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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 2 months

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Ahhhh I’m the anon that was converted into a Sugu stan hello!!🥺 Oh my goodness thank you so so much for your darling response it made me feel so giddy and happy to know that it met you well!🥺 Thank you so so much for taking the time to respond to everything, I was having such a lovely time reading through your response!😭😭 Your Sugu is just so lovely and wife coded and any day where I can’t hold his hand is agony and suffering😔

And not to ping pong from topic to topic but oml mer! thoughts😳 I dont think this would necessarily align with what you may have in mind for your Sugu fic, but I am such a goblin for the trope of childhood friends human and mer that have a chance/meaningful encounter in their youth only to reunite later in life and let the story go from there that is??? Good food😳

And slightly piggybacking off of that ^^^ imagine a young reader strolling along the beach and exploring much farther out than what their fam/guardians/ whomever would appreciate, and lo and behold they see this poor looking creature washed up and tangled in fishers net along the beach. Stepping closer it dawns on them that this is a mer, and judging by the state it’s in, weak and sluggish movement, shallow breathing, it doesn’t have much of a fighting chance if it isn’t freed ASAP. So they take a pocket knife or a sharp shell or something and gets to work and starts sawing through the net and things get ROUGH. Suddenly springing to life out of a last ditch defense mer!Sugu just starts flailing and hissing, swiping with nails/claws and baring fangs with frenzied anger, managing to make a clean cut somewhere on the reader, be it on their upper cheek or their hand or forearm.

All the while reader is doing their best to say soothing words and convey that everything will be okay. Eventually Suguru is freed and more or less scurries back into the water, but before diving underneath the water he takes a moment and stills, taking a good long look back at the human child knocked flat on their butt, sitting on the sand staring right back, who couldn’t have been any older than him. Then he thinks of his elders, the ones who had told him to avoid humans above all else because humans never bring anything good to their kind. Before the reader can scramble to their feet or say anything else sugu swims away and that’s that. Years pass and any thought of the encounter can more or less be brushed aside as a hazy summer childhood memory where the readers imagination just got a bit too lively. Merpeople exist, but really and truly, what are the chances of the reader having such a unique encounter? It is a memory coded as fantasy.

I have no more thoughts but okay just imagine😳 reader returns to that beach years later and somehow meets with Sugu again, and as cheesy or unrealistic as it sounds they both have a moment where it just clicks that despite it all they have met before. Suguru remembers a kind human child, his one man scuffle as an act of defense and scraping his hero. He recognizes that long healed graze of a claw, he knows who this is.

Okay that was a doozy but I promise! From here on out everything will be much more bite size and to the point ^^;

I have a question, in the world you’re writing, do you think there’s any type of magic or sorcery? If so, do any mer have the ability to harness and use it? Furthermore, would Sugu be able to, and if so, what are the extent of his powers? It’s just a fun thought considering so many mer! in media do have at least some type of it, and the idea of a mer!Sugu having some type of power is😳 incheresting😳 (also entirely unrelated but I’ve been thinking about mer! themed nicknames and the only one I can remember off the top of my head is ‘Sweetshark’ being a play off of ‘Sweetheart’. Who said that neways)

Oh! And another thought! Say that the Reader maybe catches a nasty cold or is just generally feeling under the weather and can’t visit Sugu like they normally do, how is Suguru holding up? Does he just assume that they up and left him, the one human he’s decided to open his heart up to? Or is he more concerned about their safety, wondering where they are and if they’re okay? What is his reaction when they finally return?

And not to change the topic out of nowhere but!! Oh my goodness yes!!! Being in a fandom that has so much smut, it’s so very comforting and nice to have a sfw corner to vibe and chat in! (Not that there is ever anything wrong with writing or enjoying smut ofc!) Thinking of these characters and how they would treat an aroace reader is so so comforting and it really warms my heart! stsg would be so sweet and patient!🥺 (And don’t worry! You weren’t being pushy or assuming anything, as someone who does fall on the aroace spectrum it is endlessly refreshing to see these ideas and how these characters would handle and treat someone like that! They’re the ultimate sweeties and would be so good to anyone, but for someone who is aroace?? Idk it just works so so well!🥺)

And! Thank you so so much I would be honored to go by a lil anon tag, I just get shy and sometimes don’t really send things in ^^; So if that isn’t any trouble and it would be okay/ if it isn’t taken, would it be possible to go by 🍓 anon? Or if that’s taken, maybe 🍎 anon? <:) Regardless, thank you so so much for your time and all of your kind words and thoughts, they mean they absolute world and then some to me!🥺 I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night!🥺

HELLOOOOO 🍓 ANON……. the perfect emoji for someone so sweet !! <333

pls i can’t thank u enough for sending me such a heartfelt ask, it rlly did warm my heart sooo so much :’3 AND I’M SOOO OVERJOYED THAT U THINK MY SUGU IS WIFECODED??? that’s all i want him to be tbh …. he’s a girlfriend he’s a Mother he’s a wife <3333 etc etc. u get it !!!

AND OHHHH 🍓 ANON ………….. this entire ask was just a goldmine of ideas….. would u believe me if i said i was planning for the suguru fic to follow that plotline almost exactly 😭😭😭 not exactly a childhood encounter au, but something very very similar!!! basically the same function……. and when reader and sugu meet for the first time i was also imagining him being hissy and defensive and reader cutting the net w a switchblade from their pocket, murmuring sweet reassurances to him…. WE’RE SOOO IN SYNC it’s the mer!sugu hivemind fr!! i adore ur take on this au, any variation of the childhood friends trope is a favorite of mine :33 and the scar is so genius too!! i think the idea of meeting a mermaid during one of your childhood summers is just theee loveliest concept ever 🥺🥺

BUTTT OKOK… onto ur questions!! they were soooo fun to think abt and answer, tysm for asking!! it rlly helps me when it comes to figuring out mer!sugu’s character, merfolk lore, etcetc :>

GREATTT QUESTION…. this is something i’ve thought abt before when answering another ask!! basically, i imagine the mermaids in this au as being kind of sinister and siren-like, with an ability similar to hypnosis!! when they speak and sing, they can lure humans into a false sense of security, beckon them closer, dull their senses… etc etc. that’s basically all though!! i do also think they’d be very powerful and ferocious…. i have another piece of lore planned but i haven’t completely figured it out yet !! what i will say is that these mermaids are almost kinda. werewolf like 😭😭 in the sense that they change with the cycles of the moon !! :33

oh and and !! obv suguru is one of the more powerful mermaids….. definitely overwhelmingly good at using his voice, and also just very physically strong and heavy. you are NOT making it out of an encounter alive lol. (his only weakness is his tender heart <33)…

AAAA AND THE MER PETNAMES PAGDJSHJS… SOOO CUTE ….. SWEETSHARK ….. 😭😭😭 i NEED reader to call suguru that. i think they would also call him their little fishy <333 maybe he’d get back at them by calling them his little silly seal ……… sigh . their dynamic is so cute to me 😔😔

I LOVEEEEE THIS IDEA SO MUCH and my answer also ties in to some other anon asks hehe :33 in this au mermaids can move on land, but obv it’s risky and depending on the terrain it’s pretty tough….. reader lives very close to the beach and mer!sugu is super flexible, so i think that in this scenario he waits for a while, gets impatient, gets grumpy, and THEN gets worried. he’s trying so hard to act like he doesn’t care but we all know reader is his special little human :((( so after a while he’s like. what if they got hurt? what if they collapsed from lack of nutrients??? (for some reason i picture mer!sugu fixating a lot on reader’s eating habits… making sure they’re always well fed….. it’s part of the mermaid courting process i think)

…. so he ends up flopping his way over to their little house, carrying a bunch of raw fish and herbs <333 all worried and grumpy bc they left him hanging and he was forced to realize that he actually enjoys their company a Lot. which is very embarrassing for him. but as soon as he sees them all delirious and weak he probably tries his best to take care of them 🥺🥺 he’s not good at it LOL but he does have some experience …. and he’s very soft for them. can’t bear to be too snarky when they’re in pain or distress :((( he’s a sweetheart… a sweetshark even……….. lulls them to sleep with his voice and watches over them until they’re better. 🥺

ohhhh 🍓 anon this was so fun ……. tysm for sending ur thoughts my way and for being so sweet!!! u made me think a bunch abt this au and i appreciate it sm <333 ANDDDD FELLOW ASPEC HEHE it’s so good to have u here!!! stsg really would be so patient and kind…….. 🥺🥺 i might’ve said it before but i really am so glad the concept can bring u some comfort!! it does the same to me too :’3

ALSO before i forget….. pls don’t ever feel worried abt being shy / sending stuff in !!! there’s never, and i mean absolutely never, any pressure to!!! i’m the kind of person who can randomly disappear every now and then too so i totally get it 😭😭 the anon tag is just so that i recognize u (and bc it’s cute hehe).. but pls know that you never ever have to send anything in unless you want to!! doesn’t matter if it’s now or in a month or in a couple years. so pls don’t worry abt it at all <33 !!

