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doctorwhoincorrectquotes · 3 months

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#doctor who #dw #incorrect quotes #doctor who incorrect quotes #dw incorrect quotes #13th doctor #12th doctor #missy #the master #the doctor #10th doctor #happy 1100 followers #11th doctor #matt smith #jodie whittaker #michelle gomez #peter capaldi #david tennant

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uhitsum · 2 months

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1000 follower special (pt. 7, finale)

(+ also Spring blog update)

1st Breakfast: 510 cal, Tuna Bagel

2nd Breakfast: 1100 cal, 3 Belgian Waffles + Nuttela. Followed by food coma #1

1st Lunch: 800 cal, 4 Samosas

Snack: 430 cal, Starbucks drink

2nd Lunch: 2160 cal, Sponsored Wendy's Feast

Dinner: 500 cal, Fried Rice w/ fam

1st Dessert: 800 cal, Frozen Custard w/ fam. Followed by food coma #2

2nd Dessert: 700 cal, 2 Belgian Waffles + Nutella

Adding it all up, I reached an impressive 7000 calories, far outstripping the goal of 4500 calories set by y'all. This wasn't my plan, but I suppose I should've seen it coming - once i got going, it was just too much fun to stop 🤭

My poor belly has been through a roller coaster today: varying between sapping all my energy, to making me jittery; from reaching stuffing bliss, when all of the muscles around it relaxed, to being stuffed PAST the bliss throughout the night. The one constant is that it was always digesting, always storing fat, and making lovely new fat cells to be filled ☺️ I'm happy to check my weight on Thursday, and i'll make sure to let y'all know how much I gained from today.

I'd like to thank all of my followers, all 1200 of you, for making all of this possible! I'm very grateful for all of the traction this blog has garnered.

I'd like to thank all of the lovely people who messaged me today, you all made it so much easier to stay motivated while pushing myself so far!

Finally, I'd like to give a special thanks to the wonderful @ilovesquishybits for donating to today's binge! If you'd like to donate towards a future meal, any amount is welcome over at paypal.me/sillybearcreature!

Going forward

Unfortunately for me, Spring is a very busy season. I'll start working my part time job again, focusing on exams, and eventually graduating from school this year! While I intend to stick around, I will be posting far less over the next few months than I have been this winter. My DMs and Question Box will remain open, and if you'd like any stuffings, I'll do them on-demand whenever I receive a donation, or if I feel tempted towards them myself 🤭. I love you silly kinky people, and goodnight!

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slaybestieslay946 · 2 months

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can i request luke trying to get dionysus reader who’s close with their dad to join him and kronos? :3

thanks for your request! This one was kinda short coz i just focused on the scene where he tried to convince her, so i hoped i added enough like stuff about reader being close with her dad for your liking!

Betrayal

word count: 1100

pairing: luke castellan x dionysus!reader

warnings: angst! not a cute happy ending

MASTERLIST

You were woken up from your peaceful night's sleep by Annabeth Chase, standing by your bunk and shaking you quickly awake.

“You need to come with me.” She said sharply, her voice urgent.

“Wha- Annabeth? What are you doing here? What’s going on?” You asked, immediately concerned.

“There’s no time to explain right now, you just have to come with me.”

Of course, you trusted her implicitly. She was the little sister of your boyfriend, after all. And so, you immediately threw your cargo pants and camp t-shirt on, and followed her out of the Dionysus cabin.

It was only as she began to lead you into the forest at the edge of camp that you began to wonder what she had called you out for. Annabeth was smart, and no-nonsense, so you couldn’t imagine that it was some kind of dumb prank. And she seemed pretty on edge, her breathing and walking pace both faster than usual.

It could be something to do with Luke. He could be in trouble.

No, it couldn’t be. He could handle himself perfectly fine on his own, he was the best swordsman in 500 years. No, it must be something else.

You decided to probe her a bit further, “Annabeth?” You called softly.

“Yes?” She answered quickly, not halting her progress into the woods.

“If somethings wrong I can always wake up D, y’know? I know he can be kinda belligerent, but you won’t get in any trouble, I promise.” You bargained, hoping that if she was worried about getting told off, you wouldn’t get her back up.

And it was true, as much as your father was seen as kind of a scary asshole to the average camper, you knew him better than anyone, and the truth that he was honestly a good person. Probably the best of the Olympian parents.

After all, he had taken care of you your whole life, ever since you were dropped off here by your mother at the ripe age of 5. He was a lot more caring than most would normally expect.

“No.” She snapped, her voice anxious, “We can’t get him involved, not right now. Just come with me, ok? And stay quiet.”

You didn’t press her any further after that, staying silent for the remaining duration of your walk.

Soon, you began to hear voices coming from deeper in the forest, and then, the talking ceased, and all you could hear was the louder clashing of swords.

Annabeth grabbed hold of your hand to lead you closer, before donning her invisibility cap. You followed where she led you, a sinking feeling in your stomach growing more and more painful with each step you took.

And it all came to a head when Annabeth brought you to the edge of a clearing, where Luke and Percy were engaged in a not-so-friendly looking ‘spar’.

“What’s going on?” You whispered, although you weren’t sure who to.

“Luke, he’s…” She trailed off slightly.

“He’s what.” You asked, your voice suddenly cold.

“He stole the master bolt. He’s working with Kronos to overthrow the gods” She said, and her words were like an icy bucket of water being poured over your head.

“You’re joking.” You said, a strained laugh coming from your throat.

Annabeth didn’t reply. She was serious.

And suddenly his strange behaviours over the past few months made perfect sense. He’d been so secretive, so calculated. Like he had to carefully think out every word he said to you.

You whipped your head back to the two teenagers, and you were unable to stop yourself from dashing forward as you watched your boyfriend aim a particularly harsh blow at the 12 year old child.

“Luke! What the fucks going on?!” You yelled, your face contorted in a mixture of confusion, anger, and hope. Hope that you and Annabeth had misinterpreted everything.

But as Luke turned around to face you, his face torn with guilt, you knew she hadn’t. The daughter of Athena was right yet again.

“What are you doing here?” He breathed out, partly from the physical exertion of the fight, but you could tell he was also affected by seeing you here.

“You know why I’m here. Tell me it’s not true. Please, Luke.”

He hesitated for a moment, before beginning to try and plead with you, “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, just let me explain-”

“Explain?! There’s no explanation for this! You’ve betrayed us Luke, you’ve betrayed me.”

He paused again, seemingly stunned by your reaction, your willingness to condemn him.

“I would never betray you. I love you, you know that. The gods are the ones who betray us. I’m fixing things, returning things back to the way they should be. Don’t you want to be a part of that?”

You gaped at him in complete and utter shock, “D is the only one who has never betrayed me. And I know he’s one of the few godly parents who gives a shit, and I know the rest of them treat us like shit, but that doesn’t mean whatever you're doing is right!”

His face fell, and it was like he realised appealing to your logic hadn’t worked, so he tried your emotions.

“You said you’d follow me to the ends of the earth? What happened to that, huh? I thought you loved me?” Luke’s voice was strained, taut with emotion like he was trying not to cry.

“I didn’t think that would have to include following you into tartarus to resurrect a titan lord. And I do love you, but that doesn’t mean I agree with what you’re doing!”

“C’mon, we can talk about this. Just come with me, I can explain everything, you’ll understand if you just come with me and let me explain.” He pleaded, taking a few steps towards you.

You stepped back away from him, “No. I’m not going with you.” You said, trying to make your voice sound firm, but you were well aware of the way it wobbled slightly as you spoke.

He turned back to Percy, who was still lying on the ground watching the exchange, “Last chance, Jackson. Last chance.”

The 12-year old shook his head, his face harsh and cold against the boy he had once called a friend.

And then Luke was looking at you again, as if trying to memorise your face, before rushing towards a portal Backbiter had created for him.

