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madame-fear · 1 year

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Could you do [94. “oh, fuck me.” “ok, when?”] with jace please. Jace and the reader have known eachother for a while and he always teases her and shamelessly flirts with her. ALSO CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS

— ☆ amira speaks : thank you baaaabe!! can't believe we're 1085 rn <33 ok so i wrote this like a veery very short imagine bc i really wanted to write this but my internet is bad so this was the fastest thing i could do, enjoy this my sweetheart!!! — summary : request

— pairing : jacaerys velaryon x reader — genre : fluff ig?, some mentions of spicy content but nothing too explicit, and cursing. — prompt/scenarios : 94. [ request ].

You've known Jacaerys Velaryon for quite some time now, since your mid childhood, literally. He's the type of boy that always teased and flirted with you whether it was in public, or in private, and it's always been like this, since you first met.

His teasing never failed to leave you embarrassed and completely flustered, which always lead to you either ignoring, or playfully throwing something at him to shut him up, but he wouldn't care less; his teasing only worsened especially if you threw something to him. Nothing you could ever do would make him stop flirting and teasing with you, in fact... you could say Jace rather enjoyed a lot seeing the reactions you got thanks to him, especially when he noticed a light fluster forming on your cheeks. Even so, you always spent time together, meaning you grew to get used to his teasing remarks, and to him always saying something to get a blush out of you.

One time, when he came to visit you to your chambers with a book on his hand so you aren't too bored while you embroidered some things the Septa asked you to sew in the mean time, you accidentally stinged the tip of your finger with a needle... a bit too profoundly.

“oh, fuck me.” jace suddenly stopped reading outloud from his book when he heard you complaining, rapidly gazing up to look at you curiously. You looked at the tip of your finger; were harshly bleeding and felt a stinging pain, making you realise you hurt yourself with the needle you were using to embroider. A broad smile formed on Jace's lips. “Ok, when?” he teased, in response to your cursing, as he stood up to grab some nearby bandage. With an intense forming crimson tint on your lips, you looked up at him with a frown, and clicked your tongue. “You know what! Go fuck yourself, Jacaerys.” you retorted, trying to look notoriously bothered by his teasing, but he knew you weren't really bothered. As he approached you with the bandage, he crouched a bit to help you cover your small bleeding wound, and a smug grin remained on his lips. “Only if you watch, my love.” he replied, while looking intensely into your eyes with a grin, enjoying the sight of you growing even more flustered.

Even if you were used to his shameless flirting with you, and his endless teasing, Jace never failed to make you feel like a blushing mess everytime he did so. Though, you couldn't deny, at times his teasing, flirting, and personality in general made you smile a bit, and you enjoyed having his presence around more than you should.

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@damatheirin @jacesvelaryons @capellaadara @kyuupidwrites @tchatso

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #prince jacaerys x reader #jacaerys imagine #jacaerys velaryon x you #jacaerys velaryon imagine #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon headcanons #house of the dragon imagine #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #hotd x reader #hotd imagine

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 1 year

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Whump Prompt #1085

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Character A on the verge of passing out as Character B rushes to get them to a safe place. Just as they get there, A, exhausted, faints and Character B has to rush in order to keep A from dying.

#whump #writing #prompts #fainting #collapse #getting to safetey #worry #angst #rescue

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your-name-is-jim · 1 year

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Sooo I got TWO great Old Married Kirk/Spock fics as gifts in an AO3 exchange, and I want you to read them too! ❤️ Because of the exchange rules, they are currently anon so I don’t know who wrote them, but don’t worry, author reveals are in a few days. :D Meanwhile, please read them and, if you like them, let the authors know with kudos/comments/bookmarks because they deserve all the love! ❤️

1. This Time Together - 1085 words, rated M. This fic was inspired by my prompt: “Dealing with Spock's second pon farr (7 years after Amok Time), or with Spock's unexpected pon farr post-The Voyage Home, because after his ‘resurrection’ they don't know when to expect it.” I was so happy to see that this mystery author wrote about BOTH! And the parallels between the start of Kirk and Spock’s relationship and the way it is as they got older. There are never enough TOS movies era pon farr fics and it made me so happy! ❤️

2. O Captain! My Captain! - 3661 words, rated T. I am in love with this fic and you should read it right now! In my exchange letter I said that I like Valentine’s Day fics and "alien characters trying to learn about human traditions”, but more importantly, this fic followed this silly prompt of mine: “I love that after The Voyage Home, Kirk and Spock are both captains. I can imagine some comedy behind it! Maybe Kirk is tired of Spock not calling him Jim (especially in private and on shore leave), so he starts calling Spock ‘Captain’ too. How does Spock react?” Please get ready for the way this mystery author managed to make all of this work while also including unexpected Lincoln/Surak vibes hahaha

Also, these are the gifts for me, but if you want more fics, I strongly recommend checking the collection they are part of, because there is more in the tags! I haven’t had time to read other things yet, but I can tell you that usually fics written for this kind of exchanges have a higher average quality than the fics you just find on AO3, because the writers are more experienced. This is the link to the Star Trek fics in the collection, if you’re curious. There are currently 478 fandoms there, and at least one of the fics there is mine... but it’s anon, so I can’t tell you which one until next week. :D

#spirk #old married spirk #space husbands #fic rec #k/s #kirk x spock

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bidisasterevankinard · 10 months

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Oh man, I wanted to request every single one tbh 😂 but if it sparks joy will you write 21 for buddie please? 🖤

Hi, Dj 💙💙💙💙😘😘😘You can ask about as much as you can🫂🫂🫂

Here is Eddie insecure about his scars (btw I have idea for Buck's one. Want to be tagged if I will write it?) My hand is slipped so it's like really angsty, but don't worry Buck takes care about Eddie

…on a place of insecurity. From kiss prompts

show me your scars (so i can love them too)

(oh what it is ? another title I made myself?)

buddie / T / 1085 words

Eddie never was insecure about the way he looks. He knew he was attractive. He knew people would find him hot. Shannon always made comments about how he could easily make a career in modeling or acting just because of his look. The thing that he liked to work out helped too.

