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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year
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Making snow angels:
Single mama running a bookstore with a little girl(2 yrs old). James Potter ends up there looking for a gift for Remus for his birthday or something. The little girl runs into him, literally, in one of the aisles and instantly likes him. Please and thank you!!
A/N: okay, I know you said 2, but I made the kid a bit older, I imagined like 8
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Coming up from the basement, you sat the obtained stack of books down on top of the vacant front desk beside your daughter’s messy math exercises, “are you done with your homework already?” you glanced down the narrow corridors of the bookstore and quickly spotted your little girl talking confidently with a broad-shouldered bespectacled stranger, “oh, hello,” you hurried up beside them and instinctively bend your knees to be on your kid’s height, “honey,” you spoke gently, planting a hand on her small waist, “what did we say about staying behind the counter?” and after receiving a small eye-roll of acknowledgement, you blinked up at the customer, “I’m sorry, sir,” then quickly straightened back up to be at your full height, “I didn’t hear you come in, I was down in storage getting a few things.”
“Oh, there’s no need to apologise,” he smiled, then winked playfully down at your daughter, “your co-worker here has been very helpful in assisting me to find a present for my friend.” 
“Has she now?” 
“Yep,” the young girl said, “told him that you can never go wrong with the classics when it comes to gift-giving.”
“Really?” even though you were already painfully aware of your offspring’s high reading level, it still never ceased to amaze you, “well, I’ll tell you what,” you smiled, bending back down to look her in the eyes, “if you go sit up front while I help this customer out, you can pick out a piece of candy from the jar before you finish the rest of your schoolwork.”
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theshyspy · 1 year
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bookstore au with ashton irwin - headcanon
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Based on this request from the very talented @littledrummerangie,thank you for sending it in lovie🦋
He was a bookworm who loved the familiarity of the known. He didn’t even notice how everything was a routine: the way he went to the same cafe and browsed the menu but got the same coffee each time, before heading to the usual bookstore a few feet away.
Which was why Calum was so confused as he stopped outside a newly opened bookstore, his eyes fixed at you moving inside it. In no time he had pushed the door open and started browsing through the shelfs, waiting for you to ask if he needed any help.
He swore you had the voice of an angel as you moved towards him, smile on your face as you wondered if he needed anything. (He didn’t, but) shortly after you were recommending all sorts of books.
He was so quick to return the next day, claiming he forgot to get one of the pieces on his wishlist (something he definitely hadn’t). He was just hypnotized, adoring the way you strang your sentences together and how all your opinions was so reflected. He could listen to you talk about anything for hours.
Every other day he would come up with a new excuse and be back again, not that you minded. He was your favourite customer, always smiling and asking about your day. Once in a while he even brought you coffee (he swore the barista had made an extra on accident but it happened way too many times for it to be a coincidence)
You always looked forward to your meetings, but was getting impatient, kinda hoping he would ask you out.
He most definitely wanted to ask you out. But it had to be perfect, something you couldn’t say no to.
So when your favourite author came out with a new book, he figured it was his time to shine.
At the end of your shift, he was waiting patiently outside the door. A basket resting on his arm, filled with food you’d briefly mentioned you enjoyed. To say you were surprised was an understatement, but you followed with a smile plastered on your face as he said he knew the perfect reading spot.
And that’s how you ended up with your head in his lap, his fingers gently playing with your hair as you fell in love with both your new book and the man beside you.
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ddejavvu · 2 years
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bookstore owner!hotch fucking shy reader between the shelves of his hole-in-the-wall bookstore🤭🤭🫣
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
🤭🤭 well okay
this post is 18+, minors dni.
"Chose something new today?" Aaron's voice startles you, yanking you out of your lustful reverie and grabbing your attention. You slam the salacious book in your hands tight to your chest, staring up at him with mortified eyes, "Um, mhm."
"Oh, come on. I know every book in my store," Aaron watches as you desperately try to cover the euphemistic title of the book, "You can't hide anything from me."
