#1.2k follower celebration

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Congrats on 1.2k!!! Your an amazing writer and we are all so lucky to have your prompts and stories!

Please for prompt 11# may I have Jacob saying that to F!reader after she’s been kidnapped an tortured for a few days. Blighters took her to mess with Jacob and they intended on killing her and leaving her where Jacob would find her body but they don’t get the chance. He gets to her in time and she’s scared and shaking/trembling. ( p/s she’s a civilian )

02/08/2022: Thank you so much! I'm nothing without your kind words and support <333 there are a couple of #11s around, so I'm going to take an educated guess on which one you mean. I hope you enjoy!

F! Reader x Jacob Frye

#11: "Show me where it hurts, darling, it's okay."

"Where is she?"

He leaned in close to the beaten Blighter in front of him, his low hum delivering a slow threat. "Believe me, I can make this the most painful experience of your life. You either tell me where she is, and you can scamper away with your miserable life, or I shall beat the truth out of you. Your choice."

The Blighter just chuckled in his chair, his bloodstained grin igniting a new rage in the Assassin. Jacob's lip curled in a silent snarl, raising his clenched fist to strike. The door creaked open behind him. "Jacob? Can we talk?"

"Can it wait?"

Evie didn't respond, and Jacob turned his head. The damp stone room was barely illuminated around Evie's silhouette as she leaned against the doorframe. Jacob released the Blighter's shirt reluctantly, moving to the door. "Better start making funeral plans, Frye," the Blighter sneered. Jacob paused in his step, spinning only to send a throwing knife into his shoulder.

"Get comfortable," he seethed, slamming the door behind the howling man.

The adjoining room shone the first sunlight on his skin for about six hours. He knew he was running out of time, and despite taking a deep breath, he pulled off the brass knuckles on his left hand and threw them in a white-hot anger across the room, a frustrated yell escaping his throat. An empty vase shattered in the corner. He turned to rest his fists on the table of weapons beside him.

"Please," he begged, head hung low. "Tell me you have news."

"I followed every lead of suspicious activity, everywhere Blighters have been stationed. I made a short list of--"

"Give it to me." He sniffed before turning to face his sister, hand outstretched.

"Jacob, think with your head for a minute. You know they're trapping you. They want to get in your head."

"I don't care. Give me the list."

"You aren't listening. I'm telling you to not go barging in like you always do. Even when you have your head on straight, you're reckless. You will get yourself -- and possibly Y/n --"

"Evie, give me the fucking list!"

It only took a second for Jacob to realise that he had snapped. He heaved a sigh, rubbing his hands down his face. "Sorry. I'm sorry."

Evie put a hand on his arm. "I know you're worried. But you also need to be safe. You're no use to her dead. Just promise me you'll be careful."

"Yeah. Yeah, I promise." A piece of paper slipped into his palm.

"Finish with your 'friend', and then we get going."

The next time Jacob entered the room, there was a smirk on his face. The Blighter's demeanour had completely changed. He was a pig ready to squeal.

"I'll tell ya everything!" he said once he made eye contact. "I'll tell ya under two-- no, three conditions!"

Jacob raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"Get this fucking knife out of my shoulder!"

Slowly, he crossed the floor to the Blighter. With equal speed, he crouched in front of the chair, grasping the hilt of the knife. "Keep talking, and I'll pull it out."

"How many days has it been?"

"Why does that matter?" Jacob asked, but relented a moment after. He has grown too impatient. "Four days."

He didn't like the smile that emerged after.

"And what's the time?"

"... 5 o'clock." He twisted the knife, releasing another painful cry. "Why?"

"She's... She's at the docks. The Thames docks."

He yanked the knife out of his shoulder, standing up to confer with the list from Evie.

Out of three places, the Thames docks sat at the bottom of the list.

He marched out. "You'll never get there in time, Jacob! By nightfall, she'll be dead!"

The Blighter's words echoed with the slam of the door.

"What happened?" Evie had waited, ready to support him.

"Docks. She's at the fucking docks." As soon as he left the stronghold, he ran to the main road, squinting in the soft light of dusk. A Rook carriage waited outside, ready for this moment. Evie and Jacob took over the driving seats as the Rooks sat inside. Jacob set the horses off urgently, immediately setting them into a canter. "Get the Rooks to cause a distraction. Pick the idiots off from a vantage point. I'm getting y/n."

"Stop seeing red and think about how you're going to achieve that, Jacob."

"Already have."

The reckless driving took merely five minutes, another reason for Jacob's anger. "Everybody out!" He rapped harshly on the wood as he dismounted. "You see anyone else, you bring them here."

"How do you think you're getting in?" Evie grasped his coat before he could walk off.

"That building there is a storage unit. Guarded by two Blighters, probably more inside. And I'm going to walk through the front fucking door."

"Calm down for two seconds, Jacob."

"I..." He took a stuttering breath. "I can't. Not without her."

Evie didn't say anything. She squeezed his shoulder before looking to the Rooks. "Rooks! With me!" She took them down to the opposite side of the docks, already drawing attention as she climbed high.

Jacob stood tall as he descended the stairs to the docks, waiting for the Blighters to come to him. Each time, they would crumble after one counter-attack. The trail of bodies led him to the door of a storage unit he had crossed off the list when he first started the search. Self-loathing boiled in his gut.

