#winnie writes

[stigmalarity]

baelor who doesn’t believe his new insatiable young wife actually wants to bed him as frequently as she does. he tells her his line is already secured with two heirs and she doesn’t have to put in so much effort. she replies by saying she wants him to have an heir to fill every seat on his small council.

[silly4seojun]

seo-jun when he’s drunk

content tags: han seo-jun x reader, female reader, established relationship, intoxicated seo-jun, mentions being lifted up, all lowercase intended

author’s note: sorry for the serious lack of posting, writing has been tough recently :(

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drunk seo-jun, who is a complete light weight. he cannot handle his alcohol at all. all it takes for him to be slurring his words is 3 shots of soju.

drunk seo-jun, who will somehow manage to get a score above 90 at karaoke. he has the most proud look on his face, “do i get a kiss for winning?” *hiccup* “only if you have some water first.”

drunk seo-jun, who may be good at karaoke but is horrendous at drinking games. he’s the type to be over confident and snarky until he loses. he’ll pout and skull the losing drink, wincing at the taste of all the different alcohol mixed together.

drunk seo-jun, who denies he’s drunk when you try to take the shot of soju he has away from him. “‘m fine, ‘m not drunk. i pinky swear.”

drunk seo-jun, who’s face (and neck) is completely flushed pink from the alcohol. he strips off his jacket complaining about how hot he is, but when you start to fan him in an attempt to cool him down he can’t help but laugh at how cute you are.

drunk seo-jun, who is super touchy-feely & clingy. he will be playing with your fingers and twirling strands of your hair with the most dopey smile you’ll ever see.

drunk seo-jun, who will confess his feelings for you as if you aren’t already dating. “ou’re the prettiest girl ‘ve ever seen—i love you so much.”

drunk seo-jun, who poses whenever he notices you taking a photo of him and photo bombs any selfies you take. “‘his one’s cute, send it to me.” he’ll proceed to set it as his lock screen wallpaper.

drunk seo-jun, who looks at you with the same soft smile that makes your resolve melt. all of his friends tease him but he just shrugs it off with a grin, “have you seen her? ‘m so lucky.”

drunk seo-jun, who may be completely wasted but still manages to make sure no one hits on you. he’ll keep a protective arm around you at all times, a deep scowl etching itself onto his face when he notices some creep attempting to make a pass at you.

drunk seo-jun, who wants to make out with you non stop. you have to constantly remind him that you’re still in public, “babe, gimme a kiss.” he’ll ask and then say, “one’s not enough, gimme some more.” while holding you in his arms, keeping you from slipping out off his grasp.

drunk seo-jun, who finds everything funny. he can’t stop himself from laughing until tears start to form at the corners of his eyes.

drunk seo-jun, who gets shy if you start to get flirty with him even if he’s the one who’s been making moves on you all night.

drunk seo-jun, who loves picking you up and having you in his arms. you have to bribe him to get him to put you down and even then it doesn’t always work.

drunk seo-jun, who lives for gossip when he can barely see straight. he’ll quietly sit next to you with wide eyes as you spill on all the drama you’ve been told. he will gasp dramatically when you finally tell him, “so that’s why that happened.”

drunk seo-jun, who craves ramen on the way home and makes you stop at a convenience store so he can have a snack. “c’mon, please baby. i really, really need some ramen right now.” when he finally gets some, he would give you the first bite just so he can watch the way your expression lights up because of how delicious it is.

drunk seo-jun, who will sit as still as he can (wobbling side to side) as you help him get ready for bed. his eyes are closed as you cleanse his skin for him, he’ll tell you just how much he likes this. “your hands feel s’good~,”

drunk seo-jun, who gets really nauseous after his drinks and has to go outside for some cold air to clear his head. needs you to pat his back while whispering sweet-nothings to feel better.

drunk seo-jun, who has a massive hangover the morning after and thanks you with a flutter of kisses when you bring him breakfast in bed.

[winniemaywebber]

Pictures On The Wall

Olive swings open the door to the hut of the Just A-Snappin’ crew, the wooden door creaking at its hinges as she levers it open with her booted foot. It bounces back on the sole of it, shocking her leg muscle and her bones shifting slightly, causing her to wince. She takes stock of the parcels in her hands, reading the names off and placing them on the correct beds.