Then he was gone. One of the few people you never thought would betray you was gone, never to return.

#fanfic #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #writing #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #luke castellan #x reader #ask #angst #sad ending

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deepdisireslonging · 5 months

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No Cum November Part 7: Double Possession

The team found the last details needed to defeat the ghost. It requires another ritual with the reader in the middle, and their ability to keep their mind when the Winchesters lose theirs to possession.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings/Promises: ritualistic SMUT

Word Count: 1100

Note: For those of you participating in the challenge, how are you holding up? This was a fun one to write, and the inspiration for the series. Let me know how you guys are enjoying it in the comments and reblogs. Happy reading!

Part 6: Dripping

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Dean held back from finishing a knot. “We can switch places, easy. The ghost doesn’t care who’s the receiver.”

Turns out for the campus ghost, there was a grave. A special one, reserved for the professors descended from the first dean of the college. It had taken three more study sessions to puzzle out the location. It was hidden behind the Classic’s library, the old school’s original library before the larger, modern one was built. Where, fifty years ago, the Greek rituals professor worked. The texts for the summoning the fertility god, Priapus, had been in the older library. And it was close to the student’s first orgy. Having found it, you were all going to try the ritual again. One of the first victims had been a student of the professor Dean talked to earlier. Apparently, the grad student was fishing for a PHD concept, summoning Priapus through the ghost of the long-retired professor, and they had taken down two other students with them. You all had disturbed the grave again, opening it fully for this ritual. This time with you tied to the deceased’s tombstone.

“I can do it.” You arched into Sam’s hand as he copped a feel. “I can do it. Start reading.”

This time, they both took position. Dean in front, with Sam behind you. The cold headstone bit into your stomach. The ropes, a soft cording that was helpfully slippery, crisscrossed over your joints, knotting at sensitive zones. Sam knelt, pushing your panties out of the way. Due to the semi-public nature of the location, the boys had opted for you to keep your bra and panties on. But as Sam dove into your sex, you wondered if your underclothes would survive the ritual.

Dean palmed himself as he began reading the text. His voice strained as his cock swelled in his jeans. It wasn’t long before he brought it into the open, tapping the head at your lips. You took him into your mouth. Sucking and hollowing your cheeks made his chanting falter. Behind you, Sam stood, satisfied with how much your sex was dripping. He joined Dean in the chanting, filling you an inch at a time between verses. You heard the flick of the lighter, soon followed by the dripping of hot wax onto your back. He let them fall methodically into the symbols. Dean kept your hair out of the way, careful not to disturb the circle as he had in the first attempt.

Something was different.

When you all had done this in the school, all you could feel were the boys. But now, the air was crisper. More frosty than autumnal. If Dean’s cock hadn’t been in your mouth, you’re sure your breath would have fogged.

The air shifted.

That was your cue.

You easily slipped out of the ropes, prepared to take it upon yourself to keep the professor’s ghost occupied while the guys salted and burned the grave. What you hadn’t taken into account was that while you’d be able to get easily out of the ropes, you wouldn’t necessarily be able to get out of the boy’s grip. They continued to fill you, tease you, take what they needed. Only then did you notice that their chanting was unnaturally even and in synch.

You managed to look up at Dean. His eyes were closed. You gently scraped your teeth along his underside to make his gaze flutter. Under his eyelids, a silver film had taken over. You were sure Sam’s eye looked the same.

A fifth hand ran along your spine. It drifted a finger around the wax circle, tracing the runes. Sam’s candle drips never stopped, and they fell through the hand as if it wasn’t there.

This was it. You would have to move quickly and delicately. Somehow the grave had to be destroyed. But the Winchesters couldn’t leave your holes, or the ghost would take their place and you’d cum yourself to death. Not the worst way to go, but you’d rather it be because of one or both of your lovers, not due to the ghost of some horny professor’s poltergeist.

Dean groaned as you reached up and tightened your hand around the base of his cock. It held him in place, but knocked him off balance. His foot fell back, keeping him aloft. But it knocked the bucket of salt over. Giving his a twist sent his steadying foot into the can of gasoline. You gave it a few moments to leak over the remains before turning your attention onto Sam.

It was hard to focus with how hard he was pounding into you. And the wax kept coming. What had started as a manageable circle had grown to an outward spiral of wax. Each drop made you shudder. Sam wasn’t going to last much longer either. He leaned forward, reaching around with his free hand to flick at your clit. It spotted your vision with stars. You clenched your walls frantically, flexing around Sam’s cock suddenly enough to loosen his grip on the candle. The drips drifted over your back until the candle fell into the grave.

The pit ignited. Beside you, the professor’s ghost went up in flames. The slightly sweet smell told the back of your brain that the Greek god had been dismissed as well.

Still, Dean and Sam continued to fill you. You managed to give Dean’s waist a hard shove, sending him flailing into the grass. Kicking Sam’s ankles and shins also sent him flying. You rolled onto the ground behind the tombstone, shuddering with another stolen release. As you panted, you watched them continue to hump the air as they returned to consciousness.

“Y/N?”

“Heya, Dean. You alright?”

He ran a hand over his eyes. “Yeah.” With a growl, he tucked himself away so he could roll onto his stomach. The ground muffled his complaints.

“Sam?” you called back.

“I’m good. You?”

“Alive.”

“That’s good.”

They crawled over to you. Whispering apologies into your skin, they joined you in a heap on the ground. Dean recovered first. He managed to wrap you in the robe they’d brought. Sam helped you to your feet after he managed to get to his.

“You know,” you cupped the side of Dean’s face, “that Priapus guy isn’t very good. I’d rather have you two any day.”

Sam chuckled. “We appreciate that. Ready to go home?”

“One more thing.” The books sparked when they landed in the grave, going up in smoke in minutes. You watched them reduce to ashes before following the boys to the Impala.

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Part 8: Exorcism Play (with Demon!Dean)

Series Masterlist

#dean winchester smut #sam winchester smut #reader insert #winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural

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bogginswritings · 7 months

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Lil Astarion x Barbarian!Tav

This isn't the best I've written, but I didn't feel like fixing it. Have some fluff. Astarion might be a bit OOC, still getting the hang f that mf. I made a Tav barbarian named HERman as a joke. Now I love her more than anything. So yes that is where I got the inspiration from.

Pairing: Astarion x fem!barbarian!tav

Word count: 1100+

Contents: FLUFF. JUST. THAT. ALso some mentions of nude cuddling, but in only innocent context.

She was rough.

During battle at the goblin camp she threw the goblins on each other, into fire pits, or simply against walls.

When they fought larger, heavier, enemies, she swinged around with her great axe as if it was nothing. There was no grace to her movements, none at all, but still they were calculated (or he thiught they were. Whatever they were, they worked). She’d be covered in blood, grinning at her victory (Astarion would never admit how attractive she looked during those moments).

She raged, entering some frenzy during battle. Her mind having a pretty simple goal; kill and win. She’ll cry out during it, her voice hoarse. And she’d urge on the others of the party, praising them afterwards for a battle well-fought (Astarion was sure that if blushing was possible for him, he’d be a tomato).

Not only while fighting was she rough. Talking to others she was, too. Often on accident, choosing the wrong words; sometimes on purpose.

And man, her hands. They were calloused, the wooden handle of her axe leaving it dry. They were also big, and strong, but honestly that was another topic to Astarion.

Her touch, however, was the softest. So, so gentle. Right now as she had him cooped up in her arms, her fingers trailing over his bare back. The occasional kiss she planted on his head so sweet it made him mentally swoon. SWOON! He couldn’t remember the last time he did that, or if he ever had.

He was in a little cocoon, one she created for him. Her big arms wrapped around his frame, keeping him close. He doubted he could fight his way out, with the way her strong grip engulfed him. Not that he wanted, he was fine just being there. His chest pressed against her bare one, soaking in all of her natural body heat. His head tucked under her chin, in her shoulder, basically hidden from the world.

