the only plus of all this is seeing her in that headband again and her cheeks being all squished up as you make sure she's all covered up.

the two of you making eye contact with hannah as she comes out of shauna's hut, feeling betrayal and sadness. you wanna know why she did it. kodi didn't seem too bad. maybe a fuckin' jerk, but he could've gotten you out of here. you wanna run up to her and ask why, shake her repeatedly and tell her that she ruined everything, that shauna will turn her back on her as soon as she deems it fit.

god, and with tai and van rigging the whole card pull, thinking about two scenarios. one where they rig it so hannah gets it, but nat, who is so fucking kind, switches clothes with her midhunt. of course you're right there next to her as she runs after hannah, the girls' screams not far behind, telling her that this is a stupid idea, that she should just let hannah die because the wilderness chose, even if you don't believe in that shit. you just want your girlfriend safe. you want her alive. it was horrible enough after the last card pull. maybe you get caught in the crossfire when the girls pull up on 'hannah,' all your devotion for nat and the adrenaline you feel as they corner her making you get in front of her as someone goes to strike their spear in her chest, only, it goes through your chest, not nat's.

the second scenario, sorry to say, you still end up dying. maybe you were in on the whole rigging and begged van to make it so you and nat don't get picked. she could understand, right? she has taissa, and you have nat. she agrees, but maybe something, the wilderness maybe, didn't like this idea. or maybe van betrayed you because she was scared of Something retaliating against her for rigging it. you miss the pitiful look she gives you as you pull your card, the only thing on your mind being nat's safety. you smile and sigh the biggest sigh when nat shows her card and it's an ace. she feels her whole world crumble when you show yours and it's the queen. maybe something even angstier where you don't want a hunt, you want nat to be the one to kill you, even if it kills her to do it. the second shauna objects, because she wants a fucking hunt, nat steps up after telling you no. she'd rather do that than have shauna be the one to get you instead.

[carolmunson]

the boy is mine | masterlist

an ongoing collection of ficlets and blurbs by writers of the eddie munson x reader fandom using the same prompt. if you wanna take a crack at it, the guidlines are here!

the boy is mine (luna's edition) by @abibliophobiaa the boy is mine (bluey's version) by @blueywrites the boy is mine (bug's edition) by @munson-blurbs the boy is mine (jo's edition) by @jo-harrington the boy is mine (gab's edition) by @vvitchwords the boy is mine (powder's version) by @powderblueblood the boy is mine (leah's edition) by @eiightysixbaby the boy is mine (taylor's version edition) by @superblysubpar the boy is mine (ziggy's edition) by @trashmouth-richie the boy is mine (roe's version) by @hellfire--cult the boy is mine (amy's edition) by @rehfan the boy is mine (dalia's edition) by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple the boy is mine (cheese's edition) by @br0ck-eddie the boy is mine (hannah's edition) by @writinginthetwilight the boy is mine (amy's edition) by @bangaveragewhitewine the boy is mine (claudia's edition) by @jamdoughnutmagician the boy is mine (v's version) by @lonelysatellites the boy is mine (red's version) by @corroded-hellfire the boy is mine (h's version) by @be-ready-when-i-say-go the boy is mine (the wheels edition) by @wheels-of-despair the boy is mine (emmy's edition) by @upsidedownwithsteve the boy is mine (kittie's edition) by @mrsjellymunson the boy is mine (rose's edition) by @rosebudsgarden the boy is mine (viv's version) by @vivwritescrappythings the boy is mine (z's edition) by @uglypastels

the boy is mine (shiv's version) by @justmyheart the boy is mine (iona's version) by @eddiethefreakkmunson the boy is mine (hope's version) by @hopeluna the boy is mine (eddiessluttywaist's edition) by @eddiessluttywaist the boy is mine (chloe's version) by @doomsdaybby the boy is mine (meg's version) by @courtingchaos the boy is mine (betty's edition) by @bettyfrommars the boy is mine (icallhimjoey's edition) by @icallhimjoey (rpf edition) the boy is mine (carol's edition) by @carolmunson the boy is mine (belle's edition) by @angelgirlworld222 the boy is mine (jade's edition) by @jadewritesficshere the boy is mine (hannah's edition) by @rip-quizilla the boy is mine (manda's version) by @manda-panda-monium-writes the boy is mine (desi's edition) by @lilmissdoomandgloomfics the boy is mine (hdyagimr's version) by @howdidyouallgetinmyroom the boy is mine (mar's edition) by @serasvictoria the boy is mine (sienna's version) by @belokhvostikova the boy is mine (call-me-eds edition) by @call-me-eds

[underoospeterparker]

Sirius KNOWS he’s fine. He knows it and he knows all his fan girls and groupies are constantly just humping his leg but he makes sure reader knows she’ll always be his no.1

I was scavenging through my filled up inbox and found this - I can't remember if this was a prompt or just a thought but I decided to write a baby blurb for us girlies!!!

~0.25k words

You tug on Sirius's arm, frown playing on your lips, something akin to a pout jutting your lower lip out. Your boyfriend turns, ignoring the two girls clinging to his other arm and his smile softens into something more affectionate.

Sirius leans in closer to your ear, having to bend down to reach your ear. "What's up, baby? Wanna go home?" His voice is soft, breathing down your neck, making you shiver a little, to which he grins widely.

Nodding, you lean up to press a kiss under his jaw. "If you're ready," you murmur softly.

A laugh bubbles from Sirius. "You were just pouting at me a minute ago, and now you're acting all shy, hm?"

One of the girls on Sirius's arm - You think her name is Hannah something or the other, as she'd proudly declared to him at the beginning of the night, to which Sirius had given her a polite smile but his eyes had flickered to you after, like 'Get a load of her!' - lets out a whine of discontent as his attention stays on you.

Sirius slowly turns his head, untangling his arm from her grasp. "Sorry, ladies," he says rather cheekily, "My girl wants to hang out with me." He moves to wrap an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple, then murmurs against the side of your head, so soft so only you can hear: "How lucky did I get, huh?"

[chvoswxtch]

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I am so in love with a really bad day. Like it’s an all time favorite, I’ve picked up my phone and specifically sought it out at least twenty or thirty times. Something about that particular flavor of angst, with Matt pushing you too far, just scratches an itch for me. At the end of a long day, usually an emotional day, it’s exactly what I need for a good hard cry. 💕♥️💕

Could I please get a thriller for it? Anything at all! (Though if you need inspiration, maybe the morning after?)

that makes my heart so happy 🥺 I remember being so nervous to write that one bc I wanted to get it right and find that balance and do it all respectfully and i'm so happy you love it and keep coming back to it

I ran with your idea of the morning after, and bc that one was so heavy and angsty, I made this one super light and fluffy, so you get the best of both worlds (*cue the hannah montana soundtrack*)

blurb below the cut

atonement starring matt murdock

Matt was awake, but he didn’t want to move. Not yet. The soft bare skin of your chest was warm against his cheek, your heartbeat was amplified, thumping steadily right under his ear, and your fingers were gently carding through his hair, your nails occasionally scratching at his scalp. He knew his body weight was probably crushing you laying on top of you like this, but you didn’t make any move to move him. You didn’t sound like you were struggling to breathe. And even if he did try to move, he couldn’t. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your arms were around his shoulders. 

He wasn’t going anywhere.

He was able to block everything else out. All the noise from the outside, the voices of his neighbors, the buzz of electricity in the building, the rumble of the nearby subway station, all of it. Instead he focused on you. On the warmth of your soft skin, your scent intermingled with his, the ruffle of your fingers gliding through his messy hair, and one of your fingertips lightly tracing the raised skin of one of the scars on his back. It sent a tingle down his spine, and he nuzzled his face into your neck.

The action made you hug him tighter to your chest, and he could feel your lips pressing against his head before your gentle voice whispered in the silence.

��Hi.”

He let out a deep exhale through his nose, and his voice that was rough with sleep was low and quiet.

“Hi.”

You waited a moment before speaking again.

“How are you feeling?”

“I should be asking you that.”

You could already hear the self deprecation in his voice, so you moved your hand to tap your index finger against his nose, which made him scrunch it up. The way he reacted made you let out a soft laugh, and that sound made warmth spread throughout his body.

“I asked you first.”

Turning his head slightly, Matt’s sightless gaze became fixed in your general direction, and creases of confusion nestled between his brows.

“Did you just boop my nose?”

“And I’ll do it again.”

Even if he couldn’t sense the smile spreading across your lips, he could hear the lilt of it in your voice, and it caused an involuntary smile of his own. The sight of his tiny smile made you grin, and you cupped his face gently in your hands as you gazed at him.

“There you are.”

Your soft whisper eased some of his lingering guilt from last night, and he closed his eyes for a moment, letting out another deep exhale as he melted into your touch, nuzzling his face into your palm and pressing a soft kiss to your wrist.

“You know, if you wanna make it up to me, I’ll accept offerings.”

Matt could hear the playful tone in your voice, and he let out a deep chuckle of amusement.

“Oh yeah? And what are these offerings that’ll buy my forgiveness?”

“Coffee is at the top of the list.”

“Of course it is. What else?”

Letting out a soft hum, you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Chocolate chip pancakes. With strawberries.”

Matt arched one of his dark brows as he blankly gazed in your direction, a faint smirk at the edge of his mouth.

“Anything else?”

“I think it would soften my emotional burden if you did all of this naked.”

Matt let out a snort and a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, which made you laugh in return. He dropped his head to press his forehead against your shoulder, and you could feel his body shake with laughter, which only made you laugh harder.

