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vintagepascal · 11 months

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alfajores

AN - the poll I put up the other day won out with fluffy pedro/reader and I'm working on a request I got for it but it's taking me a hot sec, so have this one that I already have written to hold you over :) hope you enjoy!

word count - 2,900+

rating - teen

content warnings - no warnings, just fluff!

summary - you decide to surprise pedro for his birthday on set with some help from bella (ao3 link if you prefer, it's titled pedrito over there :) )

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you worry too much

You hit send, tucking your phone quickly between your thighs as you tried to relax, eyes trained on the window outside as the plane started to pull back from the jetbridge. You were never much of a liar, but you hoped desperately that you could pull this one off somehow.

Your phone buzzed. A text from Pedro, no doubt.

Mi amor, that’ll be four shifts this week. You need a break :(

You couldn’t help the smile that it brought to your face, knowing that he had no idea that you’d be seeing him so soon.

I’ll survive. Busy is good. Now go film some cool shit, tell Bella I said hi. I’ll text when I can. I love you

Love you more. and no hi for Bella, they ate all my bday cookies.

You chuckled to yourself and quickly clicked your phone over to airplane mode. You’d paid for the inflight wifi so he wouldn’t suspect anything if he happened to have enough breaks in filming to text you - he was a worrier at heart, especially when it came to those he loved, and an undelivered text would be enough to put him into a panic.

With everything set into motion, you settled back into your seat and reviewed the plan.

You’d had it in the works for a month. All behind the scenes of course, but you’d gotten everyone in on it that you could. Neil, Craig, Bella, Gabriel - anyone who would be around set. The filming schedule was insane, but you knew that they’d want Pedro’s birthday to be special, especially since he wasn’t able to come home and spend it with you.

In the years that you’d been dating, you had learned he loved a good surprise, though he would never admit it. And even more so, he would never, ever , let anyone make a big deal out of things for him. Even if he played it off for the press about loving the attention, when it came to those close to him he would much rather celebrate those around him than be the one in the spotlight.

It was no surprise that they were one hundred percent on board with throwing a bit of a surprise party, with you being the main surprise. The next part of the plan was simple - getting a few days off work had been easy enough, considering Pedro had insisted that you went part time and only worked when you wanted to once he landed another job. It was a luxury that you allowed, considering it meant you got to spend so much more time with him when he was off filming, and even go on the occasional press tour with him.

Once the flight was booked and everything else had been arranged, the hard part came - keeping the love of your life in the dark. Pedro was the type of person that you wanted to tell everything to. From the simple things, like the dog in the rain boots that you’d seen on 2nd avenue that morning, to how much you wished you could be together all the time - any thought you had flowed off your tongue so easily to him. He was your safe space, and you were his, which was a cornerstone of your relationship from day one.

Thank god you’d only finalized your plan a few weeks ago, or you weren’t sure you would have made it.

As a cover up, you found a highly rated South American bakery in Vancouver to send some of his favorite cookies and sweets to set, just like the ones his mom used to make when he was young. You sent some flowers too - hydrangeas, spray roses, gerberas - something to warm up the cold Vancouver set he’d been dealing with. He’d called you that morning from hair and makeup, so grateful and excited. You’d promised him there was more to come when you could see him in person, which he thought was in three long weeks when there was a small break in scheduling for something Bella needed to do back in London. That seemed to be enough of a birthday present from afar to satisfy him.

You hoped he was still in the dark as you watched the small plane flit across your screen, taking you mile by mile closer to him.

It was a long flight from New York to Vancouver. You spent the majority of the time doing something you didn’t get to do often on flights - watch something Pedro was in. Majority of the time, if you were on a long haul, Pedro was right beside you and in his true almost 50 year old fashion, he’d break out his headphone splitter and want to watch something with you. You’d only recently got him to agree to airpods. Obviously, that meant anything he had been in was off limits, so you took the rare chance to go back and watch Narcos - you were only in season two, and you were loving how much screen time Pena was getting.