With a startling bang, he kicked the old door open. Gun drawn, he gave a hard look to the one holding a bloodied blade to your neck. Jacob studied the hurried rise and fall of your chest, your ruined clothes, the bruising and lacerations adorning your skin, the gag in your mouth. "Drop the gun, Frye."

"If you want to live, you'll step away."

There was a scuffling behind him, the recognisable sounds of people choking on their blood filled the air. In his peripheral, green coats joined him; swathes of Rooks blocked the door, cornering the lone Blighter. The man seemed to stutter in his stance, nervous and unsure of the sudden developments, of the ace that had fallen out of his sleeve. In the next second, he ran.

Jacob couldn't care less what would happen to him. His focus was on you, only you.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry." He kneeled in front of you and pulled the gag from your mouth, gently grasping your face. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." He cut the bonds on your wrists, catching you as you fell forward. Your eyes were closed. "Y/n, can you hear me?"

Nestled against his shoulder, you kept inhaling stuttering breaths. "It hurts," you cried hoarsely, tears spilling onto your cheeks.

"Show me where it hurts, darling, it's okay."

"E-Everywhere. Jacob, I'm scared."

He readjusted you into his chest. "I'm here now, I've got you. We'll get you home. Are you bleeding?"

You shook your head. "It's stopped." Although it should be reassuring, Jacob's heart dropped at the extent of what they've done.

"You're alright, you're okay."

#assassin's creed #x reader #assassin's creed x reader #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #assassin's creed x f!reader #jacob frye x f!reader #1.2k follower celebration #assassin's creed fanfiction #assassin's creed x you #jacob frye x you

[weepinglilvessel]

OH MY! Where did all of you guys come from!?!

Thank you all so much for getting me to 1.2k!! I appreciate this so much!!\(^ヮ^)/

Won’t do anything special this time

#follower celebration #1.2k followers #1000 followers #thank you all so muchhhhh x3 #I couldn’t have been more happy

[stevebabey]

𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ! - this celebration is closed!

hello my beloveds, i recently hit a bonkers milestone so ofc, i would love to celebrate with u all !! whether you’re new here or a long time follower, i’m so v glad to have u here in my corner of the internet :’) mucho thank u’s and too many mwah’s to count, just know i’m giving u all a big sloppy kiss <3

now, without further ado, i humbly invite you along for 6 days (from the 16th - 22nd of jan) of ruby’s very own tour of hawkins, indiana :)

you’re new in town, you say? hmm, you might like to head to STARCOURT MALL; it’s best and brightest in the town! seriously, it’s filled w some very fancy stuff, there’s something for everyone, believe me

alongside a🍦emoji, send in your favourite fics, favourite authors, really anyone you want to shout out and think deserves sum appreciation ! this is just to spread some love :’) and hey, if u send ur own fic on anon, i ain’t gone be none the wiser hehe

or maybeee, you’re more of a hopeless romantic like me and would prefer a trip to LOVER’S LAKE: whether for first time dates or late night make-outs — looking at you, harrington 👀 — all good romance blooms lakeside

alongside a ❤️‍🔥 emoji, send in some blurb requests! [one] [two] [three] [four] [five] <- these are some prompt lists but they’re not required :) remember to tell me what list u got ur prompt from!

okay, neither of those pique your interest? well, FAMILY VIDEO is great for curing boredom! and the staff are easy on the eyes as well, which totally helps

alongside a 📽 emoji, send in thoughts and concepts hehehe - any genre, any length. you can even go behind the beaded curtain to the 18+ stuff if u want (sfw or nsfw allowed)

oh, there’s also the RADIO SHACK, though it’s a bit run down. probably only go in there if you’re a mutual i reckon, just to be safe

mutuals, send in a 🎧 and i’ll assign u a song from my music + some lovely words from me

oh dude, i forgot to say! i got us invited to a legendary STEVE HARRINGTON PARTY🕺🏻we’re gonna play all the classic party games it’s gonna be totally tubular

you guys know these ones :D fmk, this or that, cast your mutuals, any ask game ur pretty lil head can come up with + if you’d like, tell me what 80s song you love the most and wish would play at parties (i’m always lookin for more hehe)

i sincerely hope you enjoy your stay in hawkins! MWAH, ruby x

(some do’s and don’t’s for requests are below the read more if you’re on the fence about an idea !)

i’m pretty vanilla in all senses: no non-con/dubcon, no pregnancy, no hard kinks, no x reader for anyone besides steve, no steddie x reader, that’s about it :)

as this is a follower celebration, it is intended to be for followers of the blog <3 i ask that if you’d like me to put the time & effort into writing something for u, mayhaps u shud follow if you don’t already :D idk i’m not a cop and technically nothin bad will happen if u don’t but u shouldn’t :) ok

if i don’t respond to your ask, i’m probably working away at it but also hey, it just might not scratch my brain. i’ll do my best to get them all written but absolutely no promises.

tagging sum mutuals <3

@hawkinsindiana​ @spideystevie​ @harringtonbf​ @familyvideostevie​ @sanguineterrain​ @katsu28​ @stvharrngton​ @sunshinesteviee​ @plainemmanem​ @teenbiology​ @stevestummy​ @augustslippedavvay​ @husbandharrington​ @joellkeeny​ @keeryshouse​ @sparklingsin​​

#DIS STARTS TONITE BTW!!! #i haven't done one of these since i hit 1.2k in fuckin 2017 or smth #dear god i know i have forgotten something #but im doing my best #and hoping this will suffice #follower celebration 2023 #that's gonna be the tag for this me thinks #MMMM I AM NERVOUS #this will be the next challenge for me #ruby.txt

[dearshelby]

gently playing with the other's fingertips with tommy pls? 😊

That's a really sweet one and it made me wish to know how to play the piano, hope you like it!