"I just- I wasn't, like.. I wanted to see if it was any good."
"And was it?" He raises a single eyebrow, towering over you as he stands while you sit.
"It.." You take a deep breath, nodding hesitantly, "It was."
"Good enough to enjoy a second time?" HIs questions is carefully phrased, but you're certain he means something dark with it. You hesitate before answering, a soft 'yes,' coming out of your lips more like a question than anything else.
"Then come here," He commands, reaching a hand out for you. You take it eagerly, scrambling to your feet and letting the book fall to the ground.
"Pick it up." He orders again, his voice low and stern, "Read it out to me."
"I.." You pause, your shorts riding up your legs as you bend over to pick up the book, "What do you mean?"
"I'm not going to know what to do unless you read me the book," He explains, his voice slightly condescending, "I'm not a mind-reader."
"Wait, you- you're going to.. reenact it?"
"Yes." He raises his eyebrows, nodding curtly, "And if you stop, I stop."
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alexa-santi-author · 7 months
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If I ever need a perfect bookish example of “Dead Dove — Do Not Eat,” it’s gonna be the people who complain that Outlander is filled with sex and romance.
Yes. People complain that a historical romance novel has too much romance in it. Because apparently they couldn’t be arsed to find out anything about the book they were reading before they started reading it.
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miss-beep-beep · 1 year
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Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x bookstore!(Viet)reader
Notes: Fluff and some cursing. This will be told in the (somewhat) perspective of Marin, the reader’s friend. There will be mentions of the reader being Vietnamese, hence the parenthesis. I actually wanted to include this for a while as I am also Vietnamese but I was worried I would alienate you all. Please enjoy!
Hi everyone, it’s 2023 and I’m back to post something as I was gone for months. Apologies for the long wait. Lots of stuff were going on IRL so I had to focus my energy and some of my creative brainwaves to that. If I make any mistakes, please let me know.
✅ Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
Part 4 -> Part 5 TBA
P.S. Hi @wittyno​ ! When you commented “Any chance for a tag?”, do you mean a taglist? Or do you mean something else? Like tagging “Carmen Berzatto x bookstore!(Viet)reader”? Or a different type of tag? I really want to know. 👀
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“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Marin gleams with twinkling eyes and a Cheshire smile.
Her co-worker continues to stare at the back of the receipt in disbelief. Their left thumb brushing the words “To Ditto” above the message.
“I- I don't know how this happened.” Marin’s co-worker said warily.
“Oh come on, I’m sure stuff like this is normal for you.” Marin retorts.
“I wasn’t popular back in Vietnam and it’s still the same here in the states.” The co-worker retorts back with rolling side eyes. They slapped the receipt down on the counter before the two loom over it. 
“How did this happen?” Marin asks.
“Why are you asking me?”
“You two are on nickname basis!”
“No we’re not! I only met the guy once and that was on your Spaghetti Day.”
“Well there has to be a reason.” Marin states as she takes out the styrofoam boxes from the plastic bag. 
“Maybe you got to retrace your steps.” 
Marin closes her eyes as she flashbacks to minutes ago.
“Okay, I’ll be right back, you grumbling monster!” Marin said as she closed the bookstore door behind her. 
The grumbling monster that is their co-worker stuck their tongue but smiled and waved good-bye. 
A few skipping steps later, Marin swiftly entered The Bear which is still under construction. A tall man with a scruffy beard was watching over the counter. 
“Hi, I’m here for a pick-up.”
“Name?” 
“Marin.”
He swiftly walked to the kitchen before walking back to the counter in a brisk stroll with the sagging plastic bag.
A short wavy-ish haired guy from the kitchen then approaches the tall one from behind. “Hey, Richie, cousin.” 
“Yeah, one second.” The tall one, presumably Richie, mumbles before looking over at Marin. “Two spaghettis?” 
“Yep.”
