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peter and reader are the closest best friends can be, even having the biggest crush on each other they keep pretending they don’t.

one day, they fall asleep together at peters bed after a movie night, and reader ends up having a wet dream with him.

peters wakes up spooning asleep reader while she’s quietly moaning and rubbing herself against him…….. BE CREATIVE I LOVE ALL YOUR CONTENT 💞💘💕💖💓💕💗💖💘

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A:N- Sorry this took so long to get out, i wasn’t liking how dragged out it was so i had to edit a lot of this!! I hope you like it though🩷🤍🩷

Wet Dream 🔥

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader SMUT

Summary: Reader has quite the raunchy dream about Peter one night. Spoiler alert; he’s right there to see it 👀

Warnings: switch!Peter, slow burn, kissing, grinding, humping, oral sex(fem receiving), unprotected P in V, fingering, hand job, porn with plot, Peter comes like 3 times before p in v even happens.. THE WHOLE PACKAGE PEOPLE!!!

Word Count: 6914 (had to shorten it sos!!)

Taglist: @kaismanwich @evpeters87 (Let me know if you want to be added or removed!!)

After a long week at the mansion, softened by your regular visits to the record store with Peter, you were finally free for a long weekend with your best friend and you had decided to celebrate with a movie marathon in your dorm room.

A glance at your phone read 11:06 PM.

Your roommate, Jean, was bunking with Scott tonight; and you had grasped the opportunity for a several hour long marathon- complete with bowls of sugary snacks and two-litre bottles of soda.

“You ready?” you asked Peter as he stumbled into your living room with a variety of cake snacks in his grasp.

“Hol’ on-” he grumbled, brows furrowing in concentration as he dumped the plethora of cake snacks onto the coffee table in front of you.

Fwip.

Your eyes trained on your best friend, who was now in your kitchen jabbing numbers into your microwave.

You watch, amused, as Peter impatiently taps his foot against the tiles, closely observing the popcorn in the microwave rotate. With every pop of a kernel came Peter’s childish explosion mimic in response. Sighing, you lean back into your seat.

You were sitting on an old, yellow 70's style vintage leather couch. Its material was ripped in various places, allowing bits of white fluff to peak through the tears. These fissures in the leather scraped across your bare legs, leaving little red marks each time you moved.

Peter was the one to ‘buy’ the couch for you when you first moved into the mansion, arguing to your horrified self that the piece of furniture had ‘character and personality’ to it.

The couch was tatty and torn apart, but you couldn’t find yourself able to get rid of it, despite Charles’ frequent offers to replace it free of charge.

It was by no means comfortable, but you found that you were able to sit back and relax soon enough.

As you heard the finishing beep of the microwave and Peter’s elated exclamation of delight, you got up to rifle through a box of DvD’s, searching for the first movie of the night.

Peter, busy with squirting a sickly amount of caramel sauce on his popcorn, gave you a bit of time to get ahead and choose the movie before he could pipe in with something like E.T. You swore you could recite that film backwards from the sheer amount of times Peter forced you to watch it.

Kneeling in front of the cabinet you began to sift through your collection.

The shining? You cringed at the thought. Granted, you absolutely adored the film, but watching it with Peter was something you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. You were jumpy enough without Peter’s sudden ‘BOO!’ yelled down your ear just before a scare.

Pretending to be scared and cuddling into your best friend was pretty nice though; that boy had enough body heat to put Lucifer to shame.

You grab a pile, rifling through them in quick succession. Ghostbusters? You had watched that last week. Grease? No one wants to see Peter’s Danny Zuko impression. E.T? Think again, motherfucker.

By the time Peter had proudly walked in with his creation, you had narrowed it down to 2 films. You turned to smile at him, and he flashed you a broad grin as he tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth before appearing next to you.

Fwip.

The speedster peered over your shoulder at your movie picks and cocked a silver brow.

“Can’t we jus’ watch E.T?” Crunch.

You shudder. Whether it was due to the abominable mention of that ghastly excuse for a film, or the obnoxious chewing in your ear, you weren’t sure.

You gaped up at him. “Whaddaya mean? Carry on films are classics! Better than a film we’ve seen 12 times already.”

You weren't even lying.

“I dunno, it’s jus’ the same sex-crazed people recitin’ the same half-arsed scripts for 30 films straight. Don't even get me started on the laughin’ tracks, babe.”

You shoot up and point an accusing finger at his pajama-clad chest. “This film deserves way more respect than the utta bullshit you’re tryna spew!”

Peter presses his lips into a line to avoid a snicker, smirking knowingly at you and holding up a caramel coated finger to your own chest.

“One word. Emmannuelle.” Crunch.

You whine and Peter smirks at catching you out, raising his eyebrows and walking backwards onto the couch, licking his finger and closing his eyes to relish in the sugary goodness.

“That’s not fair!” Your voice raises a few octaves as you eye his adam’s apple in motion, before continuing to search through your stack, “There’s 30 films and you picked the worst rated one!”

“Princess, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Peter responds nonchalantly, hand reaching into the popcorn bowl that he had already ingested three-quarters of. “Once yer’ve seen one, yer’ve seen them all, really.” He shrugged.

You couldn’t really fight his reasoning, instead settling with a short huff. Finally, after a quick eeny-meeny-miny-mo, you picked one of the films and popped the disc into the DVD-player.

“Buuut it is yer turn to choose. And i guess yer did sit through the last one.”

You turn to him. “‘Sit through’? I liked it!”

“Yer eyes were glazed over not even 10 minutes in!” Peter chuckled, “It’s alrigh’, babe. It’s not to everyone’s taste.” Crunch.

“Well atleast i’m not the one geekin’ out the whole way through!” You scoffed, plopping yourself on the couch and knocking knees with your bestfriend “You fuckin’ clapped when RD-23 came on the screen!”

“R2-D2.” He corrected under his breath, his unoccupied large hand moving to rest on your lower thigh.

Peter loooved Star wars and it clearly showed. In this moment he was adorned in a plain black t-shirt and stormtrooper pajama pants, of which hung deliciously on his hips, showing off his V-line which had you watering at the mouth. God, he had such a slutty waist.

He ‘bought’ you a matching pair like ‘all best buds do!’ except yours were little shorts and a smaller black t-shirt.

“We could just watch Revenge of The Sith instead yunno?” You offer, eyeing the slither of skin where his shirt had ridden up.

Peter shook his head, his soft silver locks moving with it. He was still hung up on when you “fainted” at the sight of Harrison Ford. You wouldn’t shut up about how good he looked for his age.

For his age? Pfft! He’s got nothin’ on a mutant with his slow-agin’ genetics!

Clicking play on the remote, you settle back into the cushions with an eager smile as you subconsciously snuggle into your best friend’s right side, easing him into a lying position.

You grin up at him and nuzzle your nose in his cheek. He tickled your side in response, making you erupt in small giggles at the feeling.

Peter happily grabbed another handful of popcorn as he watched the film, looking for a piece drizzled with extra caramel.

“Oi, not gonna share?” You jokingly pout, tugging on his wrist to take it out of the bowl.

Peter froze as he realized he had just grabbed the last of the popcorn.

Whenever you had movie nights in either of your dorms, Peter always fought you for the last of the popcorn. You always acted upset, but he knew you always saved the last bite for him.

He hadn’t thought twice, assuming you left it for him, but what if you were actually angry?

But when he tore his eyes from the comedy and peeked over at you, you were grinning teasingly at him. Peter relaxed, and threw the popcorn into his mouth. When he bit down, he winced as his tooth nearly cracked on an unpopped kernel. Curse that goddamn microwave.

“Serves you right!” You snort, sticking your tongue out at him and laughing at the speedsters' screwed up expression.

“Go ahead, princess, laugh at my pain!” Peter groaned, rolling the kernel around in his mouth until he had positioned it just right so he could spit it out at you.

You shriek as it catapults onto your cheek and bounced off somewhere in the sofa. You grab the decorative pillow you had been hugging and hit him over the head with all the strength you could muster.

When you aimed another blow to his chest, Peter caught it, and easily tugged it out of your unsuspecting grasp. You huff and lay down on the armrest, snatching a quilt laying over the back of the couch and smothering yourself with it.

Peter dove down into the back of the couch beside you and pulled the quilt over his legs, his sock-clad feet sticking out of the material and over the other side of the furniture.

His mood changed quickly: energetic and playful, and in mere moments, calm and collected.

It was helpful, sure, as he could match your energy easily and keep a conversation going.

But it’s not that great having to take over as tour guide for new students when their prior escort falls asleep whilst showcasing the professor’s english lectures. Or perhaps that was a fault of Charles’ monotonous presentations?

“Ready?” You ask, spreading the comforter over the two of you.

“Ready,” Peter affirmed with squinting eyes, and you chuckled at his tone. You knew how he took movie marathons, claiming it to be an ‘olympic sport’.

Clicking play on the remote, you settled back again, this time into his chest as he wraps a strong arm around your waist.

It still made your heart all fluttery when he did so, and you thanked the lords above you weren’t facing him, revealing your cheeks dusted with crimson.

Peter tilted his head. “What’s this one?”

“One’a my favourites.” You answered quietly.

By 20 minutes in, all soda bottles had been drained (courtesy of Peter) and abandoned in the middle of the coffee table. You had intertwined your legs with him, and Peter’s arm was now slung over your hips.

A yawn slipped past your lips, which you thought was a miracle that it had taken this long for your first sign of weariness, and your best friend glanced over at you with a knowing smile.

“I thought yer said that yer weren’t tired.” He teased, tongue in cheek.

“I never said that,” you yawned again, “I said I wanted to do movie night.”

“We can do this another time–”

“I wanna do this.” You placed your hand on his arm along your body to stop him from talking. “I’ll stay awake.”

Peter gave you another knowing look and you stared right back at him. After a few moments, he sighed and gave in.

“Alrigh’, alrigh’.” He put his hand up in mock defense. After a moment more of looking at your heavy blinks, he sighed softly. “Oh, c’mere.”

As if you weren’t already impossibly close, Peter slid his left arm under your body, moving you further towards him with a grunt and practically cradling you. You rest your head against his shoulder, melting into the familiar position with ease.

Anyone who walked in on you would think you were in your honeymoon phase, but you knew better than that. What you had didn’t need a label. You didn’t even know what label you could put on yourselves. But it didn’t matter. You were best buds. And that was enough for you.

You weren't entirely sure when you had closed your eyes. The movie was like white noise in the background, unintentionally lulling you off into sleep. You heard a soft chuckle and knew Peter had finally noticed that you hadn’t kept up your end of the bargain.

“Jus’ restin’ my eyes…” you mumbled as an excuse, yet failing to open them.

“Mhm.” Peter hummed, clearly unconvinced.

You were right on the cusp of conscious and unconscious, and right as you were about to topple over, you felt his lips on the top of your head. They lingered for 5, 10, 30 seconds. Your smile didn’t fade the entire time his lips were touching your head, nor did it fade when he moved away.

‘I wouldn’t mind if you kissed me in other places.’ You thought to yourself with a sigh.

You were aware of Peter shuffling to get comfortable and pressing into your side, lingering a light boop to your nose with his finger and observing your features as you teetered off the brink of consciousness.

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Soft, supple lips fluttered down the side of your neck.

You smiled and squirmed at the pleasure brought on by the teeth that slowly scraped along your collar bone and gently nipped across the front of your throat.

The hot breaths that caressed your skin with each sensual kiss and nip set your blood on fire and forced moisture to pool between your legs.

Looking up, you saw twinkling chocolate brown eyes behind sections of silvery hair staring down at you. Your eyes widened with embarrassment when you realized who was on top of you, grinding into you slowly.

Peter ran his hand through your hair and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. He ran his lips down the sides of your crimson cheeks and down the front of your neck, biting the sensitive flesh where the neck and shoulders meet. You tilted your head to the side and sighed.

The speedster ferociously claimed your lips once again. He pressed himself between your legs and teased your center with a purposeful, slow grind. You moan, wrap your arms around him and rake your fingernails up and down his back, deep and hard enough to leave proof of the sinful pleasure building inside you.

Suddenly, Peter tore his puffed lips away from you. You gazed into his eyes and watched him smile a surprisingly effective seductive smile, nothing like the attempted smolders he had sent your way before. He slid down your body and stopped by your feet. He spread your legs wide before him.

"...Peter, what...?" you began, but your words caught in your throat.