Her being in his tent was routine at this point. He can’t remember the last time she set up her own. Instead she’d come to help set up his. Not without complaining about his amount of pillows, though. Which he thought of as quite hypocritical, since she was happy to plop onto them after a long travel.

Astarion wasn’t sure when this started as him trying to seduce her for his safety, and ended with him head over heels. Not that he was complaining, she seemed to return his feelings. When he told her about his simple plan, and how it backfired (‘I was supposed to seduce you, now I’m in love with you,’ kinda thing) she was hurt. Telling him she thought it was real, while he was desperate to explain he did want it to be real.

A long talk followed, with her reassuring him he didn’t need to ‘seduce’ her for her to keep him safe. Or, in her flattering words, ‘I haven’t sucked off Gale’s dick, but I still saved him from those goblins’. She then clarified she would very much like to be ‘something real’ with him, but that if this still was a trick (somehow), she’d respect his choice. She’d have his back, regardless of what he wanted with her.

Astarion hasn’t gotten that option often before.

It’s probably why he felt so comfortable in her arms right now, so safe. He had the knowledge she wouldn’t do anything to him, try anything with him. She was fine doing whatever he wanted, made sure he was comfortable.

“Astarion?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Her voice that was so deep, yet so silky and warm. “Hm?”

“Lost you there for a moment,” she muttered. His lips pressed an apologizing kiss to her shoulder, “I’m sorry. Were you saying something, my darling?”

“Nothing important,” she whispered, “are you okay?”

She asked that question many times, and every time it made his heart flutter. He expected to be tired of that question by now, but she was sincere when she asked it. genuinely wanted to know. He nodded, “More than, dare I say.”

She chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his head, “That’s good.”

“Hmhm,” he hummed, “What is it you were saying?”

“I need to pee.”

“No,” his arms tightened around her waist (as if that did anything against her, but it’s the idea that counts). She snorted, “What do you mean no?”

“I’m comfortable, so you’re not leaving.”

“I’ll come back after.”

“Afraid the answer is still no, dear.”

“However cute I think this is, I really have to go. I’ll pee myself.”

“Then by all means go ahead.” He could feel her chest moving against his own, soon giggles were leaving her mouth, “You’re so gross, and that’s me saying this.”

Astarion laughed, “I’ll have to get warm all over again.”

“Too bad, so sad,” She pried his arm away from her waist, with little effort (Astarion didn’t feel the need to express how her casual strength made him feel) might he add. Astarion let out a sound of protest that sounded a suspicious amount like a whine, but didn’t make a move to stop her. Once untangled, she pressed a kiss on his nose, leaving the tent to do her thing.

He simply flopped back in position, star-fish pose on the bedrolls. It didn’t take long for the tent flap to be opened again, a cold gush of air from the outside hitting him. She sat down next to him again, nudging him to make space. With a dramatic sigh he moved away, and she slipped in next to him again. “Was that so bad?”

“Horrible, I’m freezing to death over here.”

She laughed, “You’re such a fucking drama queen,” she commented, squeezing his waist. He yelped in response, moving away from her. She raised an intrigued brow, “Ticklish?”

He met her eyes, the grin on her face anything but comforting, “No.”

“Sure?” she squeezed at his side again, his body jerking away making her laugh, “I’m going to have so much fun with this new piece of information.”

“You’d torture me,” he commented, “You wouldn’t dare.”

She smiled, pulling him closer into her arms again, “Oh no, of course i wouldn't,” she feigned, and Astarion pouted into her shoulder, “I’m serious!”

“Luckily you are oh so threatening.”

“I do believe this is a category of bullying.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, “But lovingly.”

“Uh-huh,” he remarked, eyes closing as her hands went back to rubbing his back and playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

When he felt her lips in his hair, an ‘i love you’ muttered against it, her arms tightening around him while he slipped into slumber, he decided he wouldn’t mind staying there for the rest of their lives.

#the company of toni oafenshield #fluff #fanfic #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion acunin #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #x reader #fem!reader #barbarian #HERman my darling

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thrawns-babygirl · 1 year

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It's all NSFW so Minors DNI

My Ko-Fi

Crosshair

NSFW Fics:

Missed You - Cross returns back to Kamino after a lengthy stay off world and makes up for lost time (F!Reader) - 887 words

Insufferable [Part 2]- You and Crosshair have an argument and afterwards he can't get you out of his head (F!Reader) - 1064 words

Pent Up - It's been a while since you and Cross got any alone time (F!Reader) - 606 words

Collared - After being left alone on the Marauder for a couple of hours, you get an idea that Crosshair is all too happy to go along with (F!Reader) - 2149 words

Coming Home - Some soft consensual somno as Crosshair comes to visit you after spending too long off-world (F!Reader) - 1067 words

To the Limits - Crosshair loves you so much, and that involves pushing your body to its absolute limit (F!Reader) - 965 words

Art - You and Cross make good use of the large mirror in the hotel room you booked (F!Reader) - 972 words

Knives - You doubt Crosshair's ability at close range... he reminds you that he's a highly capable soldier in close quarters (F!Reader) - 1358 words

Intense - Crosshair gets a little too.... intense in one of your sessions and needs to readjust his methods (F!Reader) - 783 words

Discomfort - Crosshair gets injured on a mission and comes to see you after hours (GN!Reader) - 2231 words

Interrupted - Thinking you were going to be alone for a while, you take some time to yourself before being interrupted by the object of your desires (F!Reader) - 1531 words

Show me - Crosshair wants you to put on a little show for him (F!Reader) - 950 words

Every time - Soft!Cross drabble (GN!Reader) - 600+ words

I Need Your Love - Cross is in dire need of some loving, good thing you're there to give it to him (F!Reader) - 1100+ Words

Pegged - You peg crosshair. That's it. That's the fic (AFAB!Reader) - 2000+ words

Night in - You get drunk and call Crosshair while he's on the marauder (GN!Reader) - 1300+ words

Massage - after a long and stressful day, Crosshair offers you a night comforting massage (GN!Reader) - 1700+ words

Ride it - You do a bit of research to show Crosshair the night of his life (F!Reader) - 900+ words

Send Nudes - Crosshair's tattoos give you some very unprofessional ideas (GN!Reader) - 2200+ words

375 Follower Celebration Completed Prompts:

#12 "you make such pretty sounds for me my love"

#22 "Just friends?! Do your friends make you feel hot and bothered like this? Do they make you moan like this?!”

#30 "you're so cute when you're nervous"

#40 "Don't tempt me"

#44 "Why are you covering up? I've already seen everything"

#50 "You're so beautiful... so so beautiful"

#57 "don't mind me, just enjoying the view" [M!Reader Version]

Headcanons:

General Spicy Headcanons

Tech

NSFW Fics

Making Eyes - Tech has been making eyes at you for too long and Phee takes it upon herself to help him talk to you (F!Reader) - 4600+ words

SFW Fics

Nervous - Tech is nervous around you and you're not sure why (GN!Reader) - 1100+ Words

Thrawn

The Gallery - You are the curator of the Imperial Gallery and while trying to maintain funding for your gallery, you run into Thrawn at a gala - (F!Reader) - 3800+ Words

Stake Out [Part 2] [Part 3]- Mid Captain Thrawn has been making eyes at the human pathfinder that navigates the Parala from time to time, totally sick of them on her bridge, Senior Captain Ziara sends them off on a mission to work out their tension. (GN!Reader) - 6500+ Words

Canvas - Short fic from Thrawn's pov where he ties you up and enjoys you for the art you are (F!Reader) - 1200+ Words

Sensations - Nightsister of Dathomir reader decides to show thrawn something new (F!Reader) - 2100+ Words

Thrawn with a son named Thrass HC's

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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The Way She Smiles

TW: Language. Hints at smut. Angst. A bit of fluff.