He also had pretty much a lot of things to be insecure about, more meaningful like being a bad son, not mature enough, not masculine enough, not a good husband, awful dad, and so on. So Eddie never felt insecure about his body.

Until one day, a month after he was shot on the street in LA, he looks in the mirror and sees two very similar scars on the shoulders from bullets. And he knows on his back he had another two. It makes him run away from the mirror and throw up everything that Buck made him eat in the morning. He looks awful, disgusting, but most importantly weak. He’s just so weak. Can't even protect himself, let alone protect his family. By a miracle, Buck was not injured that day.

Eddie doesn't understand how Buck can still be around, and look at him as before, when Eddie literally wears evidence of his worthlessness on his skin. All the things his parents told him. He drags Chris and Buck with him into the darkness.

Eddie continues to sit by the toilet, trying to calm his breathing, beginning to doubt that it is knocked down only because of vomiting. He doesn't hear Buck coming home and going into the room looking for him, but he hears Buck coming through the door, which he left open when brushing his teeth in front of the mirror.

“Hey, are you Ok? You need something?” the gentle but very worried voice of his boyfriend comes to Eddie and he tries to stop the tears, but loses the fight and feels like tracks of tears are rushing down his cheeks, and there are real oceans in his eyes.

He sits down leaning into the bathroom, pulling his knees up his chest, and trying to hide. He wants to run away so far to hide all the pain and self-hatred that is in him from the best person in his life. A man who loves him, but Eddie doesn't want Buck to see him like this, he doesn't want Buck to be disappointed in him and leave.

But Buck just sits with him and lets him cry as much as he can, hugging him tight. They sit like that in silence, Eddie cries his eyes out, and Buck hugs him. When Eddie is done, he gets to his feet and washes his face with cold water, feeling the look of Buck, who also got up and stands behind him, but he is afraid to approach, touch, to do something wrong. Eddie hates himself a little for upsetting Buck.

“Will you tell me now what’s wrong? Is that something with your shoulder? Your doctors called you? Something is wrong?” Buck plies him with questions as soon as Eddie turns to face him.

“Nothing is wrong, Buck,” Eddie hopes that's enough. He can't and won't tell the truth, the truth will push Buck away, show how much he deserves more than Eddie, and Eddie egotistically wants Buck to be only his.

“People don't have breakdowns in bathrooms when nothing is wrong,” Buck says and Eddie puts up with the fact that he won't back down. After all, it's Buck. He never gives up. That's why Eddie loves him, but now he really hates this trait of his partner a little.

“Please, Eds, tell me what’s wrong. We had a good morning together, all three of us. I took Chris to school and when I came back home you were crying near the toilet. It makes me scared, babe, please,” Eddie sees how blue eyes are getting red and wet and breaks.

“I saw my scars. From Afghanistan and from the sniper. They are almost identical. Four scars from two bullets which makes me feel sick because I was so fucking weak. I look weak. I’m weak. And look disgusting.”

“Don’t say that,” Eddie tries to stop Buck and his attempt to calm him down. “No, shut up, it’s my turn to talk. Your scars are not disgusting. They don’t show your weakness. They show what …” Buck is crying and his breathing is erratic, but he continues.

“They show that you two times were so close to dying because people are awful and like violence. They show a little boy who was too young to be in the army but he tried his best to support his family and a still young man who cared about the little boy he met once too much to come to rescue him. They show that you were so fucking strong and two times fight death to come back to life. This one,” Buck points to his shoulder, which still has a fresh scar from a sniper's bullet, a scar that Buck saw how was inflicted, “this one shows that you fought to come back home to me. And that I was fast enough to save you. Don’t say they are disgusting,” Buck walks up to him and looking into his eye leaves an insanely tender kiss right on the scar.

“Don’t call yourself disgusting,” another kiss. “Or weak,” another kiss. “Because you’re not. You’re not. Please believe me you’re not,” more kisses around his scar.

Buck then joins their foreheads and gives Eddie the right to decide what he wants to do next. Eddie hugs him tight and tries to convince himself that Buck's words are true. Maybe he needs help. Hell, he probably needs therapy, but he's willing to do it if it lets him one day see his scars the same way Buck sees them.

A year later, sitting on the beach on their honeymoon, Eddie takes off a T-shirt that hides his shoulders. He is proud to know that he has scars from the time when he fought for his family as best he could. But he feels even more proud of the scratches from Buck's nails all over his back. He wants them all to be seen and envied. And well, Buck blushes so sweetly every time he looks up to look at them. Eddie can't wait to get back to the room. In the end, you can sunbathe in LA. That's not what he's on his honeymoon for.

#it will be on ao3 as soon as it works #my fics #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #911 #911 abc

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just-here-with-my-thoughts · 3 months

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Day 14: Blood-Stained Tiles / Ice Pack

@febuwhump prompt: Blood-Stained Tiles @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Ice Pack

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Cadet Hunter, Cadet Wrecker Cadet Batch as featured in my WIP fic 'Pieces of the People We Love' - haven't read it? All you need to know is that Crosshair is the oldest, and Hunter is the youngest! Word Count: ~1085 Click here to read on AO3

Synopsis: Wrecker finds Hunter in the freshers nursing a split lip.

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Wrecker bowled into the freshers and pulled up short. “Oh, Hunter! Didn’t realise you were in here,” he said jovially, shifting his bundle of clean clothing to one arm.

Hunter had his back to Wrecker, head hunched down between his narrow shoulders. His hands were braced on the edge of the sink, knuckles white with the strength of his grip.