#tysm for the lovely ask wahhhh 🥺🥺…. i love talking abt mer!sugu so so much #AND 🍓 anon!! i hope u have the most wonderful day/night too <33 take care of urself pls!!!#if u ever have more mer!sugu thoughts (or any other thoughts!!) to share u know where to find me >:33 #aaaa the idea of him tending to reader is so sweet to me… he would be such a mess.#tries to make soup but fails instantly bc ?? he has no legs ???? he has no idea how to use the stove ????#i think he ends up making some kind of herb.. mix … from reader’s instructions….. and then he also tries to get them to eat raw fish #gets frustrated when they refuse bc. it’s literally just a whole fish.. scales and eyes and all …. 🤨🤨#so sugu has to try and make sashimi #ends up almost cutting his tail off w the kitchen knife #but he’s sooo smug when he succeeds … acts like it was the easiest task in the world (he literally saw his life flash before his eyes)#he’s such a loser i’m in love with him <33 #tysm again 🍓 anon <33 mwah mwah!! many kisses for u :3 #ask tag ✩#🍓 anon !! ✩#mer!sugu <33

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soft-serve-soymilk · 27 days

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rotating in my bed with great fervour because I’m getting happy flashbacks to yesterday with Dolphin’s little ‘aww.. Archie D:’

#everytime my wife makes sad noises about my head children an angel also gets it’s wings #i WILL ride that serotonin high for SO long #just pav things #see I think the reason angst is so 👌 is bc not only is it kinda cathartic to make fictional characters suffer #There’s that harmless power trip that comes with making real people emotionally suffer as well >:3 #Aaaaa I’m so happy that I made the perfect oc for someone on accident 🥺🥺#it’s so special to me too bc Archie (as is well known to my wife) was VERY stubborn in becoming a character #very love-hate relationship 😌#and I always thought of him as a tougher shill than his brother at the least. harder to explain.#but no he is THE favourite and aaaa 😭 I love that 🩷🩷

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feyhunter78 · 10 months

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AAAA I’M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART I LOVE YOUR WRITING SMM ❤️❤️

Thank you!!!! 🥺🥺 I'm excited to see y'all's reactions to the newest chapterrrrr Also, I lied about the smut it's in the next chapter, but there is some suggestive type stuff unfortunately it's from Todd

Pink Pastels Pt 9

Description: It's Saturday, and you're at a sports bar with Todd, until you find yourself on the roof with Spiderman.

Pt 10

It’s Saturday. One of your two days off, and all you want to do is relax, but here you are at a shitty sports bar, beer already spilled on your shorts by some drunk idiot, your boyfriend completely ignoring you as he pounds his fist against the bar, screaming at the TV. His team is losing, you assume, as you push away from the bar, drink in hand, and wonder back to your table.

You pull out your phone and scroll through your email, responding to a few, ignoring others, until finally you see a response from a kid in your class’s mother.

Jessica Tompson: Ms. Y/N, I will be available at six PM on Monday to meet with you regarding Tommy’s behavior. I look forward to getting to the bottom of this issue.

You smile and send her a quick response back; you’ve been trying to get Tommy’s mother in for a meeting since October. Tommy wasn’t a bad kid, he just needed extra support and attention, and potentially some ADHD testing. But you knew people were hesitant to test their kids, afraid to “label” them, even though those “labels” could really help their kids in school.

You couldn’t count how many times you’ve explained that identifying where kids are struggling can get them access to accommodations that they need to thrive. Such as extra time on assignments or a quieter, smaller room to take tests in, so they weren’t as distracted. Sure, they wouldn’t get these things forever, but if they got them now, it would help them learn how to self-regulate for the future.

You tap your fingers on the tabletop happily and bound over to Todd. “Hey, guess what, I’m finally getting that mom to come in and talk to me.”

“Who?” He asks, beer in hand, his eyes glued to the screen.

“Tommy Tompson’s mom.”

“Oh, the hot one with the nice rack?”

One of his friends high-fives him, and you put on a tight smile. “I don’t really look at my students’ parents like that, but maybe?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve got eyes, sue me.” Then he slammed his beer down on the bar. “Are you fucki—that’s bullshit, Ref!”

Miguel wouldn’t say things like that, he wouldn’t ignore you for football. He’d congratulate you, slip between your legs, his full lips parted, his pink tongue finding a hom— You shake yourself out of your thoughts.

This was crazy, you shouldn’t have done that… Should have stuck to fantasizing about a celebrity, or well, you should’ve been thinking about Todd, he is your boyfriend.

“What a shitty call, Ref!” You echo him, and that earns you a smile thrown your way, and an arm around your shoulders.

You just want things to go back to how they used to be, but honestly, you’re not even sure it used to be good. Maybe you just didn’t really know any different, but now after, all those little chats at pickup, during parent teacher meetings, and then the day at the zoo? How is it that a man, who barely knows you, treats you better than your boyfriend of years?

You walk home with Todd leaning heavily on you, his lips are on your neck, sloppy and clumsy, missing that certain spot on your neck in favor of slobbering all over your skin.

“Todd, maybe we need to slow down a bit.” You say carefully, trying to pry him off you.

“Again?” He sighs heavily, annoyance clear in his tone.

Your face flushes, shame burning through you, and you bite your lip to keep the tears at bay.

When you first started dating you were so new to everything, you’d had a few boyfriends before, but they were short-lived, almost chaste. Todd on the other hand was a complete and utter manwhore.

“I thought you were over all that.” He grumbles, trudging along the sidewalk, refusing to look at you.

He wanted everything fast, fast, fast, and you were dragged along for the ride, anxious and unprepared.

“I am, I am, it’s just you’re drunk, and your head is going to hurt in the morning…” You tell him, helping him up the stairs and through your apartment door.

He makes a beeline for your living room and flops down on your couch. “So, what, I want you, and you’re my girlfriend, so.”

You try to hide your grimace, but he sees it and groans.

“You’re always like this, I swear, such a prude.” He throws an arm over his eyes and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out.

You blanch, there’s no way he’s just going to jerk off, drunk, in the middle of your living room, right?

“Todd, seriously?” You snap, grabbing a decorative pillow and hurling it at him.

He ignores you, pumping himself, grunts and groans spilling from his lips. You used to find him attractive, you’ve always liked when he was vocal but now? Now it feels traitorous to hear him instead of Miguel.

But you’ve never heard Miguel, your mind was just making things up, that’s what dreams and fantasies are.

“You’re such a dick.”

He sat up, still gripping his erect cock. Was it smaller than you remembered? “Maybe I wouldn’t be if you’d do your job.”

"My job?” You ask, thoroughly confused.

He points at his cock, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, there’s no way he means what you think he means.

“Good girls suck their boyfriend’s dick.” He says it with such certainty, that it sounds ridiculous.

You bust out laughing, doubling over, gasping for breath. “You’re so full of it.”

“I’m not, you’re just a—” then he goes quiet, and you look up to see him passed out cold, cock still in hand.

You stand there for a moment, flabbergasted. There’s no fucking way that just happened.

Throwing a blanket over Todd, you head for the fire escape a different blanket in hand, climbing up to the roof, and sitting on the edge of the roof, feet dangling, your hands behind you supporting you as you lean back.

You let out a sigh, tilting your head up towards the night sky. It feels good out here, cool breeze, the sounds of the city at night, the gentle coo of the pigeons the apartment manager cares for.

A soft thump draws your attention, and you jump scrambling away from the edge, and turning on your heel. Only to come face to chest with Spiderman.

“I wish it was that easy to get everyone off the ledge.” He says, a hint of humor in his voice.

You remember what he looks like, and his face, mask? is everywhere, but it’s different when you’re not terrified or watching some grainy news footage.

“And he’s funny too.” You joke, giving him a small smile.

He tilts his head, scanning you, then reaches out and his gloved thumb brushes across your cheek. “You were crying?”

Were you crying? You touch your face, your fingertips coming away damp. “Oh, I didn’t even notice, it’s just been a long day.”

You spread out your blanket and sit, your back against the wall, and you pat the space before you.

“Won’t your boyfriend be upset if he found out, you’re sharing a blanket with a masked hero?” He teases, sitting in the space you made for him.

“My boyfriend is currently passed out drunk with his dick in his hand.” You tell him, the low light making you braver than you’d normally be.

He goes silent, the eye parts of his mask widening, and you think that’s his version of raised eyebrows.

“He was drunk and pissed at me because I didn’t want him to slobber up my neck, so then he whips it out, and when I tell him to stop, he calls me a prude and says I should do my job , which is such an asshole thing to say.” It feels good to ramble, to just vent all your feelings onto this masked semi-stranger.