“Wait, you’re Marin?” Richie asks.
“Yeah? Why?”
“Uh...Your name just looks familiar, that’s all.”
Marin slowly reaches for the bag.
“I mean, I’ve seen your name in the receipts.” Richie blurts out.
Marin doesn’t let that simmer in her brain for a moment. Her stomach let out a mid-growl.
“So, you work somewhere?” Richie said as he slowly placed the food on the counter.
“Cousin, just give her the food.”
“What, Carmy? Can’t make some rapport with our frequent customers?”
Carmy glances at the clock before looking back at his cousin.
“Wait, didn’t your break ended like a minute go?”
“Yeah, but I’m watching the counter for Fak while he’s taking his break at the back. You know why? Because I’m a great boss.”
A girl with a bandana peeks her head out of the doorway, holding a tray of steamy delectables under tinfoil. 
“Dude, Fak’s not even here.” She said before disappearing further into the kitchen.
“What?!” Richie shouts.
Realizing a customer A.K.A Marin was still standing there. He immediately apologizes. “My apologies, ma’m, for my tone! Please excuse me.” Richie storms around the counter and out the door. 
Carmy pushes the bag towards Marin. “Hey, sorry about that.”
“No worries, thanks for the food.”
Carmen notices the logo, Let it Rip, on Marin’s shirt. “Your shirt...” He trailed off.
Marin looks down at it. “What? Is there something wrong?”
“No, no. Your shirt... reminded me of someone.” He smiles meekly.
“Oh, were you two close?”
He paused for a minute before replying back bittersweetly. “Yeah, he was family to me.”
“Oh, that’s sweet.” Marin said with a wide smile back before looking at the clock. “I got to go. Thanks again for the food!”
As Marin exited, she glanced swiftly to the window where she noticed Carmen with his arms crossed but not too tight to his chest. The same meek smile brushed on his face as he walks back to the kitchen.
“Wait,” the co-worker interjects while waving the receipt, “we still don’t know when he wrote the message on the receipt.”
Marin smacks her forehead with the side of a plastic fork.“God damn, I knew I forgot something. I got distracted again.” Marin said at disdain to herself. 
Marin then ponders as she opened her Styrofoam container. She was staring at the plastic bag and noticed the clear tape residue created a X-shaped mark. She then stared at the receipt. Only one short piece of tape was sticking up straight.
“Interesting,” Marin whispered into a sly grin. 
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reveriesofawriter · 3 months
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got neurotic and had to Make Lists so these are all things I enjoyed from this year (I only included books that came out this year and not additional ones I read but like if anyone is interested I have that list too)
albums
built to last - arrows in action
so much (for) stardust - fall out boy
pineapple sunrise - beach weather
the end - cody fry
retrovision - honey revenge
the good witch - maisie peters
the maine - the maine
the dark - the band camino
the feeling of falling upward - 5sos
sunday at foxwoods - boys like girls
something to give each other - troye sivan
live from atlanta - ben rector
books
ephemera - sierra demulder (poetry)
we could be so good - cat sebastian
once more with feeling - elissa sussman
spell bound - f. t. lukens
second chances in new port stephen - tj alexander
teach the torches to burn - caleb roehrig
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kate-bishops-waifu · 1 year
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Hi! Saw your call for story requests (Thank you for your service, haha). Would love to read anything Siegfried x Audrey, or Siegfried x Reader if that catches your fancy. Thanks!
a.n: Hiiiiiiii! This is my first time writing one of these, and I had a lot of fun, thank you for submitting! It might be more appropriately called a 'blurb' I hope that's all right? It's a new writing style so I'm just getting used to it. I really hope you like it have a lovely day <3
"Excuses"
Siegfried Farnon X gn!reader
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Warnings: None! just fluff. Mentions of cat being sick.
Edited: A little.