“C’mon, how many people can say they wake up to the Devil of Hell’s kitchen bringing them coffee and breakfast in bed, naked? I’m taking full advantage of this.”

Matt brushed his lips against yours with a grin, shaking his head.

“You’re not gonna make me throw the cowl on, are you?”

A wicked grin stretched across your lips as you looked up at him.

“Well, now that you mention it…”

[sansaorgana]

Hello love! I simply adore your writing and I was wondering if I could get a Gale Cleven x reader who's dealing with infertility? Probably something angsty? If not, that's totally fine. I'm just having a bit of a rough day :/

hi, sweetheart! 🥺 I'm sorry that you're having a rough day... I am trying to write these stories chronologically but I decided to write this one today so you don't have to wait too long 😊 btw I know that we treat Buck as a fictional character here but as far as I am concerned, real Buck Cleven never had children – at least I've never seen them mentioned anywhere like Bucky's daughters or Crosby's kids 🤔

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

You didn’t want to go there at all but you knew that you should leave the house finally for your own mental health. Buck was looking worried about you, too, and you wanted to show him that you were slowly getting better after your last miscarriage. But the truth was that some part of you was dying with each one of them.

For the first time it had been sad but not devastating yet – it was common to happen after all. Second time had started to make you worry. Third and fourth had only been a confirmation of your fear – you wouldn’t give your husband a child and you wouldn’t become a mother unless someone comes up with a magical cure.

Your best friend Eva was the only person who had known about it and she was as worried as Buck was. When one of your and Eva’s friends, Nancy, had decided to throw a tea party, Eva insisted on taking you there. So you dressed up and let her take you in her car as Buck watched from the window with a faint smile.

Eva was an independent woman. After her husband’s death in the war she decided not to marry again. She got her own car and managed most things on her own. She was a wild and free spirit and she never wanted to have children so as much as you appreciated her effort to help you – you knew that she would never fully understand your struggle.

The tea party took place at Nancy’s house. There were a few other women and you all sat by the table and sipped on the warm beverage from the china set Nancy had gotten for her wedding. She looked excited and her eyes were sparkling all the time as she was smiling widely. Eventually, you found out the reason behind that.

“So, I wanted you all to come here because… Because I have something to tell you, girls,” she giggled and all the women looked at her, curiously.

You felt a knot forming in your stomach. You already felt what it was.

“I’m pregnant!” She announced and everyone cheered. You did too, forcing a smile. Eva’s hand found yours under the table and squeezed yours to show you a silent support.

You felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You got angry at Eva for convincing you to come here but it wasn’t her fault after all, she couldn’t know… You looked around and realised that all other women in the room had children already or were pregnant. Except for you and Eva but she didn’t count since she didn’t want to become a mother anyway.

But the worst hadn’t happened yet.

“Now it’s (Y/N)’s turn,” Nancy smiled at you and you put the cup down with a shaky hand.

“Stop pushing her,” Eva reacted immediately.

“Don’t be like this, Eva. You hope she will never be a mother so you won’t be alone in this,” Nancy’s sister, Hannah, snapped at her.

“We don’t really think about having children, Buck and I,” you smiled nervously and the women looked at each other.

“My husband didn’t want them either but I convinced him,” Janis grinned at you, thinking that her words were in any way helpful.

“We just don’t…” you started and your voice broke. Eva jumped in the conversation quickly.

“Stop pushing her!” She insisted angrily.

“I’m only saying, he can wait but she cannot,” Nancy shrugged her arms.

You didn’t want to make a scene and leave after that so you only pretended to be more interested with the piece of cake on your plate although swallowing it was extremely difficult with a gulp in your throat. You waited about half an hour before nodding at Eva discreetly.

“It’s time for us,” she stood up and grabbed her purse. “I promised Buck to take her back home by eight.”

“These officers, they are all about discipline,” you chuckled while excusing yourself and picked your purse up as well. “Can’t have my Major waiting too long.”

You left the house as fast as possible and waited for Eva by her car.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she told you when she finally joined you. “I had no idea.”

“Let’s not… Let’s not talk about it, alright?” You sniffed back the tears and she nodded, furrowing her eyebrows at you but respecting your wish to stay silent.

In fact, you both remained silent for the whole ride home and she only kissed your cheek when she parked by your lawn and you jumped out of the car to go back inside and hide from the world.

Buck was in the living room, crouching down next to the TV set with a screwdriver in his hand as he worked on some adjustments. You smiled through the tears and leaned on the wall, shyly.

“You’re back already?” He mumbled without looking up.

“Yeah, it was no fun,” you answered. “What are you on about again, Buck?”

“The signal keeps being bad, I can fix that, I think,” he explained.

“Just don’t hurt yourself and, most importantly, don’t break the TV,” you sighed, trying to be in a playful and teasing mood but it was difficult, especially while seeing him – the man you loved… whom you couldn’t give a child.

You burst into tears all of sudden and Buck looked up, worryingly.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He put the screwdriver down and approached you as quickly as possible to put his hands on your shoulders.

“Nancy… She… She’s pregnant,” you told him and he sighed before pulling you closer and pressing your face to his chest.

“I’m sorry, darling…” He rubbed your back, not knowing what to say.

“And she asked about us not having a baby of our own…” You tugged on his shirt.

“That is none of that woman’s business why we don’t have a baby of our own,” you heard Buck’s voice getting more stern and angry.

“I know… I told her we don’t want babies… I didn’t know what else to say…” You explained.

“It’s alright,” he shushed you and kissed the top of your head.

“No, it’s not…” You looked up with your wet eyes and makeup running down your face. You could see the pain on his face from witnessing you this way and you hated to bring him sadness, too, but you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. “She said you have time but I am running out of it.”

Buck’s jaw clenched at the words. He hated when anyone was hurting you either with words or actions – no matter if it was a man or woman.

“Nancy’s never been a bright girl, you know that, baby?” He cupped your wet cheeks and leaned in closer to your face. You nodded, unsurely. “Girls like her only care about keeping a husband at home and showing off in town.”

“But I care about keeping a husband, too,” you gasped.

Buck sighed and shook his head, looking for the right words.

“Come here, baby,” he lowered his hands to hold yours as he led you on the sofa and sat you on his lap. You threw your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer by your hip and thigh. “How many times do I have to tell you, sweetheart, that you’re all I want? Only you,” he pecked your lips softly. “You make me the happiest already. Having a baby with you would be only an addition, it’s already perfect the way it is. If we have a baby, I’ll be happy. But if we don’t, I’ll be just as much satisfied,” he explained to you. “And I won’t let anyone say bad things about my beautiful and wonderful wife.”

“Buck…” Your lower lips trembled. “It brings me comfort to know you don’t really care about it but…”

“It’s not that I don’t care. Don’t say that,” he interrupted you. “I care.”

“I know, I’m sorry… But I want this baby. I want to have a baby with you more than anything in the world. I am glad you’ll be as happy without it but I don’t think I will be…” You looked down, ashamed of your confession.

Buck stayed silent for a while, caressing you and keeping you close as he rested his chin on your head and sighed.

“I know, my sweet girl, you just want a baby to love and take care of, right?”

“Yes…” You nodded. “And… And I hate how jealous I get when I see other women with babies or being pregnant. It brings the worst out of me and I don’t like this version of me.”

“Shh, hey, love, there are lots of babies out there who want a mummy to love them and take care of them just as much, you know?” He asked in a soft whisper and you looked up at him.

“What are you suggesting? That we should adopt?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Only if you want to,” he nodded and raised his hand to caress your head gently. “I want you to be happy, darling. That’s all I want, nothing else. I hate to see you so sad all the time,” he confessed and smiled sadly.

“It would be lovely to adopt a baby but I’m scared it won’t be the same… Because I want to have your baby, Gale… Ours,” you fixed yourself.

“You know that I’d do everything to make your dream come true, I really would. But some things… They’re just impossible to happen sometimes, you know that, baby?” Buck kissed your forehead. “We can keep trying and trying but it kills me to see you getting even sadder each time it happens.”

You only hummed to yourself and squeezed him tighter. A decision to adopt a baby couldn’t be made in the heat of the moment, you had to think about it more thoroughly. But your husband had a point. You also hated to make him worried so much about you and the fact that he himself would be as happy without having a child with you was bringing you lots of comfort. It would be way worse if he wanted this baby more than anything else.

“I have to heal after the recent loss first,” you whispered to him after a while, “and then we’ll talk about it again, how about that?”

“Sounds about right,” Buck caressed your cheeks with his thumbs and leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[graciegoeskrazy]

would you mind writing dad!Matty’s reaction to girly turning 18? like maybe him tearing up and she’s lightly poking fun at him while tearing up herself. I love your writing btw!!

warnings: fluff, cute tears!, singular mention of teen pregnancy, mentioned that r has brunette/black curls

a/n: blurbs r back! nothing serious, just something cute and sweet I wrote tonight (this was requested April 4th 2024 and I am immensely sorry🧍���♀️)

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18 years. 18 glorious, horrifying, amazing, challenging, sleepless, wonderful years. Matty told himself he wouldn’t shed a single tear on your birthday - not in front of you, and certainly not in front of the boys - but George caught him wiping away tears with the sleeve of his hoodie while wrapping presents and setting up a few decorations in the kitchen after he kissed you goodnight and sent you to bed.

“You doing alright over there?” George asked, not unkindly. He didn’t want to tease too much. Hell, he was feeling it too. But he still couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sight of Matty getting all misty-eyed over pink candles and sparkly wrapping paper.