SUMMARY: Sarah’s latest bout of flirtations become the last straw for your waivering patience.

WORD COUNT: 1100

*REQUESTED*

Anonymous asked:

Could you do, a Sarah imagine but instead of smut could it be an angst? Something about the reader and Sarah being together but Sarah always finds herself flirting with someone else at a party without knowing which leads to arguments.

Only if you comfortable of course. :)

The Way She Smiles

“My feet are sore!” She whined at your back as you pressed your arms tighter into your chest. The comforting embrace she often offered in times of necessary care was absent as you were left to do this to yourself. But no matter how compressed you pulled your arms to your torso, nothing compared to hers. But at this specific instance, you were too hurt and prideful to ask for it. Instead, you continued with your stomp as she followed behind, unaware of how fragile your heart was in this moment.

“Can you slow down a second, babe? I had one too many Mai Tais and these pebbles are tearing up my-”

“Why don’t you have Kelce help you? Or Topper?” You suddenly shot as her steps ceased, a slight stumble in having been surprised, now acting as a response. Once she noticed the way your eyes were damp with tears, she immediately reached to mend whatever irritated your strength and lowered you to such a weak depth of trembling self-esteem. Completely ignorant that it had been because of her.

“Stop it…I know you like the attention…But-”

“What?”

“You aren’t THAT drunk to notice. Sober enough to remember your shoes. Your phone.” You sniffled, running your fingers beneath your dripping nose. “But not enough to remember you’re my girlfriend…” Her eyes narrowed as she fought through the effects of the alcohol to try and understand what it was that made you alter from the girl who was proudly wrapped around her at the beginning of the night to the one nearly yelling at her now. The same one she believed she’d be holding after the party.

“What are you talking about? I’m VERY aware you’re my girlfriend. How can I forget I snagged the hottest girl in all of-”

“I’m serious!” You retracted again as your pained timbre altered her attempts to ease the tension between you.

“Do you want me to go back? Make a speech after doing a keg stand or something?” Her joke sat ill with you as you just scoffed and turned to leave. But once again, she reached out to correct her apparent mistake.

“Is it that Topper asked me to dance because I said no, I made it clear to him that I’m happy…And he respected it-”

“It’s the way you…smile at everyone. “ She chuckled as it only made your eyes roll into further annoyance, yet another try to escape the seemingly pointless exchange, as she took hold of your arm once again.

“Should I smile without teeth? Like this?” You fought a grin as she always managed to make you smile when you were mad at her. But it was more than this. This was repetitive. In the same way you fell in love with that grin, everyone else throughout the Outer Banks appeared to take it as an invitation to some silent try to take her from you. Something she didn’t seem to fight or make clear.

“You smile like you want them. You’re flirting with them-”

“I am not! Especially not with Topper. But he IS a friend, babe…Before I met you-”

“And he still thinks he has a shot with you! Does he?” To this, Sarah seemed to sober up completely.

“I can’t believe you asked me that…After all the shit I went through with my dad and my brother…just to be with you and you…You were worth all that…You still are…But you think I’d risk that for…for Topper?” Her expression was enough to lower your hostility. Tears behind her eyes to the pain your assumption pulled from her own insecurities.

“I love you…” She confessed, wiping her now damp cheek. “And if I have to go back to that party and flaunt you or make it perfectly clear that you’re all I want, I will…But I…God, if you don’t trust me-”

“I can’t blame them.” You interrupted. “It’s the first thing I noticed about you too…It’s…distracting and…beautiful…”

“I thought we were talking about me…” She teased while drawing a loose hair behind your ear.

“I know it’s selfish, Sarah, but…It’s hard being with someone that everyone else wants-”

“I know.” You looked at her with surprise. “Because what you don’t know is that Topper was being nice to me…but he was interested in you. Same with Kelce. Even Rafe.” She shuddered at the thought. “Not to mention the tourists that check you out even when I have my arms around you…It’s not enough for them to get the point…” Sarah paused, taking both of your hands.

“But let me tell you something. I smile at everyone. I think it’s been programmed in me since birth…No lie, my first photo, there was a smirk…” You scoffed. “But I only ever mean it when I look at you. It isn’t forced. It isn’t to keep up appearances. It’s my first reaction to seeing you. But if I have to, I’ll wear a mask or…”

“No…I just…” You bowed your head, interlacing your fingers with hers. “It’s just hard to see everyone look at you that way.”

“I only care that you do.” She shrugged. “I couldn’t care any less about them.” She moved closer to you. “I didn’t wear my pina-ca-loca-lada perfume for them…” She brushed your bottom lip with her thumb.

“I didn’t pick out the best flavored lip gloss so they would kiss me…” You swallowed hard as her words always made you nervous. But in a way her touch quickly amended as it returned you to that feeling of home when on the receiving end of her touch.

“And I definitely didn't spend the entire night uncomfortable in this thong for them…” You blushed. “But I guess I have to prove it to you with one smile nobody has brought but you…one specific one…after a specific action…without any clothes…” You pressed your forehead to hers as you nodded and she led you to the direction of your house at the end of the beach. But every step would be too far as you caught her hand before she used your key to open the door.

“I love you, Sarah…I’m sorry I’m so insecure about it…”

“It just means I have to focus on you a bit more…which I intend to do…all night…” She kissed you sweetly, the passion from her lips acting as both forgiveness and an apology as you were taken over your threshold, at home in her arms once again.

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flowers and ink (final part)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve are happy. Chrissy and Robin are happy. Jonathan meets Argyle. Everyone is happy!

Part one, part two, part three, part four part five part six part seven part eight link to Ao3

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: So sweet you'll get a cavity tbh, Jargyle (because why not), they are idiots one last time, also more Gareth!

Author's Note: Awww, it was emotional to close this one out! Thank you to all who have read and followed along. I can't believe this was only going to be 2 parts at first. I am a FOOL with Steddie brainrot. Until next time!!

Steve wasn’t sure what he was expecting when Eddie said he’d gotten him a gift, but it sure as shit wasn’t this.

“Oh, my god,” Steve said, holding it up to see it in all its glory. A t-shirt with words printed over a rainbow across the chest: Steve & Robin - Not dating, just gay and codependent.

“Obviously, I have one for Robin too,” Eddie said, tossing Steve a second shirt.

“Oh, my God!” Steve repeated, laughing this time. It was perfect and so incredibly weird. He couldn’t wait to model them with his best friend and take the most ridiculous not-couple pictures of all time. “This is - I mean, Jesus! I love it, but would you let me be the impressive one for once?”

Eddie looked Steve up and down, then smirked.

“With those abs? Don’t worry, you’re still the impressive one here.” Steve blushed, then sat up in bed so he could put the shirt on, but Eddie stopped him. “Woaaaah there, what are you doing? You can’t cover up, I’m enjoying the view.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You’re not going to let me use the gift you got me?”

“Not yet,” Eddie replied. “I’m actually kind of regretting the whole thing now. You should probably never wear a shirt ever again. Can I have it back actually?” Steve chuckled, then smacked Eddie playfully on the arm.

“No way.”

“Steve, you wound me," Eddie joked. "But fine, as you wish."

Eddie and Steve had been official for 2 months at this point, and everything was kind of perfect. They each continued to work their respective jobs, and with their added happiness came enhanced customer service.

Bob was happy - both for Eddie’s shift in demeanor as well as for the business. They were doing great! Plus, he got bonus points as a step-dad for introducing Will to Eddie and the shop. Will came to visit a few more times, and this time he got to talk to Steve, too. It was clear that seeing a happy gay couple was important for Will. He hadn’t seen much of that in his small town, so seeing Eddie and Steve be so grossly into each other was refreshing.

And gross.

But mostly refreshing!