The Darrowby book and exchange was yours. Every book and every picture on the wall was yours to decide, and as such, you had the right, nay, obligation; to fill it with as many cats as you liked. You would set a bowl of food and water for the neighborhood strays, and they were beginning to take a liking to you. So it was any wonder that you felt obligated by them. 
It wasn’t a remarkable day, but you hadn’t seen Molly, the gray haired old lady you had adopted, properly, from one of the Dalesmen who had a liter they couldn’t keep. Molly was the biggest of the group, fat, strong, and a firm god complex which you indulge a little more than you would like to admit. But she was your first cat, and therefore she was the oldest. ‘Old lady’ you would fondly call her. 
‘PSPSPSPSPPS Cat? Molly? Where are you hiding?’ It was nearing the end of the day, and your shop had cleared out half an hour ago so you began your search. 
Often you could find her hiding on the shelves, or tucked between the overflow stacks. There was precisely where you found her. Between stacks, her fluff squished against the window, and her breathing erratic. She looked, and this is in no way an insult to her highness, terrible. Her eyes were distant and she was wheezing a little. You noticed she had vomited her breakfast, and elected to ignore it for now. The vet wasn’t far away, and you had no trouble closing early today.
It took some looking, but you eventually found the cage, and with some hissing and spitting, managed to get the poor old bat inside. You tried to make it as comfortable as possible, her favorite blanket and pillow from your upstairs apartment, and a sprig of catnip to keep her happy; If she could keep it down. Which you discovered as you made your way through the cobbled streets, she could not. 
The practice wasn’t busy when you entered, one other such customer sat by the door with a chicken, looking inconvenienced. And you supposed most people felt such a way in a veterinary practice. 
‘Welcome in, why don’t you sit down. Mr. Farnon will be out as soon as he can.’ Mrs. Hall the housekeeper had greeted you.
You took a seat across from the sterile doors of the surgery and settled the old cat on the chair next to you. It might have been a bit hasty, but you didn’t want to wait around with an old cat like her. Better be safe than sorry, you told yourself. 
It wasn’t long before the vet emerged, leading out his patient with a smile like he was satisfied with himself. He turned to mrs. Hall and whispered something, glancing back at you. All you could think as you saw those crow feet and kind eyes, was: ‘what a nice face.’
‘So sorry, mr. Dobbins. I’ll have to take this patient first. Shouldn’t be much longer. You understand.’ He said dismissively to the other patient. Mr. Dobbins looked upset, but Farnon was too distracted to notice as he knelt in front of Molly’s cage, ‘Alright. Molly is it?’ He addressed the cage. ‘Right. Let’s see what’s wrong with you,’ He turned his gaze to you, and smiled benevolently. His eyes were perfect as they met yours, and you couldn’t help but be distracted by them. Those kind eyes seemed to hide their youthfulness and play at a much deeper sort of meaning than any he seemed to put on. 
Inside the surgery the first thing that struck you was how disorganized it was. Not the sterile table or the platter of instruments, but the desk. Strewn about papers, a jar of papers overflowing onto the ledger that was building dust. 
‘Let's see what's wrong with you old girl.’ He pulled the cat from her cage, and set her gently on the table, soothing its raised hackles. He asked you some general questions then began to give her a look over.
‘You own the bookstore right? Down the way?’ He asked out of the blue. It took you a few moments to respond. 
‘Yes. Darrowby Book and Exchange. Had it for a few years now.’ 
‘Right. I like it there. Feels like I can focus. Maybe the place is as organized as my mind so I feel like I fit in.’ 
That made you laugh. Your store was not very organized. 
You didn’t expect it, but after that Siegfried Farnon became a constant in your life. At least once, sometimes twice, every week you saw him. It was getting colder so the cats you took care of were getting sicker and you had just about as many excuses to go see the vet as you could hope. You learned how exceptionally kind he was, though he hid it under a surprisingly hard surface. You saw right through him. After the first month of excuses to go and see him, Siegfried Farnon made his first appearance in your shop. He came in casually and began to peruse silently as you did your best not to gaze. He came up with a few books in his hand and started asking for recommendations, thoughts on the books he’d picked. Pretty soon an hour sped by and you had completely forgotten what he had come in for. 