Peter arched your leg over his shoulder and began to softly place deliberate kisses up your leg. Each graze of his wet lips scorched your skin and left a trail of endless fire burning in their wake.

You laid beneath Peter's touch, flushed and writhed in torturous pleasure. Bolts of what felt like lightning shot down your spine. Heavy pants escaped your body, chest heaving, as he kissed higher and ran his tongue along the inside of your thigh until he reached the apex of your trembling limbs.

“Peter.. Ngaah- wai-!”

Without warning, Peter latched onto your swollen clit and pulled it between his lips.

You arched off the sweat slicked couch and shoved your hands deep into his ruffled, untidy hair. You cried out and yanked his hair each time you felt him wrap his powerful tongue around your clit. The pleasure he built inside you was intoxicating and frankly, dangerous. You felt as if you might burst into heavenly fire.

Peter looked up at you through heavy lidded eyes. He gently removed your leg from his shoulder and slid up your body once more. He trailed kisses up your stomach and pinched a hard nipple between his fingers. You quietly moaned, silently hoping this would never stop.

Breathing heavily and licking his lips, Peter settled himself on top of you. He kissed your bare shoulder and ran his teeth up your throat as he did prior. He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear.

"Princess..." he whispered. You could feel hot breath caressing your neck.

You squirmed beneath him, reveling at the feel of his hardness pressed against your center. You felt his dick twitch when it came in contact with the slick dripping from your core.

"Babe..." soft moaning graced your ears. He tugged on your earlobe with his teeth.

He reached between your thighs. You bucked against his hand as you felt him slide his long finger inside you.

"C'mon," Peter begged, pleading for your sweet noises.

He slid in a second finger. You arched your back and moaned when his fingers began teasing the spot that would send you over the edge. He used his thumb to push down on your clit, vibrating it delicately. You closed your eyes as you threw your head against the rough couch, Peter wrapping his hot mouth around your swollen breast.

“..-up” You furrowed your brows at his inaudible whispers, mumbled against your supple skin.

“Wake up..” heh?

"C’mon. Wake up!"

Your eyes snapped open, alarmed and chest heaving. Your body was flushed, covered in sweat. Hair was plastered to the back of your neck and your hands were fisted in your lap. Sitting up onto your elbows, you look around the room with wide and confused eyes.

"Nice dream, princess?" Peter asked, cheeks flushed, yet smirking knowingly.

Oh. OH.

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Sharing a room with you was normal. It was. Peter knew that. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a thing that platonic friends would partake in, especially comfying up on the couch together, but whats the harm in it?

So okay, it wasn’t normal by definition. But he wasn’t going to make it weird . Just because he had a small crush on you did not mean that he would let it be weird. You were colleagues, Xmen, and you even spent time together outside of work too! Peter would come to your room to watch old movies, and you would go to his so you could cook and listen to music with him. So he knew he could spend time with you alone, that wasn’t the problem.

It was the sleeping that was potentially the issue.

His little crush had been invading his subconscious almost constantly nowadays, and peter was notoriously known to talk in his sleep. He was so scared he would say something wrong whilst snorin’ away next to you. If you overheard something like that, he knew your friendship would never recover. How can you act normal around someone who said your name in their sleep?

Good thing you did it before him then.

Peter was just doing his own thing, flicking through channels on the 70’s style television on low volume so as to not wake you. Dynasty, Seinfeld, Star Trek… not tonight.

He yelped quietly as Return of The Jedi appears on the screen, changing the channel in quick succession. You had yet to watch the film with him, and Peter didn’t want to ruin it for you by watching it beforehand.

He sighed, shoving the remote down the side of the sofa, nothing seeming to catch his attention.

Nothing, before you let out a low whimper and shuffle back into the heat of his chest.

“Babe?” Peter called quietly into the dark.

You were sleeping soundly, the muted reflection of light streaming in from the TV casting thin slivers of white across your face.

Peter rarely had the opportunity to watch you as you slept, normally being out like a light long before you and not waking up until hours into the afternoon, so he took a moment to indulge himself.

Your hair was an utter mess, with it falling into your forehead and sticking out from where it was smooshed against the pillow. Your lips were slightly parted and dry, and Peter shivered as he finally attuned himself to the soft whisper of your breath hitting his shoulder.

You were beautiful, and his heart clenched with adoration for you. This wasn’t at all what he had expected when he began his job with the Xmen, but he was not complaining in the slightest. Free food, permitted to use Charles’ credit card whenever he pleases, and a smokin’ hot, funny girl cuddling up to him every night; what's not to like?

On second thought, scratch the former two benefits. Peter was quickly banned from using Charles’ card, ever since he took advantage and bought enough cake snacks to put Hostess out of stock for three weeks. He had the best four hours of his life that night.

Peter sighed contentedly, and unthinkingly reached back to brush a few strands of hair from your forehead. Your hair was so soft and smooth and he wanted to run his fingers through it, but even the gentlest touch of him moving your hair from your face had stirred you.

Peter reluctantly curled up on his side with his stomach facing your own, in an attempt to bury his desire to keep touching you. You snuffled out a breath and shifted around, and Peter held his breath, hoping you would fall back to sleep. He was pleasantly surprised when you continued shuffling until your sleep-heated body came into contact, flush with his.

You exhaled deeply and nestled your face into Peter’s neck as his arm came up to drape across your hip. He smiled into his own pillow, pleased with this development, and he relaxed back into your embrace…

…And then nearly rolled out of it again when your pelvis brushed something between his hips. Holy fuck!

Peter immediately thrust his hips forward and away from your jutting, not wanting to take advantage of you in your sleep-induced state, but you grunted in dissatisfaction and thrust your hips closer to him until the burning heat through your shorts was trapped right against Peter’s length again.

As if just feeling that you were horny and dreaming about somethin’ naughty wasn’t enough, you then began to rock your hips into his. Fuckin’ hell!

“-agh-.. princess?” Peter whispered, panic-stricken, feeling his cheeks flame in a combination of embarrassment and excitement. He groaned as his dick twitched in interest in an attempt to reach your alluring heat.

You let out a soft sigh, and the rocking of your hips slowed. Peter wasn’t sure if he was grateful or disappointed, however he ultimately decided it was for the best; he’d rather you to be conscious if you were about to make a massive jump in your platonic relationship to physical.

Despite the already raging boner that was growing and painfully restricted by the confines of his stormtrooper pajamas, Peter let his eyes slip closed, content to cradle you in his arms and go back to sleep. However the solid pressure of your heat on his thigh kept the speedster wide awake.

Then you began moving again.

You pressed your pelvis forward, rubbing your clothed core onto the muscled thigh of Peter’s mid-thigh. Then, you let out a shuddering moan that made all of his wild fantasies about the way you sounded seem entirely tame in comparison.

Your hips were no longer rocking, but they were actively grinding and stuttering against him. Peter could feel the exact shape of your pussy through the scant layers of fabric separating you from him.

Your hand moved to curl around his bicep, firmly anchoring yourself to your best friend. You were breathing raggedly and the motion of your hips was getting faster and deeper, more sensual than ever.

Peter’s own noises failed to be kept silent, as he whimpered in response and rested his forehead into your hair as you frantically humped his thigh.

Jesus fuck, how were you still asleep? And what were you dreaming about that got you this riled up?

Even if he wanted to move, Peter was effectively trapped between your weight and the back of the couch, your motions making the old thing squeak and groan in answer.

Warm, wet heat throbbed between your legs, and Peter desperately wanted to flip you onto your back, rip off your tiny shorts, and fuck you until you both passed out from exhaustion.

You were making the most devastating noises as you rutted your heat against him harder and faster, whining in desire as you worked for your release.

Peter had half a mind to reach down and give you a hand, but he instead gripped on tight to the couch cushions, eyes wide and lips parted in astonishment.

Ohh, he shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be lying here, practically taking advantage of you whilst you rubbed yourself upon him. If you were awake you’d be mortified, ohh-, but you sound so good and feel so good and, really, it would be cruel to stop you. Especially when you were enjoying yourself sooo much…

Peter lay there for a few more moments, swallowing the lump in his throat and trying to ignore the burning want in his rock hard cock.

Then, you moaned something that had him spluttering in surprise .

“Nghnaa- Peterr,” you whimpered.

Peter came instantly, covering a guttural moan with his hand.

Holy. Fuck.

You were dreaming about him? Your best bud since forever?

You whined in pleasure as you felt the surge of heat from Peter’s load. Frantically, you arch your hips into his again, once, twice, three more times, before you let out a wrenching moan and stilled behind him.

Peter shivered as he felt his cock throbbing against your core, and as he felt a wet warmth seep through your pajamas and onto his clothed thigh.

Holy-

Peter panted harshly for a few moments as he stayed tightly pressed against you, large hands coming to grip on your arms. Him, really? Of all people you decided to get off to, you chose him! Frankly, he was flattered; and clearly so was his dick.

The fuckin’ thing seemed to have a mind of its own! The sticky, burning mess that had erupted in his Pj’s made him grimace uncomfortably, knowing it would soon dry into a crusty disaster. But the thing seemed to get hard and stay hard whenever he was around you. How embarrassin’!

A glance towards the clock; 12:43. Peter hummed, turning back towards you and lightly squeezing your arm. As you stirred he put on a lazy smirk, hoping the flaming blush in his cheeks had subsided enough by now.

As your eyes snapped open, disoriented, Peter propped himself up on his elbow and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Nice dream, princess?"

Ooh, he is gonna ruin you.

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Trying to collect yourself after being awoken, your eyes landed on your best friend, inches away from your own face and wiggling his brows. For mere moments you were puzzled, wondering why his cheeks had more of a reddish tone than normal, then you came to a conclusion.

Oh fuck.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as you realized what you had done, placing a hand over your chest and taking a deep, panicked breath. It took a few pounding heartbeats to get the courage to look at Peter. You prayed your demeanor wouldn't give anything away.

"H-Huh?" You replied, braving a glance at him. Oh wow, real smooth.

"I asked, 'nice dream’?" Peter repeated, nonchalantly. His fingers tickled down your arm, only aiding in the nervous sweat that dripped down from your hairline.

"What makes you think that?" You stuttered.

"Well, yer were talkin’ quite a bit, babe. There was a moan a’ two thrown in there. Oh! And a 'Don't stop, Peter!' happened, too." He winked. “I must’ve given you a hella good time, princess.”

Ok sure, maybe he was exaggerating a little. But he reallyyy wanted to know exactly what happened in your dream..

Your cheeks flamed beyond recognition. You were fucked. Or rather, about to be.

"Hmm..." He looked at you with a piercing stare as a dimpled, wry grin split across his face. Before you could react, Peter laughed.

"Oi, shut up!" you giggled, slightly relieved at the humor that came out of this.

Your giggles came to an abrupt stop, however, as Peter shuffled impossible closer to you, his lengthy erection threatening to tear his pajamas. You fought with the Gods themselves not to look down, knowing the tent in the material would expose something you have thought of everytime you’d touch yourself.

A grumble erupted from Peter’s throat, his cocky facade crumbling away with every involuntary rut of your hips.

"How ‘bout yer show me what happened in yer dream?" he suggested, hand snaking around the small of your back as Peter sat up, pulling you into his lap.

You squeaked, nibbling your lip nervously. Peter pressed himself flush to you, his cock pressing against your pelvis angrily. A familiar aching tingle took up residence low in your belly, and you huffed out a shaky sigh as you pressed the ache closer to him.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your lips as he said it, albeit very shakily. Before you could even nod, his lips pressed to yours.

You instantly relaxed into his lap. Peter’s lips were soft and urgent, catching your bottom lip between them.

Your hands pulled him closer by the neck, and he let his hands mold against your waist, urging you closer. Your hands roamed into his hair, pushing it off his forehead and carding your fingers smoothly through it, causing him to let out a muffled moan into your mouth. You hummed.

Experimenting, you clumsily tugged at his silvery strands with fevor. With a whimper that had your walls clenching around air, Peter’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let his hands drop to your ass.

He squeezed and pulled you down onto him, letting his lips find your neck. You let out a loud groan as he sucked a mark into your pulse point, but you pushed him away with both hands on his cheeks.

“Not above the collar,” You reminded meekly. He smirked at the idea of everyone on the team knowing what you had done. And everyone knowing that someone like you wanted to do this with someone like him. Take that, Scotty.