“Allergies,” Matty muttered, voice low and not even slightly convincing.

“Mhm, I bet. I got them too,” George replied with a pat on the back before heading up the stairs.

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You woke up early - earlier than usual - and wasted no time heading downstairs. 18 wasn’t necessarily a birthday you had completely romanticized, but it was still exciting. Something about it felt important. Like it marked the start of a new chapter. Especially knowing your whole family was ready and waiting to greet you that morning.

George was the first you saw, bright and smiley as always when he saw you. “Is that the birthday girl I see? A whole eighteen-year-old?”

“Tis I,” you said dramatically, and he immediately swept you up into a tight hug, lifting you from your spot on the stairs and spinning you just enough to make you groan.

“George! I’m too old for this!”

“Nah. Never too old to be picked up by your favorite uncle,” he grinned, setting you down gently and ruffling your hair.

You made your way through a barely-conscious Adam and Ross, who were both cradling mugs of coffee like lifelines.

When you reached the other side of the room and stepped into the kitchen, that’s where you found your father. Arms crossed, dark curls matching yours, eyes suspiciously shiny.

“Oh, God. Don’t start,” you said immediately, already cringing.

“What! I didn’t do anything,” he insisted, voice breaking on the last syllable.

You laughed and launched yourself into him before he could get any worse. He caught you, arms wrapping tight around you like he still couldn’t believe you were real.

You stayed like that for a little while, tucked into his chest, swaying slightly like he didn’t want to let go.

“You’re so old, you know that? Adult daughter now and all…” you mumbled into his shirt.

He scoffed, “I just turned 36, Y/n.”

“Old,” you teased.

“Hey, isn’t it funny how Y/n’s the exact age Matty was when he had her?” Ross said suddenly, voice too loud in the quiet warmth of the kitchen.

The room went silent. You coughed awkwardly.

“Yes, Ross. What an interesting comparison,” you deadpanned.

Matty gave you a pointed look. “Don’t get pregnant.”

“Hadn’t planned on it,” you said, grimacing. “I’m not even dating anyone.”

“And neither was your father when you came along!” George added brightly, before Matty slapped a hand over his mouth mid-sentence.

“Jesus Christ, George,” he muttered, trying to hide his laugh.

George winked at you anyway, and you smiled.

...

You fell asleep against your father’s side that night, watching Hannah Montana: The Movie for what had to be the fiftieth time. The big party with friends could wait. For now, all you wanted was a quiet night in, junk food wrappers on the coffee table, cozy blankets in a nest around you, and your dad’s heartbeat steady against your ear.

“Hey,” he whispered gently, voice half-asleep himself. “Why don’t we get you in bed before you pass out for real, yeah?”

He went to sit up and pull away the comforters you had dragged from both your own bed and his, but you just groaned in protest and clung tighter to his arm.

“Nooooooooo. Just stay. Don’t wanna leave yet.”

He smiled softly, brushing your curls out of your face as you burrowed further into his side.

“Alright, baby. Whatever you say.”

He stayed there another hour, even after you started snoring softly. The TV played the Hoedown Throwdown for the second time, but he didn’t move. Didn’t want to.

Eventually, he gave in and let sleep take him too - still curled up on the couch, your messy mop of curls pressed into his cheek, your breath warm against his neck.

He woke up to sunlight pouring in through the curtains, your limbs tangled with his, and the undeniable thought that no matter how old you got, you’d always be his little girl.

[ladylooch]

Hope - [Mack x David]

A/N: I’m an actual asshole for this one. But if it makes you feel better, I wanted to throw up writing this. So… well… actually why would that make you feel better??? Um, head the warnings on this one.

Request: Mack has a cancer scare. This is so heartbreaking, poor Davey would be understandably triggered af! Would you be willing to expand on the whole thought you had? Mack's thoughts as its first told to her, the conversation with David, the heartbreak, and of course the happy ending with it being benign.

Warnings: heave themes of cancer, grief, death, a lot of angst of the unknown, and trauma from death.

Word Count: 5.4k (write a blurb for once, B 🥸)

Springsteen by Eric Church blasts through the stereo of David’s handed down Chevy as it rumbles down the county road that leads to his family farm. School is almost out for the summer and David can’t wait to be free from Biology and World History for good. He will gladly trade it all for a tractor, some hard labor, and warm summer nights with Hannah in the field. His phone dings with a text. He taps at the screen seeing it’s from his mom. He ignores her ask of where he is. She’ll see him in under two minutes.

David turns onto his family’s road with one hand on the wheel, rolling in past the small sign on a post advertising the Carlson Family farm. It’s shitty, weathered plywood that blows over in every storm, but his dad keeps putting it back up, much to the teasing of David’s mom. 

“When ya gonna give up on that sign, Chuck?” His mom pokes at him when he comes in from fixing it every other morning.

“Just cause it’s old and falling apart doesn’t mean we give up on it.” His dad would huff. “You gonna give up on me?” He proposes back to her as David grins around a bite of cereal.

“Nah. Like ya too much.” They kiss and David looks away, shaking his head. Maybe that will be him and Hannah one day, if he can ever convince her to leave this place. Michigan keeps calling with a hockey scholarship and David is pretty sure he’s gonna answer.

David’s right foot eases off the accelerator in surprise when the full, circular drive of the farm comes into view. All three of his older siblings are here, an extremely rare occurrence, especially Tommy who hasn’t been home in almost a year. David parks off to the side because Denise is in his usual spot, then climbs out in a hurry. He leaves his backpack in the passenger seat- he’ll grab it later- and takes the porch steps in one long stride.

When he opens the porch door, David expects to be overcome with the loud noises of his family conversing. But the mood inside is quiet- eerily reserved. He finds his whole family in the living room. His dad sits in his usual worn down chair, arms crossed over his chest in a strange defiance. His mom sits beside him in her own chair, looking tired and frail. Had she looked like that this morning? Did he notice? 

No, she hadn’t been at breakfast this morning. That was weird too.

“Hi honey.” His mom says cheerfully. No one else in the family bothers to greet or acknowledge him. “How was school?”

“Um, good?” David replied questioningly. He glances at his dad who looks away with an emotionless blink. His siblings avoid looking at him and David realizes he is the only one in this room who isn’t in the known on whatever this is. “What’s going on?”

“Why don’t you have a seat so we can talk?” David pauses, looking at his mom for a moment. Then he slowly walks over to sit on the floor. There isn’t space for him on the couch, so he leans his back into the cool brick of the fireplace. He spares another anxious glance around the room, but nobody will make eye contact with him besides his mom. In her lap, she fidgets with her fingers, twisting the simple gold band of her wedding ring before she speaks.

“Well, a few of you know this, but I have been having some health concerns lately.”

David didn’t know this.

His dad shifts uncomfortably in his chair. 

Tommy’s head rolls backwards to rest on the couch. He jolts as if that woke him up. David’s pretty sure he’s coming off a high.

Denise chews the side of her bottom lip.

Charlie stares out the window towards the north pasture. 

After a pause, his mom continues.

“And I had some additional testing in Des Moines this week that confirmed what we thought. I have ovarian cancer.” 

David’s airway tightens as he gasps for breath. Cancer? What the hell.

“The prognosis isn’t good.” She admits, clearing her throat of emotion bleeding into her voice. She looks towards the ceiling. “But we are going to try!” She nods her head assuringly. “We have a few more appointments tomorrow to confirm the care plan. But I have an excellent team and there are new, experimental treatments to try. So we are not giving up, okay?” She says the last part, looking at David. 

Fear washes over his body, rocking through his blood and bones until he is unsteady even with the solid foundation of the fireplace behind his back. He blinks, lip parting with words he doesn’t know how to conjure. This isn’t real. He must be having a nightmare. Except everything about the room says otherwise. In the way nobody really knows what to say next. In the nervousness his mom has as she continues to twirl her wedding band. In the way David feels like he has stepped out of his body, watching this all unfold.

His mom turns to look at him again. 

“Do you have questions, David?” 

He shakes his head no, ignoring the pricking of tears in his eyes. He will not cry in this room. His mom needs his strength right now, not for him to break down into a sobbing mess about the unknown of what is ahead. She will probably be fine and then what would the tears be for?

“Okay. Well, Dad and I will keep you updated as we get more information with what to expect. It will be a long day tomorrow, so if anyone can help out with the hands tomorrow, that would be appreciated.”

“I will, mama.” David volunteers, expecting for his siblings to follow. None of them do. David’s eyebrows wiggle together in annoyance as they stand up to begin clearing out of the house.

“Thank you, honey. We’re grateful for that.” His mom answers for herself and his father. “Can I have a hug?” She asks. David pops up from his seat on the floor, crossing the room in two quick strides to wrap her in a strong embrace. Maybe that can heal her in some way. “It will be okay.” His mom whispers into his ear as she holds him, smoothing the curls at the back of his neck. David closes his eyes and tries to let her touch kill the intense worry growing roots in his chest. When David opens his eyes again, they meet his dad’s where he slowly rises to stand.

The hollow void in his expression seems to say it all.

Three months later, in the middle of a hot summer, David would see the same look on his dad’s face as they buried the love of his life.

That’s when David realized it wasn’t a void he saw that first day.

It was surrender.

Chuck knew Beatrice couldn’t be saved then.

Now David does too.