“Do your job?” Spiderman asks, his eyes narrowed.

“He said, and I quote, good girls suck their boyfriend’s dick.’ Literally so ridiculous…” You trail off as Spiderman rolls his shoulders back.

For a moment you’re hypnotized by the movement, the sheer mass of muscle.

“…shoes?”

You snap out of it. “I’m sorry?”

“Did you like your new shoes?” He asks, and you hear a smile in his voice.

Wow, y/n, rude much? You didn’t even think to thank the man who not only saved your life, but also replaced your shoes.

“Yes, thank you so much, how much do I owe you?” You go to pull out your wallet but realize you left it in your bedroom.

“No, it’s alright, consider it an apology for not getting there fast enough.” He holds his hands up in a pacifying manner.

You purse your lips but nod. “Alright, well, again, thank you.”

You’re fiddling with the necklace Gabi and Miguel got you, and it seems to catch his eye. “That’s pretty, your boyfriend get you that?”

You shake your head, dropping the pendant. “No, it was a gift from one of my kids, I’m a teacher.”

“That’s cute, do you mind if I?” He motions towards it slightly, and you lean forward, letting him catch it between two long fingers. “Very nice.”

“Yeah, I think it’s really sweet.” You smile up at him, breath catching in your throat when he releases the pendant close to your skin, his fingertip brushing the tops of your breasts.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to touch...” He says quickly, retracting his hand.

You give him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, it was an accident.”

“What’d your boyfriend say?”

“About the gift? I don’t think he even noticed.” You scoff, brushing your hair back from your shoulders.

“No, what did he say after you turned him down?” His voice is lower, warmer, spreading across your skin and seeping into your bones.

“Oh well, he tried to argue then passed out.” You giggle, Spiderman’s masked form still inches from your own.

Spiderman lets out a low hum and tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “He phrased it all wrong, good girls don’t suck dick, they take cock.”

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goldenseresinretriever · 5 months

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Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 13

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Chapter CW: 18+ ONLY, angst, swearing, hockey violence, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies, legal inaccuracies. No use of Y/N. Any opinions on NHL teams expressed by my characters are not my own and describe fictional versions of these teams.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Aaaa just one chapter to go and that’s basically an epilogue so this is the big one y’all. Thank you to every single person that’s read my work and enjoyed my characters. Y’all have changed my life and I can’t wait to keep sharing my stories with y’all 🥺❤️

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Your lips are red and irritated from how much you’ve been biting them. You’re bundled in one of Jake’s sweatshirts since you’re off duty tonight and curled up by the glass as you watch the boys during morning skate. Your eyes are glued to Jake, watching and analyzing every movement for any sign of pain or discomfort, but he looks alright.

“You’re going to chew through your lip if you keep that up.” You look up as Zam sits down next to you. She’s wearing the baby pink suit she’d been wearing the day you met, but her expression is grim. Her eyes follow you over to Jake and the other guys.

“Everything okay?” You ask and she gives a tired laugh.

“As okay as it always is. It’s the first preseason game, and sure there’s going to be press, less than there will be for the season opener but it’s our first game as a team. Everyone wants to see the team in action and get their opinions out there. Jake’s situation is just the cherry on top of my stress.” You give her a sympathetic look before looping one of your arms through hers, leaning your head on her shoulder, giving her arm a squeeze.

“I’m sure you’re going to do amazing. You’re the most capable person on this team, and that’s not an exaggeration.” She snorts, leaning her head against yours.

“Damn right, I am.” And the two of you share a laugh as you feel some of the weight lift off of your anxious heart. You look back up to see Jake watching the two of you, a soft smile on his face and he waves when he sees you notice him. You wave back, blowing him a kiss and he feigns catching it. The team knows you’re together, a choice that Jake was adamant about despite the obvious risks of someone running their mouth to the press. As for a public statement, Cyclone had been firmly against it, considering that it's probably the last thing that the media wants to hear about Jake right now next to the details of his injury.

Zam sits with you a bit longer, watching the boys skate before she takes her leave, back to work arranging the post-game press interviews. Cyclone had turned down requests for player interviews during the game itself stating that he needed his team completely focused on the match. He was most likely also doing his best to keep Jake from saying anything unsavory to the press before he could be there to nip it in the bud personally.

Practice stops for a break and Jake skates up to the glass where you’re sitting, pressing one massive glove to the surface and you stand up, pressing your own against it as he smiles at you. He’s in a good mood this morning all things considered but it makes sense. At his core Jake loves hockey you’re sure there’s a part of him that’s bouncing off the walls at being back on the ice, prepping for a game. You head out of the arena as Jake swings himself over the boards, heading back around to the staff entrance to meet him near the locker room. He’s even taller on his skates and you don’t reach as high when you give him a hug. He squeezes back before pulling back to pull off his gloves so he can take your hand in his, the skin-on-skin contact soothing your raw nerves. You follow him as he leads you to the locker room and asks you to wait outside. He comes back, sans helmet and gloves and holding a familiar-looking bundle of fabric in his hand.

“This is for you, Bunny, for tonight.” He hands you the bundle and you unfold the jersey carefully, holding it out so you can see it better. It's in your size instead of his, but his name and number are still emblazoned on the back.

“Jake,” you give him a rueful smile. “You know I can’t wear this tonight. There’ll be press everywhere and Cyclone will go ballistic-“

He shakes his head, cutting you off. “Fuck Cyclone, you’re my girl and you should be allowed to wear my jersey. I want you to wear my jersey.” Your heart aches at the words and you nod, clutching the fabric to your chest.

“I’ll be proud to wear it.” You fold it back up before giving Jake another hug. “I’ve always been proud to wear your number, and I always will be.” He pulls you closer and you take a moment to just soak him in until Javy’s voice calling Jake back up the tunnel breaks the silence. “I love you, Jake” you whisper, reaching up to stroke his cheek, gently. “Be safe tonight, but most of all have fun out there.” Jake returns your soft smile as he kisses your palm and then your nose and lips.

“I love you too, Bunny. I’ll play for both of us tonight. We’re a team, remember?” Your smile widens and you nod at him, hoping your eyes convey all the love that your lips can’t convey as he heads back up the tunnel.

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You make your way down the tunnel. You’re off duty tonight but that doesn’t stop you from flashing your employee ID and heading back to see the team. You’ve got Jake’s hoodie over his jersey for the time being. The boys are already on the ice, warming up and Zam gives you a wave as you make your way up. The cameras and crowd are all focused on the rink so you stand next to Zam as she watches the boys warming up. Maverick and Dare are standing behind the bench, chatting with Dr. Bates. Cyclone and Iceman are sitting next to each other, both intently watching the ice. Iceman notices you and gives you a wave. You wave back, wondering how much he knows about what’s going on. Then he beckons you over to where he’s sitting and you give Zam a look before climbing over the bench to sit next to Iceman.

“Even if you’re off duty tonight, no need to miss out on a good seat.” He says as you get comfortable. You’re torn between keeping on Jake’s hoodie since Cyclone is just on the other side of Ice but then Jake’s words from earlier come back to you. “You’re my girl and you should be allowed to wear my jersey. I want you to wear my jersey.” With that thought, you shrug off Jake’s sweatshirt, smoothing it over your lap, sitting a little straighter as you meet Jake’s eyes across the ice. Even from where you’re sitting you can see the grin spread across his face and he raises a fist in your direction that you mirror, no longer afraid of who sees. “Congratulations,” Ice says with a fond smile in your direction. You feel your cheeks warm and his eyes on the back of your jersey.

“Thank you,” You murmur, keeping your eyes on Jake as your fingers play with the fabric of the sweatshirt on your lap. You feel like you can feel every eye in the stadium on you, but you know that's just your mind playing tricks on you. You’re in the staff section, not sitting with the other wives and girlfriends where you’d originally planned on sitting. Zam flashes you a smile as she climbs up and settles in next to you. The game’s about to start and you can tell the audience is buzzing. Even though the Dogfighters are brand new, the stands are packed but your eyes fall on plenty of Predators fans who have taken advantage of the lack of die-hard fans. Your parents are somewhere among them. Originally, they’d planned to come down for the season opener but had changed their minds last minute. The chance to see two of their children at once didn’t come often, so while they were here, you hadn’t been able to score them family-and-friends tickets so they’re somewhere you can’t see. The boys start skating back towards the bench, swinging over the boards so the pre-game ceremony can begin. Jake shoots you a grin and a fistbump that you return as the lights in the area dim.