"Gently playing with the other's fingertips" + Tommy Shelby.

"Can you stop playing this-" Tommy holds back a curse, "this piano, please?"

"But Tom, I need to practice, otherwise I'll sound ridiculous at the presentation."

"Yeah, and I need to finish my paperwork, otherwise we'll go bankrupt."

"You're being dramatic, we won't go bankrupt, how long do you need to finish?"

"The longest you can go without playing this thing." he points to the piano.

"Jesus, does it sound that bad?"

"It's not bad, love, but I need silence."

"And what should I do while you work?"

"... Come." he offers his hand.

Tommy takes you to his office and has you sit on his lap, while he goes back to work, you entertain yourself by twiddling the buttons of his waistcoat, then you move to the button of his sleeves. Focused on work, Tommy moves his hand to your waist, you play with the ring on his finger until an idea pops on your head.

Taking his hand, you simulate playing the piano, gently playing with his fingertips.

"That's better." Tommy drawles.

"What is?"

"You practicing in silence."

"Tsk, you're mean, Tommy." you giggle, "You're gonna applaud on your feet at my presentation."

"I don't know if I'll make time to attend."

"Tommy, you promised!"

"I'm just kidding, love."

"You're gonna watch me, right?"

"Yeah, and I'll applaud on my feet."

1.2K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

#tommy shelby x reader #1.2k followers celebration

[in-my-feels-probably]

✨1.2K Followers Celebration✨

just hit 1200 followers, omg. thank you so much!

doing another followers celebration, of course!

please read everything carefully so i can get back to you quickly. the bolded sections are the most important. (this sounds so pretentious omg, but it’s just for my own piece of mind and to make everything clearer and easier)

also, a few things have changed for these celebrations. since i’ve gone over 1000 followers, i will be doing a celebration every few hundred followers, and doing a big one every half thousand. so after this one, i won’t be doing another one untii the big one for 1500, then another for 1700, then 2000, and the cycle will repeat from there.

because of the increased amount of submissions i get for these celebrations, i’ll be keeping the many options for fandoms, but i’ll be narrowing down the options to just two. for 1500, i will reopen all the options again since it’s a bigger one.

also because of the influx of submissions, i will be narrowing down the time i’ll be accepting asks. i’ll consider keeping them open longer next time, but i want to test a shorter window this time around. while i love writing these and i appreciate everyone participating, it takes me a while to do each one and i end up with a flooded inbox. i still accept and write requests at the same time, so i think this will make it easier to balance.

this celebration will be open for a few days. starting today, july 1st, ending on july 5th. please don't send anything in past night time on the 5th.

if you want to participate, keep reading :)

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the fandoms i can do this for are harry potter (marauders era or lightning era), game of thrones, house of the dragon, bridgerton (and queen charlotte), the vampire diaries/the originals, and the grishaverse (six of crows and shadow and bone, show or books).

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option one: after picking a fandom, give me a character from that fandom you like. tell me why you like them, and/or what it is about them that made you choose them. if you really can’t choose one, give me a few. this can be either that they’re your favorite character, you platonically love them, or you romantically would be interested, it’s up to you. this part is required.

you can also give me a bit about yourself, whatever information you’re willing to share. it can be a physical description, your favorite things (like books, movies, places, music, songs, tropes), your hobbies and interests. any information about yourself that you want to share. this part is optional.

with your character, explanation, and anything you choose to share, i'll write a blurb for you with your character (either platonically or romantically, that’s up to you, please specify). the idea here is that instead of me shipping you, you instead give me the character you’d want to be shipped with (either in a best friend or romantic kind of way) and i'll write a blurb scenario thing for you and the character.

✨so to participate for this one, all you have to do is give me a character from a fandom and why you picked them, and any information about yourself you want to give me, and i’ll write you a blurb and tell you why i think your chosen character would like you.✨

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option two: this option is similar to the first, but instead of you giving me a character, you’ll instead just give me the fandom and i'll ship you with a character from it and write a blurb. just give me a bit about yourself, whatever information you’re willing to share. it can be a physical description, your favorite things (like books, movies, places, music, songs, tropes), your hobbies and interests. any information about yourself that you want to share and you think would help me give you a character, its all up to you, go wild. this part is required to get a ship.

if there are any characters from the fandom you choose that you don’t want me to consider shipping you with, let me know and i'll avoid choosing them.

for this option, if necessary, and only if you’re willing to, please specify your pronouns (and sexuality, or just say if you want me to ship you with a boy or a girl) and i’ll do my best to give you your best fit in my opinion.

i’m going to ship you (either platonically or romantically, up to you, please specify) with a character from a fandom of your choice. i’ll write a little blurb for you with the character/why i think they’d like you.

so same idea here with option one, except i'm choosing the character for you, and including why i think they’d like you (either romantically or as a friend) and then writing the blurb.