- - - & - - -

Missed Call - Doctor’s Office (2 minutes)

Voicemail- Doctor’s Office (1 minute)

Hi Mackenzie, this is Erin calling from Pella Regional Health Clinic. Can you give us a call back when you get a chance? Dr. Brown would like to chat with you about your test results from earlier this week. Thank you!

Outgoing Call - Doctor’s Office (10 minutes)

After Mack gets off the phone with Dr. Brown, she sits in the silence of the truck cab. Butterflies of dread swirl in her stomach as she thinks about what to do next. She hadn’t expected much, thinking it would be a quick follow up as it’s usually been that everything looks good. But the moment her doctor greeted her, Mack knew something was up. 

The something? An abnormal mammogram. More testing is needed. 

Mack swallows hard, looking at their house. The windows don’t allow her to see in, but she knows her husband is sitting at his desk in their shared office- paying invoices, doing payroll and probably mumbling under his breath at hating this part of the job. Mack tries to smile at the thought of his reading glasses on his nose and the way he still squints at the computer screen like the text isn’t clear enough for him. 

How is she going to go in and tell him this? 

Her tiny smile slides off her lips as a cold bucket of water rushes through her veins. This is going to be very hard for her husband to hear. She looks across their land to the farm house Chuck lived in originally with his wife Beatrice, hoping they’ll help her with this conversation.

“I know we didn’t get to know each other.” She whispers. “But please be with me for this? He’ll need you.” 

Mack gathers her strength then her purse before popping the truck door open. She climbs the front porch, letting herself into the unlocked door. All the kids are still at school, so their home is quiet. David’s mumbling is also absent from the room down the hall, making Mack think he might have headed out to the land for a break. But then, she hears the soft swish of his footsteps coming down the hall.

“Hey.” He has a crinkle in the middle of his forehead that hints at annoyance. “Tell me why some of these guys don’t understand how to write down their fucking time? Like why am I having to call these guys in the field asking what hours they worked last Wednesday? Are they not fucking adults?” Mack smiles.

“The boys get it done for me.” She answers.

“Well how do they know it’s me this week and not you?” Mack shrugs.

“Dunno.” She puckers her lips as he leans down. 

“Hm. I think you tell them so to fuck with me.”

“I have so many other things to do than that.” She chuckles. Her amusement doesn’t reach her eyes and David clocks it right away.

“What’s wrong?” Damn it. Mack wanted more time to figure out the right words for this. Why can’t she pretend better? Why is everything written on her face in some secret language only her husband knows?

“We should sit down and talk.” Mack tells him, rubbing a hand along his lower back.

“O-kay.” David drags the word out skeptically. He leads her towards the couch and when they sit together, he runs his arm behind her across the leather. “What’s up?”

The butterflies of dread flutter in her throat now, forcing her to take a pinched breath. Her and David can hear the unsteadiness of the routine function. David’s mouth twitches into a deeper frown. His fingers from the back of the couch come to touch her neck, gently holding her.

“Um.” Mack moves an invisible hair off her cheek. She clears her throat, begging her voice to be steady. “I got a call from the doctor today after my appointment earlier this week.” The color begins to drain from David’s face almost immediately. His fingers on her neck grip tighter until it’s uncomfortable. Mack reaches for his hand, bringing it into her lap. Both her hands lace together with his there. “My scan came back with some areas of concern. They want to do more imaging to get a better look.” 

David’s eyes slide away from hers, hitting a point on the wall high above her head. Mack watches as the whites of his eyes begin to shine. He works hard to swallow, then his lips part to pull in a gasp of air.

“What did they find?” He asks, wanting more specifics. “Like a lump?”

“No. And I haven’t felt anything. But there’s a few spots that could be something. With it being my first mammogram, they don’t have a comparison. It could just be dense breast tissue. It could be something more serious. They don’t know, so they need me to have a few more tests done.” Mack smoothes her thumbs over his. Surprisingly, watching him unravel brings a steadiness to herself. He needs her to be strong. She can be that for him.

David’s jaw sets. Mack worries about his teeth with how tight he is clenching them together. Mack begins to tear up as she sees how much David struggles to take in the news. His breathing has increased. Every muscle in his body is tense. Gone is the relaxed, easy annoyance with payroll and in it’s place is fear. She wants to tell him that it is going to be okay, but who is she to say? She doesn’t know that. And he knows all too well how not okay these things can turn out to be. 

“Alright.” His voice trembles. Mack tightens her grip on his hand with both of hers. He doesn’t do the same back. “So, when are you going in again?”

“Friday.” Which is two days from now. David nods. “If you want to come with me, you can.” David nods again.

Silence blankets the room as David avoids looking at Mack. She knows he is somewhere else completely and resists calling him back to her. She’s uncomfortable with how quiet he is and how little he offers her insight into what he is feeling. She can’t see them, but she can feel the coolness of the cement walls he is building between this and the trauma of losing his mom to cancer when he was 16. 

“I should get back to payroll.” He breaks the silence while pulling his hand from hers. 

“Are you okay?” Mack calls to his retreating back.

“No. Not even close.” He says as he leaves the room.

Mack stays rooted to the couch, running her hand through her hair. She stays like that until she forces herself up, into the kitchen to mindlessly cut up veggies for the kids’ afterschool snack.

Friday comes with a layer of suffocating anticipation. David and Mack see the kids off to the school bus, then head back to the house to silently have coffee and breakfast together. Her appointment is in an hour and when it’s time to leave, they drive in silence to the hospital they were at when they brought Rosie into the world. 

Mack’s appointment consists of squishing of her boobs into countless, excruciating positions. She hisses and holds her breath even when they remind her to try and breathe through it. They have to do a few retakes then bring Mack to a different room where they do a throughout breast ultrasound on both sides. There is potential for a biopsy, but they want to review what they have so far before they go that route. Mack gets lead back to an exam room where David is waiting for her. He leans over his thighs with his elbows on his knees. His hands are laced together in front of him and his eyes pop up urgently when the door opens. 

“Sit tight here for now. The doctor will come in when she’s finished looking over everything with the radiologist.”

Mack nods, opting to sit down next to David instead of on the exam table. She doesn’t really need to be up there right now and he needs her more. David doesn’t shift out of his rigid, crouched position. Mack runs her hand up his forearm, stroking his hummingbird tattoo, then brushing her fingers along the names and birthdays of their four children. David swallows so loud it fills the room. She can feel his heartbeat flying under the skin of his wrist. 

“What are we waiting for?” He grumbles with a bumpy edge to his tone.

“They aren’t sure if they want to do a biopsy today or not. Depends on what the new imaging shows.” She fills him in. 

“Okay.” He exhales. His other thumb comes to the edge of his jaw, stroking absentmindedly along his bone there. “How are you doing?” He asks, pulling her chin to his for a tender kiss.

“I’m okay.” She murmurs. She is more worried about David than herself by a mile. 

Each minute until the doctor comes in feels like a grind. Mack can’t stop imagining them all huddled together over a computer screen, dissecting every inch of the tests she went through to determine how much her life is going to change after this. As much as Mack wants to try to control this, she knows she can’t. She is at the mercy of these results and whatever is happening inside her body. There is nothing she can do, or David, except for wait for their answers. 

The sound of the doctor chatting to the nurse comes through the door before papers are shuffled. A soft but assertive knock sounds, then her red hair pops through the door.

“Hi again.” Dr. Brown greets them. 

David comes out of his crouch rubbing his sweating hands on the thighs of his jeans. Mack threads their fingers together and smiles in greeting. David’s knee bounces anxiously beneath their joined hands.

“Right off the bat, not cancer.” All the dense air whooshes from the room. David and Mack both sag back into their chairs.

Not cancer.

Dr. Brown lets that news sink in appropriately as she logs into the computer.

“Let me pull everything onto the screen here.” Her mouse clicks fill the room and then she turns the screens closer. David wraps his arm around his wife as she leans over to see the screens better. He is silent, but the relief that oozes from every cell in his body is tangible. Mack can taste it on her tongue. 

The doctor begins to point to the area they were concerned about, showing why the different gradients are actually dense breast tissue and not indicative of deeper problems. Mack nods along, taking in as much information as she can while allowing herself to relax for the first time in two days. Her shoulder curves into David’s side and she rubs at his thigh with her thumb to help him regulate. 

“So, with this new knowledge, you can expect to have more intensive imaging going forward. We need to make sure we are getting good looks at everything on an annual basis.”

“Of course. Yes. Thank you for explaining that.” Mack says appreciatively. She steals a glance at David who looks like he narrowly escaped death. The doctor asks if there are any questions. Both of them decline then thank her for her help. Dr. Brown exits the room, leaving Mack and David in a lighter silence. 

David collapses forward, gasping for breath. Mack puts her hand on the back of his neck, touching the curls there. 

“It is okay.” 

David squeezes his eyes shut tightly. Those words didn’t help.

“We gotta go.” David chokes out, standing abruptly. Mack grabs his arm as he tries to run out of the room.

“Babe…”

“Mack!” He exclaims, already losing it with tears coming down from his eyes. “We have to go home.” His voice is wet, coated with agony like his cheeks.

“Okay.” Mack responds, barely audible. 

David drives home with a hand clasped over his mouth. Mack keeps stealing worried glances across the truck cab to him. She put her hand on his thigh when they got in the car, but David won’t hold hers back. 

Everything was supposed to be okay after the good news. So why isn’t it?

The moment the truck tires stop in the driveway, David is hauling ass out of the truck. It was a half day at school so all the kids are already home. Nicky and Knox are kicking a soccer ball around. Beau is reading a book on the front porch while Rosie is with her dogs by the garden beds. Two of them are digging holes in the yard.