You’re distracted with nerves as the pre-show begins. You hear the electric guitar riff begin as a projection of snow-covered ice plays over the rink, and a dozen paw prints pierce the surface before a huge invisible slaw slashes the Dogfighter’s logo across the projected ice. Images of the players are up on the jumbotron, spliced with clips from practice and you have to hand it to the media team. There’s no way to tell that Jake has been absent from a majority of practices. The audience remains none-the-wiser as they cheer for the Dogfighters. Then it’s time for the boys to get on the ice and the cheers are deafening as Jake’s called up first, his megawatt grin blinding on the jumbotron as he skates onto the ice. The rest of the team joins him one by one until all twenty players are on the ice. The show ends and you watch all but the six starters skate back over to the bench as Nashville’s six starters take their positions.

Jake is starting with the rest of the first line. As the team’s centre, he’ll handle the faceoff. Flanking him are the wingers, Reuben to his left and Mickey to his right. Behind them are Bradley on the left and Javy on the right. Bob’s in the net tonight. You recognize most of the boys on the Predators starting line, but your brother’s still on the bench. You feel a twinge of pride that Jake’s made the first line of the Dogfighters but on paper, between him and Tucker, Jake’s easily the better player. The whistle blows and they're off. Jake gets control of the puck easily, and the Dogfighters move toward the Predators’s net. Even knowing his knee isn’t in peak condition, it’s hard to tell with how well he’s moving tonight and you find yourself getting caught up in watching him the way you always have. You've seen him play in person before but never this close up. When he vaults over the boards for a line change, he meets your eyes with his and you’ve never seen him look so alive. Your eyes ask about his leg and he gives you a look that tells you he’s fine and you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. However, you know enough about hockey to not let your guard down entirely.

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The first period ends without incident. The Dogfighters are up 2 to 0. Jake scored one of the two goals, and spirits were high in the locker room during intermission. Now, it’s halfway through the second period and the Predators have tied things up at 2-2. Tensions are high on the bench and you can tell Cyclone is actively fighting to stay calm and let Maverick and Dare do their jobs. Maverick still doesn’t look too worried but Dare’s face is a mask of stone. Unlike Maverick, this isn’t her first rodeo and while she’s been doing her best to let Maverick make most of the calls, he seems more than happy to hand her the reigns and you can tell that he’s lightly overwhelmed. Penalties have been handed out here and there throughout the game so far. Bradley took the first one of the night for roughing with one of the Nashville defencemen. Zam’s lips had been pressed tightly in a line when he placed the hit. You couldn’t blame her. Bradley Bradshaw isn’t exactly known for rough play. He took more of an enforcer role with the Flyers, more likely to fight back and deter violent altercations than outright provoking opponents and attacking them. Mickey took a penalty for hooking at the beginning of the period in response to Reuben getting tripped by a Predators player at the end of the first period that went uncalled by the ref. You can tell the two wingers are fiercely protective of each other.

Since then, the Predators have been picking more fights, and you’re on the edge of your seat, eyes glued to Jake when he’s on the ice.

When the hit happens, you feel time slow. One of Nashville’s wingers hooks Jake with his stick and Jake loses his balance, falling onto his bad knee as one of their defencemen checks him into the boards. You watch Jake crumple and you’re moving without realizing. You hear people yelling after you but your body is moving entirely on its own as you vault the boards, feet slipping as you attempt to sprint across the ice to Jake. You’re screaming yourself but you’re not sure if there are words involved, at least any intelligible ones. You almost make it to Jake before a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you’re kicking and screaming as the person holding you tries to pull you away from Jake. Javy and Jake’s voices are calling for you to calm down and amidst your thrashing, you see the number 23 on the white helmet and now you’re actively clawing at your restrainer. “Tucker get your fucking hands off me! Let me go!” You wriggle and kick at your older brother’s knees until he lets you go and you almost collapse on the ice, your feet slipping as you fall to your knees beside where Javy’s crouching by Jake. Play has long since stopped since you literally ran onto the ice in the middle of the game. “Jake, are you okay?” Your eyes are wide and frantic, immediately moving to inspect his leg. “Can you move your knee?”

“Bunny,” his voice cuts through the blur of voices around you and you look up to see his green eyes filled with concern and shock that you’re here. “Sweetheart, you can’t be here.”

“I’m a physician, I think I’m allowed.” You say, your voice trembling as the reality of what you’ve just done hits you.

“Sweetheart?!” Tucker’s shocked voice behind you registers and you turn, fixing him with a firm glare.

“Tuck? Do everyone a favor and shut the fuck up.” His eyebrows go straight up as you turn back to Jake. You and Tucker are close, closer than you are with your eldest brother, Charlie. You should probably give him a call after this because you’re probably going to need a world of legal counsel after tonight is over. “I said can you move your knee, Jake?” He nods and you press gently at his knee over his pants. “Any pain?” You ask as the voices behind you get louder and then there’s another pair of arms wrapping around your forearm and you turn to see the ref scowling at you and you sigh, scowling back. “I’m in the middle of tending to my patient if you don’t mind.” You hear Jake suck in a sharp breath at your clipped tone.

“You can tend to your patient when he’s back on the bench. Come on now, young lady, let’s get you off the ice.”

Jake speaks up then, as Javy and Mickey help him to his feet. “That’s doctor, to you.” His voice is firm and leaves little room for argument and the ref shoots him a look before turning back to you.

“Alright then doctor, let’s get you out of here.” He helps you up and you attempt to follow after him but since you’re in your sneakers and the adrenaline that propelled you across the ice before is now nonexistent, you slip and almost face-plant on the rink before a pair of arms scoops you up. Tucker gives you a grim smile as he carries you back over to the Dogfighter’s bench, depositing you safely on the other side of the boards. You turn back to return his smile in silent thanks as Javy, Jake, and Mickey make it to the boards as well and help Jake through the tiny door to the end of the bench where Dr. Bates is waiting. You start toward him until Cyclone steps in front of you, his face is one of barely-concealed fury. He grabs your arm roughly and you wince at the strength and force of his grip as he starts to drag you towards the tunnel. His body shields yours from Jake’s eye line, but Tucker clocks your reaction from where he’s lingering on the other side of the boards and his eyes harden.

“Hey!” he yells. “Get your hands off my sister!” Heads immediately turn your way and then Jake’s up and in your line of sight, his face a mask of fury as he steps between you and Cyclone and shoves him against the edge of the tunnel, hard. Cyclone’s hand releases your arm amidst the confusion and you step back, letting Jake’s body shield you from him.

“Get your hands off my girl, or I swear to god I’m going to cause more than just a scene.” Jake’s voice is cold, calculated, and void of emotion even as he growls the threat in Cyclone’s face. It’s low enough that you still catch the words but you know the audience pressed up against the glass next to you probably can’t. Maverick and Dare are on Jake then, pushing you back farther down the tunnel, out of sight as they pull Jake off Cyclone, his green eyes icy as he steps away easily, turning to look at you as you creep back towards the locker room and he gives you an encouraging nod as you turn and disappear.

***

The game ends up continuing after a lengthy intermission during which the ice is cleaned and Zam and Ice have a lengthy discussion with the referees and the Predators’s leadership. Jake sits out the rest of the game, spending the rest of the second period on the bench until Dr. Bates escorts him down the tunnel to give him a more thorough check-up in the examination room where you’re waiting with shaking hands. You’ve been keeping up with the game via a livestream on your phone and the Dogfighters are up 3-2.

When Jake and Dr. Bates come in you stand from where you’ve been hunched over a stool. He asks you to grab some of his equipment from his office but you reveal that you’ve already prepped everything he needs to examine Jake and you move to assist him. He makes no effort to deter you from helping. You keep your eyes on Jake’s knee as he answers Dr. Bates’s questions and watch him for any physical responses that might contradict his verbal ones. Everything seems to match, however, both you and Dr. Bates recommend Jake stay on the bench for the rest of the game just in case. Now that you know that Jake is really, truly fine, you let out the breath you’ve been holding since he first got hit and Dr. Bates stands from where he’s been seated, examining Jake’s leg, turning to you. “I’ll give the two of you a moment, but Jake needs to be back in the arena in five.” You give him a thankful look as you nod. Once he’s gone you finally look at Jake, and the tears you see in his eyes nearly bring you to your knees. You throw yourself into the safety of his arms and he pulls you close.

“I’m so sorry, Jake. I know I shouldn’t have done that, I didn’t even realize I had until it was too late.” You’re crying now and you feel your whole body shaking as Jake just shakes his head where it’s buried in your hair.

“Nothing to apologize for, Bunny. You just scared me, is all.” He presses a kiss against your hair, gently. “My brave girl, so fucking fearless.” You let out a watery giggle at that and Jake pulls away from you gently to wipe away your tears with his big, smelly gloves. You wrinkle your nose at the smell as he laughs and pulls them off and you keen at the warmth of his bare palms against your cheek as he holds your face in his hands. He presses a kiss to your nose before you wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your hands in the sweaty hair at the back of his neck and hauling his mouth against yours. The kiss is slow and sensual but full of all the desperation that the two of you are feeling. “I love you so much, Bunny.” He whispers against your lips and you echo the sentiment before pulling away from him. You know everything changes once this game ends and you’re terrified to see what the future will bring but whatever it is, you know you’ll face it together. You help Jake to his feet and walk him back to the locker room where the rest of the team is heading back up the tunnel.