It made you smile hearing Pedro getting to show off in both Spanish and English - he’d taught you quite a bit in your relationship, and you caught quite a few words throughout the episodes that you recognized, though most of the time you were too busy watching him to pay much attention to anything else. God, you would never understand how you’d gotten so lucky.

Halfway through an episode, a text popped up on your phone.

This is gonna be so good dude, he is proper clueless.

You laughed as you read it in Bella’s voice. A picture came through next of them holding a small cookie and running away, with a blur that you assumed was Pedro in the back.

Also, pls send more alfajores before he kills me

By the looks of the photo, they were shooting outside of the city still, which was what you had planned for. Pedro had begun a habit of sending you a picture each morning of the set for the day, a way of keeping you involved from afar. It seemed to be the same beautiful landscape as earlier - you hoped he had been having a good day so far.

The rest of the flight went off without a hitch. You texted Pedro once, feigning that you were on break at work, unsurprised that he wasn’t able to answer right away, as you knew he was busy.

The excitement really started to set in when you touched down in Vancouver. You shot a text to Craig once you landed - it was 7pm local time, and you had about an hour and a half drive to get to set. To your surprise, the crew had insisted that you got the celebrity treatment by association, and had sent you a driver who met you outside of the airport and immediately got you on your way.

You made small talk with her until the first and only hiccup of the plan appeared - Pedro’s face popped up on your phone, an adorable picture of him from last summer on your vacation to Hawaii - an incoming facetime call. Of course. He usually called you in the evenings, but it wasn’t always a facetime. As much as it killed you, you let it ring through, waiting about five minutes until you returned it with a regular call.

“Hi mi amor , everything okay? You off work?” He picked up on the first ring.

“Yeah yeah, I’m good! I’ve got a headache so I took a shower and got straight in bed, sorry I didn’t pick up.” It felt so wrong to lie, but you knew it would pay off.

“Oh no cariño, did you take some medicine? Did the shower help? There’s some of that tea I made you last time in the cabinet still, in the purple box.”

“I’m fine love, just need some sleep is all. Guess it’s a good thing I’m not there to put a damper on your birthday fun,” you teased, grinning to yourself. Your driver let out a tiny chuckle that you caught in the rearview mirror.

“Wish you were here, headache or no headache,” he sighed. “I miss you.”

“Miss you more.”

“ Mentiras. ” He said. “Lies,” he translated when you didn’t contradict him. “I won’t keep you, just wanted to see your pretty face. We can talk in the morning when you feel better, okay? Call me if you need me. I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy birthday Pedro, I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Bye amor.”

You hung up, letting your head rest back and your heart flutter as the city began to fade away behind you.

One hour later, and you were frantically texting with Bella, attempting to find the best way to surprise Pedro as you arrived on set.

Have your driver drop you off by my trailer, and I’ll sneak you into production stage. Meet you there in five.

You relayed the message and sure enough, Bella came scurrying around the corner, practically tackling you in a hug once they found you. You’d met them the first time you came to set with Pedro, back in the beginning stages of production during some team bonding time, and you knew how important their relationship was to the both of them.

“Do you think he has any idea that I’m here?” You asked, following Bella as they led you around the back of a large temporary structure that you assumed was production stage.

“Not a single fucking clue. Craig and I have been playing it off all day long, talking about how fun it would be if you were here,” Bella grinned. “I think Neil is bringing out a cake, c’mon, we gotta hurry. He’s probably in his chair, just hang back and sneak up behind him.”

As you rounded the corner, you heard the hum of voices inside and noticed the chairs. Bella gave you a quick thumbs up and hurried around so they didn’t draw any attention to you, coming in from a different angle and taking their chair next to Pedro. You spotted Neil first, walking very carefully with a large chocolate cake alit with candles in the general direction of the chairs.

Crew began to gather around and you swung to the right so you could blend in but still see Pedro’s face as he realized what was happening. They all began to sing and you watched the adorable blush spread across his cheeks. Bella was filming beside him as he smiled and blew out his candles to the applause of all of the cast and crew - it warmed your heart to see so many people celebrating the man you loved.

They took the cake to a nearby table and began to cut it, passing Pedro his piece first. In all the noise, you seized your opportunity to sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing gently.