“Rosie! What did we talk about?” Mack calls out to her. David ignores everyone and walks into the house. Mack shields her eyes from the sun with her hand, watching his back retreat through the front door. She lets him go, then turns back to their daughter.

“What?” Rosie asks, popping a hip out with her palms turned up to the sky.

“Please don’t let them dig in the yard. It’s a tripping hazard for everyone.”

“Well they weren’t doing it long…” She trails off. “Tater tot! Mama said stop.” She calls to the wire haired mutt. 

“I tried, mama.” Nicky calls, then juggles the soccer ball a few times. Mack acknowledges that with a nod, then glances at the garage. Felix is in there, tinkering around with David’s tools. 

“Felix, we are back. Thank you!” He raises a hand in acknowledgment but doesn’t go to leave. He isn’t one to leave a project unfinished. 

Mack steps onto the front porch. 

“Nicky?” She calls to her oldest.

“Ya?”

“Can you all start working on baths for the dogs? It is everyone’s wash day and Rosie will need help.”

“Okay.” He nods, immediately stopping his game with Knox. “Bobo, dogs!” He calls to his youngest brother.

“Thanks, bubba.” Mack pats Beau’s head as he follows his siblings.

Once inside, Mack tosses her purse onto the entry way table, then immediately heads towards the stairs. An invisible string is connected to her heart, pulling her to where she knows David needs her. She finds him where she suspected, inside their bedroom. But he is standing in the middle of the room, with his back to the door. Mack pauses in the doorway, taking in his form. His shoulders swell and fall from heavy breathing. His hands are balled into fists by his thighs.

Mack steps fully into the room and walks over to him. She comes around the front of his body to find his eyes are closed. She guides her hands around his waist, hugging herself to his chest. Her ear connects to his sternum where she can hear the intense pounding of his heart. 

For a moment, David’s hands stay at his sides. Slowly, they go around her body, but his rigidness remains. In another few breaths, his posture loosens a smidge. In two more, he’s a limp noodle in her arms. In three more his hot tears are hitting her scalp. Mack walks backwards, taking him to the bed with her. She sits down on the edge and then David falls to his knees in front of her. His face disappears into her stomach before the most horrible sob rips through his chest. Mack’s fingers curl into his strong shoulders, dying inside at how ripped apart he is. 

She wants to become a million pieces so she can fill in the parts of him that have been re-broken by this. His back moves rapidly, rising and falling with loud groans and wails from deep in his body. Mack doesn’t bother forming words. Nothing she can say will stop this, nor should it. He needs to feel all of this, let it out of his body so they can hold it together instead of only him. 

He is safe with her. That’s all he needs to know right now. 

So she shows him. By combing her fingers through his hair and placing kisses on his head. By scratching her nails along his back in soothing circles like she used to for their new babies in the middle of the night. And when Mack hears quick, little feet rushing up the stairs, she prepares herself to direct them away.

“Hey mama! Can you re-do my…” Rosie appears in the doorway, gripping onto the doorjamb as she stops short in her wet jeans and bare feet. Wet splotches dot her red t-shirt where the dogs must have dripped on her. “Pigtails?” She finishes quietly, eyes zeroed in on David collapsed into Mack’s lap. “What’s-“

“Hey baby.” Mack murmurs, giving their daughter a soft smile. “We will be down in a bit. Go ask Beau for help.” 

“What’s-” Rosie starts again. Mack makes sure her hand on David’s cheek covers most of him. Not because Rosie can’t see him cry, but because it will tear him up more knowing she can see this.

“Pose. Beau can help. Dad’s taking a break right now.” All Mack wants to do is become a shield. A shield for David to not have to feel any of this bubbling up trauma. A shield for their daughter who shouldn’t have to worry about what’s wrong at six. And a shield for herself to keep her shit together while David falls apart in her arms.

Rosie nods seriously, then backs out of the room. Her quick footsteps tap down the stairs, then disappear completely when she reaches the main floor. David gasps and Mack refocuses on him.

After that one, it’s a long time before David comes up for any big breath of air. Mack patiently soothes him, refusing to put any words into the room, wanting to wait for when David is ready to talk to her. When he pulls away, his gorgeous green eyes are blood shot and swollen. Bubbles of snot drip over his mustache and soak into Mack’s shirt with his tears. His knees remain on the floor as he wipes his face with his hands. Mack reaches for the box of Kleenex, handing it to him so he can clean himself up better. While he does, he gasps heavily, inhaling and exhaling like a small child does after a big cry. A tiny groan falls from his lips as he hides his face in his hands again. 

Mack slides off the bed, climbing into his lap as he sits back on his haunches. She refuses to let him feel any bit of this alone. 

“I’m sorry.” He croaks. “I’m trying to get it together.” He coughs, exhaling heavily then pulling in a long, lung extending breath. Mack leans forward, kissing his lips. That redirects David. His hands come to her ass, pulling her in tight to him as he kisses her back feverishly. Mack cups his shoulders to steady herself as he crushes her as tight to him as possible.

“I love you.” She whispers when they pull apart.

“I love you so much, Mack. That’s why this was so hard. I can’t-” He starts to lose his composure again. Mack gently smooths her thumb along his crumbled lips.

“Baby, I’m okay.” She reminds him. 

“But you almost weren’t and I can’t… I can do many things, honey, but I cannot live through something happening to you.” He starts to rock them back and forth gently. “And then I thought about how fucking selfish that is of me. You need me to be strong. I tried so hard for you, but once it was over, I couldn’t… stop this. Because…” He stops like his voice cannot continue further. Mack cups his cheeks, smooshing their lips together.

“Last time the news wasn’t good.” She says simply against his mouth. He nods frantically. 

The last woman David loved this much didn’t make it. She didn’t get to see him go to college or get drafted into the NHL. She wasn’t there beside his father for his NHL debut. She didn’t get to meet Mack or tease David about how he was falling in love with someone just like her - tough, witty, and full of love. She wasn’t there when they got married or when Mack brought any of their four babies into this world. 

That void was created 30 years ago and none of it has been filled up since then. 

David drops his hand from his forehead, looking at Mack with devastated eyes.

“Why couldn’t they save her?” He asks, lips curling up despondently. “She should have been here. For all of this.” His voice is barely a whisper at the end as he stares at Mack through his tears. He blurs through ones of her own before she blinks them down her cheeks. “I was so scared of that… for our kids.” Mack’s eyes close and she sinks into his chest. David wraps her up tight, holding the cracked pieces of her together now. His lips press into her cheek. “I can protect you all from so much. But not this. I just had to hope… That’s what scared me.” His voice gets stronger as their roles reverse and he becomes the one she can lean on.

“Why?” The word flutters against his neck.

“When my mom told me it was going to be okay, I believed that. My belief was so strong in that and it blossomed into hope. I survived off that for the first several weeks. But when things started to turn, that same hope is what fucked me.” His head shakes slightly. His hands expand on her back then tighten again, pulling her deeper. “I thought the stakes were high last time…” He brushes his lips over the bridge of her nose, then over her left cheek to kiss away her tears. “That was nothing compared to this.” His fingers come up to brush a handful of stray hairs off her forehead. “I can’t imagine how hard it was for my dad.” He swallows thickly. “He was never the same after mama died. A part of me hated him for that until the day he died, but after falling in love with you, I get it. I’d be a shell of a man too.”

Hearing him speak, Mack realizes this has all been so much deeper and emotional than she knew. It’s not just about what he went through with his mom. But about all the changes that came after that - his family falling apart, his dad unable to be a parent or help David through his sadness until he died suddenly, taking with him any chance of sharing in their grief together. But also of the web of future worries to suddenly conciser, of a potential history being repeated with this beautiful family David worked so damn hard to build with Mack. Once upon a time, the previous generation of Carlson’s were happy like this, until a darkness they couldn’t control swept through the farm; one they never overcame. 

That’s a lot to process in a few days. 

“I’m so sorry for what you went through.” Mack says quietly. “I’m sorry you have to carry so much of that with you still. I know you’ve done a lot of work around this, but not having anyone else in your family to shoulder that weight must have been so hard for you. Especially with where you were at in your life- finishing high school and going to college then chasing a dream.” David sighs, dropping his cheek to the top of her head as she continues to talk. “I hope you know you’re not carrying that alone now. I’m right here, unafraid of how heavy it is and willing to support the other side with you.”

“I know, honey.” He murmurs respectfully. “You’re the only reason I can even say any of this out loud. You’re my safe place too.” 

With nothing left to discuss, Mack and David silently hold each other on the floor. Several minutes of soft strokes and kisses pass. Playful barking filters in from outside along with happy shrieks from the kids. 

“What are they doing?” David asks, looking towards the bedroom window even though he can’t see them from their position.

“Washing the dogs. I… tried to buy us some time for this.”

“I better go give Pose a hug.” David sighs. They both know she’s down in the yard a worried, trembling mess over what she saw. “Should we tell them about all this?” David asks. Mack nods.

“Yes. They need to know sometimes scary things happen but they can be okay.” 

“You wanna give our kids hope?” David frowns at her.

“I heard you. But you do know hope is the reason we are together, right? Your hope specifically. How can that be a bad thing?” Mack pauses for her words to click with her husband. His lips purse in annoyance, but he can’t deny it. “That’s a lesson we need to teach them. We can’t protect them from the inevitable, only how to deal with those things in a healthier way.”