“But.. what if I want people to know yer mine?” Peter asked, pressing a quick kiss to your lobe as he said so, nibbling it carefully. You grinned.

“I think you’ve got this whole thing wrong then.”

“Hm?” You smiled as you felt Peter’s brows furrow against the side of your head.

“You belong to me.”

He whimpered. Your eyes lit up, and you simply smirked at him.

“Good boy.” You whispered, and pressed down hard with your hips, rolling them once.

Peter came in his pants. Again.

With a loud groan and a thrust upward, he shot into his pajamas. You chuckled through flushed cheeks as he shuddered through his orgasm, and leaned down to kiss him. As soon as he came down from the high, embarrassment overtook him.

He had a chance with his dream girl, and he literally blew it not five minutes in. Literally and figuratively. And all because you called him a Good boy?

Peter brought his hands up to cover his face, but you caught his wrists before he could reach. He closed his eyes and turned his face away, breathing heavily, not ready for the ridicule that was sure to follow.

“Awh, did I make you cum?” You rolled your hips a few times, and he hissed at the oversensitivity. “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“Yer- W-What?” Peter asked, turning back towards you slowly. You were beaming at him.

“The cutest boy, all worked up, jus’ for me.” You arched your back so your clothed tits were shoved closer to the poor boy’s face, yunno, just for good measure.

He blushed again, and swallowed as he grinned back at you. “But what ‘bout yer?”

“What about me?” You asked. Peter’s hands danced along your sides, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples through your shirt.

“Wanna make yer feel good.” He whispered while you gasped.

“What’s stopping you?” You asked with a whisper. Peter surged upwards and began kissing you again, only stopping to finally rip your shirt off and get his hands on your bare breasts.

Peter’s tongue flicked against your own as you moaned against his lips, the feeling of him kneading your tits too much to bare.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot. Such a good, good boy.” You praised, stroking his hair.

He whines, playing with the hem of your shorts and his hips rut, seeking for friction. You take the hint, shimmying your pajamas down off your legs whilst helping Peter with his own.

You salivate at the sight of his lengthy cock, slapping up to hit his abs and glistening from the pearly white release running down it. Thick veins traveled upwards, buzzing from the speedster gene and throbbing with anticipation. His angry red tip leaked, twitching and begging for your warmth.

You use a hand to grip the base of your best friend's cock, his fluid running over your knuckles and providing you with a natural lube. Peter hissed with gritted teeth, watching as you slowly jerked him off with a tight embrace, circling the tip of his dick with your other hand.

“He-hey! Too much!” Peter yelped, bucking his hips up despite his protests.

You complied, stopping your actions briefly before sitting up, aligning your dripping wet entrance with his tip.

Schweeeett.

You laid a hesitant hand over his chest, and gooseflesh sizzled across his skin, sending another bolt of heat to his already overheated cock. He bit his lip to keep himself grounded and to keep from dropping his hand to his pants and rubbing himself to relive the pressure.

He felt so shaky and on edge and so, so horny.

Your lips pressed lightly against his, and while Peter’s brain seemed to short out, his body and his hormones knew exactly what to do and took over. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, anchoring you to him as he flipped over so he was laying on top of you.

You made a breathy little noise, and Peter’s brain finally started up again.

“This okay?” he panted between the gentle little kisses he was peppering across her jaw.

“Almost,” you teased.

Before he could ask what you meant, you looped your leg around his Peter’s and tugged so that he was fully nestled in the cradle of your thighs. He groaned as he felt his aching erection settled against your heat.

He could feel the heat radiating out from your center, and Peter grew impossibly harder.

“Princess” he whimpered, rutting restlessly against you. “Please… fuck, yer feel so good…”

You arched up into him, grinding yourself equally as wantonly against him.

“So do you,” you hissed, tightening your hold around his hips for more leverage.

Your hands wandered aimlessly, but Peter was too lost in the feel of you beneath him, so soft and warm and beautiful. The pressure in his abdomen deepened until it almost hurt.

“I need… I want… Please, babe.. I’m gonna…”

He was well aware he was babbling, but his brain was a little more occupied by the delicious friction his cock was getting against your hot and damp center.

Peter tucked his face into your neck as he focused on the pleasure burning through him, soaring higher and higher until he could barely take it anymore.

You arched up hard against him as your fingers raked through his hair once more, and he was lost.

Deciding he had enough, Peter aligned himself with your entrance and slammed into your wet cunt with one thrust, eliciting a moan from you that threatened the coil in his lower stomach to snap already.

He kissed you once more, this time taking control as his tongue glided across your lips passionately, far from the blubbering mess you made him previously. The taste of caramel and sugar invaded your mouth, trickling down your throat with the same side effect as an aphrodisiac.

With every kiss Peter sped up his frantic motions, rendering you brainless on his dick as you could only focus on the slapping of skin and wet noises of your soaking pussy.

You were about to open your mouth to tell him to hurry up when Peter’s fingers reach between your folds, circling your clit with a steady pace. A loud, shuddering moan echoes around the room.

You don't even realize the noise came from yourself until you feel Peter’s shoulders move against your own because due to his cocky laughs. Airhead.

He was going so fast you couldn’t tell whether he was thrusting in or out, you could only feel an overwhelming pleasure consuming your mind and body.

Just when you thought you were on the brink of feeling the epitome of heaven itself, a buzzing vibration echoed deep within your walls, sending you into a frenzy.

You writhed and clawed at Peter’s back, a wordless plea for him to continue. Faster, Faster. Please.

He mumbled incoherently, which would’ve made you chuckle if you had the ability to do so, as his hips stuttered against your own, hitting a spot that had you clenching his buzzing cock like a vice.

With the remaining piece of consciousness you had left, you reached up to yank on Peter’s hair, forcing his head back as the building pleasure inside you exploded.

Peter let out a wordless cry as the hot coil of tension in his belly snapped, and white hot pleasure took its place.

He was dimly aware that you let out the most beautiful, sexy noise he’d ever heard as you tightened your hold around him, but he was more preoccupied by his cock filling you to the brim of cum that splattered your pulsing walls.

His skin prickled pleasantly, his ears ringing and his vision blurred, and he felt completely weightless. His vision darkened and he held you tight and panted his release into your neck.

“Shiiit,” he gasped, lifting his hips away from you as his cock softened and became too sensitive to be touched.

His arm muscles shook as he hoisted himself away from you, and collapsed onto the couch beside you.

Staring up at the ceiling, Peter let an exhausted grin cross his face as a few aftershocks rolled through him. Gaze shifted, He admired you as you came down from your high, moving to the bathroom to wash your hands and get a rag to clean yourselves up.

When you came back you went to wipe you down, but Peter took the rag from you.

“Sit. I get to take care of yer now. I owe it to yer, babe.” Concentrated, he wiped your dripping cunt with the rag, then making his way to the bathroom to get rid of the dirty towel.

When he came back you were still sitting on the edge of the bed. You smiled meekly up at him and reached out a hand, which Peter eagerly took, gladly letting you pull him in for a hug, with him standing between your knees.

“I really like you, you know.” You said, head resting on Peter’s chest as he stared down at you.

“I know. I really like yer too, babe.”

In answer, you shifted slightly and tilted your head up to face Peter’s flushed cheeks as he pressed a kiss to your nose. You couldn’t help but giggle softly, and you felt his smile as he pulled away. You could feel his breath as he moved to the side of your face, and placed a kiss on what you were sure was a very rosy apple of your cheek.

As you settled down together for the remaining hours of the night, the tense air between you and Peter had diminished, morphing into one of that had you giddy and excited.