The next time he showed up in your shop, was a surprise. He was carrying tea and some scones and doing his best to look perfectly casual as he set them on the counter. You came out of the woodworks, surprised to see him leaning on your desk like he belonged there, sipping tea. You were beginning to think maybe he did. 
Siegfried pretended to ignore you as you took your place behind the counter and you had to speak up for him to acknowledge you. 
‘Oh, sorry. Didn’t notice you’d come back. Here. Some tea. And scones. Mrs. Hall made them, I hope you don’t mind?’ 
You weren’t sure if it was so much a question as it was a statement as he seemed to be quite content, leaning on the desk.
It was hard not to blush as you sipped your tea. Siegfried told you old war stories about the animals he had taken care of. The general chaos that was Veterinary service. You reveled in the way his entire face lit up, telling embarrassing and oftentimes heroic acts of animal doctoring. He might have been embellishing some but you didn't say anything. 
           It was then two months since you met Siegfried Farnon. Your life felt brighter, more interesting. He never ceased to entertain and it was hard not to imagine a life without your biweekly chats. They could last anywhere from an hour to nearly half the day. It was as if time stood still and simultaneously moved much much quicker than you would like.
But then came the day when you were called away. A family visit or holliday, it doesn’t matter, but the important thing is that the daffodil ball, as Tristan once said ‘the social event of the season’ was set to be the day you came back. The day you would never be able to make it. 
And so it went, you arrived home late, the sun was setting and you were tired. As you unlocked the front door you sighed in relief as you set your things down. It was terribly dark, the curtains drawn, the lights off. Your cat sitter must have just left; Molly’s bull was filled with her prescription food. You decided you were too tired to unpack so leaving it for tomorrow was very appealing to you. You made your way downstairs to check on your shop, feeling stiff as you gave it a once over. You collected the cash from the register and noted down where you might need to replace some books. 
There came a knock at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone at this hour, or at all. Your shop was closed, you had planned to see your friends the next day, so who on earth would bother you? 
Standing outside, his hands in his pockets and his back facing the window was Siegfried Farnon. Doing his best to look casual. 
You went to open the door and Siegfried turned to face you, a little surprised.
‘Siegfried? What are you doing here so late?’ 
Siegfried shuffled slightly where he stood, and you ushered him in, the little bell jingling above the door.
‘I wasn’t sure where you had gone.’ He said.
‘Did I neglect to tell you? I’m sorry, I was on a trip.’ You felt a little guilty, wishing you had said something and not just disappeared. You didn’t mean to, it was all a little last minute for you, but none of that seemed to matter now.
‘Ah. Well. Tonight’s the Daffodil ball you know.’ He was so awkward, twisting a paper in his hands like a nervous boy. 
‘Is it?’ 
‘Yes. Yes it is, and I was sort of hoping you would be here for it.’
‘You were?’ Your cheeks felt warm at the idea of spinning around a ballroom in Siegfried’s arms, the trumpet guiding your movements as you lost yourself in each other's embrace. 
‘Yes. I was.’
‘What’s that then?’ you gestured to the piece of paper. 
‘Oh. This? Our tickets. It’s silly I shouldn’t have supposed-’
‘That’s very kind of you Siegfried. I would have gone if I had been here earlier.’ You smiled apologetically.
‘Right. Well that’s a shame isn’t it. I suppose you wouldn’t be up for it at this hour would you?’ He looked hopeful, and you couldn’t help but feel the guilt rise up in your belly.
‘No. I suppose I wouldn’t, I’m sorry.’
He looked so dejected, about to turn and leave, but you grabbed his arm. 
‘I wouldn’t mind at least one dance though.’ You were surprised at your own bravery, but it almost came easily to you. Being in his presence, it somehow made you more confident. 