“Go away, Wrecker,” he growled, but the words were thick and slurred and Wrecker immediately took another step forwards.

“Hey… are you okay?”

“’M fine,” was the answer, but Wrecker was ducking round Hunter’s guarded pose to peer at his face – bruised and swollen, with droplets of blood beading from the broken skin of his lower lip.

“Hunter?”

“Leave me alone!” Hunter spun away, bringing an arm up to shield his face.

Wrecker looked about, spotting Hunter’s towel, decorated with blotchy red patches, discarded on the floor in the corner. The sink was conspicuously clean but flecks of blood lingered on the tiled wall, a directional spray of scattered droplets which had escaped Hunter’s attempts at cleaning.

“I’m gonna get you somethin’ for that,” offered Wrecker, not wating for an affirmative before disappearing and returning with a med-kit. Hunter was slouched in the corner, scowling, but he had given up trying to hide his face. His split lip dribbled blood onto his chin, and his skin was smeared with the evidence of greater bloodflow wiped away. His hair hung loose and unruly around his face, and fury and stung pride flashed in his eyes behind a film of tears.

“Here.” Wrecker smiled sympathetically and held out the cooling gel-pack. He nodded encouragingly as Hunter took it and daubed it gingerly to his swollen lip.

“Thanks,” muttered Hunter sullenly, decisively choosing not to meet Wrecker’s gaze.

“How’d it happen?” asked Wrecker, leaning back comfortably against the opposite wall.

Hunter’s eyes darted to him guiltily, then he looked away again. “Slipped and fell.”

Wrecker snorted. “Sure ya did,” he scoffed, ignoring the glare that Hunter shot him. “Yer need t’do a better job hidin’ the evidence if you want me to believe that.”

He indicated the tiles on the wall, flecked with Hunter’s blood. Hunter scowled – an ineffective expression given that his lower lip was puffy with swelling – and sank down to his heels.

“Crosshair did it,” he admitted. Wrecker huffed a laugh.

“You two fightin’ again?” he teased, sitting down as well and shuffling to sit beside Hunter.

Hunter didn’t reply immediately, shifting the ice-pack to find a cooler area to soothe his lip. After a moment he said, “Don’t tell.”

Wrecker stretched, the joints of his shoulders popping. “You two are always fightin’. Why’s this time a secret?”

The younger clone shrugged. “Dunno. Just…”

He trailed off into silence. The teary film in his eyes was threatening to spill.

“Aww… c’mere, Hunt,” said Wrecker, going to put an arm round Hunter’s shoulders. Hunter flinched away, then gasped as the sudden movement jarred the ice-pack against his lip and set it welling blood again.

“Why’d you always try and do that?” he snarled, panic adding a waver to his words.

“Do what? Give you a hug?”

“Yeah. That.”

Wrecker guffawed. “’Cos it’s nice, di’kut,” he laughed, grabbing a resistant Hunter and pulling him forcibly into a two-armed hug. Hunter struggled, but trapped in the corner and distracted by his injured mouth, he stood no chance of overwhelming his bigger opponent. He gave up the fight, stilling to stiffness in Wrecker’s arms.

Wrecker tucked his chin on top of Hunter’s tangled hair, humming soothingly. “There. You wanna tell me why you don’t want anyone t’know you an’ Cross were fighting again?” He chuckled. “An’ why you don’t like hugs?”

For a long time there was no response from Hunter. Slowly, slowly, some of the tension bled from his frame; just as readily as his lip bled onto the shoulder of Wrecker’s shirt.

Eventually Hunter let out a soft exhale, and his shoulders properly relaxed. Wrecker tightened his arms reassuringly.

“Don’t want to get reassigned,” muttered Hunter reluctantly.

“Huh?”

“What if… what if I get reassigned?” Hunter asked, not of Wrecker – just a searching question, one he didn’t expect to be answered. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll be on my own again.”

Wrecker petted Hunter’s hair softly, like he had seen Crosshair do when he thought no-one was watching. “You think if you an’ Cross keep fightin’ you’ll get reassigned?”

“Well they’re not going to reassign him,” said Hunter bitterly.

Wrecker chuckled. “True. Cross fights with everyone.”

Hesitantly Hunter folded his free arm – the one not holding the cold-pack to his lip – around Wrecker’s waist. His head grew heavier on Wrecker’s shoulder.

“See? Hugs aren’t so bad,” joked Wrecker, jostling Hunter just a little.

“Don’t want to get used to it,” came Hunter’s voice, muffled against Wrecker’s collar.

Now it was Wrecker’s turn to go still. He squeezed Hunter tightly, drawing a protesting grunt from the smaller boy.

“Don’t worry, vod.”

Hunter’s head jerked up at the mando’a word which fell so easily from Wrecker’s lips.

“What did you say?” he said, disbelief and longing warring in the wobble of his voice.

Wrecker leaned back and grinned, not unkindly, at Hunter’s surprise. “Vod’ika,” he teased. “Never thought I’d get to say that! Thought I was always gonna be the youngest!” Beaming, he released Hunter and clambered to his feet, offering his hand. “C’mon. We should get your lip looked at. Looks like it ain’t gonna heal up on its own.”

Hunter reached out and took Wrecker’s hand, letting the bigger boy haul him to his feet whilst keeping the ice-pack on his lip. It still throbbed, but at least the cold had numbed it a bit.

“I don’t need you to do this,” he said defensively. “I can look after myself.”

“Well, sure.” Wrecker sounded puzzled. “All of us can. Don’t mean I can’t look out for you too.”

Hunter peered up at him cautiously from behind the curtain of his hair. Then he leaned his shoulder into Wrecker’s chest, the slightest touch. Wrecker took the prompt and draped a single arm over Hunter’s shoulders. The hug was looser than before, but his mouth curled in a smile at Hunter tentatively inviting it.

“Don’t worry about Cross. He’ll get used to you.”