✨to participate in this one, just give me a fandom, any information you want to share about yourself, whether you want the ship to be platonic or romantic, any characters you want me to avoid, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can with a ship and a blurb!✨

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if you have any questions, feel free to message me or submit an ask.

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i really never imagined hitting over 1K followers on here, and look where we’re at now! it’s crazy how much love and support my work has gotten, there’s so many nice and cool people on here. it’s crazy seeing all the attention my posts get. i really enjoy writing for you, and it’s such a highlight to my day seeing all the nice things people say about my work.

i just wanted to say thank you again, im gaining followers so fast and i really appreciate all the love and support with my work. very much appreciate you all and anyone who has supported my work in any way, and i hope you participate and enjoy :)

and also, my requests are still open! check out my navigation post and masterlist to see who i’m currently accepting requests for. I’m also working on multiple full length fics! if you check them out, i hope you enjoy them!

thank you again! see you later for another followers celebration :)

#1.2k followers #1.2k followers celebration #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #hermione granger x reader #jon snow x reader #daenerys targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #king george x reader #daphne bridgerton x reader #damon salvatore x reader #bonnie bennet x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #nikolai lantsov x reader #kaz brekker x reader #inej ghafa x reader #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone x reader #grishaverse x reader #game of thrones x reader #hotd x reader #bridgerton x reader #marauders x reader #harry potter x reader #house of the dragon x reader #the vampire diaries x reader

[nezhcs]

Thank you for 1.2k omg asjfjfj

To everyone who sent me asks when I hit 1.1k I'm so sorry for not answering them!! I'd say that I'll answer them soon but I have exams for 2 weeks and I'm gonna be really busy even after that so let's see. Sorry!!!

#ri's 1.2k followers celebration #its not even a celebration but yes #ri rambles

[kimuramasaya]

💕

#wasn't paying attention and i hit 1.2k followers thanks so much y'all 😭😭💕 #can't believe y'all put up with me niche posting almost exclusively #i want to do something to celebrate since i missed 1k #what if i took requests for facecams? would that be something anyone would be interested in? #idk what else i could offer #i'll try to make a real post tomorrow #r.txt

[lovebugism]

do something with king steve who secretly likes female/shy/reader

hope u like it xoxo — the one where king steve keeps his best girl a secret (shy!fem!r, secret relationship, fluff, 1.2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

“Boo!”

You jump when a figure appears suddenly behind the door of your opened locker. They’re wearing bell bottoms and a sparkly clip in their strawberry curls. Carol Perkins giggles when her attempts to scare you work. Tommy Hagan follows just behind her, laughing louder until his freckled face scrunches together.

The only reassuring thing about seeing both of them together is knowing Steve isn’t too far behind. He’s got his tongue in his cheek, and his arms crossed over his chest, visibly unamused.  “What are you guys— three?” he scoffs, pushing the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.

“Yeah, three inches deep in your mom,” Tommy retorts with a boyish chuckle.

Carol squints her made-up eyes at him. She deadpans, “That’s not the comeback you think it is, Hagan.”

You turn to Steve with a panicked glimmer in your eye. You’re so used to being the butt of all their jokes that being in their proximity now fills you with something close to ice-cold dread. You peer at the boy beside you with pinched-together brows, knowing he’s the only one who cares about you past cheating off your homework.

“What’s going on?” you wonder quietly, for only him to hear.

Steve grins, brows raised and eyes twinkling. “My house is gonna be empty tonight. ‘Cause, you know, my dad’s got a work conference or whatever, so… No parents. Big house—”

“A total recipe for disaster,” Tommy interjects with a laugh.

“You’re throwing a party?” you ask, voice trembling. There’s little more that scares you than crowds — well, crowds and loud music and drunk people. Parties were never your scene. Steve knows that better than anyone.

He corrects you quickly, stammering over himself because he never wants you to feel uncomfortable. “No! No, not a party. It’s gonna be lowkey. Just a— a get-together, you know? Just the four of us.”

“Ooh,” Carol croons from behind you. “So no priss?”

“Shut up, Carol,” Steve snaps.

“I’m just used to you following her around like a lost puppy, that’s all.” Carol and Tommy laugh about it together. ‘Cause that’s all they’re really good at — making stupid jokes and cackling like supervillains.

Steve rolls his eyes with an annoyed huff and turns his attention back to you. You take it from him wholly, every ounce of his focus. 

There was something ethereal in your vagueness — in how softly you spoke and how pretty you looked when you weren’t even trying. You’re quiet and mysterious and hidden. Steve desperately wants to be the one that deciphers you.

“Are you in?” he asks in a low, honeyed tone.

Your gaze falls to the tile. “I don’t know…” you murmur.

“C’mon,” he croons and steps closer to you. His sneakers enter your vision until you look up at him again, peering at him from beneath your lashes. His grin is pink and pretty and lopsided. “Don’t leave me with these assholes all night.”

“Dick,” you hear Tommy scoff from behind you. He sounds much further away than that ‘cause all you can see now is Steve. And his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his stupid pretty smile.

You cave instantly. 

You never really stood a chance, anyway. Not with the way he was looking at you.

“I’ll think about it,” you mumble and turn back to your locker. You switch your English textbook for a History one and cradle it in your arms. Steve grins, knowing he’s forgotten his on purpose just so he could sit next to you all period.