“Not Pose. She’s young.” David shakes his head.

“She has 7 dogs. It’s a miracle with how they wander that this hasn’t happened yet.” Mack insists. “Do you want to guide her through this now or when it is actually happening?”

“I hate when you’re right about this shit that I don’t want to do.” He groans. 

“Hey… together, remember?” Her hands cup both sides of his neck.

“Thank God I’m doing life with you.” He sighs, putting their foreheads together. 

Mack smiles into their next kiss. 

As if she would do this with anyone else.

[alessiasfreckles]

Could you do kiss roulette 23 with Leah williamson

just one drink - leah williamson x reader

23. A kiss influenced by alcohol or other substances

warning: alcohol

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“How many drinks have you had?” Leah asked, one eyebrow raised. 

“Not that many!” you insisted, trying to go back through the night and count the drinks you’d had. There was a cocktail when you arrived at the bar, a fun pink one, then an orange fruity one, then your friends had ordered a round of shots, then you’d had a blue cocktail, then - wait, was there another cocktail before the blue one? And was it just the one round of shots, or was it two? 

Leah folded her arms, giving you a stern look. 

“Okay, maybe a few. Like, three, I think? Maybe four. Wait, do shots count? They’re so little, teeny tiny drinks,” you held up a thumb and finger millimetres apart from one another, swaying slightly where you stood. “They’re teeny tiny, Leah!” 

“Is that right?” she asked, trying to hide a laugh. “Come on, trouble, let's get you home.”

“Noo, I don’t want to go yet,” you pouted, giving her your best puppy dog eyes. “Will you come in and have a drink with us? The girls really wanted to see you, just one drink?” 

She sighed. She had never been able to say no to you, and besides, it had been a while since she’d last seen your friends. “Fine. Just one drink, okay?”

“Yay!” you cheered, clapping. You grabbed her hand and made your way back inside the busy bar to where your friends were sat, excitedly ordering another round of drinks.

Half an hour later, Leah was decidedly tipsy. She hadn’t had much, just one G&T and a shot of tequila at your insistence, but as she wasn’t used to drinking much anymore, it didn’t take much for her to feel the effect of the alcohol. 

Her hand was on your thigh as you chatted animatedly to one of your friends. She watched you, your arms and hands moving as you gesticulated wildly, the way your eyes sparkled in the dim light of the bar, the way your shirt was cut just low enough for her to want to see what was underneath it. She moved her hand to your back, slipping under your shirt, wanting to touch your skin. 

You glanced over to find her smiling innocently at you as she trailed her nails up and down your lower back, making you shiver. 

“I’m gonna go to the toilet,” you told your friend, excusing yourself. Grabbing Leah’s hand, you pulled her behind you as you stumbled to the bathroom. 

When you were in there you quickly pulled her into an empty stall, locking the door behind you, a grin on your face.

“You’re teasing me,” you said, poking her chest. She smiled at you, looking at you through her lashes.

“Me? No, never,” she said, both hands under your shirt now, running up and down your sides. 

“No?” you asked. The floor was tilting one way slightly, then swaying back the other way. It felt like you were on a boat, and you tried to steady yourself by putting a hand on Leah’s shoulder.

“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’. 

“Huh, okay, so you’re not teasing me, so you definitely don’t want us to make out, so in that case I’m going to leave,” you rambled, feigning innocence.

“No, that’s not what I said,” she quickly said, frowning. You burst into giggles at the look on her face, making her pout. “You’re laughing at me!”

“I’m not!” you said, still giggling. “You’re just so cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” Leah smirked, tilting her head. Her fingers were going higher now, reaching your bra. Her hands settled there, and she slipped her thumbs under the band of your bra, resting against the skin, brushing the sides of your breasts gently. You shivered. 

“Yes or no?” she asked, making you frown.

“Huh?” you shook your head, trying to clear the thoughts you were having about her hands on your skin.

“You think I’m cute, yes or no?” she asked.

“Oh! Yes, easy. Next question?” you told her, trying to lean against the wall to look casual. You didn’t realise that it was further away than you thought, and you stumbled, falling into her. 

She laughed, hands still pressed against your skin. Now you were pressed against her, leaning just far back enough to see her face clearly. It felt like the cubicle was revolving around the two of you, spinning and spinning, but as long as you focused on her face and the feeling of her hands, her thumbs on the edges of your breasts, it was okay, you were okay. 

“Hmm,” she said, a thoughtful look on her face. Her eyes flitted between your eyes and your lips, down to your chest, and back again. You waited, holding your breath, anxious to see what she said. “Can I kiss you?” she asked, biting her lip.

You nodded quickly, surging forward to meet her lips. She tasted like tequila and lip balm, and as you kissed you forgot about the world outside of your little bubble. The only thing you could feel was her body against yours, how soft her lips were, how perfectly you fit together. Her hands were still under your shirt, but they’d moved further up your chest, making your breath catch in your throat. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and your skin felt like it was on fire where she’d touched it, her tongue in your mouth making you dizzy.

A cubicle door slammed shut, making both of you jump apart. You looked at each other with wide eyes, pupils dark, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, y/n.”

[peachhcs]

samy was definitely excited and happy for will for the win but sad because her umich boys lost but she can’t wait to watch bc in the championship

one down, one to go

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)

samy's two favorite teams are playing against one another with her favorite boys has her feeling a bit unsure because she knows one will lose and one will come out victorious.

1.2k words

guys i know bc just lost the championship, but let's not talk about that rn! instead, here's a blurb requested by multiple people about the semi finals win! i didn't get a chance to write this when they actually won a few days ago, so let's just use this to cheer us up about bc's loss :(

au masterlist

samy didn’t know how to feel seeing her michigan boys crumple to the ice while her boyfriend celebrated in victory with his teammates. the final buzzer left umich with nothing on the scoreboard and boston with an overwhelming four points. the girl’s gaze flicked between ethan and mark in an emotional hug and the freshman trio screaming up at the boston fans who celebrated their victory with them. 

she saw will skate her way, so she hopped towards the glass separating her from the ice. the boy’s large smile was quite infectious as he pulled his helmet up revealing extremely sweaty hair. the girl returned his smile—seeing him so, so happy filled the same emotions into her own system despite feeling bad for her michigan brothers. 

“we won!!” will yelled. 

“i'm so proud of you. congratulations!” samy yelled back. a giggle escaped her lips when the boy tossed over a puck—something he always did for her whenever they won a game. 

“meet me outside of the locker room in like thirty minutes?” the boy wondered and she quickly nodded. will blew her a kiss before skating back to his boys so they could head into the locker room. 

the smile never left samy’s lips watching her friends happily make their way down the tunnel, yet it faded when she finally caught gazes with ethan and mark. the two older boys managed weak smiles in her direction as they passed by her section. 

it was so hard having her two favorite teams play one another in the semi finals because she knew one of them would move on and the other would have to go home. it was even worse when a lot of the michigan boys were leaving for their nhl contracts and wouldn’t be ever playing at michigan ever again. 

samy followed will’s parents into the main lobby where nearly every family waited for their kid to emerge, some ecstatic while others stood near the back with solemn expressions. the youngest hughes went to her phone, texting her parents and brothers updates about the game. 

“jeez, i feel like i don’t know if i should be sad or happy,” hannah found the brunette in the crowd. the two girls shared gentle smiles as the both had similar mixed feelings about the end of the semi finals. 

“i know. duker’s last game, right?” samy wondered and hannah nodded. 

“it’s so, so sad, but i’m also really happy for will and them.” 

“tell me about it. second year in a row michigan got out in the semi finals,” samy thought back to last year’s game and how incredibly emotional everything was because luke got on a plane to new jersey immediately after without much warning. 

“yeah, that was luke’s last game last year. god, i remember that,” hannah frowned a bit. 

some of the michigan guys emerged from the locker room. the expressions on each of their faces were so heartbreaking and ones samy knew all too well. her and her team were destroyed after losing the ncaa finals back in december. 

ethan and mark came out after one another. the brunette watched as they hugged their parents close by before finding her gaze again. all three of their faces held soft expressions as samy went to them. ethan collected her first in a tight hug. 

“thanks for coming, squirt.” 

“i’m sorry you lost. it was a hard game. you guys played well,” samy looked between him and mark. the two older guys nodded. 

“get ‘em next year, right?” mark laughed sadly as he collected luke’s baby sister into a hug too. 

“right. one more year, yeah?” she knew mark and ethan were staying on one more year to finish out college, but that seemed so much closer now that the season was over. 

what would she do without them for her last two years of college? 

in the mist of their hugging, the bc boys came out of the locker room in hollers. their parents greeted them in the same manner. samy glanced at the two older boys—the look in her eyes asking if it was okay if she went over. 

“go, he’s probably looking for you,” ethan snickered, earning a playful eye roll from the girl. 

“you sure?” she wanted to make sure they’d be okay. 

“positive. we’ll be fine. go celebrate with your boyfriend,” mark grinned. 

she finally took their word for it and broke away from them. it didn’t help that she wasn’t that tall to see through the large crowds. a lot of parents pushed themselves closer together as their kids came out leaving the paths to get through narrower and narrower. 

“samy!” will’s voice echoed through the commotion of everyone else. 

she finally saw his tall figure that was no longer in his uniform but a loosely put on suit. as soon as the crowd broke, she jumped into his arms. he swung her around, loud laughter falling from their lips in joy. 

“i'm so proud of you, will. you guys played so well,” the girl gushed. 