“If he hits me like that again I’m gonna break his hands.”

Snorting a laugh, Wrecker guided the smaller cadet out of the freshers at last. “Sure you are Hunter,” he smiled. “Sure you are.”

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday14 #blood-stained tiles #badthingshappenbingo #ice pack #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #cadet batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrekcer

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injuryprompts · 1 year

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Injury Prompt #1085

Knocked out with a rifle butt

#hurt #injuries #injury #injury prompt #Injury prompts #injury whump #prompt #prompts #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump tropes #writer's block #writing inspiration #writing prompt #writing prompts

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nsfwordwitch · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 30

Prompt: Bondage

Pairing: Gale x agender halfling Tav

1085 Words

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It's been years since Thistle has tied anyone up, or been tied up themself. It was once a completely mundane part of their sex life, with Maurice (stage name: The Great Escape-o!), and then an occasional one with Deglund, though in that case, Thistle was always the one in rope. Now, in Gale's real bed at his home in Waterdeep, Thistle is finding that tying up one's lover is something one's body remembers how to do, even if one's mind has grown unsure.

"Are you comfortable?" Thistle asks.

Gale squirms. "Is discomfort not the point?"

"A little. But if anything is too tight, or bent the wrong way, it can cause damage, so please tell me if you experience any pain."

"I understand, my blossom, thank you. Everything is fine." Gale's smile is warm, and there's excitement in his eyes.

"Good." Thistle puts a hand into Gale's, tied behind his back, and he squeezes it in reassurance. "Don't hesitate to tell me if you need something to change."

"I won't."

"Do you want me to tell you what I have in mind, or would you rather it be a surprise?"

Gale takes a shaky breath. "Surprise me."

"And you can always tell me to stop."

"My beloved, I know that, but I don't plan to."

Thistle takes a sharp breath, and Gale grins at them. "Okay," Thistle breathes. Their eyes sweep Gale's body, checking the bonds at his wrists, knees and ankles, yes, but drinking in the sight of him, too. He's bent at the hips, his legs pulled toward his chest, and his cheek is pressed to the bedspread.

Thistle rubs a hand on Gale's hip, lets their hand wander down and between his cheeks. Gale gasps and tries to open for Thistle, but with his legs bound all he does is wriggle. When Thistle's fingers tease at his entrance, he whines and turns his face to the bed, and a fire burns in Thistle's belly.

"Thistle," Gale says, and no other words come, he just moans again as Thistle draws a slow circle against him. Thistle takes back their hand and crawls over to Gale's head. They comb their fingers through his hair and he sighs. They press a thumb to his lower lip and he opens his mouth, eager for what he knows is coming. Thistle's cock goes into Gale's mouth and he moans around it. He closes his lips and Thistle starts to thrust, fucking Gale's face but slowly; for their pleasure, certainly, but more than that, to draw out the little sounds from Gale that make their head spin. They feel Gale's tongue on the side of their shaft, working hungrily against it.

For a moment, Thistle closes their eyes and gets lost in the pleasure of Gale taking them into his beautiful mouth. Then, they extract, smiling at the look of loss in Gale's eyes. They move lower on his body, and press on his hip to roll him further onto his back, his hands resting on a pillow. He looks down at them, no doubt eager to see what they intend to do next.

Thistle traces the skin bordering the rope just below Gale's knees, then draws their fingers up his thighs to his erection. It thrills them to see it, Gale's body aching for Thistle's touch, excited to be tied up and displayed for them. They wet their thumb and forefinger in their mouth and wrap their hand around Gale's cock.

He gasps and writhes beneath them. "Thistle, I thought…"

Thistle strokes Gale slowly, circling his head with their thumb. "Yes, Gale?"

"I thought you were just going to…take your pleasure from me."

"I am taking my pleasure, Gale." They pause. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please…continue. Ah–"

Thistle's hand resumes stroking Gale, and he bucks into it. "Gale. Your pleasure is my pleasure. You have given me the gift of free reign over your body, and this is how I choose to use it. To make you feel good."

Gale tosses his shoulders around. "My darling. I would…let me touch you, please."

Thistle puts their free hand behind Gale's back and into his grasp, and he holds them tight. Thistle continues to stroke him, Gale thrusting into their hand. He comes with a cry, and Thistle leans over to place a kiss on his hip bone. They look at Gale, his panting, slumping form, and desire rises in them like a serpent.

"Would you like to stop, now?" they ask, still holding his hands, "Or may I continue?"

"Continue," Gale says desperately. "Gods, please, continue."

Thistle presses their tongue between their lips, exposing their metal stud, and smiles. "On your knees, please, Gale."

Thistle helps Gale up, and positions themself behind him. With his legs still bound, Gale's balance is questionable, but Thistle takes his hips firmly in their grasp. They crouch behind him and place their open mouth just above his hole, and let saliva drip down, covering it, making it slick. Gale shudders, and Thistle stands back up. They align their cock with his entrance and press in.

Gale moans into his pillow and Thistle takes a deep breath. They could come right now if they wanted, but they want to take their time. Give Gale something to think about. They roll their hips, finding new places in Gale to thrust against, making him cry out in pleasure.

"Thistle," Gale moans, "keep going, please, stay inside me."

"Gale," Thistle breathes, "yes Gale, I will."

Thistle's closes their eyes and tries to feel everything. Their thighs meeting Gale's backside, their fingers digging into his hips, the sweat on their neck. They feel Gale rocking back against them and they hum, trying not to go over the edge. They see Gale's hands squirming against his back, and they release one hip to hold them.

"I'm close, Gale."

"Yes, my love, please, please finish."

Thistle sighs and holds his hands tightly while they speed up. They come inside him with a stuttering moan and lean against him.

"Let me get these," they say, and untie the rope at his wrists. Gale eases his arms forward and he and Thistle flip him onto his back.