Siegfried smiled, that lovely bearded smile that made his eyes light up and his true youthfulness escaped. He took your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist. His hand was so soft, which almost surprised you. He held you close as he could, he radiated heat and you seemed to sink into him. You turned about the room carefully, a silent waltz guiding you as you stared at each other. 
His movements began to slow and it became an easy swaying motion. 
‘I’m sorry I forgot to tell you. I intended to, I really did. I guess it just slipped my mind.’ You admitted.
Siegfried chuckled and shook his head. 
‘I think this is better.’ He tilted his head slightly, curiously. Like a dog. Which made you smile, because of course. He had such a kinship with animals it’s any wonder you didn’t notice before. 
‘You know, I have a sudden, maybe ridiculous urge, to kiss you.’ He admitted. 
You felt the breath escape your chest all at once and all you could do was nod pathetically as he leaned in and closed the gap.
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michi-chelle · 6 months
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yaoi enjoyers, please help me identify this manga. it’s about a blonde guy whose name starts with a g and a black-haired guy named dante or something like that. and they’re italian gangsters or something. no it’s not jojo part 5 lmao
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neixins · 2 years
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baffled by the design choice to not include a proper blurb anywhere on a book and instead opt for a bunch of quotes from authors that all say more or less the same thing
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apileofwizardbooks · 8 months
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a trusted tumblrina's book recommendation is worth a thousand blurbs
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awkward-smirks · 1 year
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love is making your best friend an interactive table/spreadsheet of every single place you want to take her when she comes to your city and then creating a yelp page with the 47 corresponding locations for an easily viewable map + reviews + pics so she can choose. <3
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moon-ness · 2 years
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floorpancakes · 1 year
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today's spoils and leftover snacks!!!!
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#i bought half these snacks for the cinema but i was so engrossed in the movie i only ate a few?#yumyums are the world#had a bit of a surreal validity moment in the new queer bookstore that shook me even tho i was super socially anxious#this is such a queer city#its all over the walls and floors and peoples bags and pins and the places feel so ....queer#its good to be back at my old haunts#some things change and some stay the same#being recognised as my gender felt very strange too since i havent got to socialise much since i came out cause it was after i got sick#i was anxious but i also felt seen in a big way that was kind of overwhelmingly warm#im not well enough to fully participate in functional society yet but i cant stay away from this city for too long#the city really does feel like home#they had like all the seven seas manga that's not published in the uk much rn i was struggling to choose there were so many out of my favs#but i decided to choose volume 1s of series i havent started yet that i was meaning to#had to tear myself away from the next two sequels to my lesbian experience w loneliness#i need to find them online or buy them i saw in the blurb the latest one deals with facing physical and mental illness#terrifyingly back to my buying physical copies of books era (at least volume 1s#the pepero was buy one get one free#and i have shiny fresh CHINESE HOT DOG BREAD#Its my fav#it got a bit smushed in my bag but the bakery is so good and full of fluffy big breads.....#like smth out of an anime....round and shiny and warm brown#anyway yumyums r the world and i had a real good day today
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strawberrysturniolo · 3 months
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welcome
about me:
y’all can call me bee or strawberry. im 20, a chris girl, and i am posting smutty af stuff on here so if that makes you uncomfortable or you don't like it then it's your fault if you keep reading, not mine.