“couldn’t have done it without you. you’re my good luck charm,” the blonde littered a hundred kisses onto her cheek as he couldn’t contain his excitement nor the adrenaline rushing through him. 

he’d be riding this high the entire night. 

samy blushed deeply at his words and in response, will pushed his lips onto hers. he didn’t care that there were families all around them and everyone was watching. he didn’t care about the looks from others around them. all the hockey player cared about was winning the semi finals with his girl at his side. 

will pushed his tongue into her mouth, lips molding into samy’s like they were made for each other. his grip was nearly bruising, but the adrenaline in both of their systems was enough to make it invisible. 

loud whistles finally pulled them apart where ryan and gabe watched their friends a few feet away. even mark and ethan who caught a glimpse of the action let out their own hoots for the couple. a deep blush spread across samy and will’s cheeks. 

“i would tease you guys, but since we just won, i’ll let it go for now,” ryan grinned.

“congratulations, guys. you guys played so well,” samy pulled the two boys into a hug. 

“thanks for skipping class to be here,” gabe smiled. 

“of course, i wouldn’t ever miss this,” she rubbed each of their arms before letting them be whisked away by their parents again. 

will’s arm snaked back around her waist, putting her attention back on him, “thanks again for being here. i’m sorry about michigan.” 

samy’s eyes drifted towards ethan, mark, moldy, seamus, nazar, and moldy all lost in the crowds with their parents. it brought back memories of last year again with luke losing his last ever game with his college team. athough, this year, those sad memories were slowly being replaced with happy ones as their kiss from a few minutes ago replayed over in the brunette's head.

getting to share the celebration felt like such a privilege.

“they’ll be okay. i can’t wait to watch you play in the finals,” samy grinned back up at her boyfriend whose eyes never left hers. his lips curled upwards, another smile dancing across his features. 

the hockey player planted a tender kiss to her lips, more loving and slower as he finally slowed down to take everything in. the adrenaline in will’s veins fizzled as samy's lips intertwined with his. her fingers slotted themselves against cheek making the boy grow dizzy with lust.

"i love you, sweet girl," will mumbled into the kiss.

he felt the smile on samy's lips grow larger hearing his words, "i love you more, will. thanks for letting me share this moment with you."

the young couple shared warm smiles with one another, finally pulling apart for now knowing they'd have a lot more time back at the hotel.

[hannah-h-pleb]

HANNAH PLEASEEEEEEE

Eric bragging to his friends about how loud you are in bed and how pretty you look when you’re crying from just his tongue. Literally none of them believe him, even Kenny is skeptical 💀💀

Because like, Cartman? Eric Cartman who’s not shit in bed??? Eric Cartman who’s slept with his gf??? They simply don’t believe it and it’s just him desperately trying to convince them for a sec

Harley you’re a genius. I’m sorry it took so long to get to this. But since I’m feeling extra silly let’s really talk about it

Gonna write these as headcanons but who knows, maybe I’ll write a blurb about it 🤭

Eric Cartman x Reader: Bragging to His Friends About You

Content Advisory: Smut (18+), minors DNI, aged up characters (think “college AU”)

When you and Eric first got together, everyone immediately assumed he was going to be abusive towards you the same way he was with Heidi back in the day. Miraculously this claim was proven to be false as they watched Eric treat you with actual respect, although there were some that still claimed it was “fake” or that he was just “manipulating you”. Therefore another claim was made about you and Eric…”Their sex life must be horrible!” “There’s no way she actually sleeps with him” “I bet he has a tiny dick”

Even Eric’s closest friends, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny, all had their doubts about Eric’s performance in bed. They pinned him as one of those guys who brags about the size of his dick when in reality, it’s not that big. Therefore, they found it really hard to believe that Eric could actually successfully please his girlfriend in bed

Plot twist….he really does…and nobody believes it. But you on the other hand, you’ve experienced it…..

Eric was never one to coddle you in bed. He wasn’t one of those “soft and sweet” boys in the bedroom. When you guys do it, it’s rough, primal, and downright kinky. Eric was pleasantly surprised to find out that you actually enjoyed how rough he was and it only agged him on to give it to you harder. He could be kind to you of course, but when he gets you alone it’s a completely different story

He’s mean. He does one of two things while eating you out: He edges you on his tongue, or he continues to eat you out after you orgasm to overstimulate you. No matter which option he chooses, he aims to make you cry on his tongue whether it be by begging him to let you cum or begging him to stop because “it’s too much”

He would also make you ride his face as he eats you out. This way he could grip your thighs and hold you down on his face while he edges or overstimulates you to his hearts content

Eric is almost always in control and he wants you to know that. He controls your orgasms, he owns your body, he will fuck you as hard he was wants, use whatever toys he wants, and you don’t get a say in any of it. To some, this seems cruel, but to you the feeling of being utterly powerless under Eric and letting him hold all the cards is just so hot. Plus this man loves control so he thrives on making you a needy mess for him

He wants you to beg for what you want. In fact, he wants you to prove how much you want his cock by making you ride one of his dildos before giving you his cock. “Prove it. Prove to me how bad you want this cock. Go on, show me that you’re a good whore and maybe I’ll give it to you”

And when he finally fucks you he shows no mercy. He manhandles you, forcing you down into a mating press and fucking you as hard as he wants. Or, he bends you over and fucks you into the mattress while pulling on your hair, smacking your ass, or digging his nails into your skin. Even if you’ve came for him once or twice already, it’s not over until he says it is or until he gets tired

He has surprisingly good stamina though. The adrenaline rush he gets from the control he holds over you is enough motivation for him to keep going until he can’t. Once again, if he’s not making you cry, he’s far from finished

Your crying and sobbing only turns him on more. It’s the POWER he loves. Knowing he’s the one who can bring you so much pleasure that you start to cry is nearly enough to make him cum on the spot

Oh, and then there’s the name calling and the mocking. He WILL call you names, he will mock you for being a “needy little slut” for him, and he just loves it

Now imagine him sitting at lunch bragging about all of this to his friends. He doesn’t spare any details either. He tell them everything, how you cry and beg him to fuck you, how he licks the tears off your face, the marks he leaves on your ass, everything

And do his friends believe him….of course not. Because why would CARTMAN of all people actually be good at sex? Not to mention Kyle would be the one to speak up and say “You’re not supposed to hit girls or make them cry in bed”, and Kenny would chime in with, “Maybe she cries because of how bad you are”. While the table erupts with laughter, Eric goes “You guys are probably just jealous because I’ve got a hot girlfriend who lets me fuck her however I want and you assholes can’t even get a girls number”. Stan rolled his eyes, “Just keep telling yourself that dude”

Despite his desperate attempts to convince them, they simply don’t believe him and that angers him beyond belief. So just be ready to have some dark hickies all over your neck. This way, everyone will know who you belong to and who makes you feel good

Who knows. Maybe he’ll “accidentally” leave his phone lying around on record well you guys fuck. This way, he’ll have irrefutable proof that you enjoy how cruel he is to you, and that he and he alone makes you cry and cum on his cock over and over again

[uglypastels]

Spotify Wrapped Blurb Challenge - 2024

It's that time of the year... My Spotify Wrapped Blurbs are back!*

This blog's somewhat unofficial End-Of-The-Year celebration, but if you're new here, a quick explanation:

My inbox is upon for prompt-based blurb requests

But the prompts are the titles of my top 100 songs from this year's Spotify Wrapped.

So, send me a number/title from the list + which character you want me to write for

+ any additional info you want to include, if you have any specific ideas for the blurb (i.e. au, setting, trope, plot points)

Blurbs can be Fluff/Smut/Angst - and you can check my general guideline post for specifics

One rule: we listen, and we don't judge music tastes.

And please reblog to boost the post

See character and prompt list under the cut 🩷

Characters List:

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Logan Howlett/Wolverine (X-Men)

Sanji (One Piece [Live Action])

Roronoa Zoro (One Piece [Live Action])

debut: Anthony Bridgerton

debut: Benedict Bridgerton

Prompt List:

And I'm up for negotiations of other characters if you ask nicely :p

It is also implied that the blurbs are character x reader.

Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter

Too Sweet - Hozier

obsessed - Olivia Rodrigo

Fortnight - Taylor Swift ft. Post Malone

Down Bad - Taylor Swift

HOT TO GO! Chappel Roan

Feather - Sabrina Carpenter

End of Beginning - Djo

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Taylor Swift

Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan

so american - Olivia Rogrigo

Calling After Me - Wallows

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - Taylor Swift

Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan

Nothing Matters - The Last Dinner Party

Fainted Love - Conan Gray

Guilty as Sin? - Taylor Swift

Please Please Please - Sabrina Carpenter

Poison Poison - Reneé Rapp

Bourgeoisieses - Conan Gray

So High School - Taylor Swift

Bed Chem - Sabrina Carpenter

Your Apartment - Wallows

BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish

So Long, London - Taylor Swift

Taste - Sabrina Carpenter

Not My Fault - Reneé Rapp ft. Megan Thee Stallion

As it Was - Harry Styles

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - Taylor Swift

Coincidence - Sabrina Carpenter

Houdini - Dua Lipa

Murder On The Dancefloor - Sophie Ellis-Bextor

But Daddy I Love Him - Taylor Swift

Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Kiss You - One Direction

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl - Chappell Roan

imgonnagetyouback - Taylor Swift

LUNCH - Billie Eilish

What Makes You Beautiful - One Direction

De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier

Florida!!! - Taylor Swift ft. Florence + the Machine

Mama Do The Hump - Rizzle Kicks

Personal Lies - Djo

we can't we be friends (wait for your love) - Ariana Grande

The Tortured Poets Department - Taylor Swift

Wet Dream - Wet Leg

Gloom - Djo

Juno - Sabrina Carpenter

Fresh Out the Slammer - Taylor Swift

Training Season - Dua Lipa

OMG - Suki Waterhouse

Good Graces - Sabrina Carpenter

The Albatross - Taylor Swift

Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet

Steal My Girl - One Direction

Never Ending Song - Conan Gray

I Look In People's Windows - Taylor Swift

Babydoll - Dominic Fike

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

Mystery of Love [Instrumental] - Hannah Stater

Cassandra - Taylor Swift

Infinity - One Direction

Are You Bored Yet? - Wallows ft. Clairo

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

How Did It End? - Taylor Swift

Moments - One Direction

360 - Charli XCX

Talk Too Much - Reneé Rapp

I Can See You - Taylor Swift

Sound of the Underground - Girls Aloud

Live While We're Young - One Direction

Lonely Dancers - Conan Gray

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me - Taylor Swift

Pretty Girls - Reneé Rapp

Best Song Ever - One Direction

Javelin - Rizzle Kicks

Peter - Taylor Swift

Disciples - Tame Impala

Midnight Memories - One Direction

Sharpest Tool - Sabrina Carpenter

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Chateau (Feel Alright) - Djo