“Can I have a bite?”

His eyes blew wide as he craned his neck to try and see who was behind him. You leaned back to help him out, laughing at the pure shock on his face.

“What!? What the fuck are you doing here!? You’re in New York!” He discarded his cake to the side, roughly pushing his chair out of the way to get to you as he stood up all in one move, wrapping you up in his arms. You could vaguely hear applause somewhere behind you but you didn’t care. It felt too good to be in his arms after so many weeks, your brain didn’t have much space to process anything else.

When he finally loosened up it was only to kiss you softly twice on the lips, then once on the forehead before he leaned back and grinned at you.

“You sneaky little thing.”

“Guess I’m not in New York,” you teased, popping up on your tiptoes to kiss him one more time before you disentangled from him, leaning over to give Bella a fist bump.

“Oh you knew about this? Huh?” Pedro asked.

“Of course I knew about it, I’ve known for a month man!” Bella grinned.

“Oh you see if you make it through a single take tomorrow kid,” he threatened, but they were both laughing.

“Actually, as a birthday gift, tomorrow is a rest day. Everybody can thank Y/N for that one!” Craig announced, which was met with whooping and cheers from everyone, with a few yells of your name. Pedro pulled you up against his side.

“I assume that means you’re spending the night then, eh?”

“Nah, figured I’d just pop in for five minutes and then catch the next flight out,” you grinned, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m here for three days, two nights.”

“Not long enough. Never long enough, but I’ll take what I can get,” Pedro sighed, kissing your hair. “Now get some cake so we can go home.”

Home in Vancouver was a nice apartment that Pedro was renting downtown. After cake was had, final birthday wishes were given and hugs were distributed, Pedro changed back into his own clothes and led you to his rental - an Audi, of course. He opened the passenger door for you and climbed into the driver’s seat, holding your hand as he sped off of set and back towards the city.

It didn’t matter that you had just done this drive - he held the back of your hand up to his lips, pressing soft kisses there as he drove down the highway and you couldn’t have been more content.

“I cannot believe you’re here right now. I thought I wasn’t going to see you for weeks,” he said, shaking his head. He hadn’t stopped smiling since you had appeared behind him.

“I couldn’t leave you alone on your birthday,” you sighed, leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder. It was late New York time, and the adrenaline of the day was beginning to wear off now that you were with your man.

“You can sleep cariño, I’ll wake you up when we get there,” he murmured to you.

“No, no I'm okay,” you reassured him, but it was already garbled.

The next thing you felt were soft lips on your forehead.

“We’re here mi amor. C’mon, let's get you upstairs.”

He helped you out of the car, the lobby lights of the building helping to wake you up a bit as you made it to the elevator. The driver from earlier had put your suitcase in Pedro’s car, and he managed it with ease as well. You stayed tucked up to his side as you headed up to the top floor. He unlocked the door easily, keeping one arm wrapped around you even as you walked through the door, rolling your suitcase into the corner. He kicked off his boots and tossed his keys somewhere, and then he was scooping you up, making you squeal a bit when your feet left the floor.

“God you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you being here lately. I’ve missed you like crazy baby.” He carried you down the hallway and into the kitchen, sitting you down onto the counter. Without asking, he turned and made you a glass of ice water. “Drink. You’ve been on a plane all day.”

You listened to him, grateful for the cool liquid on your dry throat.

“I need to go get all this makeup off, but I’ll be ready for bed in five minutes. Meet you there?”

“I could go with you,” you offered, but your words were garbled by the long yawn that immediately followed. Pedro chuckled, kissing your nose.

“I don’t think I can hold you upright and wash all this grime off at the same time love. Go climb in bed. Stay awake for me, I’ll be there in just a minute,” he instructed, taking you by the hips and placing you on your feet. He didn’t let go until he was sure you were steady, and then he disappeared to the bathroom.

You didn’t even bother going for your suitcase. Instead, you moved to your boyfriend’s drawers, finding his old Lakers shirt. It smelled so much like him that it made you smile as you stripped out of everything but your underwear and pulled it on.