“Charles Via…button replaced…” Olive reads softly to herself. “Jack Kidd…hole in pants repaired…sorry, Jack, it was Val's repair this time…”

She carries this rigmarole on, filling the silence until she reaches the beds of James Douglass and Everett Blakely; inseparable, even in slumber. “Everett Blakely…you have a good woman on your hands.” She places the parcel down and pats it just slightly, somehow hoping her soft touch blesses it after Val’s own hands had already done so. Finally, she places the last parcel on to James’ bed, ripping the corner open and digging around her jumpsuit pocket to find her small bottle of perfume. She inserts the nozzle into the hole she’s made and spritzes gently, his shirt now smelling like her. She gives herself a very self satisfied grin, knowing that she and her friends are fulfilling their duty of taking care of these men – a couple more so than others, she thinks with a giggle.

As she begins to depart, she catches sight of the pictures above the men’s beds. Betty Grable stares back at Olive, that sultry stare over her bare shoulder seemingly mocking her. Olive places her hands on her midriff, squeezing the extra flesh of her stomach and hips, her face contorting in disgust as she compares her own body with this hourglass, swim suited figure that sits above her beloved’s bed.

“Definitely time to lay off the sinkers,” she says. The door swings open, making her jump.

“English! I was just coming to find you, chickie!” It’s Val, eyes widening as she clocks Olive’s worried expression. Those perfect brows furrow and that Victory Red mouth opens to an O-shape, understanding Olive’s upset with just eye contact. She sees her best friend still squeezing, eyes still locked on the postcard. “Ol…oh, come now. Don’t be ridiculous.”

Olive hesitates, pre-emptively clearing her throat because she knows her voice is about to crack. It comes out tight anyway, barely audible. “I don’t look like that.”

“Neither do they, English.”

“Val…”

“Nope,” she replies, beginning to turn away but thinking better of it, deciding instead to grip Olive’s shoulders and give her a small shake. “Snap out of it, English. So, what, Betty Grable is above his bed! Gene Tierney’s up on Ev’s, and I definitely don’t look like that.” Olive responds with her own furrow, lip curling as she begins to spout off the resemblance but thinks better of it. “Those girls may be above their beds, same as the other fellas. But look!” She turns her around, pointing at the small desk beside each bunk. “There’s me on Ev’s. There’s you on Dougie’s.”

Her grip loosens, her face softer now. “You’re his Dolly, hm?”

Olive feels her eyes fill with tears, wiping them before they spill out. She nods with a sniff, smiling wanly. “Yes, Brooklyn. I got it.”

“Good. Now, c’mon. Tattie will be going crazy if we don’t hop back on that truck!”

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“There they are!” The girls hear as they near the truck’s hatch, the smell of coffee and sinkers pouring out of the open serving hatch. Val breaks into a smile as she runs to Ev Blakely for a smooch, before running up the steps of the truck to grab him a pack of Lucky Strikes and another coffee. James Douglass is leaning on the truck, deep in conversation with Hambone about someone they knew at bombardier school.

“Two coffees, huh?” Olive teases, pretending to aim a kick at Ev’s shins. “Not like you.”

“Tattie’s was nice, it’s just…”

“Not sweetheart’s coffee, hm?”

“Correct,” he replies softly, his eyes moony as he watches Val.

Just as Olive herself approaches the steps, she’s whistled at. “Ahem, where do you think you’re going, dolly?” A playful smirk is on James’ face as he puckers his lips and taps them. “Forgetting something?”

“You looked busy,” Olive giggles, pecking him on the lips. He steps back after that, grinning ear to ear.

“Never too busy for you,” he says, pulling her closer to him now. “Where’ve you been? I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” she murmurs, smiling now. “I was putting your repaired shirts away. Clean, too.”

“Shall I tell my ma she’s out of a job, then?”

“She should’ve been out of that job many years ago, lovey!” She teases. “However, you may prefer my method.”

“And why’s that?” He smiles bigger, his eyes lighting up.

“You’ll see!” She giggles, feeling him nuzzling into her neck and gently breathing her in.

Val rushes over and pulls her away from James. “Enough smoochin’! I need your help up here! You can tell him about Betty Grable later.”

“I wasn’t–” Olive begins, but James’ glance snaps back to her.

“What about Betty Grable?”

“Olive spotted Betty above your bed and about had a fit–”

“Valencia!” Olive urges, her teeth gritted. “Hush!”

Val, ignoring her, carries on. “But, she smiled again when I reminded her that she’s on your nightstand.”

There is a pause, the air thick with tension. “I’ll take it down, honey girl. I don’t even look at her.”

“No, no…” she says, shaking her head. “I’m just being silly. I can’t quite understand how we compare, and yet…”

“Now, you listen to me. You are far more beautiful.”

“Liar,” she giggles, trying to relieve the tension. James’ face stays stoney, his expression remaining serious.

“No. You’re far more beautiful, because you are real. And you love me.”