“Good,” the boy hums.

“We’re finally wearing Wallflower down,” Carol muses, giggling to herself.

Tommy knocks you too hard on the shoulder. “You’ll be one of us in no time,” he grins.

You grimace as they walk off down the hall. That’s the last thing you’ve ever wanted. The thought of there being an ounce of similarities between you and them makes your stomach ache.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Steve tells you, smiling quietly when you nod. 

He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and passes you a folded-up piece of paper. He doesn’t look back at you when he follows his friends down the corridor. You don’t open it until he’s gone.

West wing chem lab, he’s written in chicken scratch. Come find me. 

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The hallway at the west end of the school is dim and empty. The floors are untouched, and the lockers are sparingly opened. The air is thick and noticeably stale. You open the door to the old chemistry room with a high-pitched squeak that sounds like something out of a horror movie.

Steve waits for you in the dark classroom, lit only by the natural sunlight streaming in through translucent curtains. He sits at a table in front of the window and toys with the burner at the end of it. He turns the thin blue flame on and off and on again, silently wishing he’d plucked a cigarette from Tommy before he left.

His honey eyes flit to yours when you walk into the room. He grins at the soft smirk on your bitten lips. “What’s that look for, huh?” he teases, turning off the burner and sliding off the desk.

You shrug. “Nothin’…”

“I missed you.”

You scoff when he wraps his arms around you. His wide palms smooth over your back. “You just saw me.”

“It doesn’t count when I’m with Tommy and Carol. I need you all to myself…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs lowly, ducking down to kiss you. His plush lips lock with yours, tasting of nicotine and chewing gum — a near-lethal concoction. He smiles against your mouth when you melt further into him. He parts from you with a gentle smack.

“They’re starting to like me, I think,” you mumble, smoothing your hands over his chest. “Tommy and Carol.”

“I think so, too.”

“It’s awful.”

“Absolutely disgusting,” he concurs, grinning wide when you giggle.

“But, you know, maybe we wouldn’t have to hide anymore,” you stammer, gaze falling when it becomes too hard to hold his. “If they don’t think I’m, like, the lamest person on the planet.”

Steve’s brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s why you don’t want them to know about us, right? ‘Cause you’re King Steve, and I’m… fish bait,” you conclude with a forced laugh.

“No,” he answers instantly. “What? No. That’s not— That’s not why.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t want them to know about us because they’re assholes,” Steve confesses. “I mean, they were awful to Nancy when we were together. ‘Cause they’re miserable, and they hate when other people are actually nice. I just don’t want them to… ruin anything, that’s all…”

You muss with a rogue thread at the neckline of his sweater and smile quietly to yourself. “I thought you were scared because you accidentally fell in love with the Wallflower instead of the Prom Queen.”

Steve scoffs. “I didn’t accidentally fall in love with you, first of all.”

“No?” you murmur, brow quirking in disbelief. 

“No, it was very intentional.”

“I don’t believe that,” you argue with a lighthearted chuckle. You think it’s easier than saying, I don’t believe you because there’s no way you love someone like me because you want to.

Steve’s palms squeeze your sides reassuringly, like he can hear all the mean thoughts swirling in your head. “Well, you didn’t make it any easier on me,” he tells you, a crooked smile tugging at his pink lips. “You started talkin’ all smart in Ms. Click’s class, and I started melting.”

“That’s when you knew you liked me?” you scoff. “After I gave a presentation about geopolitical tensions in China?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, licking his lips with heavy eyelids. “See what I mean? That’s hot.”

“God, you’re such a boy.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #st drabbles #stevie drabble #event: bug turns one

[anantaru]

MR. & MRS. RAGNVINDR

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — following your wedding with your soulmate diluc ragnvindr, you find yourself celebrating your new bond on your wedding night.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 1.2k

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — repost of one of my favorite fics of mine <3

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, very soft but also rough idk, he calls you: my wife

"d—diluc.."

a short heaved dwindle of air runs over diluc's neck as he sensually places a kiss on your cheek— right then you taste the transparent love his person held towards you and it flickers and bleeds into your skin featherlight, bodies intertwined and moving in a passionate conjunction.

the crawl of his longing for you wordlessly webs and adjusts to both your saturated cunt and his cock pressing close, breathing clear wrecked with your pulse heightened.

"it's not necessary to use my name." he corrects you, slurred, "i'm your husband now, don't tell me you forgot already?"

and diluc shyly smirks into your lips as he pulls himself into your spongy cunt and expertly wiggles his hips to make sure you're sensing it, all of him, but most efficiently his need and desire to make you, his precious wife, cum and thoroughly pleased.

you try again, trying your utmost hardest to voice anything with your wet lips being perked up all prettily in a well formed pout, holding yourself tight against your husbands body as he worked you both to an everlasting climax. your nails clawed on his defined back and wielded razor sharp scratches on his skin— while between you and him, diluc loved the burn on his flesh the second you claim and mark him up in that precise manner.

"my husband.." the red haired cocks a brow and lifts his head off your neck upon gathering your words, "yes, my wife?"

his cheeks are flushed and couldn’t possible be hidden from you while his pace on you had gotten steadier and pathed faster, and he makes sure to circle his hips whenever he pushes himself in completely, whenever your warm and wet walls would shape and set just right around his shaft.