You climbed into bed, making yourself sit up so you wouldn’t fall back asleep as you listened to the water run in the bathroom, then turn off. Pedro was humming a song as he got ready, and you couldn’t help but grin when he emerged only a few minutes later in just his boxers, hair damp and a matching smile on his face.

He wasted no time in climbing into bed next to you, immediately reaching over and pulling you right up against him. His hands splayed out underneath your shirt, finding skin as he sighed, pressing his nose up to your neck and breathing you in.

“Ahh, mi deseo,” he breathed.

“Translate,” you whispered, eyes closed as you melted into him, trying to get your skin onto his everywhere that you could. It lit a familiar fire in you that began to burn deep.

“My wish,” he said. “I wished for you. Today, but also for so long.”

“I’m here. Right here,” you breathed, hands slotting into his hair. His fingers found purchase against your hips, pulling you over and on top of him.

“Happy birthday Pedrito.”

“Happy birthday to me,” he grinned, and got to work.

#my writing #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal writing #pedro pascal fluff #:)#hope you enjoy! my next one has some angst thrown in hehe #and im still working on my javi p one I just have the worst writers block of all time apparently lol #sorry the gif is shitty I threw it together in literally 5 minutes haha

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selarina · 19 days

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I have a suggestion! What are your thoughts on the reader helping high school kento build a birdhouse?

"You know one of these days you'll have to actually help, right?"

"I am helping," you frown as you stare at your nails. You're not really looking. It's merely a shield, a way to avert your eyes from his piercing eyes.

"You're..." His voice trails off as he lifts the cumbersome goggles up from his eyes, to see you perched on the marble slab. A figure so idle and bored-looking and yet, you make no means to contribute. "You're sitting.”

He seemed clearly frustrated, but you're who you are, and so you giggled.

"I am. I am sitting while providing you moral support. I’m the pretty view that will keep you from going insane over that birdhouse. There is beauty in this world, Nanami-san. There is joy,” you beam as you wrap up your speech.

"We don't have time for this. We need to submit this birdhouse by Monday," he sighs, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow. "That's only 3 more days."

“Oh, come on. We've got plenty of time," you say, waving off his concerns with a nonchalant flick of your hand.

But he's not easily swayed. "Plenty of time? We haven't even finished painting it, let alone adding the final touches. And we still need to figure out how to stabilise the roof so it doesn't collapse under the weight of the two birds."

You lean back on your hands, letting out a dramatic weary sigh. "Fine, Nanami-kun. If you're so worried, I'll try and help. But you have to promise me one thing."

He raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "What?"

"That you'll stop stressing out so much. It's just a birdhouse, not a spaceship," you tease, hoping to lighten the mood. "Oh, and that you'll buy me Mochi when we're done with an A+."

"I owe you nothing," he says, his arms crossed in defiance.

"Then I fear," you fake a frown. "I fear my legs just can't seem to reach the ground. You shall have to carry on without me." A tilt of your head, a pout on your lips. God, you're so annoying.

"I'll get you your Mochi," he concedes with a resigned shake of his head. "But only if we manage to finish this on time. And with an exemplary grade might I add."

"A+ and nothing less," you salute him as you hop off the counter. His eyes catch a glimpse of your skirt riding up before his eyes look away and move to the unfinished birdhouse.

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Your heavy eyes threatened to lull, but you fought against it, you've slept for far too long. And it doesn't help that Nanami's hands are moving in soothing patterns against your back. Up and down, and a circle. Up and down, and a circle.

Your gaze strains to lift up, avoiding any movement that might disturb his lying form. He's already awake, so there's no fear of rousing him awake with your movement. No, your concern lies elsewhere — You're worried about moving, and having to start the day, and having to leave his arms. This is far too comfortable a moment to leave.

Your eyes drift across the room and settle on the red cage in the corner of the room. The cage seems to look a lot more lonelier in the dull light of this cold morning.

“I think he’s sad,” you murmur.

Your gaze remains fixed on the bird inside the cage. The love bird, now singular, was formerly a pair as they usually come. It's a horrible fate, you can't help but think.