“I sure do,” she replies, placing her hand on his face, her thumb stroking the edge of his mustache. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re my dolly, ‘kay?”

“Told ya,” Val whispers behind her, sticking her tongue out at her. “Now, come on. Smooch and make up. With ya smoochie!”

She reaches up and demurely kisses him on the mouth, him looking around for a second before placing a hand on the back of her neck and capturing her lips in a deep, open mouthed kiss. They part, both a little breathless.

“Much better,” Olive sighs, blushing and a little giddy. “Erm…” she stutters, seeing James wink at her. “Coffee?”

“Please, dolly.”

“No sugar?”

“No. Sweet enough on you.”

[dumpster-fire-sapphic-failgirl]

How I have described Arcane various characters to my wife:

Jinx: perfect baby angel that can do no wrong but also an unrepentant killer with mental health issues

Vi: Golden retriever pit fighter that shares the same braincell with all the orange cats

Caitlyn: Sherlock Holmes as a hot princess that became a dictator

Jayce: Rare example of a himbo super genius. Intellectual inventor whose brain leaves him the second he’s away from the lab

Victor: Machine Jesus?

Mel: The only reason to watch the political thriller part of this show

Silco: Crime dad

Sevika: Lesbian thirst trap / Punchy grumpy wine aunt

Ekko: The quantifiably best person in the show. Not my favorite, because I’m a sapphic that loves messy drama, but the best

Ambessa: WarMommy

[nancysflashcards]

Her alarm already reared its ugly head, prodding Nancy out of bed at 3:30 in the morning.

She already fought all of the laws of gravity and all of the theories of physics and managed to get her eyes to stay open, her body sat up and off the mattress, and her feet swung over the side of the bed and planted on the hardwood floor beneath her.

Somehow, she got herself into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, too.

The operating room is waiting, there are patients needing to be stitched back together, made whole again. Now, Nancy gets to learn how to be the one holding the scalpel.

Swirls of steam from the pot caress her face as the aroma of her hot, caffeinated saving grace fill her nose.

Suddenly, something else was in competition for her five senses.

Hands came to rest on Nancy’s hips, pulling her gently backwards until she rested upon a warm, soft body. Gentle, feather-light kisses trailed the back of her shoulders as calloused fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, just for a taste of the warmth of her skin. Nancy chuckled.

“Hi.”

She closed her eyes, a smile teasing at the corners of her lips—something hard for her to come by on early mornings.

Robin’s kisses made their way to the back of her neck, the girl craning to reach under Nancy’s jaw, below her ear, right in that place that makes her breath hitch, her body sigh with contentment.

Nancy placed her hands on top of the ones holding her by the hips and lifted them ever so slightly, just so she had enough room to spin herself around, pinning herself between the kitchen counter and her sleepy eyed, ever-so-sweet lover.

Her hands came up and cupped Robin’s face, and looking into her half-open eyes, she couldn’t help but crack into a full smile, teeth and all, as her face crinkled up with astonishment.

“You’re up?”

After Nancy started residency, Robin made a point to wake up with Nancy when she had these early mornings, just to have a few more moments with her. Shocking, really, since a tornado siren usually couldn’t even wake Robin from the depths of her slumber.

On this particular morning, however, it was her first day of Nancy’s intern year, and the 3:30 alarm was a new one, for both of them.

Nancy leaned forward to kiss Robin, to feel the warmth of her flushed cheeks, to feel her tired eyelids flutter closed, to feel her calloused hands slide up her back underneath her silk pajama shirt, to meld herself into her, to soak up every single moment of this, the smell of coffee, the warm light of the kitchen, the nervousness in her stomach about her first day as a surgical resident. She pulls back, looking up at Robin, who was smiling down at her with a dorky, toothy grin.

“Good morning, Dr. Wheeler.”

Yeah, Nancy could get used to hearing that.

[winniebuckleydiaz]

So I want to work on my Eddie x buck series as well in my wips tab but I really wanna write a series with young!gf of Robby and Jack abbot or just young!gf and Jack abbot. I love Robby but in Jack abbot mood lately so, if it’s not mfm then just mf. Please put your thoughts below if you have one 💜

The Pitt series options—

Robby x young!gf reader x jack abbot

Jack abbot x young!gf reader

Both? but the other highest answer would be first and second not for a hot min

Voting ended onApr 26

[weirdworldofwinnie]

Listening to this while impulsively writing some JP x reader relationship headcanons for our three fictional doctors in the middle of the night because I can't sleep

Life is good :)

[blakelysco-pilot]

Following up on @winniemaywebber’s last post, would anyone be interested in the Val side of the WASP AU? Speak now or forever hold your piece

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Voting ended onJun 6, 2025