Maverick and Dare come out last and Maverick follows the boys but Dare hangs back, coming up to you. The two of you have traded a few words here and there but she’s never really spoken to you one-on-one. She gives you a tired smile that you mirror tentatively before she speaks. “What you did today was really brave. Being with someone like Jake isn’t going to be easy and you’re going to have to fight your way forward at every step, but it looks like you’re a fighter and that’s a good thing.” You smile wider at that, thanking her. She sighs and you see a faraway look in her eyes as she remarks. “I should have fought harder. Sometimes I wonder what my life would look like if I did.” Your heart aches at that.

“Did you miss him, when he was gone?” You can't help the question that leaves your lips and Dare turns to you, surprised. You give her an embarrassed shrug.

“Mav told us when he had Jake and I over at his house for dinner.” You see an indecipherable emotion pass over her face before she schools her face back into a polite smile.

“I do.” She says before she reaches over to give your shoulder a squeeze, heading back up the tunnel and leaving you behind her.

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You spend the rest of the game in your office, watching the live stream at your desk and fighting every impulse to start packing up the small space. You promised Jake that you would fight together and Dare had just told you to be prepared to do the same, and despite your strong intentions to do just that, there’s a small part of your brain that tells you to prepare for the worst. The game ends with a score of 4-2 in the Dogfighters’s favor. You wish you could be out there celebrating with the team as you watch the cameras pan to the boys jumping all over each other in excitement. You hear them noisily making their way back to the locker room and yet you force yourself to stay in your office even after you hear them exit just as noisily. You’re forcing yourself to work on some paperwork to kill time when a familiar voice comes from your phone. You’d forgotten to turn off the live stream once the game ended and now Jake’s on the screen, giving what seems to be a post-game interview.

“When I came to San Diego, I was in a pretty dark place. I was suffering from an MCL tear that had been untreated since the playoffs back in June. I’d put my trust in the wrong people and gotten hurt and I wasn’t ready to trust a brand new team quite yet, I just knew I needed to leave Dallas and San Diego seemed like the best bet. What I didn’t know was that my life was about to change for the better. Throughout my career, I’ve worked with a lot of physicians but none of them cared about their patients the way Bugs does. I mean, you all saw her tonight. She wasn’t even working tonight but she literally ran onto the ice because she was worried about my knee. I haven’t given her the easiest time. When we first met I was stubborn and probably gave her a lot of trouble that she didn’t need or deserve but she kept pushing, trying to get me to trust her so that she could help me because that’s just the kind of doctor that she is. She’s brilliant and talented and so dedicated to her patients that I was stupid enough to fall head over heels in love with her.” Your breath catches. “And, you see, she could tell, because she’s that smart, and she told me it would just get both of us in a world of trouble and she could even lose her job, so I tried. I really tried not to, but when you meet the love of your life, I don’t think you get much of a say in whether or not you fall for them. And then I got so, so lucky because she fell in love with me too.” The tears you’ve been holding back all night are falling now, making silent tracks down your face as you listen to Jake’s words and let them wash over you. “But obviously I didn’t want her to get into any trouble so we went to our PR rep because I’d never ask Bugs to choose me over her career. So we hired Dr. Bates and he’s been taking good care of me since and I’ve been lucky enough to be loved by someone as exquisite and talented as Bugs. I’m so proud of her and I love her so much. It’s such a privilege to be her partner and teammate.” You sob as Jake finishes his speech and when he looks right into the camera you know he’s looking at you.

For once you feel as fearless as Jake seems to think you are and you drop your phone on your desk, forgotten, as you sprint for the door because you need to get to him. You race down the hall to the area where you know the post-game interviews are being held and Jake’s smiling at the cameras as they flash. A few other players are standing around in their suits but the cameras and attention are all on Jake. You pause as you reach the edge of the crowd but Jake’s eyes find you easily and you watch his face brighten into a huge grin as he holds out his arms and then you’re pushing through the crowd to get to him, hurling yourself into his warm embrace as he holds you close, the back of his jersey facing the cameras and declaring to the world that you’re Jake’s girl.

“Hey, sweet girl.” He whispers into your hair.

“I love you, Jake, I love you so much.” You whisper back and you don’t care if the microphones pick it up because you’d shout it from the rooftops if given the chance. You love Jake and he loves you, there’s nothing else in the world that matters. You hear the interviewer in the background introducing you to the world as Jake Seresin’s girlfriend and your heart aches with joy as you turn in his arms, head held high, ready to face the world.

A/N: AAAAAAAAA, god I loved this chapter so much 🥹 And the cameo from Tucker, we love to see it

#snitches get stitches // sdd #san diego dogfighters #san diego dogfighters au #san diego dogfighters hockey au #sgs // sdd #tgm hockey au #top gun maverick hockey au #top gun maverick #TGM #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #Jake Seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #hangman x reader #hangman x you #no use of y/n

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wonwooslibrary · 10 months

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svt as boyfriends ♡ wonwoo edition

member: wonwoo x gn!reader genre: fluff, bullet points :3 word count: 876 summary: wonu's gamer bf era warnings: none !! just know that i am in love with jeon wonwoo. (me saying things like that is what makes it hard to see i'm a junhui ult on this blog) author's note: happy wonwoo day !!!!! summer is about half way over :( but I hope this wonu boyfriend au will make you feel better <3

There is absolutely no way that the Jeon Wonwoo is not the “gamer bf”

I have some very specific thoughts about boyfie Wonwoo so buckle your seatbelts and make sure to keep all hands and feet in the cart while it is in motion

Quality Time

Jeon Wonwoo is the king of quality time!!

He would so much rather just chill with you at home than go anywhere

Hates parties and only goes to them if another member of svt is hosting it because he’ll feel bad if he doesn’t spend time with his brothers

Feels uncomfortable around your friends but will go with you to see them anyway because as long as he’s with you, he’s happy

ABSOLUTELY loves when you ask if you can join him when he is gaming!

If you play games a lot, he’ll be all pouty when you beat him at something like Call of Duty, but if you don’t play games a lot, you’ll be pouty when you find out he let you win at Mario Kart

He would also love to just have cuddle time where he reads his articles online and you just game on your phone, read a novel or something

Words of Affirmation

THIS MAN IS FSDKJFNSDKJ so good at affirmation pls I could sob just thinking about it

He never fails to make you feel worthy, and perfect !

Always compliments you when he’s watching you do something, like if you win a race in Mario Kart he’d be saying something like “I’m so proud of you, good job!” even if it is something simple

He’ll be over the freaking moon if you tell him you got a promotion at work, he’ll go on a rant about how much he loves you and will be on your side no matter what

Do pet names count as words of affirmation bc Wonu is the type to say something like “babygirl/babyboy”, “sweetie” or “sweetheart” aaaaa

Just imagine him being like “good morning, sweetheart” AAAA sorry i’m in love-

Anyway Wonu is amazing at compliments and also loving you

Physical Touch

Is awkward lmao but he will try his best

He would love to rest his head on you, if you’re taller, in between your shoulder blades while back-hugging you, but if you’re shorter, on your shoulders

I can totally see him waiting to hold your hand when you’re shopping, going on dates, or just chilling in the living room

Loves cuddles but would refuse to admit to it

Please let this man be the softie we all know he is !!

Though, even tho he loves being around you and touching you…he always needs his alone time, and you are more than willing to accept that because let’s face it: everyone needs to be alone once in a while

He is such a simp tho, if you ask for even the slightest PDA he goes all out, even if he gets embarrassed about it: he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders if you’re sitting next to each other in a movie theater or a restaurant

He’ll also 100% playfully push you, like if you tell a really bad joke or if he is pretending to be annoyed with you (we all know he could never actually have any negative feelings towards you)

Acts of Service

Acts of service is totally his calling: he’ll love to do literally anything for you

When you can’t sleep or are sick, you’ll ask him to sing you something to relax you and he’ll sing for hours until the both of you are asleep next to each other

He seems like the type to love doing simple chores like laundry: it keeps him distracted, gives him the alone time he needs, and it helps you out !

As soon as you pull a “Wonu could you do this for me 👉👈 🥺” he’ll be sprinting to make you happy

My favorite Wonwoo act of service is: teaching you how to do things…

This man loves to learn, and who else is he going to share his knowledge with? You want to know better ways to keep your plants alive? He’s got you!