"i love you." a shaded stream of higher pitched whines and sniffles float around the humid room as diluc groans at this one particular sentence that would always manage to give him the purest kind of intimacy and love. "i love you too."

of course he does, diluc ragnvindr has been making it very obvious each and every day. but tonight, he wanted to make this special day even more extraordinary— while most importantly, was diluc eager to show you all of his skills and tricks in a whole different scenario.

by all means, as one might have already deducted, you two have been intimate in the past, many many times before, while now the pleasuring feeling was growing a tenfold and much more intense, as if you were going to explode from his tip pushing and passing the tight ring of your pussy.

diluc silently wraps your body into his arms and pushes himself forward until you‘re practically squished in between the mattress and his chest— well, breathing room although limited, with the new acquired position he was now able to reach deeper and better into your cunt. his eyes are flickering down on where your softness was constricting and spreading nice and wide, he was so big and you tremble when he began to move once again.

his hips too, were unstoppable and skilled in what they did and your honeyed cries— your moans and begs, fuck, they were his all out favorite if he had to choose one instance, especially when you spelled out the new title he only took possession off tonight.

"this.." it's disgustingly delightful when he speaks within groans, "this is forever." you gush on him and a silent scream rumbles in your belly.

"we're forever."

lustfully— and punctuated, he rolls his girth back into you and scratches your walls, the pink tip repeatedly mushing in your wet spots and interlacing with you. underneath his bangs, you find his eyes aflame, warm and flowing because diluc couldn't get enough of watching you— your squeezed eyes reeking in crystallines from an unfaltering overstimulation, or those lips he had kissed many times before now apart and gifting him with hazed hordes of winces and moans.

sweat matted itself on your coruscating bodies but it only forced your hips to retract their position and close a little up, so you could fuck yourself into him and meet his piercing pace half way. "archons— fuck!" you can feel every twitch on his length and you're clearing his shaft with your liquids, subsequently leaving it to prance down your thighs and stick on the mattress.

"fuck— diluc!" your body suddenly jolts in a manifold of cabling tingles at your lovers following thrust, it was rougher than his usual ones, as if he was trying to silently tell you that you, again, addressed him wrong.

"I'm sorry." you throw your hips upwards and hear him groan repeatedly, signaling his climax benching in his core, "my husband." though you whimper, you spread your legs apart for him more and left it to diluc and his new feral pace to taunt you wider, convulsing on his creamy cock plastered with your slick.

"where— where do you want me, my wife?" his nails sink into your thighs to practically push you back and forth his cock, his head thrown back and exposing his well formed adams apple bobbing up and down. "inside, need it inside, please!"

changing the angles, diluc shifts on the bed, after all, he wants to obey to your requests and split your entrance to make proper space for his smooth cum stuffing you right. he tilts his head back towards you and suffocates the distance of your lips to kiss you when you both deliriously moan into each other and nod frantically, his first spurts of thick cum rushing into you.

the large wave of your own climax was then sneakily closing on your body as you shivered under the towering hold of your lover, your screams loud and hazy, jamming hard as you both fucked yourself through your orgasm.

your toes curl inwards as your legs flew up to clench around his hips, barely comprehending the soul touching stir as he kept fucking you through it all, your bodies drenched in cum and slick but none of you seemed to care, it was the least of your problems, if anything, it wasn't to be called a problem at all.

"fuck, fuck!" it's such a shame you couldn't listen to his whines forever on end, how filthy someone so well behaved like diluc ragnvindr himself could sound at times.

"kiss me again." he asks and you listen, pulling him close for a wet, sloppy peck that was more teeth and tongue than anything else. you snap your fingers into his long hair and tug lightly, smiling as he grunts into you.

no matter how many times you'd do it together, diluc would always end up shy afterwards, as if he didn't just fuck you into oblivion and beyond, right now, he can barely look at you— eyes closed as he continued to search and suck on your bottom lip.

you're hyper aware of this, on what you were able to inflict on him, but now, you can't say anything, voice lost and throat hurting from your on-going moans and cries. with that, he holds his hips still before slowly pulling out of you, his cock semi erect and gradually softening, utterly spent.

glowing red eyes, now fluttering apart and finding yours, unraveling all at once. diluc certainly could never get used to this, not even after making you his wife.

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[eratosmusings]

Stolen Destiny (I)

Feyd Rautha x fem!reader

summary: Your father had been promised an heir. But the choices made by another stole that fate from you. Now it's your turn to take theirs.

warnings: adults only, all characters are over 18, smut in future chapters, blood, misogyny, dark themes, canon typical violence

word count: 1.2k

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“Again,” the swordmaster calls out. 

Gritting your teeth, you comply and fall back in position with the others. All this show for what?

With a nod, a troubadour began to pluck at the strings of her Baliset again. Your feet move in the familiar pattern, hilts of the swords bouncing against your hips. This is a waste of time.

Air stills as the rest of the women swirl away from you when another Baliset, one played with a bow sliding against its strings, joins the melody. The blades gnash against their sheaths in protest as you pull them free. They sing in the air, spinning easily between your fingers. Faster and faster they spin to match the skirts of the others now twirling in a circle around you until the music slows.

Once, twice you clink the blades’ together before you stab one into the plush stool in the center. Soft, slow pattering of the drums begins as you turn your back to it. The sword that remains drags its tip against the stone floor. The women bend a knee where they twirled. Sparks follow when you twist quickly.