One day, Will’s older brother dropped Will off at the shop, introducing yet another cool person into the friend group - Jonathan. By then, Eddie had succeeded in making Argyle his friend, and the two of them spent many nights smoking and watching those stupid stoner comedies together in Argyle’s weird, confusingly giant house that he somehow lived in.

Seriously, how did the guy have a house like that already? How did he have the money to travel so much with Chrissy? Her show was good and all, but it couldn’t possibly be getting her that much income.

In any case, Argyle and Eddie were buds, so Argyle also happened to be around when Jonathan walked into Ink About It.

The bromance between Jonathan and Argyle was pretty much immediate. Eddie would have felt mildly jealous about it if he hadn’t noticed some very familiar (aka queer) vibes between the two. Perhaps Will wasn’t the only Byers grappling with their identity, that's all Eddie was saying - but it was just speculation. Eddie kept his mouth shut (except to Steve, obviously, who fully agreed). In due time, as with anything else.

So then they all hung out - Chrissy, Jonathan, Argyle, Steve, Eddie, and Robin. They’d formed quite the friend group - all of them getting along with each other beautifully. Argyle even hosted a road trip with the squad in his giant pizza van (???) so that they could all surprise Gareth at a Corroded Coffin show.

That night was epic, and it finally cemented Robin and Chrissy as girlfriends.

After their date, they’d both been super into each other - undeniably so. Yet, because Chrissy was so often moving around, they’d decided it was best to just stay friends.

Yeah. Eddie and Steve knew that wouldn’t last very long.

It still lasted longer than it should have, and the pining was rampant. Every time they all hung out, the two women wouldn’t stop staring at each other, cracking jokes, and giving everyone else in the room ample opportunities to share knowing glances…

And then they went on the road trip, and they got super drunk, and Robin tended to speak a lot more freely when she was intoxicated.

She professed her love to Chrissy on the dance floor.

It was a bold move, but it paid off. Chrissy and Argyle extended their stay in Hawkins, and Robin and Chrissy became an official couple.

Coincidentally, that night was also pretty huge for Eddie and Steve. Firstly, because Chrissy and Robin had dropped the “I love you’s” before they had, which felt kind of ridiculous, considering Eddie and Steve obviously loved each other.

“The fucking lesbians stole my thunder!” Eddie yelled from the bar, watching Robin and Chrissy hug each other on the dance floor.

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked, amused at his boyfriend’s antics.

“Ladies and Gentleman!”

Gareth’s voice boomed from the stage. The band had taken a quick break, but were back on. Eddie grinned, then grabbed Steve’s hand.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get closer.” They wandered through the crowd (past Chrissy and Robin) as Gareth continued.

“We’ve got a surprise for you all. You see, my boy Eddie Munson requested we play a special song tonight. So, this one’s for you, Flower Boy. Lord knows we wouldn’t play this for anyone else.”

Before Steve could even process what was happening, the band began to play. It wasn’t metal, it was -

“I Melt With You,” Steve said once he recognized it. “I love this song.”

“Iiiiii know!” Eddie responded, laughing. He pulled Steve into him so they could swing along to the music. “This was my whole master plan. Was gonna have them play this and tell you I loved you and it was going to be this whole beautiful moment but then Robin-”

“Eddie,” Steve interrupted, laughing. Eddie’s jaw dropped, and then he facepalmed.

“Oh my god I totally just said it without meaning to,” he said. “I’ve been holding out for WEEKS and -”

“You’ve loved me for weeks?” Steve asked, touched.

“Well, yeah,” Eddie replied. “Duh.” His eyes bugged out on that last word, his voice taking on a goofy, boyish cadence. Steve smiled.

“You’re so ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head. “And I love you too.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, grinning.

“Duh,” Steve replied, attempting to mimic Eddie’s response from before. “Robin didn’t ruin your big plan, by the way. That was all you.” Eddie chuckled.

“You still love me though,” he said. Steve nodded, and then they were kissing.

I’ll stop the world and melt with you.

Yeah. That song pretty much said it all.

Everything felt just right🌹

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The Perks

summary: You work for rival agencies, but every time you and Jack meet on missions, things heat up.

rating: M (18+! Kinda enemies to lovers, dirty talk, fighting, mentions of sex, feelings)

pairing: Jack Daniels/f!reader

word count: 1100+

a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for Dresupi, who requested Jack Daniels with the prompt, “Let’s get out of here; I’ll buy you dinner and maybe breakfast.” I had so much fun writing Jack last time I hammered this out. More southern expressions are used because I find them delightful, and Dres requested a specific one. Shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname!

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You dodged the punch heading straight for your head, hitting him in the stomach hard with your own, making a soft groan of pain escape him.

“You’ve gotten slower,” your words came out breathy.

You took in Jack’s attire—the jeans, a grey button-up under a black leather jacket, the absolute eyesore that was his Statesman flask belt buckle, and as usual, his cowboy hat that seemed to defy the laws of physics in fights.

He moved quickly on your next assault, getting your arms in a lock behind your back and holding you against him, his mouth at your ear, hearing him panting.

“Now, sugar, is that any way to greet your dear ol’ friend Jack?” He asked.

“We’re not friends,” you replied.

“Now I ain’t so sure about that, sugar. I seem to recall us being very friendly in Barcelona.”

Your mind thought back to the night you let him fuck you on a balcony, and you felt heat move under your skin. You moved quickly, breaking out of his hold and spinning to kick him, Jack blocking it and tackling you to the ground, hugging your arms against your body while his cowboy hat-wearing head hovered over yours.

He was smirking, eyes twinkling as he looked at you.

“I don’t reckon why you always wanna fight me on it, sweet pea,” he said, making you huff and roll your eyes at the endearment. “You know how this is gonna end,” he continued. “I’ll offer you the job I so very much would like you to take with Statesman, you’ll decline much to my dismay, and our joyous meeting will end with you screaming my name. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

You snorted.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I don’t know, sweet pea. You got that look on your face like you’re thinking about the last time I was buried deep inside you,” his face moved lower, lips hovering over your own, voice going deeper. “You love our rendezvous’, the fighting, the fucking, it turns you on, gets you going. I bet you’re already dripping for me. All I’d have to do is flip you over, pull down those pants, and sink right in. You want that, baby girl? Want ol’ Jack to fill you up?” Your breath hitched in your throat, body thrumming.

“You missed a step,” you whispered, ghosting your lips over his.

“Right,” he sighed, ready to be turned down for the tenth time, leaning back to look at you. “My sweet pea, why don’t you give up that work you’re doing with that abysmal agency and come work for Statesman? We’ve got benefits, retirement, and moi.”

“You’re one of the perks for working at Statesman?” You asked with a raised brow.

“With the way you’re always howlin’ my name, I think I am most definitely a perk, thank you very much.”

“I’m in.”

His eyes widened.

“Do my ears deceive me? Did you just agree?”

“Yes, Jack. I’ll join up with you. You sold me with the perks,” you winked.

He gave you a beaming smile that had a dimple appearing in his cheek, and he crashed his mouth against yours. Kissing you hard, his arms released you so your hands could move up, knocking his hat from his head to thread your fingers through his dark waves. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours, wanting to taste you, holding himself on one arm while his other palm cradled your cheek.

You could feel his happiness with each press of his lips against yours. This was a long time coming—every mid-fight kiss and post-fight fuck, that night you both let yourselves have in Barcelona, where you both went MIA and spent the hours together in a hotel room, because there was something between you but your jobs had always gotten in the way.

The kissing became less fervent until Jack was pulling back to look you in the eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said. “I’ll buy you dinner and maybe breakfast,” he winked.

You smiled.

“We both know breakfast is happening.”

“It sure is, sweet pea,” he kissed you softly. “Tomorrow morning, and every morning after if I can help it,” he murmured against your lips.

His mouth left yours, and he sighed.

“Did you happen to get the data from the hard drive before you so graciously dispatched the owner?” He asked you.