You’re unsure how to make this side dish for dinner? He’s texting you links to twenty different recipes and helping you pick the one you like most

He just loves to interest you in these silly little facts that he hopes would help you with something, whether it be now, or in 10 years

He’s a helpful bean <3

Gift Giving

Uses his money to his advantage (pls stop him before he takes over the world)

If you even mention an article of clothing being cute in a store, you suddenly have one of every color the next day

If you are like “Hey Wonu do you wanna go see __ in concert?”, you best believe that he’s buying you VIP tickets

And when you complain to him that he is spending way too much money on you, he just shrugs

“What else am I going to do with my money? We have a nice place, and I have everything I could want, as well as you, I might as well use it to make you happy”

I love him…

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brandycranby · 10 months

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Congrats on the 2nd anniversary of your first fic!

Can I get number 5 of the secret relationship prompts with Steve Rogers please? 💕🤗

A Million Reasons

a/n: aaaa thank you kera 🥺🫶🏻💕💕 i hope u like dis. banner by @cafekitsune

The touch of Steve’s fingers on your cheek is radiant, its sweet warmth sparkling along your skin and down your neck where he traces the tip of his nose along your pulse.

“I’m not sure I can go the whole day without kissing you,” he whispers, relishing the comfort of holding you in his arms for a few seconds more while the perfume of your skin threatens to make him succumb and stay by your little desk, exposing your love to the world.

The bright office lights sting his eyes when you pull away and he blinks, hair a little mussed and your scent clinging to him possessively. You avoid looking at his lips so plump and pink and pretty, begging to be kissed.

“What bullshit reason should I give for your visit today, Captain Rogers?” You smile; the huff he makes would sound more appropriate coming from a particularly grouchy rottweiler but the sudden rustling behind your boss’s office door means it’s time to be professional once more.

“A routine security report and a chat about policy improvement,” he beams at your eye roll at his perfectly recited excuse, the same one he’s been using for the last five months.

“I’m sure.” Your fond expression lingers even as Pepper swings her door open to eject a disheveled Tony, and you brush your hand against Steve’s one last time before he turns away.

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i've never written secret relationship before but this is really fun!! reader is pepper's PA if that isn't clear 🤗💕

come celebrate my first fic's 2nd anniversary with me

#brandy answers #kera <3 #my asks #seven sentence celebration: 🥭#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #my writing

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merakiui · 6 months

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any azul thought 2 sequel cwumbs? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 pwease? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

but jokes aside, i am willing to wait for it!!! even if it takes forever!!! i’m really excited for what you have in-store for us, and with tmdg dropping soon oooooohh i know its going to be a ride 😩😩😩😩

but any crumbs from u is a already a delight!! thank u for slaying always 😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰☺️☺️☺️

Your crumbs, my liege. (˘ ˘ ˘) 💖 please enjoy the tiny offering.

I just know poor darling is sweating because she's sitting there pregnant with Azul's baby. >_< aaaa the drama... it's too scary!!!

Since Azul thought two sequel came in second place in the poll I posted a while ago, it will be next on my list. Currently the priority list is as such:

✧ the most dangerous game (yan!jade)

✧ sex by the sea (short smut scenarios with the cast from lost in the book with stitch)

✧ heartache hospital (yan!scaramouche)

✧ azul thought two sequel

✧ the crocodile's dilemma (yan!dr. riddle)

✧ moonbroch (yan!octavinelle; sequel to sea glass)

✧ eternally ever after (yan!rook)

I'm really happy so many are looking forward to the sequel. T^T <3 I never thought Azul thought two would ever become so popular or well-liked enough to warrant want for a sequel, so I'm very grateful!!!!! Thank you for your patience, sweet anon!!! I will do my best to write an enjoyable sequel!!!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

And also,,,, thank you for looking forward to tmdg!!!!!! >0< it will definitely be a ride. I've listened to so many fluffy love songs (and songs about sex) while writing it. Chase Atlantic defined the writing process for Azul thought 4; this time it's Laufey and wave to earth for tmdg!!! If anyone thinks I am a Jade Leech lover after I post this fic, that is not true. I am actually his hater (lover) and I can't stand him (I love him) and he is ugly (so cute and pretty and handsome) and I need to gnaw on him (I am gnawing on him as we speak)!!!!!

#sweet messages #thank you for always enjoying the crumbs i sprinkle throughout!!!! ♥️ ✨ ♥️ ✨#i will continue slaying hehehe >:D

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i-eat-novels · 2 months

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I'm just feeling some emotions about Wangxian tonight because aaa

Wei Ying only wanted to do good, and sometimes he didn't always succeed but that's all he wanted 🥺

He was hated for doing it in an unorthodox way, and no one was able to look past that but Lan Zhan

Lan Zhan was the only one who loved him and believed in him even at his lowest because he knew he just wanted to do good for others

I’m so soft, the devotion between them...

Wangxian just hits slightly different for me

https://twitter.com/_cauliflora/status/1427327780170178562?s=20&t=CHiFvvb9_a_9uf-moZ0-Ew this tweet got me acting up aaaa

#mdzs #wei ying #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan zhan #wangxian #this has been in my drafts for 2 years wtf #idk why i forgot about it lmao #thinking about them again so i might as well finally post it #my post #(well almost 2 years but close enough)

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twstwinnie · 2 years

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holyyyy shhhh i found ur acc and i LOVE LOVE LOVE the way u characterise all the characters 💕 i was wondering if you could do the relationship headcanon's (like the one for jamil) but for ruggie 🥺🥺

☀︎ With You ~ Ruggie Bucchi

summary: in a relationship with Ruggie! The usual categories: pining, confession, and dating!

tags: fluff, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, gn! reader

a/n: aaaa finally back! I’m so sorry for the delay, darling readers. I’ve been having a tough time irl, and have to put on a smile n tough it out despite being sick n such since I’ve got a lot of people relying on me !! I haven’t been able to catch much of a break! But I’m back, my lovely humans. I miss you all— you’re my absolute favorites. I’m happy to be writing again! After much requests for Ruggie, he’s finally here! Thank u anon, I’m glad you enjoy this series— enjoy Ruggie’s content! ~ winnie ♥︎

☀︎ starry - eyed !

» Ruggie is a bit conflicted at first when he meets you. You spend a lot of time around him, help him out with small, menial tasks— surely you want something from him? You must be doing it to get some sort of favor— that’s how most people in this world are. However, as much as he persists and asks, you always respond the same.

» You merely do it to make his life easier— to help him. He doesn’t believe it at first, but that doesn’t stop you from assisting him where you can. Slowly, Ruggie starts to trust you. With that trust, he slowly opens up.

» Before he’s even aware of it, you’ve become someone Ruggie’s able to be completely honest with. You’ve become someone he can rely on— and that’s a lot for him.

» He’s used to being self sufficient— used to doing things for himself. This is the first time he’s ever found another person to truly rely on. No repayment— no underlying motive— just… pure trust and friendship. Yes— friendship.

» The word is strangely foreign to him. He’s used to his relationships being contractual— mutually beneficial in a way that’s tangible. Money, favors, chores— that’s what serves as the basis for many of his relationships. However, with you, it’s different.

» He doesn’t get anything… yet he still finds himself happier by your side. There is no contact, no money, no exchange… but he gets so much from spending time with you. He just can’t quite explain what it is.

» Heartbeat quickening in your presence, going out of his way to help you— slowly, he begins to understand what you said to him originally. Doing things purely to make someone’s life easier. Ruggie begins to realize that… seeing you smile is enough payment for him. The fact that you’re happy? The fact that you thank him— give him a warm hug and light kiss on the cheek as thank you— it fulfills him in a way that other forms of payment never do.

» At first, he’s insistent that it’s nonsense. He’s reading too much into it because it’s his first friendship—! But that doesn’t hold up. It was a hell of a flimsy excuse to begin with, after all.

» However, he isn’t the one to actually take notice. One day, he’s in the kitchen cooking himself dinner for the day, but there’s two boxes of tupperware on the counter. Behind him, Kalim walks in, presumably searching for Jamil. He spares a glance at the hyena and says something that shows how scarily observant he can be.

» “Oooo— are you cooking for your friend, too?” Kalim questions, gesturing to the two tubs on the counter. Ruggie tenses immediately. Usually people brush it off as him making extra food for himself— how did Kalim…?

» Ruggie lets out a small huff. A little embarrassed at being caught, he sputters out an excuse, “It’s only because I accidentally made extra! I usually don’t do this for free, ya know!”

» Kalim simply smiles. “You smile a lot when you think about them while you’re cooking. Plus you keep looking at your phone! Waiting for a text? I’m sure it’ll come, Ruggie!” Kalim chides and trots off. The hyena beastman is left in complete shock. Kalim read him like a book— or rather, he was being… a lot more obvious about it than he thought.

» Finally, that question breaches his mind. He does prioritize spending time with you. You help him study, treat him to a meal when he does well on tests— you attend his magift practices and games… Hell! You even visit him at work! He spends so much time with you, yet his heart still beats faster at the thought of spending even more time with you. Outside of school functions and work— he wants to spend every minute he has free with you.