This is the silliest part. You face a non existent opponent. Bringing your sword forward you drop into a defensive stance. The music rises and now you fight. Thrust, retreat, parrie, circle, advance, lunge, parrie, retreat, parrie, parrie. On and on it goes until you drop the sword. Your arm extends to the partner who does not exist and spin into nothing as the music reaches a crescendo. Chest heaving, you stay there and stare into the abyss until the music and the last of your dignity finally dies.

One of the girls is quick to retrieve and return the swords to you. In contrast, you’re slow to sheath them. You’re not eager to hear the word you know waits on his tongue. But you can only stall for so long.

You turn and face him. His voice cuts sharply across the silent hall. “Again.”

“You look ridiculous,” your father says under his breath so only you can hear. 

A gown, styled after your mother’s House, hung loosely on your frame, hiding any hint of the woman’s body beneath it. You feel ridiculous in it, but had thought it better than the other options. You should have known there was nothing you could have worn that would please him.

“My apologies, father.”

He scoffs. Nothing you do will ever please him.

It’s why you still cannot understand why this celebration is being held. He saw no honor in you being born, why would he see it in you coming of age? And to invite the likes of the Atreides? Was this all some masochistic need to see the son he should have had?

He says outloud, “Don’t embarrass me.” In your head you hear the word he leaves unspoken. ‘Again.’

The Major Houses arrive hours apart, the lucky few Minor Houses invited padding the time between. First is the Princess Irulan. Beautiful, graceful, kind. She compliments you, embracing you as if you’d been friends for life. And it feels as such. A connection left despite the broken destiny. There would be no marriage, but your father whispers that a friendship could offer nearly as much.

The Atreides come next. The Duke is handsome. His concubine, Lady Jessica, hides behind a veil. A Bene Gesserit indeed. Their son, Paul, is charismatic and not as handsome as his father, but more beautiful. He places a kiss on your hand, complimenting your dress and, as he calls them, your lovely eyes. They fall flat on you, but he seems to preen at your own compliment of his hair with a boyish grin painting his face.

Your father’s mood shifts when they and their people are led away to the castle. “Well done. Who knew you could charm so well.” The praise, as backhanded as it is, prickles your skin. “Let’s hope can you keep it up.”

At last, as the sun sets, the Harkonnens arrive. 

Pale and hairless, they're intimidating in their black attire. The Baron did not come, instead having his nephews take his place. The eldest, Count Glossu Rabban, is a giant of a man. From the stories you’ve heard, he's a sadist but an idiot. In his shadow lies the true danger. 

Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. He’s deceptively slight next to his brother. But to be the chosen heir for a House like the Harkonnens there must be a brutal intelligence. Like Paul he takes your offered hand and presses his lips against it. They’re cold, chapped and rough. Unlike Paul he offers a grin that had no boyishness left. Blackened teeth bared, he tugs your arm harshly. You stumble forward into him. The hand he doesn’t hold presses against his chest to catch yourself, the one he does hold twisting out of his grip.

Warm metal presses against your throat. 

Something akin to amusement dances in his eyes as they rove over your. It’s the only sign that he probably doesn’t want to kill you. There’s a measured pause of his gaze, first on the blade then sinking lower, before it flits back to your own. His voice is raspy as he speaks, “It is a pleasure to be here for your coming of age, my lady.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. The blade retreats. His eyes don’t leave yours as he releases you, flips it, and offers you the hilt. “A gift.”

“Thank you,” you say, hoping your voice holds firm, and reach for the dagger. 

A hand flashes from behind you with a plea of, “Allow me, my lady,” from a guard. 

Feyd, tisked, pulling it out of reach. “It is not a gift for you.”

You’re unceremoniously knocked aside when the guard steps between you. “She will be given it after an inspection.”

“An inspection is unnecessary,” you hiss, face warming. It was embarrassing enough he’d managed to catch you and your court so off guard. But to openly suspect him of intending harm, after such a brazen display of weakness, would cement the failure of any good relations between your houses. Your father would never forgive you.

“He poisons his blades,” the guard insists, not quietly enough.

Feyd-Rautha’s laugh is harsh. He turns to the Harkonnens behind him, lifts his arms, and bellows, “He worries I poison the blade!” It humors them. Rabben guffaws as if he’s never heard a funnier joke. When he faces you again his black grin is even wider. He stares down the guard as he slices the blade across his open palm. Blood soils the blade and drips on the stone beneath him. His eyes shift to you again. His tongue juts out. In a grotesque exhibition he licks it. “Death does not wait for you in my hands today.”

“I never suspected it did, Na-Baron,” you agree, stepping around the guard. He moves to stop you, but a harsh glare has him backing down. There’s still a chance to save this. Appease the Harkonnens and quell your father’s resentment you can feel rolling off him in waves behind you. Feyd offers the hilt again and you take it. The blade slices across your own palm without hesitation, your blood joining his on the stone. You extend your hand to him again.

a/n: my first fic! any thoughts would be appreciated 🥰

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[godslino]

ORANGE PEELS | minho established relationship. fluff.

pairing: minho x fem!reader word count: 1.2k warnings: brief mention of not eating (nothing serious, reader is just really busy!) summary: minho and the orange peel theory

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“Well hello there beautifu—oh, okay. Or not.”