You needed to bring out the movie nights more often.

~~~~

When morning rose and you walked into the briefing room the next morning, you were wearing a scarf, despite the hot Westchester heat. You hadn’t quite caught Peter in time, and he had in fact left a mark.

Of course the whole team noticed.

“Hey, twinkle toes, did you guys have another movie night?” Scott asked from his seat at the back of the room. Luckily Peter was facing away from him, so Scott didn’t see how his immediate reaction was to blanche at the memories from the night before. He gathered himself quickly.

“Yer, of course, what’s it to yer?” Peter asked shortly as he turned around, stirring a coffee with six sugars mixed into it.

Scott’s attention was on you, as you were talking to Kurt on the other side of the room.

“That scarf is only there to hide something, I think our lovely lady might’ve got some last night.” Scott said with a smug smirk. “Don’t let it break your heart, you still have a chance!” He turned to Peter and clapped him on the shoulder, who was blushing intensely at the tease. You had, in fact, ‘got some’, and he was the some you got with.

Scott soon noticed Peter was off, as normally he would be granted with some teasing retort or slap against the back of the head.

“C’mon, I’m just teasing. She probably didn’t get a chance to-” While he was talking, Peter caught your eye from across the room.

You smirked at him and waved, and he smiled and waved back.

Scott cut himself off when he saw Peter’s wave, turning to see just as your face turned back to Kurt. “Oh my god. You crazy man, you actually did it!” Scott exclaimed, shaking Peter by the shoulders. Peter pursed his lips to try and contain his smile as he nodded. “My man!” Scott exclaimed, pulling him into an awkward hug.

Peter caught your eye again over Scott’s shoulder, and the smile you gave him made him smile right back.

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #evan peters #xmen #evan peters masterlist #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #xmen peter maximoff #peter maximoff smut #evan peters x reader #evan peters headcannons

[earl-grey-teacake]

Hey, could you write something about your baby Loscar AU, if I remember correctly one headcanon was that George sneaked into Alex's driver's cab to hug Logan as if he were a teddy bear… maybe baby Logan didn't want to stay at Williams for some reason for the Australian GP (🙃) or did he just want to be with George but couldn't, and after the race Alex finds George hugging/sleeping with Logan? (sorry for my English, it's not my first language)

Absolutely! After that race I am racing to write as much fluff as I can!🥰

You're English is perfect! Don't worry, you're doing great!❤️

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It felt like he was on autopilot. Toto had pushed debriefs to later, instead choosing to send the team doctor and psychologist to examine him. The last lap had everyone rattled and it was unlikely they would be able to be productive in this state. So George's body took him to the safest place he could think of. The place where his love, his life, was gathered into one room.

He lamented that his child could not spend his time in Mercedes. The garage and hospitality was simply too crowded with staff and VIPs and Logan was so shy, so terrified of new people that George would have been unable to put him down. How could he when his son clung to him so tightly for protection? But now, he wanted needed to see him. He needed to be where it was safe.

The Williams garage was empty, everyone was in the debrief. Making it much easier for him to get in, even though he had never met resistance before. The knock was an empty gesture since he knew he'd be allowed in anyways. The nanny smiled and left upon seeing him, knowing well enough to give him space.

Logan with his cherub-like face and golden hair, was lying on his play mat and perfectly content with the little lion Max had gifted recently. George said no word, instead choosing to watch as Logan waved the lion around. Logan, spotting his father out of the corner of his eye, squealed in delight and reached his arms out to him.

George smiled and in that moment, he felt the ache and weight of the past couple days. Pulling Logan into his arms, the boy wrapped his arms around George and babbled joyfully. Yes, this was where he needed to be. No matter how hopeless he felt, how exhausted and tired and disappointed he was about his failure to provide Mercedes with points, how scared he was today- it all disappeared. Logan didn't care about point, or winning, or constructors championships, he just wants to see his dads. That's all he needs to be happy.

George placed a kiss on the top of Logan's head. "I'm back, Logie. Did you miss me?"

Logan babbled nonsensically in return. George only hugged him tighter, taking in the warmth and the soft smell of baby powder and banana puree.

Alex was exhausted when he came back. He wanted to go home to the UK. They were all staying at his mom's before flying out to Suzuka. He wanted to go home, celebrate his birthday and forget about this whole weekend. He wanted cake, and kisses, and cute photos of Logan with the pets.

Though, he would take the sight before him as compensation for his awful week. Alex quickly pulled out his phone to snap the adorable scene in front of him. George, with all his long, lanky limbs, had managed to squeeze himself within the confines of the play mat. He was curled around Logan, the boy asleep on George's arm. Alex knows he should wake George up, especially with the back pain he could get sleeping in that position, but he let it go. It seemed like they all needed this today.

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I hope I did your prompt justice!

Please accept this as consolation. This weekend was heartbreaking.

If you would like to send an ask, please feel free to!💕

#logan sargeant #galex #alex albon #george russell #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #baby!logan #baby!Loscar AU #please accept this as consolation for this week

[willalove75]

Could you make a fic of Rebecca Welton x fem!wife!reader where the team knows Rebecca is married but she never specified that it was to a woman, so when reader and their daughter (I am a firm believer in mom!rebecca) come to take her to out to lunch every one is super surprised. (I hope that made sense.)

Also your fics are amazing!!

YES!!!

Are there other requests in my inbox I should do before this? Yes, absolutely. Am I doing this one first? Also yes because I'm OBSESSED with this and came up with a really good idea for it yesterday and I'm too excited to wait. mom!rebecca 4ever 🥺😭😍

And thank you SO much I'm so glad you like them!!💕

Ps. this was getting SO long I need to make a pt. 2 that I will post ASAP!! I love this and I feel like it needs a series dedicated to it heheh

PART 2!

Rebecca is standing in the boys locker room pacing, she keeps checking her phone and muttering unintelligible words to herself. Ted walks in and sees her.

"Well either I'm late or you're sure down here early! Mornin' boss!" He says.

Rebecca is a little startled and turns to Ted.

"Oh! Ted, good morning." She gets distracted and looks back down at her phone and Ted gives her a look. "Oh sorry, I wanted to ask, do you have lunch plans today?"

"Well, Beard and I were going to do a sandwich switch but I ended up givin' it to one of the kids playin football this morning on account of they forgot their lunch at home and-"

"Great!" Rebecca cuts in. "I will meet you by the front door at 2."

"I think this is great, I think we should do lunchtime with the boss more often! We can play," Ted stops to think for a second and snaps his fingers. "Worst movie you've ever seen in theaters and best movie you've seen! Speakin of which, I went to the movies this weekend and-"

Rebecca cuts him off.

"Ted, I am also inviting Higgins and Keeley so there will be no 'lunchtime with the boss'."

"Ah! Great! Love me some Keeley and Higgie in the afternoon! So, what's the occasion?"

Rebecca is distracted by her phone again and doesn't hear Ted.

"Boss?" She looks up at him "You good? You seem a little wired for this early in the morning."

"Yes, I'm fine, not wired at all. And I have some visitors coming this afternoon I'd like you to meet." She looks back down at her phone.

Ted goes to speak and Rebecca cuts him off.

"I have to get going, see you at 2!" She says briskly walking out of the locker room.

Up in her office, Rebecca is still pacing, her eyes glued to her phone and Keeley walks in.

"Good morning!" She says, excitedly. She notices Rebecca is distracted and raises an eyebrow at her. "OI! What are you looking at?" She walks over to Rebecca and tries to look at her screen.

Rebecca quickly locks her phone and pulls it away.

"Nothing."

"Oh come on!" Keeley pleads

"I'll tell you later," Rebecca says. "Are you around this afternoon for lunch?"

Keeley pauses to think.

"Good, I have some visitors coming I'd like you to meet. Front doors at 2, okay?"

Keeley's eyes light up.

"Who's coming?! Is that what you're looking at! Is it a new boyfriend?!"

Rebecca gives Keeley a glare, she doesn't talk about her love life with anyone, as hard as Keeley tries.

"2 o'clock." Rebecca says as she sits down at her desk.

Higgins walks in and greets Rebecca and Keeley.

"Higgins, you're coming to lunch with Keeley, Ted and myself. Front doors at 2." She says without looking up from her computer screen.

"Oh I'd be delighted!"

"Rebecca has some guests coming she wants us to meet." Keeley says playfully and gives Higgins a wink.

"Oh," Higgins says with a curious smile on his face.

"I'm very busy this morning so I will see you both at 2." Rebecca gets up and ushers them out and closes the door. Once the door closes she takes a deep, nervous breath and checks her phone again.

That morning and early afternoon were less than productive, Rebecca locked herself in her office and couldn't do anything but obsessively check her phone.

2pm rolls around and Rebecca checks herself out in the mirror, fixes her hair and smooths out her dress a few times. She takes a deep breath and exhales trying to calm her nerves. She grabs her bag and jacket and heads downstairs.

At the end of the hallway she sees Ted, Keeley and Higgins standing around waiting for her. The door behind them opens and they turn to see who walked in. Rebecca hears a voice politely say "Hi there, I'm looking for Rebecca,"

Ted looks down the hall and points to her. "That there would be the boss."

You walk through the crowd and your eyes meet hers from down the hall. Tears begin to form in both of your eyes when you see each other. The moment is interrupted when you hear tiny footsteps run down the hall accompanied by "MUMMYYYY!!!"

Sophia, your four year old daughter, runs to Rebecca and jumps into her arms. Rebecca picks her up, spins her around and squeezes her and litters her face with kisses.

"Oh I missed you." She says quietly into her ear as she holds her close.

You walk up to the both of them, a few tears fall from your eyes as Rebecca wraps her free arm around you and you wrap your arms around the both of them. You see tears falling from her eyes as she pulls you in for a kiss. You feel a wave of relief wash over the both of you as your lips meet for the fist time in nearly six months. Rebecca looks lovingly at Sophia and you can't help but feel like your heart is whole for the first time in a long time.

"Mummy, are you and mommy sad?" She asks puzzled.

"No love," Rebecca says "we're very happy." She says as fixes Sophie's shirt.

"Then why are you crying?" She asks.

"Sometimes baby," you say "people cry when they're sad, but, they also cry when they're happy."

"Oh, okay!" She says as she wraps her arms around Rebecca's neck and squeezes her.

You can see Rebecca's body relax as she closes her eyes, places her hand on the back of Sophia's head and hugs her back. You wrap your arm around Rebecca and place your hand on her hip and place your other hand on Sophia's back. You look up at Rebecca and look at every inch of her face. Her beautiful smile, the way her eyelashes gently brush against her cheeks when her eyes are closed. The little lines around her mouth and the corners of her eyes, her soft blond hair, her smooth skin. You take in every single thing you possibly can and try to commit it to your memory.

You hear a squeal from down the hall and look, you completely forgot there were other people watching your reunion.

Keeley is digging her nails into Higgins in excitement as he tries to keep squeals of pain back. You chuckle at them and look back at Rebecca, who opens her eyes and sees the group gawking at the three of you. She reaches her hand out and you take it into yours and you walk towards them.

"Ted, Keeley, Leslie," Rebecca begins, "this is my wife, y/n," Keeley lets out squeals of excitement as she lets go of Higgin's arm and he sighs in relief. "And this here," she gestures to the toddler in her arms, "is our daughter, Sophia."

"YOU'RE MARRIED?! WITH A KID?!" Keeley screams "But you don't wear a ring!!!"

She smiles and shrugs her shoulders and looks at you and you smile back. You both knew it would be easier and there would be less questions if she didn't wear it, and you didn't mind.

"Well I have about a million and one questions" Ted speaks, " but lets start off with, what's the best movie-"

Rebecca cuts him off. "Why don't we save the questions until we get to lunch? Y/n and Sophie are probably starving, they just got off of a long flight and I'm sure they want to go sit down."

"Yes please" you say, looking lovingly at your wife.

"Leslie, do you mind driving Ted and Keeley, I'm afraid there's not enough room in my car with the car seat."

You look up at Rebecca and your face is beaming. Even though having the car seat is a bare-minimum kind of effort, you know she spent a good amount of time last night getting it ready, making sure every strap was perfectly in place. You know how excited she was for you guys to come and you know she spent the whole ride to work this morning staring at the car seat, wishing the day would move faster.

"Sure, not a problem at all."

You walk to the car and you hear Higgins mention something about ignoring the mess and pushing aside dirty socks and gym bags as you get into the car and Rebecca puts the baby in her car seat and hands her a new toy to keep her preoccupied for the ride.

She walks to the other side of the car and gets in next to you, closes the door and the driver pulls away. You both look at each other for a moment and she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in, nuzzling her face into your neck. She inhales deeply, the scent of your skin filling her nose as you feel tears on your shoulder. You pull back and look at her, she looks up at you with bright green, teary eyes. God, you missed looking into her eyes. You wipe tears away with your thumb as she purses her lips and studies your face.

"I missed you, so much." She says as she looks deeply into your eyes.

"I missed you too." You say as your eyes fill with tears.

You look back at Sophia and see that she's distracted by her toy and the city whizzing by. You turn back to Rebecca and you both lean in and your lips connect. She slides her hand up your neck to the back of your head and gently holds onto your hair as you hold the back of her head and pull her into you as closely as possible. You feel her tongue caress your bottom lip and you part your lips to let her in. Her tongue explores your mouth as if it was the first time and you do the same. You feel her heartbeat increase as her chest is pressed against yours and you begin to breathe heavily. The kiss becomes more passionate as Rebecca puts her other hand on your hip and pulls you in closer. You slide your other hand up the side of her dress past the middle of her thigh and hold her tight. The whole world fades away, it's just the two of you and your love for each other that exists for this moment.