"Come here, please," Gale says, and Thistle obeys. They fall against his chest and into his embrace, burying their nose in his chest. "My perfect, beautiful blossom."

Thistle smiles, embarrassed as always by his praise. They press their face to his skin, in the scarred place above his heart. "My Gale."

#r-18 #baldur's gate 3 #kinktober 2023 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale baldur's gate 3 #oc thistle

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em-writes-stuff · 7 months

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Flufftober + Whumptober day 6

prompts: sharing clothes (alt. 3) + "It should've been me"

1085 words

warnings: cursing, self-sacrifice, nearly being crushed to death

characters: emberly drewitt, nyks fyre, echo song

Emberly rolls over and opens her eyes. She shoots up, kicking the blanket off of her. “Evie?”

She lifts up Evangeline’s blanket and shakes her head, “No, no, no.” she lets go of the blanket and shakes Nyks awake. “Did you hear Evie leave? I can’t find her.”

Nyks blinks a few times and sits up. They rub their eyes and yawn, “I’m sure she’s just…she probably woke up early and went to the river or something. We can go look for her if you want.”

Emberly pulls Nyks to her feet and tosses them her cloak. “I want.”

Nyks pulls it over her head and tries to ignore Emberly’s smell enveloping her. “Let’s wake Echo up first, don’t want him waking up to an empty campsite. Why don’t you go check the river and see if she’s there, alright?”

Emberly nods anxiously and bites her cheek. “You’re probably right, I’m sure she left to let us sleep.”

Nyks smiles reassuringly and squats down to wake Echo up. They put a hand on its shoulder and he inhales sharply, rolling onto his back and opening his eyes. “What?”

She pulls her hand back and purses their lips, “Evangeline’s missing. Emberly went to check the river, but I don’t know if she’ll find her.”

“Because you let her sacrifice herself,” Echo says. He tilts his head and crosses his legs. “Right?”

“What? No, why would you think that?” Nyks stutters. “I would never let her do that.”

Echo scoffs and leans forward, “I wasn’t sleeping. Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” he says, noticing Nyks’ face quickly losing color. “It was the only way to get the compass.” he stands up and folds its blanket. “You did get the compass, didn’t you?”

“Of course I got the fucking compass,” they snap, holding it up to him. She waits until he looks away from it before pocketing it in the cloak’s pocket. “I’m not stupid.”

He stuffs the blanket into his bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Do you want to tell her? Or do we pretend like we’ll find her?”

Nyks puffs their cheeks and bobs her head, “I mean…is it a terrible thing to do if we keep it from her? Evangeline was her sister. Telling her that she left?”

“Don’t ask me to make it easier for you to keep it from her,” Echo says. “You let her leave, you decide.” he stomps out the fire and throws sand over the embers. “I’ll stick with whatever you tell her, but you have to stick to it too.”

Nyks kicks the ground and grumbles, “I hate you.”

Loud footsteps come their way and moments after hearing them, Emberly comes into sight. She stands with her hands on her knees, panting.

“I didn’t find her. Do you think she’s in any trouble? I mean, she’s run off before but never without any warning.” she stands up and paces around the clearing, “I just…don’t know what to do. She’s the worrier, not me.”

Nyks walks up to her and puts their hand on her shoulder, “Do you want to wait for today and see if she comes back?”

Emberly nods and takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. Right?”

“She’ll show up,” Echo says as he awkwardly pats her shoulder.

“But you guys should head back to Nanefig. I know you need to get back, Nyks. I’ll be alright here.”

Echo glares at Nyks, trying to force her to stay with Emberly, but all they do is force a smile and pack her bag. “Are you sure?” she asks, “We can stay with you, at least an hour.”

Emberly nods and packs up her sleeping mat. “I’ll find a way to manage. If I can get my cloak back.”

Nyks blinks a few times before realizing that they’re still wearing her cloak. “Right,” she says, pulling it over her head. “Of course.”

The compass falls out of the pocket and Nyks rushes to pick it up. “Sorry about that, it’s just a little…keepsake.” She says, wrapping the leather strap around the gold. “It’s nothing.”

“Is that the compass?” Emberly asks. She reaches out to it and takes it from Nyks’ hand. “The compass we were going to wait to get because it was going to cost a life?”

Nyks keeps hold of the compass, gently keeping a tight grip on the small object. “It’s a compass, yes. But it’s my grandfather’s, passed down through my mother.”

“No,” Emberly says, inspecting the engraving on the compass. “This says ‘pick a foe to exchange in order to know where to go.’ You fucking traded my sister for this thing?” she shouts.

Around them, the plants start to shake. Flower buds close back up and branches pull away from the clearing.

“Emberly…” Echo says, backing out of the clearing. “Why don’t you take a few deep breaths?” He crosses his arms in front of him and shelters behind a tree. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but some of these branches are already rotting.”

She ignores it. Advancing toward Nyks, she holds the compass out to them and drops it. “You fucking sacrificed my sister for this hunk of metal?” she shouts. “My fucking sister!”

A branch falls, barely avoiding Nyks. Echo squeaks and pulls further behind the tree. Nyks takes the compass from Emberly and tucks it into her inner shirt pocket.

“I had to do something to get it! This is the only thing that’s getting me out of Nanefig! The only thing that makes their deaths worth it.” she shouts back. “I didn’t make her do it, didn’t even ask her to. She told me she was dying and this would be her one good act.”

Emberly snaps back and the branches stop shaking. “What do you mean, dying?” she whispers. “She isn’t dying. She’s fine.”

Echo steps back into the clearing and clears its throat, “She wasn’t. Something was…tearing her apart from the inside out. Like…no matter what she did, she was dying. And there was nothing I could do to help.”

“I was going to do it,” Emberly says, still whispering. “It should’ve been me.”