Taken - One Direction

Hurricane - Bridgit Mendler

I Hate It Here - Taylor Swift

Alright - Supergrass

I Wish - One Direction

Boys & Girls - Conan Gray

loml - Taylor Swift

Bye Bye Bye - *NSYNC

Stockholm Syndrome - One Direction

Someone New - Hozier

The Alchemy - Taylor Swift

Maneater - Halls & Oates

Strong - One Direction

Change - Djo

The Black Dog - Taylor Swift

Photograph - Stacey Bassetti

Story of My Life - One Direction

Dumb & Poetic - Sabrina Carpenter

Bonus songs [Honourable Mentions]:

a. Skip to the Good Bit - Rizzle Kicks

b. Girls & Boys - Blur

c. Rule the World - Take That

d. I NEED YOU - Jon Batiste

e. APT. - ROSÉ, Bruno Mars

f. King Nothing - Metallica

Tagging besties for a boost:

g. Angel Of My Dreams - JADE

@spiderrrling @deceptive-daydreams @littlexdeaths @mydearzero @hellfiremunsonn @courtingchaos @edsforehead @babybluebex @joequiinn @elvendria @hellfire-state-of-mind @

disclaimer: this author, as much as she wants to write as many blurbs as possible, reserves the right to object to requests for whatever reason, and also has to clarify that requests may not be fulfilled due to motivational or situational problems.

[hannahluvsbillie]

☆ master list ☆ / intro

✰✰✰

billie eilish.

series:

casual -

part one: casual

part two: was it ever casual?

part three: the only one

part four: one more chance?

other :

miss me?

blurbs:

aftercare w/ bils

get to know me!

hi my name is hannah! i’ve been a billie fan since 2017 so i’ve basically grown up with her and she’s really my soul tie. im bisexual, i think? idk i hate labels. anddd my favorite color is red? my favorite song by billie, or just a few of them are skinny, bossa nova, YOUR POWER, 8, andddd i love you. your power is definitely my favorite song ever though, it’s hard to choose just one!

i’ll write most things, just don’t make it weird lol. i try and please everyone with my writings!!

hard no’s: gp!xreader, noncon, stepsis, age regression

what i write: most is wlw but im not totally against straight pairings, i love writing angst, most is going to be billiexreader but i hope to incorporate some other people eventually!!

req/inbox: always open! it may take me a little to get to your request, but i promise i will 💘

[senditcolton]

1k Cele-Bakery Masterlist

THE ORDERS

“Lead Me to the Garden” Chai Cookies (blurbs)

Blue Salvia [JT Compher x reader] Candytuft [Tyson Jost x OC Madeleine Murphy] (part of the “call my bluff, call you babe” universe) Daffodil [Mat Barzal x OC Delaney Pierce] (part of “the pull of you” universe) Edelweiss [Matt Martin x reader] (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Gardenia [Andrei Svechnikov x reader] (part of the ”king of my heart” alternate universe) Gardenia [Colton Parayko x OC Elizabeth Astor] (part of the “would it be enough?” universe) Holly [Tyson Jost x reader] Myrtle [Casey Cizikas x reader] Myrtle [Tyler Seguin x reader] Oak [Brock Boeser x reader] Oak [Ryan Graves x reader]

“Showstopper” Sugar Cookies (moodboards)

“at least we were electrified” with Matt Martin (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Carnival Date with Andrei Svechnikov “Knights of Silver & Gold” with Marc-Andre Fleury Lake Shenanigans with Tyson Jost Renaissance Faire with Brock Boeser Vacation with Mat Barzal

“Wild and Wacky” Vintage Chocolate Cake (headcanons)

Getting Lost on a Long Drive with Tyson Jost Going to a Sauna with Mikko Rantanen Moving Into a New Home with Roope Hintz

“Sweet Like Honey” Buttermilk Honey Bread (playlists)

Forbidden Royal Romance with Andrei Svechnikov (part of the “king of my heart” universe)Meeting in a Bookshop with Sidney Crosby Unrequited Love with Erik Johnson

“The Apple of My Eye” Caramel Rose Apple Pie (fic recs)

Jake Oettinger Mikko Rantanen Sidney Crosby Tyson Jost

“Too Good, Too Pure” Cinnamon Roll (ask games)

Top 5 NHL Players Top 5 Places I’ve Seen Top 5 Tropes to Read Top 5 Tropes to Write Top 5 Underrated Active NHL Players Top 5 Vacation Spots

THE THANKS

First, I want to give a special shoutout to a few very special people who I cherish dearly and can’t imagine my time on hockeyblr without them:

Demi ( @wyattjohnston )  You are a bright, shining, sparkling light in this community. You are always so wonderful and welcoming to everyone and I can’t imagine both my time without you nor hockeyblr without you. Thank you for the support on my fics, for hopping in my askbox, and for literally everything you do!!! 

Em ( @texanstarslove ) My goodness! I don’t even know how to describe how wonderful I think you are. You were one of the first blogs I followed here and I thought to myself “wow, she is so cool”. And look at us now! Thank you for allowing me to hop in your askbox and torture you with thoughts (or more accurately, thots) about our favorite hockey boys and for being an overall genuine and sweet person!!!

Lauren ( @laurenairay ) Words cannot describe how amazing and caring of a person you are! You are always taking time out of your day to send me sweet messages and always leaving the sweetest tags on my fics and just... wow! I always look forward to seeing you; in my askbox/messages, in my notifs, on my dashboard. Keep being the golden beautiful human you are!!

I also want to give a quick, special shoutout to three blogs that are not as active/inactive that I still consider very close friends and shaped my hockeyblr experience: Ilyana ( @hookingminor ), Alex ( @toplinetommy ), and Hannah ( @yeeehaw-hockey ). 

There are of course so many other people/blogs I consider near and dear to me and that have made these years on hockeyblr so wonderful & who I can’t wait to become even closer with:  @matthewtkachuk​ @thomasschabot​ @comphy-and-cozy​ @smileysvech​​ @dissonannce​ @ilyasorokinn​ @fallinallincurls​ @raysofcrosby​ @barzysunflower​ @sorryjustafangirl​ @jarmorie​ @cellythefloshie​​ @tippedbykreider​ @troubatrain​ @masonappleton​ @adamlowsy​ @rnuggethopkins​ @austennight​ @wanderinqhoul​ @kailyn-writes​ @typical-simplelove​ 

Shoutout to every single one of you for being here!! If you didn’t see your name above, that doesn’t matter; I love you just as much! When I say I couldn’t do this without you, I mean it!!! (no literally, this celebration wouldn’t exist if 1k of you didn’t decide to hit that follow button)

[bananapopsicies]

hello & welcome to hannah’s mind palace ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

about me!

↳ currently finishing up my first post-grad year as a medical speech language pathologist! i love my job and getting to make a small difference in the lives of my patients.

↳ my favorite thing in the world to do is write!! my dream is to be a stay at home cat mom & author. i write a whole bunch of different stuff — mostly original prose & poetry, but also fanfic. with that being said, i don’t really like writing canon/canon, because i enjoy getting to fit my own original characters, plots, and ideas into a preexisting story, so all of my work is very oc-based. right now, i am mostly focusing on my bear fic, in the weeds, which centers around my oc, mairead, and her journey to becoming a chef as someone who is blind. it’s in desperate need of a grammar edit & updates are snail’s pace because of aforementioned full time job as a medical professional, but if you’re interested in reading, you can do so here & more about mairead can be found under #maireaderickson. i’m also currently working on a girldad!carmy deep dive/char study that i hope to have completed in the next few months <3

↳ all of my other writing blurbs/snippets/etc can be found under #bpwritesstuff

↳ as someone who is physically disabled, i am very passionate about disability advocacy and the positive representation of disabled characters in media. this is a big theme that i incorporate into my writing and something that is very important to me.

↳ besides writing, i love thrifting, vintage/kitsch clothing & decor, drawing and painting, listening to music and going to alternative shows, creating original characters, reading (my favorite author is ocean vuong!!), and spending time with my cats <3

↳ i am most active on twitter here, ao3 here, and wattpad here. all other socials can be found in my carrd :-)

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