You're interrupted when you hear Sophie's little voice.

"Mummy?"

You slide your hand out from Rebecca's dress and your lips part, your foreheads rest gently against one another as you both smile and chuckle lightly.

"Yes love?" Rebecca says, looking over at the toddler who's looking out the window.

"Why do they drive weird here?"

You both look at each other and laugh. Rebecca looks at Sophia and you see guilt in her eyes.

"She's gotten so big," she says quietly.

"I know" you say as you look at Sophie whose attention hasn't left the window.

Rebecca looks at you, more tears and guilt in her eyes.

"Oh honey," you say.

"I missed so much," she starts to say as tears roll down her face.

You pull her in for a hug and gently rub her back.

"Don't do that, it's okay," you say trying to comfort her as she gently cries. "I know, but it's not forever, it's just temporary.

"Three and a half years doesn't feel temporary." She says as she pulls back and looks into your eyes.

You bring your hand up to her face to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks and look into her eyes.

"I know." Your heart breaks seeing her filled with so much guilt and sadness, tears begin to form in your eyes. "But soon it will just be a memory and we'll all be together."

She nods, not convinced, but you can tell the hope is all she has to cling to.

You pull up to the restaurant and Rebecca quickly wipes away her tears, you wipe away a mascara mark from under her eye and she smiles at you as you hold her face.

"You look beautiful by the way." You say, your thumb gently stroking her face.

She gently blushes and goes to get out of the car. You reach over into the car seat and begin to unbuckle Sophia. Rebecca opens the door on the other side and takes her out and puts her on the ground and takes hold of her hand. You get out of the car and the three of you walk into the restaurant.

"Table for 6 for Rebecca." She says.

The hostess brings you to your table and Rebecca slides into the U shaped booth. Sophia hops in next to her and you sit next to Sophia at the end of the booth. You hand Sophia her drawing pad and crayons and she excitedly grabs them and starts drawing.

Ted, Keeley and Higgins walk in, Keeley slides in next to Rebecca, Ted and Higgins follow.

"Okay can we ask questions NOW?" Keeley exclaims as she settles in.

Rebecca looks at you and you give her a nod. Rebecca playfully rolls her eyes and looks at Keeley.

"Yes, now you can ask questions."

Ted, Keeley and Higgins all begin to talk at the same time and Rebecca cuts them off.

"One at a time! Christ." She laughs as she looks at you. "Keeley, you go first."

"How long have you been MARRIED?! How did you meet?!" She lowers her voice a little and leans in "what's the sex like?! It has to be hot."

Rebecca's face turns a little red and you burst out laughing. Rebecca looks at you and you can tell she's asking you if you want to answer the questions or to let her.

"Go ahead" You say smiling at her.

"Three years, we met in New York and I'm not answering the last question."

You make eye contact with Keeley and give her a thumbs up and nod your head, making the three of them laugh. You see Rebecca begin to turn around and you stop but can't help yourself from laughing.

"You're a little prat!" She says to you with a laugh as she playfully shoves you.

She looks over at Ted and gestures to him.

"How 'bout we do an ice breaker!" Rebecca rolls her eyes as he continues "okay y/n, best movie you've ever seen in theaters and worst movie you've ever seen in theaters?"

You pause to think. "Best movie, Spider Man, No Way Home, opening night."

"Oh opening night, you gotta see those kinda of movies on opening night, the crowd gets crazier than a road lizard. Gotta love seeing the multiverse gettin' all mixed up so they can beat their respective enemies together." Ted says.

"Worst movie," you say, thinking, "Vampires Suck."

"Well I don't know that one,"

"You're better off, it sucked. No pun intended." You say

"Well I love intentional puns, like that one time-" Ted continues as Rebecca cuts him off.

"Leslie?"

"Uh, which one of you, you know," as he gestures to Sophia.

"I gave birth to her" you say with a laugh "Sophie was about six months old when Rebecca and I met."

You look down at your daughter, still scribbling across her pad, unaware of everything else going on around her.

"So how did you really meet?" Keeley interjects. "Saying New York is a bull-" she stops herself and looks down at the toddler. "Bull crap answer." She says carefully.

Rebecca looks over at you and you take the reigns.

"Well I had just given birth to Soph about six months before, so my girlfriends wanted to take me out for a girls night since I hadn't done literally anything since having her. So we got rooms at a crappy hotel, dressed to the nines and went to the bar in the Ritz-Carlton." You say jokingly emphasizing the fancy-ness as Rebecca rolls her eyes at you with a chuckle.

"So we were having drinks, and having a good time and I see Rebecca walk in and sit at the bar. Immediately I was like 'damn, she's a good looking woman.' And of course my friends saw the way I looked at her and were teasing me about it. Then whoever she was meeting came and sat with her and I stopped looking over because a) I didn't think I had a chance in hell with her and b) she was with someone so, that was that. So we hung out, had a few drinks, laughed, had a great time and I notice the person she was with leave money for the bartender and leave. She looked disappointed and I felt so bad. So one of my girlfriends went up to the bar and chatted her up and she came over and hung out with us."

You look at Rebecca, she seems satisfied with your response as she puts her arm around you.

"Oh come on!! I need the WHOLE story!!" Keeley begs.

#rebecca welton x reader #rebecca welton #rebecca welton fanfic #hannah waddingham #ted lasso fic #ted lasso #willalove75

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week In Review on a Monday

How is everyone doing? Did we make it through the last week? Those who got a long weekend I hope it was a good one! Yesterday was a clusterfuck and I had the mother of all naps - the type where you wake up and don't know where you are let alone what day of the week it is lol.

So here is Sunday's Week in Review, on a Monday edition! 💕

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Strings IV

Sequins

First Sentence Game

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

A Girl Walks Into a Bookstore (Ezra) by @oonajaeadira

While I’m still undecided if I truly enjoy Prospect, I absolutely do love a good Ezra fanfic and this one doesn’t disappoint. It started as a late-night read last Sunday when I was the only one awake and once I started I couldn’t stop. It also seems to have popped up for a lot of other readers as I’ve seen it all over my dash since. @oonajaeadira master list is a joy to go through on Sundays at the moment. 

Until Now, Until You | Chapter 1 (Javier Peña) by @wildemaven

This was all the right levels of sexy and spicy and leaving you wanting more and I can’t wait to see how this plays out when the two run into one another again!

Leave off Your Wanderings (Joel Miller) by @oonajaeadira

This series is a total balm to my TLOU2 feels - this is the ending Joel deserved (and in my mind the official sequel to TLOU) and in the third instalment the autumn vibes are warm and cozy, and the build-up between Joel and Songbird is soft in all the right places. This whole series is a warm gentle hug and the writing is so good - definitely check this one out.

Hungry Hearts | Atlantic City (Joel Miller) by @atinylittlepain

I’m sad that this series is nearing its end, but that means I get to go back and read it again. Between flashbacks of young Joel with baby Sarah we’ve got Cherry and Joel reconciling in present day and never knew mini-vans could be so sexy, so check it out!

The Layover | Epilogue (Frankie Morales) by @goodwithcheese

This finale was bittersweet - it has been such a pleasure to follow this story, so much so that it was a highlight of my week. The story wraps up in a way that is perfect for reader x Frankie with them both on pace with one another. It’s done so perfectly that I read it more than once. I will be revisiting this story for sure.

Late Night Texts | Epilogue (Javier Peña) by @mvtthewmurdvck

Another fantastic story that came to a close this week *sigh*, this was just  the perfect ending. This story is a delicious rom com romp and I know will hold up to multiple reads. I don’t want to give anything away if you’ve not read it, but it’s a delight.

The Window (Dave York) by @wildemaven

This was a delight to read and Heidi crafts a great story of longing from a distance that has a soft ending that is all enveloping and lends itself to multiple reads. 

Bush Pilot (Frankie Morales) by @legendary-pink-dot

Oh boy, this one *fans self* this one was something else. Frankie taking you to see the sunrise but makes you see stars instead in the back of his truck. Oomph, all kinds of good spicy smut here that lends itself to a second read… or three ;) 

sam and diane, eat your heart out (Marcus Pike) by @chronically-ghosted

I could easily be biased as this was written based on the prompts I sent Taylor - however, Taylor blew it out of the park with our boy Marcus! This was spicy in all the right places and honestly, I would love to see more of these two. This is a take on Marcus Pike x Reader that I haven’t seen before and it will be on my perma reread list that is for sure! Also, peep the Cheers reference, *squee*

IRL | Part 2 (Javi Gutierrez)  by @grogusmum

I’ve had a hard time finding some good Javi G. fanfics, but this one here is so good in its characterization. The story of Javi meeting Reader for the first time since meeting online, is incredibly sweet and I had been waiting in anticipation for this second chapter since I finished the first. It’s also one of the few plus sized reader fanfics that nails it without going over the top and making the character a stereotype. I have this bookmarked to go back and re-read this week, because that ending has been living rent free in my head all week.

Private Dick (Tim Rockford) by @wardenparker

Speaking of plus size reader interpretations - this was one of the few that really resonated with me. I haven’t come across many Tim Rockford fanfics (if you have any others, please send them my way) - but this felt like a perfect interpretation - great at reading situations, until they’re too close to him, but he’s in a process of redeeming himself through his relationship with Reader.

Fics I’m Looking Forward to Reading…

My TBR List is still a work in progress, will share it when it’s done 💕

Light Me Up (Benny Miller) by @musings-of-a-rose

Thanks to Jess and Heidi I seem to be straying into Benny territory this week and have been recommended this story to dip my toe further in. I mean the opening premise alone is enough to have me excited to get stuck in!

Double Dealings (Javier Peña & Ezra) by @julesonrecord & @stardustandskycrystals

1920’s, New Orleans and the potential of two Pedro characters? I cannot wait to get stuck into this one this week over my morning coffee this week!

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

@shirks-all-responsibilities reminding me of my grumpy Joel (Pedro) header for the mobile layout of my blog. Now has me thinking about making a seasonal one now! September is Halloween Eve of course! 🎃

@wildemaven’s early morning thot post that just took on a life of it’s own 🥵

@rhool’s live blog of the pilot of the Pedro show that never was ‘The Sixth Gun’ entertained me while I had a tame evening watching something Mr. Truly wanted to watch while sipping on a non-alcoholic beer lol.

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

The long weekend - didn’t do anything, no one slept through the night, but there’s something satisfying waking up on a Monday and knowing you don’t have to work.

Saturday’s interactions and posts were a delight to go through and helped my Saturday working go by so much quicker and made for a more enjoyable day.

This Week’s Song…

This recommendation came from @gnpwdrnwhiskey who told me it was Dieter x Bryony coded and it totally is. I’ve listened to this on repeat and I’m dying to revisit these two again, and have something up my sleeve 🎃

Hope everyone has a great week this week and Monday is treating you well! 💕 xx

#betty's sunday in review #Spotify

[little-peril-stories]

I have been slowly working my way through Prince of Thieves on ao3, and thought I would come and find your blog after I was done with it. However, I just read chapter 30 (in fact, have stayed up too late so that I could read it when I saw what it was going to be) and I had to come and say THANK YOU for the delicious lady whump. That was my one complaint leading up to this chapter...the lady whump tag is how I found the story to start with, and I wanted Bree to get the same caliber of whump as Will was getting haha! So now I am very happy, and needed to tell you. Very well written story, I look forward to checking out more of your work when I finish it!

Firstly: Thank you so much for making my weekend with this message!! 💕🥰🥹

Secondly: 💕 LADY WHUMP 💕

(Sorry for making you wait so long for the real fun stuff. I'm so, so glad you enjoyed it...and wickedly delighted that you stayed up late to read that chapter.)

Also, to others who see this, @actress4him has SO much delicious lady whump in her repertoire! I can recommend In Irons (how cute is Adelaide??) and Lainey and Isa (just 😭), so go check out her blog if you're on the lady whump train!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the rest of The Prince of Thieves! I'm actually planning on self-publishing it later this year (and the edited version is just a *smidge* meaner to Bree in that particular chapter, lol 😇😅😈). Its ongoing AU The Queen of Lies has lady whump but of a pretty different variety, I'd say, and the upcoming TPOT sequel, The Court of Rogues...ho boy. Lady whump central.

Thank you, once again! Have an amazing day/weekend/whenever you see this. 🥰

#asks #lps the prince of thieves #lps the queen of lies #lps the court of rogues #thank you so much Jada this made me stupid happy #I love this #I love you #thank you #lady whump #women in whump

[firenati0n]

hello, new friends (and old!)!!! what the fuck!!!

woke up a little shocked and feeling SO overwhelmed and grateful!! big thank you to folks who have liked/shared/read/commented on this. It is really just making me go 😭🥹😭🥹 I was honestly super scared to write and post my first fic, regardless of how fun and silly it was, but y'all have been so supportive and nice and wonderful 💕💕💕 thank you for DMing and commenting your favorite lines from it LMAOOOO special shoutout to @inexplicablymine for sharing it as a fic rec (I screamed endlessly) and @sherryvalli for yelling at me profusely about it, I did cry yes AND WHAT ABOUT IT

I'm glad Alex's enthusiastic and horny brain worms could bring you some joy 💛 the engagement with this is feeding MY brain worms, they are giddy with delight and dancing right now!!!!! what a feeling. this is so validating, i genuinely did not expect people to read it, let alone like it and comment 😭😭🫠🫠 it 100% would not have been written without mj everyone say thank you @kiwiana-writes 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