The hard drive was biometrically locked, and you’d absolutely gotten the information before you killed who it belonged to, multiple bodies lying around the room you were in, having taken them all out before Jack had arrived.

“Of course,” you nodded.

He looked away.

“That’s a confirmation, Ginger.” Your eyebrows knitted together as you listened to him speak. “Data has been recovered. Will return to headquarters in forty-eight hours. Let Champ know I’m bringing in the new agent.” He smiled. “Thank you very much, Ginger. I’ll let her know. Going dark.” He tapped his ear, eyes finding yours and smiling big. “Ginger sends her warmest congratulations that you’ve decided to join Statesman and be with me. She said she’s been rooting for us since the first kiss. That was a good one,” he sighed wistfully. “You’d broken my nose, and done it so beautifully if I might just add. Had to kiss those soft lips of yours and never stopped thinking about ‘em since.”

“Yes, I remember the first kiss—there was a lot of blood,” you said quickly. “Jack, who’s Ginger?”

He looked confused.

“Why she’s the Stateman Tech Expert—you know, the person in your ear on missions who feeds you information.”

“Jack, are you telling me there’s been a person listening every time we’ve been together?”

A flush appeared on his cheeks.

“Well,” he gulped. “Ginger is a professional, and she’s had to hear me in many a compromising situation, but to answer your question—yes?” He looked like something dawned on him. “Except Barcelona.”

“You’re telling me, all those times you fucked me senseless, we had an audience?”

“Don’t you have a person?” His eyebrows were furrowed.

“No—I get my mission details and figure it out as I go.”

His eyes got big.

“Zero intel during?”

“No? Which now knowing that with Statesman I will, is delightful, but Jack, I can never meet Ginger. She’s heard too much. Like, way too much.”

He smirked.

“You do get noisy as a restless mule in a tin barn when you’re close, but your sinful noises really rev my engines. I love ‘em, and as I’ve stated previously, Ginger is a professional, and she’s had to hear it all. Do not fret, my sweet pea,” he kissed you softly. He looked at you when he pulled back. “Now it’s time we get the hell out of dodge and hit the open road,” he patted your thigh.

You snorted.

“Why do I like you?”

He grinned.

“My impeccable southern charm and good looks.”

“Yeah, yeah, pretty boy. Let’s blow this popsicle stand. I was promised dinner.”

He got up, grabbing his hat as he stood, and put it back on, holding out his hand to help you up. His eyes tracked down your body appreciatively, his fingers moving to tilt your chin to look at him.

“That you were,” he said. “I haven’t had a chance to say this but baby girl, you’re looking finer than frog’s hairs, and we’re gonna have to find some accommodations for the evening. I want to lay you out and take my time, rival that momentous night in Barcelona.”

“I really like that idea,” you said as you leaned in to kiss him.

“As do I, sweet pea.”

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naqia's 1k follower celebration!!

so, i somehow hit 1100 followers over the last few days and i'm literally so happy you all decided to follow me and stick with me through my inactive phases haha.

i'll be hosting a celebration to thank you guys 🎉🎉 feel free to send in asks (pls specify it's for the celebration) or message me, and i'll start posting as soon as i get them!

the last day to send in requests is october 21st, but i might still post some things that i haven't finished after that

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scotianostra · 6 months

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On November 11th the year 1100 Matilda of Scotland married Henry I of England.

They might be the Auld Enemy, but many events in history tie our two nations together, none less so than this marriage. Edith (to give her the name she was christened,) of Scotland was born circa 1080 at Dunfermline, she was the daughter of Malcolm III King of Scots 'Canmore' and Saint Margaret.

Henry, her husband was the fourth son of William Rufus, son of William the conqueror, the marriage not only helped forge relations between Scotland and England but also brought the Saxons back into the fold in England.

Because Princess Edith/Matilda had spent most of her life in a convent, there was some controversy over whether she had actually taken vows as a nun, which would have rendered her ineligible for marriage. The Princess testified she hadn't taken vows and her time in the convent was for her education rather than any Pious reason

Edith and Henry were married at Westminster Abbey by Archbishop Anselm of Canterbury, she was crowned queen as Matilda, a Norman name. The marriage led to improved relations with Scotland. Matilda often acted as regent for her husband during his frequent absences. She commissioned a learned Monk, named Thurgot, to write a biography of her mother who was later to become Saint Margaret.

Following the example of her saintly mother, Matilda devoted herself to good causes, and often washed the feet of the poor. Though Henry was seldom faithful to his Queen, theirs was generally considered a good and happy marriage by royal standards and helped to unite the rival claims of the Norman and Saxon houses. She gave birth to a daughter, Matilda, born in February 1102, and a son, William, called "Adelin", in November 1103, who died in a boating accident aged 17.

Matilda died on 1st May 1118 aged 37–38 at Westminster Palace and was buried at Westminster Abbey. Her son and heir to the English throne drowned in 1120 and Henry remarried in an attempt to produce a son as heir, this was fruitless and left Empress Matilda, who had grown up in Germany, to take the throne, this never happened, Stephen of Blois, another of William the Conqueror's grandsons seized the throne. Matilda tried to regain control with the help of her Norman relatives and her uncle, King David I of Scotland, but that's a different story

There was an attempt to have her canonised, which was not pursued. She was fondly thought of by her subjects. The inscription on her tomb in Westminster reads: "Here lies the renowned queen Matilda the second, excelling both young and old of her day. She was for everyone the benchmark of morals and the ornament of life."

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we've hit 1100 followers folks!

i can't exactly explain the joy and pride i feel from sharing my art on this platform and receiving input and reactions from people who enjoy what i do and the things i come up with :) it makes making art feel that much sweeter knowing that there are people out there who want to see it.

to celebrate 1100 followers on tumblr, i have decided to open art requests! to participate, all you have to do is send me a prompt for a doodle you would like to see and i will do my best to recreate it :)

again i wanna reiterate; making art makes me happy and being able to make art that i can share with other people is an indescribable feeling. ily guys x

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girl-next-door-writes · 1 year

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So Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas Now

Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: An accident (or an act of Munson) leads to Steve needing to raise his temperature. Lucky for him, you are there to help.

Word Count: 1100 words

Prompt: #3: Warming up in a bathtub big enough for two

A/N: This one officially marks the end of my Steven’s Greetings! If you have enjoyed what you’ve read, then please feel free to reblog and go check out my Masterlist. If you didn’t, that’s cool, you move on with your life and find yourself some fics that you love.

It was an accident. Everybody swore blind that it had been an accident. It wasn’t like anyone would have ever done that on purpose, not with the temperatures as they were, not even though that had all found it hilariously funny. The fact that Dustin’s legs had given out on him, leaving him in a crumpled heap of hysterics on one of the pool chairs definitely didn’t mean that Eddie had orchestrated the situation. Well, not that Steve could prove anyway.

The cigarette that he’d been smoking was now limp between his lips, the beer he’d been holding sinking to the bottom of the pool as Steve very slowly ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. The unimpressed expression on his face only served to provide a second wave of laughter from those gathered. He looked like a drowned rat standing there in the pool, his usually voluminous hair flat and stringy.

“Come on, it’s not that funny.” You said, trying hard to hold back your own amusement. The two of you had been deep in conversation, Steve trying to impress you about something, when Eddie had ‘bumped’ into him, sending the poor boy sprawling into the freezing water.

Steve made his way to the poolside, his clothes dragging him with each step. He reached up to take the hand you had offered and then the world seemed to go into slow motion.

Now, it could have been another Munson move, or maybe Steve just gripped stronger than he had intended, either way there was a yelp of panic, followed by Nancy and Robin scrambling, and failing, to grab hold of you as you lost your balance and landed rather ungracefully on your boyfriend, taking him back beneath the waters surface.