Nyks and Echo share a glance and they stand in silence, waiting for Emberly to do something, waiting for her to do anything. But she stands there, staring at the freshly fallen branch in front of her.

She inhales sharply and nods, “We should head out, Nanefig is a few days away still.”

#flufftober2023 #whumptober2023 #flufftober #whumptober #it should've been me #wearing each other's clothes #echo song #emberly drewitt #nyks fyre #not to tag with ocs but #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing

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Wordcount: 13 Sept 2023

Big day today!

What If (TOW): 2244

Legion ACG (FNV): 4663

Kinktober prompt: 1076 and complete

IGB (original): 1085

Fannish50 editing: 2583

FAFO editing: 631

Farm AU editing: 1331

Also today: as previously posted, sewed a whole lot of stuff together.

Total for today: 13,613

total for Sept: 116,141

Total for 2023: 2,419,410

#laridian writes #wordcount

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ironbornsource · 1 year

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and every day we look out at the sea by demisms Rated: General Audiences Words: 1085 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Characters: Asha Greyjoy & Balon Greyjoy Summary: [Written for the prompt:] Any interaction between them. I just find it really interesting that someone as traditional as Balon decided to raise his daughter as his heir after losing his sons.

A conversation (barely) between Asha and her father in the fresh aftermath of the Greyjoy rebellion that just hits so hard. This is an incredibly interesting and poignant look not just at Asha's relationship with her father but also at Balon in the aftermath of the rebellion. The portrayals here are somewhat unique, especially of Balon - not only is Asha not his proffered child all along, as often is the case in fics about the Greyjoy children's childhoods, but it acknowledges that maybe, just maybe, Balon had seen Theon very much as his son before he was taken away, that it was the separation as well as Balon's (surprise!) very human grief for the children he lost that had hardened his heart against the young man who returns to him years later. This piece is excellent in themes and stunning in execution.

#fic rec #fic #fic rec friday #balon greyjoy #asha greyjoy #house greyjoy #asoiaf

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elliewiltarwyn · 8 months

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FFXIV Write 2023 | Prompt #3: Free Day

I decided to run with something I've been feeling real hard lately.

3. Exhaustion (1085 words)

“Well I’ll be damned. Caffeine really doesn’t work on her.”

Mia looks at Krile with a raised eyebrow and shrugs helplessly as they stand before Ellie’s body, sprawled over the table with her fingers barely hanging on to the handle of her thick coffee mug, a bit of drool trailing from the corner of her mouth onto the table surface. “Did you…call me here so I can carry her to bed?” It was late enough that Mia had been trying to sleep when Krile had called on her, but admittedly, anxieties about the day to come had been keeping her eyes forcibly open.

“I know it’s going to be difficult, but Tataru and I certainly don’t have enough leverage to do so.” Krile looks up at her with a sad smile. “And she certainly shouldn’t be sleeping like this on the eve of an important job.”

“No, but…” Mia’s no slouch in the muscle department herself as a free paladin, but… Ellie is a Roegadyn, and strong enough to wear dark knight gear that likely weighs twice as much as Mia. She is not at all confident she’ll meet with any success.

“Come now, Mia, I’ve seen the way you look at her; you can’t tell me you haven’t wished for Ellie’s full weight upon you.”

Mia’s face immediately explodes into blazing flames. “K-Krile! Fury’s sake!”

Krile’s bright laughter is slightly too loud and the woman draped across the tabletop is roused somewhat from her deep slumber, and Ellie’s eyes slowly flutter half-open and stare vaguely in Mia’s general direction. “M…Mia? Krile…?”

“Hey, Ellie,” Mia says quickly, forcing a smile onto her face and trying to act like she hadn’t just been completely destroyed by Krile’s sharp insight. “Were you really planning on sleeping here tonight, like this?”

“S’comfy enough.”

“Perhaps, but you really would do better in your own bed,” Krile says gently, reaching up and patting Ellie’s knee. Ellie’s face twitches as her eyes try to focus on Mia’s, and Mia feels her face resolutely determined to keep growing warmer, which is immensely frustrating. “Don’t suppose we can trouble you to move there yourself? For your own health, you understand.”

“Nah. M’good here.” Ellie rolls her head and presses her face directly into the tabletop. “It’d take energy to go to real bed. ‘M conserving m’energy.”

“And when you wake up with a crick in your neck, all that energy will be spent anyway,” Mia sighs, and she crouches down beside the chair and begins to gently lift Ellie’s arm to wrap around her own shoulders. “Here, lean on me. I’ll walk you there. It’ll be a lot comfier, trust me.”

“Walking’s harrrrd,” Ellie whines, but she lets Mia pull her somewhat upward and lift her from the chair. As she slowly rises to stand with Ellie’s arm held tightly by the wrist, and Ellie’s head lolling against the top of her own, Mia’s at least relieved she doesn’t have to try to…carry her on her back, or bridal-carry her, or whatever it was Krile had in mind.

“It’s easier when you lean on me, I promise,” she says with a soft smile, squeezing Ellie’s torso with her other arm.

“Still hard, though.” Ellie sniffs. “Everything just…feels so hard right now.”

“You’ll feel better with proper sleep, Ellie,” says Krile, flitting about the two of them with a strangely nervous air. “Come now, with Mia’s help, you’ll be there before you know it.”

“Will I?”

Mia frowns up at her as they walk, somewhat limply, down the hall to their private rooms in the Rising Stones. “What, you don’t trust me?”

“‘Course I do,” Ellie mumbles. She emphasizes this point by nuzzling her cheek against the top of Mia’s head, and by this point Mia’s certain the color of her cheeks matches the color of Ellie’s hair—deeply, strikingly red. “Trust you more’n anyone. But ‘tween the Archons… and this weird crystal guy we’re tryna meet… and Elidibus beating the shite out of me with Zenos’s corpse… ‘n the warfront, and Black Rose…” Ellie sniffs again and a small salty droplet hits Mia’s cheek, shocking her. “Dunno that sleep will help. S’too much. S’all too godsdamn much.”