“Obviously," came his terse reply.

You don't say anything, letting the silence join you both, you moved your hands on his chest. You repeat the familiar pattern. Up and down, and a circle. Up and down, and a circle.

“Do you think that’ll happen to you if I leave,” you ask, moments later.

“You’re not leaving," he says, quickly.

"No," you countered softly yet insistently. "No, of course not. I only meant if—"

"No," he cut in, his voice firm and resolute. Though his demeanor remained calm— as it often did— you felt his hand tighten around your waist.

You decided not to press further then.

"I think we need to pay more attention to it than usual," you suggested, redirecting the conversation to the love bird. "Else it'll die."

"Maybe that's better," he mused.

"Don't be silly," you chide gently. "He'll be alright. It's only been a week."

A week later, the love bird passed away, succumbing to a broken heart, as the veterinarian confirmed.

Three years have passed since, and you find yourself thinking back to that morning. He's the one who's gone now, his body finding the same soil as the two love birds.

You suppose you're the one who has to answer now.

#this is some of my worst writing user patpatspatz i have to apologise 😭😭#i'm so rusty #and i've been having some of the worst writer's block help #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento x reader angst #jujustsu kaisen x reader angst #nanami kento x reader fluff #jujustsu kaisen x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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filurig · 2 months

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Worstguy evar

#oc #original character #sketch #doodle #pareidolia tag #oc: freddie #kind of in an art block momence rn (crying)#dis was made out of desparation to draw Something yesterday at least. Ermmm #illustration #i need to get back in the GROOVE!!!!!!!!#ive been writing scenes with freddie lately and he is just so worst but i love writing guys who are worst. its very fun

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leoluved · 2 years

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i may be a lil high 🤏 but the sinful scenario of making out with steven grant 👅. sitting on his couch, being on top of him, straddling his lap. tugging on his hair, kissing his neck 🥵 while he moans and whimpers your name 💀. softly sucking on his tongue...

late night run in

summary: a short lil drabble in which you get to kiss steven ;) warnings: slight smut. 18+, fem reader, lil steamy is all, making out, super short forgive me, anon i want whatever u were smoking, i loved this request, thank u!! word count: 543

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You ran your fingers through the frizzled curls atop Steven’s head. It had been a long day, for the both of you. It was supposed to be a nice venting session, a night to let out all of your negative emotions.

Somehow, the two of you ended up on his couch, with you straddling his lap and pressing soft kisses to his face.

Usually, your insecurities would've made you pull away by now, head home before anything got too far in. But something about the way Steven would chase after your lips when you pulled away for air made you lightheaded.

Not that you minded, Steven’s hands were gripped onto your hips so tightly, you were certain there would be bruising tomorrow morning.

You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and sighed contently into Steven’s mouth the second he took the hint. His hands moved down across the small of your back as he pulled you in just a little closer.

It took all the willpower Steven had not to grind you against him, though he’s sure you could feel himself against you. You did. And as soon as you felt him, you let out a soft gasp. Steven took the chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth once he did. Bringing his hand to the back of your neck to steady himself to you.

You tried to fight back a muffled giggle to no avail. Once Steven found his rhythm you brought your lower half down onto him. You felt him stiffen but just continued to kiss him, each time more hungry. You grounded your hips down onto him once more, causing him to let out a deep groan from the back of his throat.

That was enough for you. Sucking sweetly on his tongue, you started to pull at the buttons on the collared shirt he had on on top of his t-shirt. Steven was just if not more eager to get you out of your tank top and jean shorts. But he refrained, instead letting his hands come up to fondle your chest.

You whined at him in response but let out a soft moan when his thumbs ran over your nipples. In response Steven pulled out your breasts, using his hand to continue touching you while he pressed his mouth to the other. You whimpered when you felt him gently tug on your nipple with his teeth.

You swiftly go to unbutton his pants but you fiddle with his belt. With a breathy laugh, Steven goes to unbuckle his belt and help you remove it. With ease, Steven places his hands underneath your thighs and starts to stand up. You hold onto his shoulders and bury your head into his neck. Sucking soft bruises onto his slightly sticky, tawny skin.