When the two of you emerged, Steve noted that the laughter had died down and people looked genuinely concerned. Yeah, him being pushed into a pool was hilarious, but it turned out they didn’t think the same about you.

“Are you okay?” Robin asked as you spluttered a little, wiping the water from your eyes and leaving streaks of mascara, making you look more like a damp panda.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just cold.” You grinned as you shivered.

“Come on, let’s get you into something dry and warm.” Steve insisted, guiding you to the steps while shielding your body from everyone else. The last thing he wanted was everyone seeing the material clinging to you and making comments he himself would be very happy to make if it wasn’t for the risk of hypothermia right now.

As the two of you squelched inside, he grabbed a blanket off the back of a chair in the kitchen and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“We should take off as much as we can here, that way we don’t end up with a trail of water all the way to my room.” He frowned, knowing the grilling he would get if he ‘ruined the carpets’. Kicking off his shoes, he tugged his sweater over his head and dropped it into a pile on the tiled floor, his socks and jeans quickly joining them leaving him in just his underwear. That was something he didn’t think twice about until he saw you staring at him slack jawed, and then he became incredibly self-conscious. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked like a lost child as his nerves were written across his face for all to see.

“Sorry.” You shook your head, suddenly realising you had been staring. “You just- it- that- I mean- “

“You wanna finish a sentence? A guy could get all kinds of worried over here.” He half joked, his cheeks beginning to flush despite how his body was shivering.

“You’re really freaking hot. I mean, I knew you were, well, are, but knowing it and seeing it, that’s two different things. Sorry. I was just appreciating the view.” You gave him a lopsided smile and he ducked his head, trying to hide his own smile.

“Yeah, well, stripping in my kitchen was not the way I thought this would go, but I’ll take it.” He shot you a wink and then offered to hold the blanket for you while you removed layers.

Ever the gentleman, Steve closed his eyes as you stripped down to your underwear, even though he really wanted to peek. It was only when he heard Eddie wander into the kitchen behind him that he quickly wrapped the blanket around you, partly to protect your modesty but also partly because he didn’t want anyone else seeing his girlfriend in her underwear. That was a view just for him, boyfriend’s privilege.

“Can you ask Nancy to throw this stuff in the dryer for me?”

“I can do that!” Eddie grinned, already reaching for the wet clothes.

“Nancy. I don’t want to get down here and find everything shrunk or some shit.” Steve said pointedly causing Eddie to give him his best kicked puppy look.

“Just trying to help.”

“Yeah, well, you can help by getting Nancy. NOT Robin. NOT Dustin. Nancy. Jonathan at a push.” Steve insisted as he guided you towards the staircase, rubbing his hands over your blanket encased form to create a little heat.

Once upstairs, he grabbed the comforter from the end of his bed and wrapped it around him, his teeth chattering.

“Steve, baby, I’m not sure just a dry set of clothes is gonna be enough to warm you up. You’ve been cold for too long. How about I run you a bath, we can you’re your body temperature up, then we can get you all wrapped up in sweats.” You frowned, noting the paleness of his skin and the way he was shivering.

“You’re just as cold. You should have the bath, I’ll be fine.” He protested, not used to someone taking care of him, that wasn’t how this worked. “I’ve got some stuff you can wear once you get out and while you take a bath, I can go make some hot drinks.”

“Steve. You’re freezing.” You said softly, tenderly caressing his cheek. “Is there any way I can convince you to get that fine ass of yours in the bath?”

“I’ll be okay. You need to warm up.” He hummed, leaning into your touch.

“Hold up, Harrington. Your house is huge, I’m betting your bathtub is big enough for two. Want to test out my theory?” You gave him your best innocent look and he chuckled.

“Now that is definitely one way of getting me into that bath. Lead the way.”

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steven Greetings #gndw fic

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anlian-aishang · 2 years

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Mother’s Day With Dadvi: Before You Become One

Word count: 1100 Tags: levi x reader, fluff, dadvi, pregnancy mention, modern AU

To you and Levi, it is another ordinary Sunday. Out to brunch. The farmer’s market. An afternoon at the lake, visiting the botanical gardens, or seeing the new art exhibit. Then, home to cook those ingredients you bought, going to bed early but not falling asleep until much later. Over your time together, you two have concocted this perfect routine: the calmest possible end to the weekend. It is why it is so shocking when you find your typically serene spots swarmed with people.

An hour-long line at the cafe. An endless ring of people crowd the farmer’s market square. All the docks are full, the gardens’ tickets sold out, the museum closed. Outside of the gallery - its locked doors, its lights turned off - you narrow your gaze and hush to your husband, “What is going on?” Before he can answer, a pastel pink sign with flowers on the edges speaks for him: Closed for Mother’s Day.

The two of you look to each other, panic in your eyes, you have both forgotten about the holiday as well as the responsibilities it puts onto you. You slap the phone in your pocket, he pads the wallet in his. Phone calls to make! Gifts to buy! But in that following second, you calm each other with your gazes: we’ll deal with that when we get home, let’s enjoy our day out.

Hoards of people normally overwhelm you, normally irritate him, but with this new knowledge of the holiday, you both don a new lens. Adorable, how the children follow their moms like ducklings. Funny, how kids are tiny walking tornados. Endearing, how the mothers continue to smile even as they tug on her dress, drop their ice cream cones, and leave messes in their wake. Sweet, how the fathers are doing their best to keep things together while she enjoys herself. Happy families all around, you wonder, Could that be us someday?

At the thought, your smile dulls before it can dawn: But… Levi would never… It is as if the universe could hear you, sending a running kid your way and slamming into Levi’s lower leg.

You hold your breath for his reaction. Never one for disorder, you can only dread how he will handle being tackled. But it is exactly why you love him so much: how even after so long together, he continues to surprise you time and time again. In the very first second, he takes your breath away: kneeling down to catch the kid before the pavement catches her. His expression is free of anger, showing only concern. His voice softens to a level you have never heard before, “Hey, kid… you alright?”

Your heart flutters like her dress, still in whiplash from your husband’s save. Flutters like her lashes, as she fights back tears and dons a frown. Her legs wobble like her lip, such a contrast to her uppity pigtails. So sad, but so adorable! You nearly let out a laugh, but are silently thwarted by Levi's severity. In a serious tone, but not scary, he places a hand on her shoulder and squats to her level, "Are you lost?"

No verbal response, only her puppy dog eyes and fiddling fingers. It was today you learned: babies walk before they can talk.

Well, shit... you pinch your wrists, how are we gonna help her if she can't talk? You should have known who you were with: the one who always knew his way in times of trouble. Two steady hands at her sides, Levi swiftly lifts her in the air - and in the sunlight, you swear you catch a smile - before propping her on his hip.

His flawless instinct goes to work. A flower in her hair: from the flower shop. The flower shop: just a block north. She is oddly calm for being with strangers and away from her parents - internally, Levi grimaces at the thought - hitting too close to home. On the walk, Levi looks to you, silently calling on you for assistance: distractions, funny faces, the emotional support in this situation.

You recall your parents telling you once: If you're a family stuck on a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean, one parent might want to just keep rowing. But if the other parent wants to play a game, it's not because they're crazy. It's because they're doing it for the kids. Finally, it clicked: Levi - the rower, you - the gamer.

Nearing the crowd, Levi hoists her up even higher: sitting her on his shoulders for the best possible vantage point. "Now, you look around and point at your parents, okay?" Levi pivots side to side, giving her a view. He points his finger in demonstration, encouraging her to do the same.

Ironically, Levi spots them before she does. They are the only pair of parents who look carefree on this hectic holiday. Their attention stays perched solely upward, more interested in the store displays than the five other children straying further and further away - tiptoeing closer to becoming lost like their sister.

Levi covers her ears before calling to the couple, “Hey!”

He is prepared to give them an earful before the aftermath of a boozy brunch cuts him off. “Oh, yeah yeah! Thanks a ton! We were worried...”