Mia’s heart suffers a crack as a sob wrenches forth from Ellie’s throat. “Krile, Mia—I’m so, so fucking tired.”

Krile’s face immediately softens and she bites her lip, wrings her hands… and they reach the door to Ellie’s room, so she occupies herself with pulling it open. “I know, Ellie,” she says quietly. “We know. It’s okay. Just get some good rest, and you’ll feel better in the morning. I promise.” She glances up at Mia and gestures inward, allowing her to proceed without any further interjections from her.

Mia hauls the tall Roegadyn woman over to the cot on the far side of the room, unmade and blankets tossed every which way. Her heart, more than Ellie’s weight, is heavy like a stone, because Halone knows the same things have been on Mia’s mind. It doesn’t grow any lighter as she carefully lays Ellie down on the mattress and pulls the blankets around, straightening them out, and then carefully draws them over Ellie’s huge frame.

And as her hand withdraws, Ellie suddenly grabs it, startling her. “‘M so exhausted, Mia.”

Mia looks down at the face of the woman she’s slowly beginning to admit she’s falling for, her chest tightening in understanding. “I know. You have some time to rest easy, though. Make good use of it.”

“...I do?” Ellie murmurs, quieter, more uncertain than Mia’s ever heard her.

“You do,” she whispers, her lips curling into a sad smile. “We’ll be at it again soon enough… but for now, rest, and sleep, and dream as much as you need.” She gives Ellie’s fingers a soft squeeze, then lifts her hand to the Roegadyn’s bangs and gently brushes them out of her eyes. “We’ll come get you when it’s time… but not a moment before.”

“...promise?”

“Pinky swear, El.” Mia stifles a sniffle as she leans over and gently presses her lips to Ellie’s forehead. “Sleep well… and dream of something nice.”

“...something like you,” Ellie mumbles absentmindedly as her eyes flutter shut and her hand lies flat on top of her blankets. “Your…face is nice. Cute ‘n nice.”

Mia suddenly finds it very difficult to breathe, but she smiles, gives Ellie’s shoulder a soft squeeze, and then retreats to Krile’s knowing grin at the door, leaving her dearest friend to sleep the exhaustion away.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #my fanfiction #ellie will not remember a word of this in the morning but mia sure as hell will #dunno what the rest of the prompts are gonna be like so im gonna work in fluff when i can hehe

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arizonapoppy · 1 year

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I posted 3,759 times in 2022

That's 1,166 more posts than 2021!

149 posts created (4%)

3,610 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dragonfly-wings1

@raksh-writes

@gellalaer

@kippurbird

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I tagged 1,676 of my posts in 2022

#tolkien - 356 posts

#fic recs - 119 posts

#bts fanfic - 84 posts

#lotr - 84 posts

#signal boost - 77 posts

#mcu - 66 posts

#writer encouragement - 65 posts

#fandom is for fun - 43 posts

#star wars fanfic - 42 posts

#saving for future reference - 40 posts

Longest Tag: 116 characters

#i've actually pretty much stopped leaving comments or reblogging other works because i so rarely get feedback myself

My Top Posts in 2022:

Solitude

A Mischief Managed ficlet

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Jimin & Reader

Words: 1k

Rating: G

Genre: Angst, bestFriends!AU, nonIdol!AU

Summary: In a new town with a good job, you realize your loneliness without your best friend Jimin

Warnings: Not the usual fluff; off-screen!Jimin

Read it on AO3

Taglist: @cutechim @hannahbee12719 @reliablemitten @seokjinger-ale @sunshinerainbowsbts

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Ticket, Please

A Mischief Managed story

What? More Mischief? I’m popping in from my social media break to let my BTS followers know there’s another episode of Mischief Managed posted on Ao3, thanks to a thirst session with @hannahbee12719 & @seokjinger-ale that turned into a prompt.

Pairing: Jimin & Reader

Words: 2.1k

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff, crack, humor, bestFriends!AU, nonIdol!AU

Summary: You and Jimin will do anything to watch the new X-Men movie

Warnings: Do not try this at home- breaking & entering, attempt to defraud

Read it on AO3

And while you’re here, would you be interested in some of my other BTS stories? With all that’s going on right now, we really need the comfort of fluff.

And if fluff isn’t your thing (but I still really encourage you to give it a try), you might be interested in this little tidbit of smut, which has somehow become the third most popular thing I’ve ever written. I knew we’re all horny bitches (affectionate), but it’s been jaw-dropping to see its stats versus everything else I’ve done in my life.

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We did it!

200 Thryce stories on Ao3!

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Pancake My Eyes Off Of You

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Words: 1085

Summary: You and your friend Seokjin go out for your regular Saturday morning breakfast. A chance comment breaks your status quo.

Warnings: Bad puns

Also on Ao3

A/N: Thank you to @hannahbee12719 for the prompt! Five squares down.

Send me a prompt with a pairing!

“Another successful morning garage-sailing!” Seokjin whistles as he unlocks the van carrying all your assembled purchases.

“Don’t you mean junking?”

He assumes a hurt expression. “How can you call all this wonderful loot junk?”

You sigh as you buckle your seatbelt. “I’m just glad when it’s done being clutter in my garage.”

Seokjin reaches across the emergency break to pat your hand. “Admit it, you enjoy the thrill of the find.”

He had a point. Your mutual side hustle, Worldwide Hand-Me-Downs, did provide an outlet for your love of nostalgia. You just hadn’t expected it to take over your Saturday mornings. “I’ll be happy once we have breakfast,” you grumble. “And more coffee.”

Smiling, Seokjin points the van in the direction of the your favorite diner.

You sigh as he takes the back roads to the diner. “Why do you always take the back roads? It’s faster to take the freeway.”