He smiles. Sets you down onto the bed and climbs over you. His kisses don’t cease, he’s gently running his hands over any exposed skin and whispering sweet things into your ear as he continues to undress you. It’s heaven. Once you’re fully undressed under him, he takes his time gazing over you. Brushing your hair out of your face he lets out a light chuckle.

“You’re so gorgeous. Let me take care of you, my love.”

#ive had the worst writers block its insane #this helped <3 #steven grant #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #moon knight imagine #steven grant x you #˚ . ☆ ⋆。˚ — my writing.

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gojonanami · 5 months

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Patiently waiting for emo boy choso (I say with my eye twitching) I NEED HIM BIBLICALLY OMG

well here’s a teaser :)

#choso kamo x reader #choso kamo smut #anyway lol #I’m still writing it rn #along like five million other things #I’m also having the worst case of writers block ever #sab [anons]#sab [asks]

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that-was-anticlimactic · 2 months

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will you pray for me when i'm gone?

Tachihara didn’t know when Tanizaki became Jun'ichiro or when Jun'ichiro became Jun, but suddenly Jun was the prayer he recited before falling asleep.

And suddenly, Tachihara knew the inside of Jun’s room better than his own—he could navigate his dorm even in the darkest of nights without the slightest bit of hesitation.

And now… now, here he was, watching Jun nervously tread through the tunnels as if he didn’t know what awaited him and his family.

[or, tachihara knows that jun is a terrorist, but his heart won't let him fully believe it]

❄️2,731 words | tanihara❄️

#corey writes:)#heyyyyyy #what a time #i've had writer's block for MONTHS UPON MONTHS and now i finish another fic!!! and i wrote most of it the past few days!!!#actually like super happy #writer's block is the WORST and i was feeling so defeated bc of it #anyways #bsd #bungou stray dogs #tanihara #tachizaki #bsd fanfic #tachihara michizou #tanizaki junichirou #that's all #i think i'm done with tagging #wow only two characters speak in this fic... that's wild bc usually i have like. a whole cast of characters iuhgfttgyhujikuhygv

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severedbananastranger · 3 months

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Alan Wake is a game about a guy going to hell for screaming at his wife.

#alan wake #alan wake american nightmare #gaming #alan wake 2 #ok thats not really what happened #so basically this guy has like the worst writer block ever #and he cant like write anymore #and so basically his wife plan a vacatio to this town that has a fuckass psychiatric clinic #to treat his proble but he doesnt know #so when he sees that his wife brought a typewriter to their vacation #he flips out & scream at her #oh yeah i forgot the wife had a phobia of darkness so when he left the cursed cabin #it got dark & then she fell to the lake & drowned #shit happened & then he managed to save his wife but got stucl at this place which is just like hell ithink....#you should just play the game #remedy

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steddiejudas · 7 months

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I just need a steddie smut scene where they’re at a party maybe or someone walks into the house when they’re right in the middle of fucking and they both have to cover each others mouths while they finish

#18+ minors dni #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #i would write this but i have literally the worst writers block nothing sounds good when i actually write it down

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lewmagoo · 27 days

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the way that i constantly beat myself up for not being able to post new writing. you’d think someone was holding a gun to my head threatening me to write 😭 like girl chill, it’s not that serious

#i think i’m gonna take an unofficial writing hiatus #just to take pressure off myself #i wish i could finish something but i have the worst creative block #and i think for as long as i’m in my current situation i’m going to have it #it’s sucked the life out of me and i can’t even do the things i enjoy. like writing

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tragidean · 1 year

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we really shouldn’t be doing this [17.1k] (ao3)

It doesn’t work.

Two hand jobs over a three-hour period and a newfound case of carpal tunnel later, and Castiel glares at Dean from across the kitchen table, like all of this is his fault. If anything, he deserves a medal for getting Castiel off as many times as he could on little to no sleep. Coffee doesn’t help; part of him wonders if a shot of adrenaline would, but the resulting crash would only send him right back where he started, leaving him with the only alternative—

Awkward breakfast conversations.