this is a really lovely end to my tough week (and year, really), and i promise y'all more writing (maybe a collection on ao3 for any more brain worm related escapades???) along with my larger undertaking, a firstprince x the proposal (2009) AU. silly goose hours are upon us!!!!!

hope you have a wonderful rest of your weekend and a safe + fun end to the year. May your brain worms be enthusiastic and thirsty and helpful. thanks for reading! much love 🥰 xoxo

#i slept like 5 hours #and i was just like 😭😊🥹😭😊🥹 seeing the comments #i WILL reply i just need a nap so I'm not totally incoherent #i know for most of y'all writers this is just another day in the life but I'm like...cheesing so hard rn #my post #ruth writes #rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince #fics #sorry for the gigantic wall of text oops I'm just on my period and experiencing every emotion on the planet FORGIVE ME

[bisexual-horror-fan]

bex, my love 💗 you've amassed 2000 followers to your smut cult !! 😈 and i could not be prouder 😊 you're so beyond deserving of the attention and praise !! 🎉💕

but, for the raffle, you just know i have to throw my hat in the ring and suggest a part two of the bo cam au 👀💗 i love that piece so much, i'm almost embarrassed to say how many time this bitch has re-read it 😈😂 but anyway, as i said when i first requested it, go ham !! you're the expert in these parts, after all. my only possible suggestion is, perhaps, reader finally gets the guts to pay for a private stream? and anything with bo and overstimulation will have me on my knees thanking you 🙌

congrats once more, and thank you for everything you do for us, both as a writer and as a friend 💗📚

Oooooh fucking shit this was fun to do! You know me, I love my little cam au and the first part of Bo’s was so good, of course he deserved a part two! Hope you like the direction I took with it! I deff worked in the overstim, just for you. Let’s not waste time and ger riiiight into the meat of it. Thanks for all your support and for you sending this in!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.9K. Bo Sinclair X GN! Reader. No Parts Or Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Cam! AU! Sex Worker Positive Fic. Cam Show Supporter Reader. Dirty Talk. Banter. Teasing. Taunting. Compliments. Praise. Guided Masturbation. Anal Plug. Begging. Overstimulation. Cum Play.

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A Show Just For You.

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You had been saving up for a while. You’d been wanting this for, God, so fucking long. You probably wanted this since his fifth stream you tuned into. You have heard that his private streams are more than worth the money, if the reviews on his page are anything to go off of. You’d been working hard and actually had some vacation coming up, starting tonight in fact and you thought why not kick it off right? 

You always found it easier to relax and unwind with a good night's sleep and you always had the best night’s sleep after getting off to one of his streams. You were pretty sure it was impossible to be stressed after watching him and treating yourself. You were right on time as per usual, reclined on your bed, relaxing as you tuned in. 

The show was fantastic as usual. You took it real easy, got yourself off a few times, not in any kind of real rush, listening to him talk dirty and address the chat and play around for everyone’s amusement and those sweet, sweet tips. It was a more casual one but had a fun theme that kept it fresh, you however were in the mood for something a tad more intense, you weren’t satisfied when the stream ended, not by a long shot. 

He was pretty happy with himself. It was the start of the weekend, Friday night and he made a decent chunk of change. He was feeling good. He had just finished cleaning himself up when your message ping made his head snap up to his laptop screen. 

“I heard you do private streams? Mind indulging me?” 

Shit. He chewed on his bottom lip, he literally just finished for the night, was looking forward to a little him time after some good work. He was thinking of saying no but if he turned you down you might never ask again, he noticed your screen name then. Fuck, it was you. A great tipper, engaged with the chat and even sent him some gifts, and now you wanted to make the jump to being someone who buys private streams? This was big, he couldn’t fuck this up, no telling the kind of money you’d be willing to throw down, people who buy private time with him drop more than in the regular stream.

He thought back and you had been more reserved than normal. Were you saving up to splurge on this?

He’d be a fucking idiot to not agree. 

When the response popped up that he was more than happy to you had to bite back a squeal of delight. A follow up message of, “One second.” popped up and you’d waited this long, what’s a minute more?

When the call notification popped up you clicked on as fast as you could. He had managed to get his underwear back on after ending the stream but he was still shirtless. 

There he was, spreading his thighs and smiling into the camera at you, “Hiya sugar.” 

You couldn’t stop the grin that spread on your face, leaning forward, resting your chin on your hands. He looks so good. You typed out your greeting in response and you watch the shift in his expression, he tsk’d, “I can understand not getting to see that pretty face but I can’t even hear ya?”

You paused. He wanted that?

You asked and he laughed, a shake of his head, “Course I do, only if you’re comfortable.”

Were you comfortable with that? You thought for a moment and he said, “You’ve been round for a long time, not gonna lie, M’ curious what you look like, what ya sound like.”

You bit your bottom lip and you were tempted, I mean it was just you and him in here, what is the harm in it? He seemed to really want it and also, there was something hot in that. 

Him wanting to see and hear you. 

“I’d never pressure you darlin’ but you’ve seen me in some real compromising spots, I just wanna see that sweet face.” His smile and that warm look in his eyes you felt warm in your chest and decided, fuck it, why not? What did you have to lose?

He was right too. You’d seen him with no less than eight inches of well lubed silicone buried in his ass over and over until he came over his own chest, he had been extremely vulnerable and exposed, even if you had paid for it. He wasn’t asking for much. And if you said you really didn’t want to, he wouldn't force you.

You felt nervous but that was obviously misplaced. As soon as you turned on the camera his expression shifted again, it was hard to place but it was definitely softer, he said with a half laugh of disbelief,  “Hon I don’t know what you were worried about.”

You said the first thing to him with your actual voice, it felt odd to not be typing it out to him as you said, “Really?”

“Really. Fuckin’ gorgeous. And you’re paying to get off to me? Not so sure it shouldn’t be the other way round.” 

Oh he was way too good at this. Feeling his eyes on you, knowing he could see you right now, it became that much easier to fluster you. Something he was sure to be counting on. 

It was almost like he could sense your nerves and so after a little more conversation to loosen you up and it works, you feel more relaxed before asking, “What’re you looking for anyway.” 

You thought long and hard about this and feeling shockingly bold you say, “I wanna see you plugged and use a fist full of lube till you make a mess of yourself.” 

You were very fucking forward all of a sudden. He had already cum twice on the stream and said stream finished about twenty minutes ago. It was gonna be a major effort, more than that, it was gonna be so sensitive, bordering on painful. 

You noticed the slight pause and you asked, “Scared?”

He laughed, “Me? Scared? No way but you just saw what I did, you think I can go again so soon? You think highly of me.”

You snorted and laughed, “Oh yeah, so highly.”

You had a good laugh, he liked it and joked further, “What kinda man do you take me for?”

A sick grin spread on your face as you said, “Oh Bo I think you’ve shown everyone just what kinda man you are. Now we are just negotiating. How much?”

Fuck, that was funny. Yeah he really liked you.

“Six dollars a minute.” He said confidently and you said without missing a beat, “Four.”

“Four?!” He gaped with a shocked laugh and so the haggling began. When the price was agreed upon he found himself in a very compromising position once again. 

He slowly stripped his underwear off and threw it aside and started to take the direction you gave. 

“Get a hand on yourself and get yourself hard.” He did so upon your insistence, wrapping his hand around himself and he began to move his hand slowly, too slowly for your liking. “C’mon Bo. I’m paying good money here. Speed it up.”

You didn’t go easy on him.

At the rate per minute you deserved to see him just how you wanted. So you pushed him. Made him get painfully hard, flushed and angry red head of his cock weeping pre-cum again before you had him pulling out your favourite plug you sent him along with the lube. Made him spread himself and work it in a little faster than he would normally. You revelled in the way his brows pinched together and how he winced as it finally popped in place. 

You sent this plug because it was curved and moulded just right to press up against the wearer's prostate. Even regular jerking off could stimulate it, press on the flared base of it and it was even better.

“All hands on deck, Bo. You’re not stopping till you cum.” You said with a smile and watched as with a well lubed hand he started back in. Tight fist as he jerked himself off, he was so sensitive still, sore, it honestly hurt more than it felt good because of the pace you set.

You enjoyed every single little groan and pathetic whimper he made. Any time his grip tried to loosen or he attempted to slow down you told him to pick up the pace again. You weren’t even masturbating to this, just enjoying the view, it was hot, undeniably so, you were almost throbbing, it was like you hadn’t cum earlier at all but you didn’t want to miss a single second of this. 

“Let me hear you.” You asked and he gave in. His mind was a bit too scrambled for proper dirty talk but you were not complaining at all. He was moaning brokenly, head tipped back, face and neck flushed all the way down to his chest and the sweat was starting to pour off of him. 

“How you doin’ Bo?” You asked with a sweet smile. He panted out, “Fuh-fuck…Fi-fine, just fine-”

What a liar. You’d let him get away with it since he was so fucking pretty and being such a good sport. 

“Just fine isn’t good enough. Get that other hand on you, play around with that plug.” He whined, actually fucking whined but he did it. Legs up, other hand down and he started to press on the base of the plug, twisting it and pulling it in and out, fucking himself shallowly with it as his other hand never slowed on his aching shaft. 

You made him twist his hand on the swollen head of his dick, made him pull the plug all the way out before slamming it back in, tug on his own balls on and on until he was a total wreck. He was such a mess. Watching him on the bed, body contorted in that sweet mix of pleasure and pain, muscles flexing under his skin, back arching, he was so far gone. Almost more than you had ever seen. But not quite there yet.

You thought he might cry. He was babbling, trembling, begging. He had to force himself to get there but finally he was close, and he was begging you and had been for the past full minute straight for you to let him cum. 

A sigh of the world weary and the put upon, “I dunnooooo Bo.”

He finally broke, a weak sob tore out, “Please?”

You thought you’d gotten more than your money’s worth and told him that one simple word, “Yes.”

He gasped out a thank you and you watched the show, he still somehow had some cum left and he spilled it all over his own stomach and hips, hips stuttering up into his own hand, shaking and panting, mouth hanging open as the mix of pleasurable pain tore through him. 

His hands started to slow and you laughed long and loud. “Oh Bo, sweetheart, darling. I don’t recall saying that you could stop.”

He let out a long low groan as he tightened his grip. Fucksake, how much money did you have to burn? It was gonna be a long night. You reached for the lube and decided that now was the time for you to indulge yourself. 

“And you call me pretty.” You sigh as your hand dips down between your legs watching as he fumbles the bottom of the plug with trembling and lube slicked fingers. “Think you got one more in you?”

What choice did he have?

#Bo Sinclair X reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #BHF 2K Follower Raffle #Cam!AU! #Enjoyyy #hersweetrevenge

[optimisticunicorn]

Just wanted to drop by and let you know that I adore your arts! Even though I'm not as much into the same characters/ships as you, I can't help but be delighted every time a new post from you pops up in my dash or searches. It's like, "Oh hey, I recognise that artstyle! :D"

Also, the mayhem AU stuff is so great! Makes me want to mess around and just have more fun in general with my own concepts.

Hope this doesn't sound strange lol, just wanted to share my sincere feelings. Have a lovely weekend and keep up the good work!

Awww thank uuuu 💕💖🩷 that means so much ! I'm glad you are inspired by my art this means a lot! Thank you I hope u have a great weekend too!

#asks

[raplinenthusiasts]

Hi Julia 💕💕

I feel like I don't have a lot to report this week, but it hasn't been a bad one. I did go to get boba with my friends which will always be a highlight for me since I'm obsessed with it. But other than that things were pretty chill. There's local elections this weekend where I live, so the whole family is currently tuned in to listen to the results lol.

How was your week? I hope since it was your birthday that you had a really good one! And that the next one treats you well too 💞💞

P. S. here is my cat enjoying the fall leaves because I think it's really cute.

we’re clearly linked telepathically 🫂

I’m glad you got your boba then! Small delights make days way better so it’s important to do this for ourselves 🫶 I hope your elections end up as good as ours two weeks ago YOU GOT IT 🤞

I’ve got great gifts this year that’s for sure, some books and cds and socks with whales on them (which I was trying to buy for months) 💛and this week is going to be super chill because we have national holiday and most people took vacation so I’ll be with my work bestie trying to procrastinate!

I love your kitty! Please give him/her(?) scratches for being cute 🥰 hope your week will be nice!

#I’ll be waiting for more cat photos now! #ivi talk 💕 #ask

[douneyhey]

Hi there, lovely folks of the internet! 🎵 Hope you're all doing fantastic because I've got some musical gems to brighten your day and the end of october. 🌟

Reaaadyy~~~~

First and foremost, GUYS!! Don't miss out on "Good Enough," which was just released today, and let me tell you, that's totally my vibe right now! 🚀 The music video is ridiculously cute, and the lyrics? OMO, they hit home.

Essentially, the song revolves around a protagonist who, much like many of us, often feels lost and hopeless. But the lyrics bring a comforting message, saying,

"It's okay, you're good enough. You don't have to be perfect"

It's a reassuring anthem for those chasing their dreams, battling anxiety and uncertainty along the way. 🌠

And for those of you who enjoyed my previous post about "Expectation" by D.O you'll be delighted to know that "The View" is one of the gems from his second mini-album. 🌟