» He feels heat rise to his face— immediately, he realizes just how deep he’s in this.

» Ruggie adores you. Not just as a true friend— but something more. He’s grown to love you dearly, but how is he meant to breach that subject with you? Would you consider him… at all? Could you feel the same?

» Well, Ruggie does know one thing. He has to try. Nothing will happen if he sits around. At the very least, he has to put the work in and confess to you properly.

» He can only hope now that you’ll accept his affections. Because he’s never felt this way with anyone before.

☀︎ say the words !

» Given that this is probably Ruggie’s first serious crush, he’s woefully unprepared. How should he confess? Should he set up a date? But wouldn’t asking you on a date be equivalent to confessing— he was absolutely lost.

» For a while, he questions if he should ask for advice. But then follows the question— who? Who should he ask for advice from? His peers? Surely not. Let that information slip and he’s positive people are going to try using it against him! Leona, maybe? Well… something tells Ruggie that advice from the lazy lion probably wouldn’t be the most thoughtful. He’d probably just say something general to get the hyena off his back.

» He ponders on it for a bit, but then he realizes who’d be perfect to ask. His grandma. She’s been around— and he values her opinion more than anything. Maybe then, he’d be able to get her approval and a good way to confess!

» The moment he has the time, he calls her. It’s a bit hard, since he spends most of his time with you, but he manages to find time when you’re off studying with some of the other second years. Ruggie is completely nervous. His grandmother is all he has. And Ruggie’s never felt this strongly for anyone before. It was all new to him.

» Despite his craftiness and his many talents— this was not one he had experience in. Admittedly, it left him a bit… flustered. Regardless, he was ready to learn the ropes for you.

» When she finally picks up, what happens next is a mix of an interrogation and a heartfelt conversation. She asks for just about every detail possible on you, and Ruggie becomes really nervous for a second— what’ll she think? Is he in over his head?

» But then, she laughs; says that Ruggie “picked a keeper,” and that makes his heart swell in pride and joy. Her advice to him is simple:

» “Don’t do something just because you think it’s the right way to confess. It’s dishonest. Do what you will, but you better make damn sure it’s you.” She explains. Ruggie takes the advice in stride, insisting that he’ll make sure he stays true to himself— to who he is. Because putting on a false act to impress you…? His grandma was right— that’s dishonest.

» Of course, he’s used to bending the truth for his benefit, but things are different with you. Lying feels like poison if he ever has to direct it your way. So he won’t do that to you. Because you’re friends with who he truly is— confessing as anyone other than himself would be unheard of.

» As much as Ruggie enjoys small luxuries— the flashy lifestyle just isn’t who he is. At his very core, he’ll always be the boy from the slums— the one who grew up with a tight-knit community— the one who’s a lot softer than he lets on. That’s who he is, and who you know him as. So, with that, he settles on something simple.

» He’ll invite you to cook with him. Then, when you both sit down to eat— both an absolute mess from working in the kitchen— he’ll confess. He doesn’t even bother to script out what he’ll say. He wants every second of it to be genuine.

» As the day approaches, pretty much everyone notices the extra pep in his step. Leona mumbles that he’s “sunnier than usual,” Azul gives him a questioning glance when he’s working the lounge that afternoon, even Kalim (so scarily observant) gives him a knowing smile when he sees Ruggie humming happily to himself.

» Then, the night finally comes. He strikes a deal with Leona to keep people out of the Savanaclaw kitchen for a few hours and invites you over. He meets you at the Mirror Chamber and can’t help the way his heart flutters. You greet him with a warm smile, sticking to his side as he leads you into his dorm. Once you’re in the common kitchen, all hell breaks loose in the best way possible.

» You work wonders alongside him in the kitchen, but ingredients are still playfully flicked at one another. You get flour on your face, and Ruggie laughs as he simply smears it more across your cheek. The kitchen’s atmosphere is nothing short of warm and fuzzy— absolutely loving.

» Once your meal is finished, the kitchen is a mess, but you’re both in high spirits, laughing and snickering alongside one another. You begin to eat, humming at the spiced, flavorful fish before you. Ruggie smirks widely in pride— boasting about how it's a recipe from home. Casual conversation floats between you both, but soon, Ruggie grows quiet as he observes you.

» Before he realizes it, the words just come out.

» “It’d be nice for everyday to be like this, y’know?” He whispers. You pause, scanning his features with wide eyes. Ruggie blushes, averting his gaze— quick to clarify his… rather vague confession.

» “It’s because I like you! Jeez, do I really need to spell it out for ya?” He mutters. Your silence unsettles him, but then you burst into bright laughter, hiding your mouth as your shoulders shake.

» “Sorry— Sorry! I’m just… I was literally just questioning if now would be a good time to confess and then you pull that out. I’m happy, really. I like you too.” You respond. Ruggie can’t help the smile that rises to his face.

» “Really? Finally! I can call you mine!” He chides teasingly. You smile playfully and let out a dramatic hum.

» “Actually wait— what’s in it for me?” You tease in return. Ruggie rolls his eyes and leans against you dramatically.

» “My loyalty, love, and attention! Is that not payment enough?” He sighs in feigned dismay. You nudge him playfully and shake your head.

» “It’s absolutely priceless. Now eat, my loyal hyena.” You insist and he smiles and digs in.

» Idly, he reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours across the table. As the night slowly comes to a close, the weight of it all finally settles.

» You're his, and Ruggie, yours. The warmth he feels is indescribable, but he knows one thing for certain. He wouldn’t trade it away for the world.

☀︎ at last , with you !

» When you two finally get together, you don’t really have to tell anyone for people to take notice. You’re both two peas in a pod— spending plenty of time with one another. Of course, it isn’t all the time, but certainly enough time in public for your peers to notice.

» Unsurprisingly, Leona is the first to notice. Ruggie’s doing his daily tasks on Leona’s behalf, but when the hyena walks into his room, he notices him snickering, presumably conversing with someone in the hallway. His ears flick, and he barely picks up the sound of your voice. When Ruggie walks in, he raises a curious brow.

» “So that’s why you’ve been so sunny recently. Explains a lot.” Leona casually comments. Ruggie, at first, takes it negatively, but the lion closes his eyes and smirks a bit.

» “Nice to know you’ve got someone taking care of you too, Bucchi.” Leona states. Ruggie is left speechless, clearing his throat and covering his fluster the best he can. He jabs back that he can take care of himself, but it’s hard to ignore the fact that he’s smiling. Leona approves, of course. He knows that the hyena runs himself ragged, and he cares a lot more than he lets on. He’s relieved that it happened. He knew it would eventually, but Leona’s glad it happened sooner rather than later.

» Aside from Leona, the Leech twins and Ashengrotto also take notice. You seem to only come in when Ruggie is working, and although you don’t distract him, Azul can’t help but notice the extra work Ruggie puts in when you’re around. He’ll work faster and harder— almost always managing to get things done an hour earlier. Then, he leaves with you. Unlike Leona, though, Azul doesn’t comment on it. Neither do the twins.

» However, Azul has learned that it’s a good idea to schedule Ruggie on particularly busy days… then sends you a coupon. Almost like magic, those days become a lot more manageable. Despite his work behind the scenes, he knows that both yourself and Ruggie are aware of what he does, but simply don’t mind it. You know that Ruggie appreciates the job, and he appreciates having you there to motivate him to work harder. Though your relationship isn't contractual, it does have mutually beneficial moments, naturally. This just happens to be one of them.

» Beyond work and school, you and Ruggie spend plenty of time together. Playful, fun dates running around— you cheering him on at his magift games— plenty of fun is had. Especially cooking together in the kitchen— Bright and early to make breakfast together, and later at night to make dinner. Typically, you spend lunch with your own friends, however— you do make exceptions from time to time— unspoken, yet much needed exceptions.

» On those days that Ruggie has heavy bags under his eyes, a little hunched over from a late night either spent studying, or failing to sleep— no matter the cause, those are days you spend lunch together. Ruggie never wants to pull you away from your friends (as boastful as he is, he cares for you deeply) so you always have to initiate these moments— and that you do.

» You’ll gently tug his sleeve, lead him out of the cafeteria after he’s finished eating. Then, you both go to a secluded part of campus and rest beneath a tree. Ruggie lays his head on your shoulder and catches up on sleep while you run your fingers through his hair. Sometimes, he’s entirely silent. Other days, he divulges his deepest worries and insecurities.

» He’s worried he won’t make enough money to bring food back home. He’s worried that his community is struggling— that he isn’t enough. Behind his prideful, boastful mask, he worries for the well-being of those he loves most. He’s scared of losing them. Naturally, he grew up with so little in the slums. Community is incredibly important— and he’s always so scared of losing that. Sometimes, he loses sleep over it.