i only write chris stories, nothing against anyone else im just a chris girl take it or leave it. if you want matt content my best friend does only matt stories @mattitties
masterlist below! (series' are bolded)
jealous (smut)
meeting the fam
high, hot and bothered (smut)
sleepy
bookstore
goal, 2, 3
gaming (smut)
just tonight, 2
wet dreams (smut)
king for a day (smut)
someone older, 2 (smut)
told you so
night routine (smut)
baby love
never grow up, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
let’s trip (smut)
texts:
texting your fwb chris, 2,
texting your dealer chris, 2, 3, 4,
texting your classmate chris
texting your bf chris
texting toxic chris
texting your husband chris
texts with dad chris, 2
chris x pregnant!reader
matt setting up you and chris
snapchats:
snapping your bf, 2
snapping your fwb
snapping your dealer
snapping dad!chris
blurbs:
goodnight kiss
married
hickeys
girl dad
sub!chris
chris x pregnant!reader
first date
talking stage
kissing
boy dad
sleepy
grungy love
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powderblueblood · 4 months
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HELLFIRE & ICE masterlist
life in hawkins, indiana is bittersweet for an eighteen year old like you. up to this point you've enjoyed your reign as the resident rich bitch ice queen of hawkins high. you glide above the student body with an impenetrable grace— until the IRS comes knocking and your family loses everything that makes you you; the money, the super-trendy clothes, the people you called friends. you're forced to trade your plush suburban life for a double wide in forest hills trailer park— directly across the lot from resident hellfire king and noted freak, eddie munson. you've got plenty of reasons to hate him, but number one with a bullet? his daddy put your daddy in jail.
pairing: eddie munson x f!oc, mentions of unrequited steve harrington x f!oc and unrequited jonathan byers x f!oc, platonic!nancy wheeler x f!oc, platonic!ronnie ecker x f!oc
tags: NSFW / MINORS TURN BACK NOW! f!oc is written in the immersive second person; she does have a name and a background, but no physical description is mentioned in the text. enemies to star-crossed lovers on a slow burn setting, angst, misunderstanding, yearning, swearing, smoking, drinking, era-typical classism/sexism/homophobia/sexual harassment, smut including but not limited to voyeurism, masturbation, public sex, discussion of crime that i pull out of my ass kind of, really mean jokes, eventual fluff (i promise). extremely canon divergent with references to flight of icarus.
ready to light this place up?
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❦ - SERIES
❦ - chapter one: THE POISE, LUCK and INTEGRITY OF A KENNEDY
❦ - chapter two: VIOLENT DELIGHTS at HARRINGTON'S HOUSE
❦ - chapter three: EDDIE MUNSON COMMITS TREASON (BREAKS UP a CAT FIGHT)
❦ - chapter four: HOT SKIN and a HALL PASS
❦ - chapter five: CHEERLEADERS MAKE BAD NEIGHBORS
❦ - chapter six: IN MY ORBIT
❦ - chapter seven: WELCOME to the REAL WORLD, JACKASS
❦ - chapter eight: SEWN UP
❦ - chapter nine: EDDIE the OBVIOUS and the LADY SPHINX
❦ - chapter ten: STOP THE WORLD (and MELT WITH YOU)
❦ - chapter eleven: I OWE YOU A BLACK EYE and TWO KISSES
❦ - chapter twelve: PERSUASION CHECK
❦ - BLURBS N SHIT
in-universe requests are open for business
flashback - LACY'S DAD GETS ARRESTED
flashback - EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)
what if - EDDIE FOUND LACY'S JOURNAL
what if - LACY FOUND EDDIE'S WEIRD SERIAL KILLER WRITING SCRAPS
lore - ALL ABOUT THE BOOKSTORE
blurb - EDDIE HEARS LACY HAVING A SEX DREAM AND...
blurb - EDDIE TELLS LACY HOW HIS PARENTS MET
blurb - LACY VISITS HER DAD IN PRISON
blurb - FOUR TIMES YOU WERE STRUCK INCAPABLE OF IMAGINING YOUR LIFE WITHOUT EDDIE MUNSON
blurb - YES, NURSE RATCHED
blurb - THE BANDANA
blurb - EDDIE FS CASS FINNIGAN IN THE A
blurb - THE LACY AND JONATHAN OF IT ALL
❦ - FUN STUFF
soundtrack - VOLUME ONE
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NEW QUESTION—I've been asking questions lately. This one is about books, trying to cram as many options as I can into the poll:
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