The lyrics of this track beautifully capture the emotions of longing for someone who has left and the heartache of not being able to see them again. 🥺 With D.O.'s soulful vocals and the minimalistic arrangements featuring delicate guitar chords, the song exudes a nostalgic and melancholic feel that's simply enchanting. 🎸✨

I stumbled upon "Sunset Boulevard," and I'm so glad I did. I first came across the artist's work on Instagram, and following my musical instincts was a brilliant decision. 🌅🎶

Trust me, this one's a must-listen. It's a gem that's been brightening my days, and I'm sure it'll do the same for you. 🌟

I have to admit this one's a little biased, considering it's from an Ivorian Singer/Rapper, but let me tell you, it's an absolute banger! 💃

This song carries a powerful message of courage and resilience in the face of adversity, encouraging us to embrace new beginnings on our journey toward a brighter future. 🌈 Its lyrics remind us that, even when hope seems distant, we must keep moving forward, hoisting our sails high and embarking on new adventures.

"How long have I waited for the day to leave behind the past, to say goodbye, and emerge from the lonely season to meet you? How long have I waited for the day to start anew, leaving behind memories that have faded into the past, and to be reborn?"

In essence, the song is a beacon of hope, resilience, and the significance of seeking fresh starts in our lives. To complement this song recommendation, I've got a movie suggestion for you - "The Pirates: The Last Royal Treasure." It's a Korean movie, and although it may not entirely align with the song's theme, it reminded me of this film because it's all about pirates and sailing. Plus, it's incredibly fun and worth a watch! 🏴‍☠️

Actually, "Garis Terdepan" is a title released back in 2015. Its calming vibes truly struck a chord with me, so I couldn't resist sharing it with all of you.

From what I understand, the song is a lyrical journey with a protagonist who feels lost and hopeless, yet his partner is always there as a rock to lean on. 🌟 "Garis Terdepan" beautifully delves into the theme of unrequited love, highlighting the significance of having that one constant pillar of support in our lives. 💕

And on this note, I'll leave it to you to decide if these songs are worthy additions to your playlists. 🎧 May your weekend be filled with warmth, joy, and, of course, some fantastic tunes! 🌞🎶

#music recs #exo #spotify #discover #autumn #d.o. kyungsoo #chanyeol #Spotify

[chipies-and-chocolate]

until that spring

hi guys! well I started to write a long series about Eddie because I don’t know how to hold myself off. this is my first story since school so I hope you can enjoy it as I really enjoyed writing it! I’ll try to update every weekend so if you want to be added to a tag list let me know.and because it makes me so mad, and I can’t with it, EDDIE IS NOT DYING HERE, OK? I really need him to have a happy ending my poor boy deserves it.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!oc Henderson

Summary: Basically, it’s the story about Dustin’s sister getting caught between her brother's adventures and how this affected her almost-more-than-friendship with Eddie. so, we will be going through the four seasons during the story.

Series warning: smut, some drugs and violence (so please don’t read it if you are under 18+ years old!), angst and a lot of fluff. if there’s anything else in some chapters I will warn.

note: for history purposes the oc is called Emma Clarisse Henderson and Eddie likes to call her by her middle name because he finds it adorable. and for d&d purposes she took the name Arwen.💕

i do not own any rights of stranger thing's content in this fic ; please do not copy or transale (im planing to update a spanish version maybe but depends if someone ask me to) the story.

1983

Sunday, November 6

It should be a casual game, no more than two hours of play, maybe a little longer, depending on the luck of the players. Emma couldn't help but sigh as she heard a giggle escaping from the dungeon master's mouth; four hours, four pizza boxes, two packs of beer and they were still there, sitting in front of a small board with only two figures on it.

—You could escape dear — Eddie smiled triumphantly —your statistics favour you—

She fixed her gaze on the boy's eyes, challenging him. Everything had gone great, they had reached the last chamber of the dungeon in about an hour and forty, they just had to take the loot and go home, but no, Eddie was not a benevolent dungeon master, even less if he intended to make a sadistic campaign, upon entering the room they were cornered by a dragon, crushing fred with a stomp; then he ate jeff, the healer, ending the advantage they had over the beast and after a while finally finish off gareth.

And there she was, alone against a dragon blocking the exit, only having two arrows left, her bow, a short sword and 4 life points. The other three boys looked at her expectantly, practically placing all the pressure of their pride on her shoulders. She smirked as she shook her head.

—No thanks, I don't want to give you pleasure. I'm going to shoot the son of a bitch— she finally said.

—are you sure? You need at least a 19 to kill him and not die instantly— asked gareth

—I feel lucky— she winked, taking one of the dice in front of her, beginning to shake it as Eddie watched her from across the table, covering his mouth with his left fist.

The piece fell with a soft sound on the board, bouncing three times finally stopping with a dull sound.She jumped up with a cry of relief, the group cheering with delight as the Hellfire leader sighed loudly a laugh.

—twenty! boom! This is how you destroy a lizard! — She exclaimed, sitting back looking at him triumphantly, he gave her a bow.

—It only took two hours longer than estimated, but I must congratulate you, Miss Arwen— he chuckled.

— shut your mouth Eds, short games are not an option with you.

The group stayed at the place for a while longer, laughing and complaining about the campaign until the girl finally stood up, stretching out her arms and taking her bag.

—  Well guys, it has been a pleasure, but have to go, there’s school tomorrow— 

—  That's my signal—  Eddie smiled  getting up — garth, the care of the board is in your hands.

The mentioned one let out a lazy moan, she looked at him with a bit of remorse for leaving the mess without helping to tidy up.

They both finally left the garage where they had spent the last five hours, meeting the last reflections of the sun and a cold autumn breeze, then the girl hurried to the van, taking the passenger seat, rubbing her arms to generate some warmth.

— You're so chilly —   the boy laughed, closing his door.

—  It's almost winter, it's cold —  she clarified frowning —  besides, I've been sitting for a long time, that's your fault.

He shrinked his shoulders

— I didn't mean for it to be so long— 

— Fallacies —  she exclaimed, staring at him while he raised his hands laughing, spreading her, she stared at him for a moment, the 17-year-old boy had been letting his hair grow for a while, which was practically the same length as hers. she raised her hand to slightly untangle his hair, slightly stunning him– your hair has grown quite a bit.

— bitchin’, right? — He answered with a giggle, and she smiled softly.

— Long hair suits you — she mentioned innocently removing her hand to put on the seat belt, without noticing the small blush that she had caused in him –by the way, thanks for taking me—

— my  pleasure —he replied, making contact to start the engine and begin to drive — after all, I passed by you and insisted that you attend.

— Anyway, I had no plans — she continued while she opened the trunk to explore among the music tapes and chose one — and the games you've been doing lately are great, it's fun to see the boys suffer.

Eddie laughed softly at the comment, taking his eyes off the street for a second, looking at Emma, ​head leaning against the window with her blue eyes closed, dark curls falling untidily to her shoulders without actually touching them; Dead Kennedys playing through the speakers accompanied by humming by the girl, he turned his gaze back to the road.

Finally they arrived at Emma’s home, having already darkened so only the dim light that escaped through the windows of the house and that emitted by the headlights of the van illuminated the landscape, he stopped next to the driveway, diminishing the music volume.

—Last stop— he stated, she softly opened her eyes and jumped down.

— oh —Emma stopped before closing the door — egg sandwich tomorrow?

— sounds good, I'll pick you up at the usual time—

— Okay — instead of closing the door, the girl began to play with her fingers staring at them, he raised an eyebrow trying to decipher the situation until after a few seconds he heard her murmur —Would you… like to come in and have dinner?

Eddie didn't make a sound, looking at her thoughtfully, understanding her behaviour; They were friends since elementary school, he used to go with her everywhere and began to  take her in his car always since he got his licence; she had spent countless afternoons at his house, in his room; she had prepared each new recipe that she learned for him and his uncle, with whom in fact she got along very well, he liked her "she is a good girl" he had heard him comment more than once; somehow she was always there, being a part of practically every aspect of his life; however, he had created a kind of barrier as far as the girl's life was concerned, he always found an excuse not to enter her house, he had never sat at the same table with his family and he really had no idea how Emma's room looked, every time he dropped her off she always asked the same type of question, and he always had an excuse to refuse.

— Clary— he began to say slowly, trying to think of some old enough excuse.

— Mom is not here today — she interrupted, staring at him, and then began to recite information very quickly — neither is Dustin, she went out to play cards with her friends because we were going out, usually she is late when she goes out with her friends even if it is Sunday, and- and Dusts is with the Wheelers, playing a campaign that they have been planning for weeks so he told us that he probably wouldn't make it to dinner, so there's only the cat, I could make macaroni and cheese and we could eat in my room... if you want —

Silence invaded the space for a few moments,Emma watched him expectantly with a frown and rosy cheeks, until the boy shouted a laugh, disconcerting her.

— Henderson — he contained the laugh to be able to breathe while turning off the car's engine and then removed the key, noticing how her eyes lighted up — how long have you been thinking about everything you just said?

— Since mom said she was going with her friends... on Wednesday — she answered, looking at the floor embarrassed, hearing a sigh from him.

— Well, I can't say no to such an effort—  he raised his hands in surrender, she couldn't hide the enormous smile that took over her lips. — fine, but the mac n’ cheese better be amazing.

They both left the van and walked towards the house, he walked slowly, nervous while she took little jumps, advancing a couple of steps to open the door and let him pass, he contemplated for a moment the possibility of using some excuse to flee from the situation, but he didn't want to make Emma sad; he took a deep breath before slowly walking through the door,then feeling how it closed behind him; he looked around for a moment, like an animal in an unfamiliar place, the house was spacious but cosy and smelled of honeysuckle.

— are you…good? -the girl asked with some concern, he nodded while he continued to scrutinise the place until he felt something lazily colliding with his leg, distracting him, an orange cat walked between his legs meowing friendly, and the girl laughed taking the feline between her arms — oh, this is ms mews…come on, I'll show you my room.

Emma let go of the cat who protested meowing, she happily took Eddie's hand to guide him to her room, they crossed the living room and went down a side corridor, reaching the end of this the girl finally released him to open the right door.  again letting him pass first, this time leaving the door open.

— I present to you my private lair - Emma said dramatically 

He entered the room with his mouth slightly open, the room was two or three times his own, curiously very different from any of the possibilities that had crossed his mind, amusingly bizarre, the walls were covered in a wallpaper of small pink lilies which in turn was partially covered by different types of posters and papers grouped by theme, In the centre of the wall opposite the door was the bed, double, white wrought iron and unmade. there was a dresser cover of notebooks and books in disarray, however, something caught his attention, he began to walk towards the end of the room finding a desk whose wall was full of photos that had been taken from time to time, drawings of dungeons and dragons that he had made for her and others made by herself; He kept exploring the surface, coming across a drawing partially obscured by a walkman, but he could still make out "hellfire club", he heard the hurried footsteps of the girl behind him as he began to move his hand closer to the device, to take it and observe the complete drawing.

— wait! — She said stopping him and then throwing what was on her desk into a drawer under it and hastily closing it, laughing nervously — that's still something in progress.

— Well — he answered with a mocking smile — it wasn't exactly hidden.

— If it has something on top, it's hidden — the girl asserted and then took him by the wrist to drag him to the kitchen — come on, I have to prepare food.

Eddie stumbled after her, laughing, once in the kitchen, he sat on one of the benches in front of the counter propping his head on one hand while she got a box of macaroni and cheese from the pantry and began to cook; while the pasta was cooking she prepared the sandwiches that they would have for lunch the next day and stored them in the fridge.

— voila! — she exclaimed, showing him the saucepan after placing the powdered cheese on the pasta and stirring it — we had dinner.

— Great — he replied , smiling tenderly and then getting up and walking towards the fridge while the girl put the food on the plates — do you have any beer?

—  very funny — she looked at him with narrowed eyes — there were some sodas at the top.

Eddie took a couple of cans and one of the plates Emma had served, she took the other plate and a couple of spoons; they carried the food into the room where he took the chair by her desk and she sat on the edge of the bed, beginning to eat.

— This is great — Emma smiled.

— you think so? — he smiled back.

— Of course, I do — she continued, taking a bite in her mouth – it only took me almost three and a half years to get you into my house, but you know, it's still great.

— hey — he tried to counter, without really having anything in his favour — don't say it like that.

— Calm down Munson — she said sarcastically — I understand that you fear dinner, I mean, it's terrifying.

– Clarisse – he left his plate half finished and sat next to the girl while she looked at him with puppy eyes – it's not like that

— then what is it? Because I'm relatively sure you're not allergic to cats.

— It's just… — he sighed, looking away from the girl, looking at a flask on the night table, he wrinkled his eyebrows while getting closer to take it — what is this?

— Eds… — Emma snorted at the obvious change of subject.

— I'm serious — he answered, looking at the bottle, the girl raised an eyebrow taking the bottle from his hand.