» Ruggie has never had anyone to share his worries with, so he quickly realizes just how grateful he is to have you. Because on the days where he struggles, you whisper sweet reassurances. You tell him that he’s enough— offer to help him in any way possible. You help him make more money just to quell his worries, offer to sleep alongside him at night to fend off late-night anxieties— anything for him. You never expect compensation or apologies— just Ruggie’s love. That’s it. And he’s happy to oblige.

» You support him in ways no one has before. You visit home with him, meet the people who molded his very being, and help care for them in the same way he does. Because if Ruggie cares, then so do you. Of course, his grandma teases him and vocalizes her approval of you— but he can’t find it in him to complain when you just… meld right into his community.

» Ruggie is forever grateful for you. Not only do you love and accept his most well-kept worries, but you do all in your power to help him. Of course, he helps you in return, but even so, you never expect anything in return. For once in his life, he has something defined beyond mutual exchange or money— a relationship filled purely with love.

» With you, he doesn’t need to work hard— or be weary with his trust. He can just… be with you without worry. He can share his passions with you, confident that he’ll have your utmost support no matter what. You take care of him when he tires himself out taking care of others. You’re the one that cooks for him when he’s too tired to do it for himself.

» You do so much for him, and every day, Ruggie realizes more and more that he absolutely adores you. That warmth in his heart— finally, finally, is defined.

» At NRC, you are Ruggie’s home. You’re his warmth, security, and community. Everything he could’ve ever wanted and more.

» And every time he playfully asks you— what do you want in return?— insisting that there must be something— he’s confident that you’ll respond the same way every time.

» “All I want is your love, Ruggie.”

» And that feeling is entirely mutual.

— fin.

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del 💓 you said “rhett wants to jump straight to putting up the christmas tree and related decor, and bobby has to fight for his life to keep it at bay” and it got me wondering if this is how things go in the floytt household? 😂 do robby and reader kind of bend to rhett’s will and desires a lot of the time? does he pout for things and butter them up with kisses and hugs and soft-drawled pleas, or has he just taken to independent freedom and happiness so hard that he just starts doing things and neither reader nor robby have the heart to stop him—except where winter holiday decorations are concerned?

omg and not to encourage rhett 😂 but what does the floytt family christmas tree look like?

first of all, real or fake? i have a feeling that someone is allergic and thankfully knows it so decorating and subsequent celebrating goes off without a hitch...

is it rhett-sized or much shorter? the thought of any of them being taller than their tree is a little hilarious to me...

is it pine green or white / vintage colorful? can christmas-loving rhett appreciate wacking aesthetics from the 60s or is he a red and green traditionalist?

colorful lights or white lights? random collection of ornaments or matching cohesive store bought? i know what i think, but i wanna hear what you think 😌

are they tinsel garland people? or popcorn string people?

do they make it a whole affair, putting it up and decorating? are they playing music while they eat seasonal snacks and sweets from the grocery store? omg do they bake cookies? i think christmas is the only time of year that rhett will eat non-fruit sweets and desserts, but robby says it hardly counts because everything still has a tendency to be fruity or vanilla, not to mention most of it is candy cane flavored!

rhett ends up eating all those (i don’t know if you know what i’m talking about because they might be regional or generational [omg] but i hope you do) vanilla snowmen stick-less ice cream bars on him in retaliation *cue tackling in 3, 2, 1*

and please don’t stress too hard about the void au 🥺☁️💕💐

aaaa! omg hello 💐💕

It...it is...

A majority of the time, Robby is just fighting for his life in this household. He has his set dates for when every holiday celebration should begin, how early is too early, and what the best day is to take down the decor...and Rhett is simply fueled by the sheer power of vibes. It drives Bob mad. There's no order! If Rhett could have his way, Halloween decor would be out in August, Christmas would be up November 1st, and it would stay up past Valentine's Day.

But his excitement is so damn contagious. How is anyone supposed to say no when Rhett's got a Santa hat held between his teeth as he digs through a box in search of their matching candy cane keychains? Bob tries for all of half a second, but then Rhett's looking up at him with those big, confused puppy eyes, and the effort flies out the window.

Usually, it ends in a compromise of baking Christmas cookies the day after Halloween and getting out the small things. But the tree stays put away until the day after Thanksgiving. It is not coming out any earlier than that. But there was that one year when he was away on deployment, and Rhett convinced the Reader to get it out in early November.

Bob's still (jokingly) annoyed about that, by the way.

I could have sworn that somewhere around here, I mentioned Bob having a pine allergy...but I cannot find it to save my life. A part of me likes to think that Rhett grew up having a real tree every year, and now he's just perpetually confused about the whole fake tree thing. Why does it feel like that?

dfkjgh the concept of using Rhett as a unit of measurement is so funny to me 😭 there are two trees. The first one came about the first year in the house. With the chaos of getting settled in and work getting in the way, Christmas took a weird place on the back burner, where it was high on the list of things to do but kept getting pushed off. Rhett's knee was hurting him, Bob and Reader went off and got sick twice, and all of a sudden, it was December 3rd and they had no damn tree. So Bob, mid-sickness, bought one online.

You can imagine his and Reader's surprise when they came home to find Rhett in the living room, staring down at the frailest tree they'd ever seen. Fully set up, fluffed, and leaning over because the tree topper was too damn big. It didn't even have lights!

The joys of no-return policies and not reading the fine print.

Twas a true Charlie Brown Christmas. That poor tree had to sit in the corner because it would just...fall over. Reader looked at it funny one afternoon, and the damn thing dropped dead.

But the second tree is a completely different story. The high ceilings in the living room allow them to get away with virtually any sized tree, and one way or another, they wound up with a ten-foot-tall tree (Which is the only thing stopping Rhett from getting it out by himself). They had their choice between a regular green and a flocked tree; the Reader was the deciding factor on which they got. It's got the fancy color-changing mode because nobody could decide on colorful or light.

Bob usually sets it on white, and then Rhett passes by and sets it to the blinking rainbow setting. It's a quiet war every year.

The ornaments start out cohesive, but the next year, the Reader finds their decor that went missing during the move, and things slowly start to randomize. Some fall and break. The trio finds adorable new sets of ornaments that weren't out the year prior, and the aesthetic falls into adorable disarray.

The only consistent decor is the topper. An adorable animated biplane that Nat gifted them. Always happily spinning at the top of the tree and will only ever be replaced if they inexplicably discover a version with an F/A-18...

I don't know if this counts as a Christmas tree, but there's a two-foot-tall rainbow tree in the kitchen that Rhett inexplicably came home with one day. A gift from a well-meaning boss who doesn't quite get the whole "just because I'm married to two people doesn't mean I'll only accept Pride-themed gifts" thing. It serves as home to all the weird ornaments that get collected over the year.

A chicken wing ornament simply does not belong on the main tree...

With three people, the tree gets busy a little...fast...so the tinsel garland makes an adorable appearance on the staircase banister. Usually matching the wreath on the front door.

It's an entire weekend venture! Saturdays are reserved for the tree-related fussings (getting a ten-foot tree out of the attic is a hell of a venture), and Sundays are for the general decor. Wreaths, knick-knacks, stockings over the fireplace, various figurines, and the stuff in the front yard. The three deer are the first to go out there, because, one way or another, each member of the household is represented by one of the deer. One might or might not have an old pair of glasses hot-glued to its face...

Festive music is a must! Rhett's still got some CDs that he used to play in his truck, and once those have been played out, it switches to whatever playlist someone has made. Sometimes, they'll take a break and head to the grocery store for some seasonal snacks out of the bakery section, but a lot of the time, someone has already brought some home. There's an adorable bakery on the route home, and it's so hard to not stop at.

Baking cookies, omg. Bobby's momma gifted them a 12 Days of Christmas Cookies recipe book, and every year they go through it. They try to bake one set every few days, but every once in a while, something happens, and like four types get baked in a day. Rhett's partial to Kołaczki (Polish filled cookies), and Cowboy Cookies. Who could have guessed. Bob is a simple man who would commit a crime for Danish Butter Cookies. Please don't ask how many blue tins he owns. He's lost count.

But nothing can come between these two and their mints. Buttermints, candy canes, those soft peppermint puffs that are sold by more brands than I can count but always seem to taste the same. They're insufferably minty until they run out of mints after the New Year. If it's mint, they're eating it.

I swear I have seen these vanilla snowman bars somewhere! I know I've never had them, but they looked so damn familiar when I looked them up. They absolutely get rationed out because otherwise, Rhett will eat them all in the span of two days.

But then there was also that year when Bob brought home a couple boxes of them, and Rhett moved them out to the garage freezer because they kept falling every time he opened the door. Except, he didn't tell Bob, so that coming Friday, Bob came home with more.

Rinse and repeat until he cracks and asks how Rhett and Reader have eaten so damn many so fast, and Rhett realizes what happened. That may have been the longest wrestling match they've ever had.

In better news, they had enough snowmen to last till Spring.

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