“I can’t believe you called her,” Dean mutters into his French toast. Castiel continues to stare at him, the furrowed lines in his brow threatening to become permanent. “Some things are private, Cas.”

“And it’s not working.” Castiel rubs his temples. The sleeves of his robe—a similar one, the fabric light blue instead of Dean’s gray—slides down his arms, revealing his wrists and the fingers Dean wants to feel on his tongue. “No matter how often we try, I’m still…” He lowers his voice. “I’m still aroused.”

Dean sighs and sets his fork down. “No, man, I… I get it. I mean, I don’t get it, but I…” Just stop talking. “I need coffee. You want coffee?”

“You have coffee.” Castiel grabs his wrist before he can make it to his feet. “Is this a chore to you?”

“What?” Dean fights to pull his hand away, but Castiel holds him still, his scowl growing even deeper. “Why would you think…”

“Dean,” Castiel says, and—of course he would think that. At the first sign of confrontation, Dean always attempts to deflect and avoid the conversation. This is no different—except now, it directly involves him, and he can’t escape. “You know I enjoy our talks.”

“Jesus Christ.” Kill me, kill me now. He hides behind his hands in the hopes that when he opens his eyes, that Castiel will be gone. No such luck. “Look, it’s… Do you think this is a mistake?”

Smooth, Winchester.

Castiel leans back in his chair, his hands sliding until they fall off the table and into his lap. Botox couldn't cure the creases in his forehead, now. “Are you doubting yourself?”

“No, I’m…” A breath. He runs his fingers through his hair. “We just got you back, man. I just got you back, and it’s… It’s been a hell of a few months, and now, we’ve just had sex three times in the last, what, four hours?” He laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t fuck on the first date, Cas. In fact, I haven’t fucked anyone at all in a while.”

Castiel’s glare eases as something dawns, something Dean doesn’t want to even think about. Life has a habit of slamming into him like a Mack truck, though. “You want this to mean something.”

“Yeah.” Dean bows his head. “Sex is… It’s always been an escape to me, a way to just… forget about the bullshit. For an hour or two, the hunts, Sam, my dad’s fucking voice in my head… none of it matters. But it’s never meant anything, y’know?” He scrubs his jaw. “I just got you back, and I… I don’t wanna lose you again, not because of some stupid curse.”

“Dean.” This time when Castiel says his name, it’s soft, imploring. He takes Dean’s hand, his palm still damp but his fingers so gentle, so kind. He presses Dean’s knuckles to his lips, and Dean’s heart threatens to burst. “Can I confide in you?”

Dean nods.

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#my writings #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #hello everyone i'm still alive!!#i'm just having the world's worst case of writer's block!!

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BOO killer and nightmare short oneshot jumpscare

ok you can have more killer and nightmare content.... as a treat (heavily out of canon I just wanted to mess with nightmare a bit)

“What the Hell are you holding?”

Killer shook the item. “A glass?”

Nightmare clapped his hands together, taking a deep inhale. “Right, well, I could see that-”

“Then why'd ya ask?” Killer interrupted, sauntering past him and over to the drink aisle of the shop they stood in.

Nightmare turned and followed his teammate, careful to avoid the unconscious shoppers and workers laying on the floor after their most recent attack.

“Well when I took you to one of the biggest shops in the Multiverse, I didn't expect the only thing you'd be interested in is a glass.”

Killer rolled his eyes, grabbing a bottle of wine off of the shelf and beginning to pour it as the cork came loose with a pop of his magic. “Get over it, Night, I-”

“Get over it?!” He yelled, snatching the glass out of Killer's hands and beginning to walk away. “The biggest shop in the Multiverse and you want a glass!”

“Hey, you can't blame me!” He yelled back, chasing after his Boss with the wine still in hand. “It's not as if this place has anything interesting to offer!”

Killer let out a small yelp as he fell backwards, glaring upwards at Nightmare who'd come to a stop in the middle of the aisle.

“NOTHING interesting?” He shouted in offence, whipping around to face Killer. “Dust would kill to be here and I mean that in a literal sense.” He paused, “No, sorry, that's a bit of a stretch. Dust would violently maim someone for the chance to be here, you know that?”