Shaking his head, he demurs. “But there are fewer traffic lights.”

You bite your tongue as you stare out the window at the passing scenery. Driver’s choice, you suppose. Even though you had driven both ways and timed them just to prove you were right.

The end goal of all your Saturday garage-sailing expeditions is soon in sight (although you could have been there three minutes sooner if Seokjin had just gone your way), and with a blissful sigh, you slide into the booth opposite Seokjin. He carefully turns both the coffee cups up on their saucers. You don’t need to look at the menu, since you know what you want, but Seokjin studies his as if he hadn’t been coming here almost every Saturday for ages. You smile as his dark messy hair droops over his forehead as he turns the pages. His bangs are getting long. Should you remind him to get a haircut?

“Good morning,” your server chirps, as she pours coffee in your cups. She drops off a little pot of half and half, too, which Seokjin wordlessly pushes toward you. “Do you know what you want, or should I come back?”

“I’ll have the veggie omelette, bacon, and a side of hash browns, crispy on top, please?”

The server nods. “You got it!”

Seokjin shakes his hair out of his face as he tries to decide. “Can I have the short stack, link sausage, and the fruit cup please?” he finally asks.

She finishes writing your order. “I’ll get this put in.”

After she leaves, you carefully pour the cream and sugar into your coffee, stirring to mix it into pale tan consistency.

“Would you like a little coffee with your sugar?” Seokjin teases you.

You tap the spoon against the lip so as not to waste a single drop of blessed caffeine. “Not everyone can stand their coffee as black as your heart.”

He clutches his chest as if he’s been mortally wounded. Straightening his face, Seokjin changes the topic of conversation to the plot developments of the latest popular streaming series. “Can you believe what the writers did? What were they thinking? Clearly it should have gone the other way.”

Nodding your agreement, you gesticulate wildly with your spoon, because you would have improved on that chase scene, if only they had consulted you. Seokjin chimes in with supporting additional details of the proposed rewrites.

By the time your food arrives, between the two of you, you have come up with a much better directors’ cut. You and Seokjin scurry to move the cups aside to make room for the food as your server unloads plate after plate. Glasses of orange juice and milk are followed by Seokjin’s pancakes. She sets the breakfast potatoes at Seokjin’s place.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hiya Poppy, for your romantic cliche bingo, could I request something for "The Dork and the Jock?" I'd love to see what you can do with this one! 💕

Take Me Out

Pairing: Hoseok x female!Reader

Genre: Fluff, opposites attract, first meeting

Summary: You'd rather be playing a game than teaching, but then an office group from Bangtan Industries attends your club's Learn To Curl night.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, bad puns

Rating: T for alcohol consumption (to be safe, nothing else happens)

A/N: Thank you to Sunny for the prompt! I hope you like it! <3 Eight squares down.

Also on Ao3

“I said, I’ve finished counting out the shoe grippers.”

“Hmm? What?” Pulling your earbud out of your ear, you look up to find your friend Seokjin standing next to you. Clutching your chest, you chastise him: “You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that!”

Seokjin shakes his finger at you. “It wouldn’t have been a problem if you weren’t lost to the world listening to the latest curling podcast.”

You splutter. “How’d you know I was listening to curling podcasts?”

“I didn’t,” he smirks. “Lucky guess.”

Rolling your eyes, you go back to counting out the broom handles and checking their brightly colored brush pads. “How many are we expecting tonight?”

“Full house,” Seokjin replies as reaches into the bin closest to him and begins inspecting brooms.

Learn to Curl Nights are always hectic at the curling club. But it’s extra busy in Olympic years, when suddenly people who look ordinary are on the tv playing for Olympics medals. Shuffleboard on ice, how hard could it be?

You have a lot of bruised tailbones and sore shoulders to contradict them.

“Lucky us,” Seokjin quips. “We’ve got one of the corporate team building groups.”

Pursing your lips, you contemplate your teaching partner’s revelation. This could go one of two ways: scowling grumps upset at “mandatory fun” organized by an out-of-touch boss, or a really wild office with terrifyingly high morale.

Even if you get the challenging first group, you still enjoy teaching. They might be hard nuts to crack, but eventually the enthusiasm is contagious. The smiles when someone manages to get their stone most of the way down the ice make it all worthwhile. It’s also a good opportunity for the club to recruit; you, Seokjin, and the other volunteer teachers are the first line of scouts for new players.

The evening starts in the club’s general purpose room with a brief welcome and introduction from the club president, Namjoon, and then everyone troops downstairs to the ice. You help people find the right size shoe grippers and a broom. When each person is set, you make your way over to the furthest sheet where Seokjin and the office party are waiting.

Watching at a distance, they’re already pretty animated. “Wooo!” yells one woman in a bright red jacket, waving her arms over her head. She almost loses her balance, but recovers just in time. A man in a hockey jersey says something you can’t hear at that distance, and the entire group breaks up laughing.

Looks like you have the office with terrifyingly high morale.

All right, they want a wild time, you’ll give them the full experience. Kicking off with your back foot, you slide in and swish to a stop in front of them, broom carefully tucked under your arm, just to be extra.

“And here’s my esteemed Co-Teacher,” Seokjin crows. “The fun can begin!”

Cheerfully, you wave to the group and introduce yourself.

“We all work for Bangtan Industries,” explains their boss, as they take turns introducing themselves. Going down the line, they are an office crew from central casting, representing all walks of life, genders, and office roles.

The last person to speak is a man who has been quiet up until now. Taking his measure, does he even want to be here? Sometimes groups have a holdout determined not to have fun. He has a reserved yet confident air, wearing loose clothing and a knit hat with black bangs peeking out. But then he smiles and it’s like a spotlight shines. His dark eyes crinkle around his button nose. “My name’s Hoseok,” he says. “I’m really excited to learn to curl!”

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