“Yeah, seems like it.” A stranger would not tell, but his long-term love cringes - sarcasm dripping like syrup. His fist bunches at his side, he hesitates to put her down. You understand why, but you also understand that he has to. You place your palm to the small of his back and use your free arm to return her to her parents. “It was nice to meet you! Levi and I have to head home, but your parents got you now, right?” Now, it is his turn - to hear a tone of yours he has never before.

Your sweetness so opposite to her parents’ drawl: “C’mon, kiddo. Try to keep up this time, alright!?”

Arms crossed, he silently fumes, watching the parents pay her no attention: their backs are turned, they’re speeding ahead, the child Levi just returned has to run to keep up. A scowl seizes his lips, his fingernails dig into his arms. Levi curses under his breath, “Some people…” You can imagine what he is thinking, and follow up with, “Not you, though.”

Steel-grey eyes meet yours in solidarity, his lips part, but certainty dominates his look. In that moment, you have confirmed with yourself and each other: you want to have kids and you want to have them together. From that moment and its following night, fast-forward a month later: your pregnancy test reads positive.

// masterlist //

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #dadvi #fluff #headcanon #anlian writes #2022 #my writing #alias's

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kiastirling-fanfic · 1 year

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happy dadwc kia!! for mage!Cullen 👀👀👀 kenopsia n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

yesssssss that's actually a great prompt for the very start of the AU. We're maging the boy.

CW: references to templar abuses of mages (none occur or are alluded to have occurred, but demon fuckery), cullen's ptsd post-Uldred, references to non-con (also referencing cullen's ptsd)

Length ~1100 words @dadrunkwriting

For the first time, Cullen understood the older, more jaded templars. So many gave the same warnings during his training, and more since he was assigned to the Kinloch Circle, but he’d never felt so… so…

Kinloch stood empty now, or near to it. Few enough mages had survived the destruction Uldred and his underlings had wrought, and those few were now marching to face the darkspawn. Cullen was left to guard the tower with just Carroll and the Knight-Commander, with only a handful of unharrowed children who had been kept “safe” near the barred entrance and one old enchanter left as their charges.

And charges they were, the burden of their inevitable betrayal weighed heavily on him as he patrolled empty floors, followed only by the scrape of his steel boots against stone floors. Had it been only a few months since he saw mage children running past him and smiled in their wake?

Mages, he now knew, truly were all abominations waiting to happen. No mage who was marched into the old harrowing chamber at the top of the tower came out unchanged, its purpose turned entirely.

He’d only seen his first true harrowing scant months past. Robin Amell had given him a wink just before the ritual started, and that small smile it seemed she reserved just for him, even with his sword leveled to spear her through should she fail. But she couldn’t fail, he’d thought, who could fail and fall to demons, knowing what they must? Mages must know as much demon lore as a templar, and only a fool would fall.

He tried not to think of the specter of Robin who appeared before him in his darkest moments, trapped with only desire demons whispering in his dreams, and touching him in the ways she never did but flirtatious whispers once hinted she might. It hadn’t taken long for them to find her in his mind, Desire and Longing and Possessiveness all taking turns at wearing her skin, promising that all he had to do was say yes and she would be his.

It was not merely a matter of knowledge, he now knew. Given half a chance, maleficar would trap any innocent man with only demons for company, keep him from sleep to loosen his will, cause him pain to pull desperation from his heart, keep him from food and water and lyrium until there was naught to him but pliant flesh, and no mere harrowing was able to imitate those conditions enough to ever truly be sure.

And he…

Cullen’s eyes were drawn to the scorched stone, just at shoulder height. There were many such burns throughout the Circle, even before the flood of abominations and the rush of battle sundered so much of it. He had seen apprentices create more than a few of them in his short months in the Circle.

He’d seen that scorch when it was made, too.

“Do you think she’ll ever give you a second look?” Possessiveness purred in his ear, incorporeal clawed fingers digging into his shoulder as though the platemail he wore was air. “Do you know what the mages of your tower think of templars?”

“Shut up.” The day before - or was it days? Weeks? - he had tried drowning them out with the Chant, Threnodies, but the Maker did not save him as he had saved Andraste, and the demons only took the words from his mouth and sang some twisted form of them.

“Oppressor. Captor. Jailor.” Screams from beyond the Harrowing Chamber door punctuated its words. “Did you think she reciprocated because she wanted to? Do you think a woman like her would ever give a backwoods boy like you a second glance if refusal wouldn’t bring the headman’s axe down on her?”

“Shut up.” Even if Possessiveness quieted, it would not be for long. Longing had backed off for hours now, but he knew it was waiting just as much to pluck at his heart strings.

“She’ll only be yours if you make her yours, Little Templar. Take her. Do to her as we have done to you and she will have no choice but to give you all the love you demand of her.”

“Shut up!” Cullen didn’t realize he’d lashed out at all, but the talons pulled out of his flesh, he could feel himself bleeding under his armor, and it was so bright.

He had been the one to conjure flame in a rage, scorching only stone and leaving his tormentors unscathed before they set upon him with greater glee.

Despair joined after that, nearly consuming him before Robin appeared before him again, and now he knew it was her in truth, though it seemed only another cruel taunt to see her standing before him in the blue robes of a Grey Warden. All he saw at the time was another trick, even as she was claiming she would put an end to Uldred and his blood mages, to save every mage in the tower, to save him, even if she didn’t know he was no longer separated from the mages.

Cullen clutched at his lucky coin and turned about face, tearing his eyes away from his shame. He was one of them now, and he hadn’t said anything. He called for their deaths and never said it was for his own, too.

“What a sham,” he spoke to the silence.

Nothing’s a sham but you, the silence returned, in the same voice Despair used. His voice. His imagination, of course. Irving set the wards to rights well before the mages set out to help end the Blight. There were no demons in the Circle anymore, not until another blood mage broke them to invite in the horde.

Cullen would be as vulnerable to them as any of the children down on the first floor. Unless he came clean and told Greagoir the truth, he would be… what? An apostate, despite living in the Circle?

Yet if he told, he would never breathe fresh air again. He’d be stuck here, in the empty Kinloch Circle, watching the faces of men he called comrade as they treated him the way he’d seen them treat the mages, see the sting of betrayal in their eyes even when he had done nothing wrong. He was a victim, yet he knew all too well how his comrades would see it. They would think he'd hidden magic from the start, and he hadn't, but the betrayal would have happened all the same and-

He needed to leave.

#dadwc #mage!cullen au #dragon age fanfiction #we maged the boy #I have no regrets but he certainly does

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Hello! Sorry if you've already answered a similar request, but can you please recommend some sweet winter holiday fics? They can be fluffy or smutty as long as everyone's happy. :)

Hello my dear and a happy holiday season to you! Here are some festive fics!

On This One Day of Days by Antheas_Blackberry [rated G, 5k words]

31, er 23 short pieces as part of the Ineffable Holiday 2020 set up by caedmonfaith

A Bet's a Bet by White Queen Writes (DivineLady91) [rated T, 1100 words]

Aziraphale and Crowley get caught up watching a man nearly break his neck trying to propose to the love of his life. Aziraphale thinks it's romantic. Crowley thinks it's rubbish.

But there could be a chance that Crowley is protesting a little too much.

The Holly and the Ivy by waterofthemoon [rated T, 20k words]

A series of vignettes, detailing Crowley and Aziraphale's first holiday season together following Armageddon-that-wasn’t.

If an Angel Falls in Mayfair ... by White Queen Writes (DivineLady91) [rated M. 750 words]

Aziraphale is trying to get lost in the pages of his book, but with his husband thinking hard enough to burn the flat down, it's becoming impossible.

Especially since Aziraphale knows what he's thinking about.

-Mod AB

#Good Omens #Good Omens fanfic #festive fic pics #Aziraphale #Crowley #Christmas #holiday

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