— for sleep — she finally said — you know that sometimes I have problems with that.

— You never take them in my house.

— I don't need them when I'm with you — she murmured without thinking, looking at the bottle and then leaving it in its place — with you I feel calm… 80 percent of the time.

— 80?  — he laughed  — what about the other 20 percent?

— That 20 percent you are an idiot — she chuckled.

— I think it is much more than 20 percent — he continued.

— do not overestimate yourself, Munson — she said between laughs that were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the house door closing, the boy tensed slightly; she took his hands in her own — it must be Dustin, wait here a moment, I'll go see.

He relaxed slightly as he nodded, Emma then disappeared behind the door, walking towards the entrance of the house, meeting his brother who seemed a bit upset.

— hey gremlin, you're late — she greeted, shaking the boy's cap — what's wrong? Did you get your ass kicked on the campaign?

— we didn't finish it — denied the boy walking to the kitchen to get the milk from the fridge — and now I owe Will one of my comics.

— You were there practically all day and they didn't finish it? — she laughed — which comic did you lose?

— x men 134 — he sighed.

— Well, I'll get you another one then — the girl gave the boy a glass, and he renewed his spirits.

— really?

—  Of course, I'll get it before work, what do you think?

— Cool! — Dustin stopped what he was doing to give her a hug — you're great Ems.

— I know — Emma laughed, patting her brother's head before taking him by the shoulders, breaking the hug — very well when you're done with that go straight to bed, okay?  now I'll go to sleep, so don't go to my room. understood?

— Uh, I guess— The boy wrinkled his eyebrows in strangeness.

— Okay then, good night — Emma began to walk lazily back to her room 

After being left alone, Eddie had dropped onto the bed, managing to slightly perceive the girl's scent, feeling a small blush; He sighed deeply, closing his eyes as he recalled a conversation from a few days ago.

“— seriously man — exclaimed Gareth lying on an old armchair in his garage - when are you going to ask her out? 

— what are you talking about? — He answered by tuning his guitar without paying much attention.

— Emma — specified his friend, disconcerting him, causing him to loosen way too much the string that he was trying to sing.

—the hell are you talking about man? — He questioned trying to avoid looking irritated.

— Come on Eddie — Jeff intervened leaving his guitar next to him — the only person who doesn't know about the great crush you have on her is her, you should ask her out.

The boy clucked his tongue, shaking his head.

— you guys are delusional— he said softly, looking at his friends — that's not gonna happen.

— Why not? she surely likes you— Gareth asked.

—Because — now clearly irritated Eddie emphasised — it wouldn't make sense, Emma has a future, shit, I've never seen her making any effort to have good grades and even so she will surely get into a good college, me? I'm just an outcast who hopes for his band to achieve something one day, it's not compatible ”

He opened his eyes slightly when he heard the door, saw how the girl looked at him tenderly, and took off her sneakers to lie down next to him, who closed his eyes again.

— how is the little nerd? — he asked softly.

— Don't call him that— she whispered, beginning to massage his scalp, feeling sleepy— it's okay, but they didn't finish the game.

— Mhn that sounds fun — He chuckled and then yawned — I should go, it's pretty late.

— A little longer — Emma murmured with closed eyes, pinching one of the sleeves of his shirt trying to keep him from pulling away from her.

— Okay, I'll stay a little longer — he smiled, kicking off his sneakers to properly accommodate himself and hug her, who was already breathing deeply, falling asleep, being imitated involuntarily by him.

after a couple of hours, Eddie woke up lazily to a new sound at the entrance of the house, assuming that it was his friend's mother, who was already completely asleep in his arms, making him smile; he slowly brought one of his hands closer to the girl's face to trace her lips with his thumb, imagining what it would be like to kiss her. he let out a long sigh trying to get the image out of his head and slipped out of bed trying not to wake her, then covering her with the duvet that rested at the foot of the bed, he put on his tennis,  turned off the light and then slipped away. as quietly as possible through the bedroom window.

next chapter

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie x oc #eddie x fem!reader #sts4 #sts4 au #stranger things au #eddie munson fanfic #until that summer #joe quinn

[suguwu]

bee idk why but i am getting no notifs from you on tumblr 😭 but i just saw your tags on my lil beidou blurb by like scrolling through on the dash and THANK YOUU 💕💕 IT WAS SUCH A PLEASANT SURPRISE ON THE DASH 🥺💕💕

cielo beloved!! i think i’m in full on tumblr jail—i can’t message anyone or reply among other things so that’s likely why you can’t see notifs!! but also how dare tumblr try to part us 😤

anyway thank YOU for writing your beidou blurb it was a delight and just what i needed this afternoon!!

i hope the weekend is kind to you 💞💞

#🪴.ask #cielo.🪷 #your beidou is just chefs kiss!!!

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week in Review IV

It has been a really weird week this week. One of those weeks where you don’t feel right but you’re not unwell, but you know you’re not yourself. That’s been me the entire week. As a result, I didn’t read or really do much - but I’m hoping this long weekend will get me out of my funk and back to some sense of normality - whatever that is these days lol 🙃

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Sick Day (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Plans for Gold Rush: I recently had a re-read and got to have a really good conversation with @gnpwdrnwhiskey about Charlotte and Joel this week, and it really made me realize how much I miss them. So, my plan is to go back and have a good edit of what’s posted - (both my writing and editing style have changed and Gold Rush is wordy in places it has no business being). Going to take the next week or so to do that and get back to the story that brought me to this community and even if it’s me and three other people reading it, I don’t mind - because I love these characters and want to see it through ❤️ 

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Shared Breaths by @frenchiereading I think I’m up to chapter six on this now, as of this week, complete fanfic! It’s a cute read of Frankie enrolling his daughter into Readers school and two having a magnetic back and forth that they can’t act upon until Frankie’s daughter is no longer in Readers class (boo school rules) and I can’t wait to see what happens when they’re finally able to be together! 

The Layover by @goodwithcheese How are we all doing? Have we all recovered from this chapter? Are we prepared for the epilogue that’s coming? This story has been a joy to read and I will honestly be revisiting this one with a permanent place on my fanfics to recommend list! 🙌

Talk Tonight  by @darkroastjoel Joel Miller. Delayed flight. One night in Paris. Did I mention Joel Miller and one night in Paris? This was a delight to get stuck into the opening chapter this week and I’m a suck for an OC. I’m really excited to see how the night plays out for Camila and Joel on the backdrop of Paris.

Late Night Texts by @mvtthewmurdvck Another series that had its last chapter this week and an epilogue on the way. This has all the hallmarks of a good rom-com and another that will be a re-read in the near future. I had an inkling of how this last chapter would play out, but rather than be predictable it keeps you on your toes to a very toe-curlingly sweet ending that will make you want to hug the screen.

Hungry Hearts | Independence Day by @atinylittlepain This is another that will always be on my permanent fanfic recommendation list. Things are reaching a peak between Cherry and Joel and I can't wait to see how things are going to come to heads between the two in the present day.

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 4 by @rhoorl Just realized I keep thinking this is chapter three and it’s chapter 4 (told you it’s one of those weeks 🤦🏻‍♀️) - anyway, another delight of a chapter from Jess and there’s so much to unpack here with the residents of Mulefall Court - so do yourself a favour and go take a read… or two! 

Supply & Demand by @wildemaven Between this fanfic, @rhoorl’s portrayal of Benny and the influx of Garrett Hedlund posts on my feed this week - I think I’m slowly being converted to the Benny side! This is a truly sweet one-shot that I don’t want to get too into here as it deserves a read to find out yourself how it plays out and how endearing Heidi’s Benny really is. Because even if you’re not a fan, you’re going to want to read more of him! Trust me 🥰

20/20 by @ladamedusoif This popped up on my feed this week and it’s always an instant re-read when it does as it has a place on my favourites list! Joel needs to get his eyes tested and the man needs glasses. However, he really doesn’t want them.

Fics I’m Looking Forward to Reading... My TBR List is still a work in progress, will share it when it’s done 💕

These two I was hoping to get stuck into this week, but mental headspace got away with me and wanted to make sure I gave them the attention they deserve because peep the premises for both! 🙌

Tempered in the Fire by @ladamedusoif Okay, so it’s a Blacksmith Din AU set some time after the Irish Rebellion of 1798 - the creativity in this synopsis alone is enough to have me mentally carving out some time this weekend to devour the first chapter.

Let’s Call this a Win Win by @jomiddlemarch Joel. OFC. No Outbreak AU. Sarah and Ellie at summer camp. Sign me up! Joel is dropping Sarah off at summer camp where he meets camp nurse Meghan. Did I mention that Joel is going to be working maintenance there too? I cannot wait to give this one the attention it deserves and find out what happens! 

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

Pedro living his best life at a Beyoncé concert this week and everyone living for the pure joy of it. 

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

Marry Me - I am a sucker for a rom-com, and I’m a sucker for a JLo rom-com. Throw in Owen Wilson with a batshit plot line that is absolutely unbelievable and you can just shut up and take my money (which Apple did because I bought it)

Something from Tiffany’s - this was on paper a ‘meh’ kinda concept, but I’m glad I gave it a chance as I adored every second of it and now have all the feels and ideas for seasonal one-shots and mini-series that are way above my ability to pull off lol

Discussing WIP’s and OC’s - got to indulge with both this week with some awesome mutuals about not only my own, but theirs too! It's always oo much fun hearing other people’s thought processes and bouncing ideas around. Highly recommend it!

This Week’s Song…

What's a rom-com without a good pop song? This was the bop of the week as I made my way through the week.

Hope everyone had a great week! Let me know if you have any good fanfic recs or your own lists to share! 💕 xx

#betty's sunday in review #Spotify

[musette22]

Oh my god, you know I’m a little bit of an emotional wreck, but I just saw a couple of photos of Seb on my dash just now, and I just went “oh, Sebastian” and then 😭😭😭😭😭. This is like, an ask with zero content but I just needed to let out somewhere how overwhelming he is sometimes, how I just, can’t believe he’s real and so pretty and so wonderful and sweet and talented and just, everything, you know? 🥺🥺🥺 Anyway, I hope today is less stressful for you, and you have a wonderful weekend ahead of you, because I love you and you deserve all the good things 💕💕💕💕

Mayaaaaaaaaa, you absolute delight of a human being 🥰🎀🌟⚘️🌻💖💕 Please, this is such a valid and relatable ask, you don't even know (except you dooooo because we share a brain more often than not 😭❤) I know EXACTLY what you mean, this happens to me too. Like, you'll be like "I'm fine" and then you scroll your desk for a bit like la la la, and then BLAM, there he is, this absolute angel who has never done anything wrong in his life ever, so good so pure so PRETTY, and you just 😭😭😭😭 Yeah, it happens a lot 🥺💕 Look at him

Thank you so much my sweets, I adore you endlessly 💗 💛 💓 My day has been very busy and stressful again (I feel like I keep saying this) but not too bad, all in all! And I'm on my way to see friends for dinner now and then we're going to this music festival thingy, so that'll be fun hopefully! Good start to the weekend 🥰 I hope your Friday has been good too and that you'll feel better very soon, honey 💛💛 Wishing you a wonderful Friday night and an even better weekend ahead, LOVE YOU 🌟💖🌷

#mayaaaaa 💖💖💖 #sebastian stan #I'll reply to asks and messages tomorrow I promise! #sorry for being a bit flaky atm guys #hope everyone is having a good Friday ❤️❤️ #minnie answers

[underragingwaves]

I’ve been lovingly following this for a while now, trying to think of one person to shout out. And I can’t because there are so many people I adore and want to list.

So I’ll do this.

The Viking fandom has been so welcoming and supportive. I’ve been in fan spaces (before we really called them fandoms) for a long time. And this one has become not only a favorite of mine, but one of the most welcoming.

I know as a super multi-fandom person, I haven’t been too active in this corner for a while. But I love that many of you are all still here and when I have returned after being away, I’ve always been warmly embraced.

I was nervous to write for vikings publicly at first, back in 2020. Though I’m so passionate about it, I was just shy. I was accepted and supported so quickly, faster than any other fandom I’m currently in or adjacent to. This means the world to me.

I think I was also nervous as a mixed race/multi racial / brown gal (who has always been Viking obsessed by the way). I rarely to never felt isolated or like I didn’t belong in this space. This is such a special feeling.

I have made friends in this fandom. I’ve read many amazing stories, enjoyed endless amazing art and edits - even the people I don’t know well, or have been too shy to contact, I know who they are and admire their work. There are so many fantastic writers here!

So this is an open love and appreciation letter to this group. I hope you all know how great you are. 💕

This is so lovely, and so very well said. 😊💕 I was delighted to receive your message this weekend, as I think this is truly the core of it for me as well. It's so difficult to name just one person, to narrow things down to perhaps only a few mentions, because so many people here are ones we love interacting with. This fandom's got a lot of talented people in its midst, and many more supportive people who form the true backbone of it all.

I'm so glad to know the Vikings fandom has been a welcoming one for you over the years! I remember my own nerves in posting my first fic for this fandom all too well, haha, and can relate to that sense of initial warm embrace for sure. 🥰 It's so good to read that you have never felt isolated or like you did not belong, as I think that's what true fandom really is. We all love the same show for a vast number of different reasons, and together we can create a whole world of ideas and stories to get lost in... and find ourselves in them again, too.

Thank you for gifting this fandom with such an open and warm lovefest! I'm sure I'm not alone in appreciating it very much!🥰

#sweet sundays