Killer raised a brow, watching as Nightmare raised the glass to his nose and sniffed it.

“Well, maybe you should've brought Dust along then.” He huffed.

Nightmare took a sip of the wine before spitting it back into the glass, looking down at his teammate.

“Why would I do that? He'd hate it here, the lights are too bright,” He huffed, throwing the glass over his shoulder as he turned and walked away.

Killer leapt upwards, sighing as he barely caught the glass in his hands.

“No, sorry-” Nightmare yanked the glass from his grasp with a tentacle, “-that’s on me, I shouldn't have thrown it.”

Nightmare ignored the loud groan that came from behind him, looking over the glass that Killer had wanted.

“It's not even glass, it's just plastic meant to simulate glass,” he spat distastefully, throwing the glass over his shoulder again.

He tensed as he heard a loud smash from behind him, turning to see the remnants of the glass shattered on the floor.

“Oh, great, now look at what you've done!” Killer yelled as he caught up, glaring angrily at Nightmare.

Nightmare hummed. “Well, would you look at that,” he bent down, carefully poking one of the pieces, “I guess it was glass after all.”

“Yeah, no shit!” He groaned, walking past Nightmare further down the aisle. “Now I have to go find another one!”

“What?!”

Killer came to a stop as Nightmare materialised in front of him, putting a hand onto his shoulder.

“Did you ignore everything I just said?”

“Yup!” Killer yelled, hitting his hand away and pushing past.

Nightmare huffed, “God, you never listen! None of you do, what's the point of even calling myself a leader when nobody ever listens?!”

Killer shrugged, skipping down to the end of the aisle and looking back over to his boss. “I dunno!”

“Ohh, well that's fantastic!” He huffed sarcastically, reluctantly following along.

Killer's hums mixing with the low hums of the nearby fridges were the only thing to be heard, and it was beginning to bore the Guardian.

“Honestly, I've no clue how you've managed to make this so boring.”

“Maybe it woulda been less boring if you'd have let me have some alcohol,” he complained, waving the bottle in the air.

“Ha, who needs alcohol to have fun when you're in the biggest shop of the Multiverse?!”

Killer scoffed. “You keep saying that, honestly I think it's too big, can't find shit around here.”

“Oh, alright, it's ‘too big’ is it?”

“First time hearin’ that or something?”

Nightmare didn't respond, grumbling under his breath as he walked beside Killer.

“So, why aren't I allowed a glass?”

“What do you mean? You're allowed a glass I don't care if you get a glass but this is the pinnacle of shopping and all you want is a glass. Glass. Glass glass glass, see I've said it so many times it doesn't sound like a word anymore.”

“What if I just want a glass though?”

“Don't be boring. This place has battle-axes and knives and.. I dunno, spoons!”

“Wow, spoons, how exciting.”

“Listen, my point is just get something useful instead of something we have thousands of at home.”

“What about a rocking horse? Would you let me get a rocking horse?”

“Don't be stupid, Killer. Horror already has one. What's the point in two rocking horses?”

“Dual wielding.”

“How would you dual wield a-”

“Ah, here we are!” Killer exclaimed, picking up another glass from the shelf.

Nightmare exhaled slowly, his hands on his hips as he glared at his teammate.

“What? I told you I was gonna find another glass,” he shrugged, pouring the remainder of the wine into it.

Nightmare tensed, raising a tentacle to lightly smack Killer before the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted them.

“Looks like that's our cue to leave.” Nightmare muttered, lowering his tentacle.

“Oh, rats, what a shame!” Killer yelled sarcastically, tapping the side of the glass with his finger.

Nightmare took a deep inhale as he watched the guards round the corner to them, tempted to abandon his teammate with them.

“You are so annoying!” He yelled back, wrapping a tentacle around his wrist and teleporting away as the guards reached them.

#YIPPEE i love writing them out of canon as funny guys #this is from a while ago during the worst writers block ever #undertale au #sans au #nightmare sans #killer sans #fic stuff

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