Minho blinks at the empty space where you’d just been standing, dumbfounded at the lack of enthusiasm at his arrival. When he realizes you’re not coming back, long gone into the living room, he makes his way inside.

“Sorry! I have to finish!” You call over your shoulder, hurrying back to your laptop. You seat yourself on the floor, back against the couch as you resume typing.

There are sounds of Minho toeing his shoes off at the door, bags being placed on the counter, and then eventually the rustling of his jacket as he shucks it off and throws it across the back of the couch.

“You’re not done yet?” He asks, crouching beside you. He knocks a kiss to your temple, and you let yourself lean into the touch for a moment.

“No,” you sigh, “I have, like, five pages left.”

“Babe, you realize it’s almost seven-thirty, right?”

“I know!”

“Okay, okay.” He throws his hands up in surrender.

Minho disappears after that, knowing how much you need space and silence when you’re focusing. You feel bad about it afterwards, not meaning to snap at him especially since tonight was supposed to be date night.

The two of you had plans to stay in; Minho was going to cook a small dinner while you picked out a series of movies, and then the both of you were going to plant yourselves on the couch for the remainder of the evening and celebrate the rare occasion of being off of work on the same night.

Everything got derailed when you woke up that morning and saw that you had an email notification from one of your professors:

Good morning all,

A gentle reminder that your reports are due by 11:59pm. Late work will be accepted with the stipulation that 10 points are deducted for each day that has passed since the original due date. If you have any questions about my late work policy, please refer to the syllabus.

Happy Friday!

Best Regards,

Professor Kang

The whole thing is entirely your fault. You’d failed to realize that the deadline had been pushed up by a week, your mind still under the impression that you had time to finish. Thankfully, you’d at least started the report. The down side was that out of a fifteen page paper, you only had around five done.

So, after a few messages to Minho where you apologized profusely, followed by a phone call where he reassured you that it was fine, the two of you still decided to go through with your plans. You’d been glued to your computer all day, desperately trying to finish before Minho was set to arrive. But as it turns out, the rubric for the assignment is a lot more detailed than you had originally thought, so the process has been rather slow.

“Have you eaten?” Minho calls from the kitchen, followed by the sound of your cupboards opening and closing. You respond with a sound of dismissal, your eyes scanning the screen for any typos.

“Babe?” He tries again.

“Huh? What? No, I haven’t.”

“Wrong answer.”

“Minho, I don’t have time—”

“I don’t care.” He says, his voice much closer this time. “How do you expect to get anything done if you’re hungry?”

“Haven’t even had a chance to be hungry if I’m being honest.”

“Wrong answer. Again.”

“It’s fine.” You shrug, looking up at him. He’s standing over you with his arms crossed, a disapproving look on his face.

When you turn your attention back to your laptop, he sighs in defeat, walking back towards the kitchen. You close your eyes for a moment, reminding yourself that he’s only trying to look out for you. Minho has never been a fan of your tendency to neglect yourself, especially in times of stress. So, in lieu of upsetting him, you call out,

“Can you toss me one of the oranges on the counter?”

Minho doesn’t respond. He’s probably sulking, something he always does whenever he’s upset. You briefly consider getting up to kiss the pout he’s probably sporting off of his face. But the clock is ticking, and if you finish the report, there’ll be more than enough time to do that later.

You’re so engrossed in your work, a helpful article that you managed to stumble upon giving you a huge amount of evidence for your final argument, that you don’t even realize it when Minho plops down on the floor beside you. You open your mouth to say something, turn your head towards him, and are met by his hand shoving a piece of orange into your mouth.

“Eat.” He says firmly, blinking when you slowly begin to chew. You stare at him with a confused look, releasing some of the tension between your eyebrows when he brings a finger up to poke the spot in the middle of them. “If you won’t do it yourself, I’ll do it for you. Just eat.”

You swallow, a small smile forming on your lips. Minho isn’t paying attention, his focus on the peeled orange in his hands as he breaks the pieces off one by one.

Soft and loving. Minho has always treated you the way you deserve. There’s never been a moment where you questioned how much he cares for you, not when he makes sure that you’re always his first priority. It doesn’t matter how tired he is, he’s always there, always ready and willing, always giving.

You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, laughing when he suppresses a smile, the shells of his ears a bright pink. “You’re cute, you know that?”

“Yeah and you’re a chronic procrastinator.” He’s quick to bite back, holding up another piece of the orange to your mouth. You take it from him gladly, and he can’t help but finally crack a smile.

“I’m sorry I ruined date night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Minho says, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “I already told you, it doesn’t matter what we do. I’m just happy we’re together.”

His words make warmth bloom in your chest. You turn to him, squishing his cheeks in both your hands. He blinks, “What?”

“Lee Minho. How did I get so lucky?”

He laughs at that, breathy and muffled from the way his face sits in your hands. “Well for starters, I’m the one who asked for your number, so if you really wanna get technical then—” He’s cut off when you lean forward and plant a big kiss on his lips.

“You didn’t let me finish.” Minho pouts when you pull away.

“You were getting cocky, I had to do something.”

“Says the person who ruined date night.”

“Hey! You said I didn’t—”

He shoves another piece of orange into your mouth, laughing when you cough around his fingers. He’s up and running in the blink of an eye, dodging your arms when you try to grab for his shirt. Minho’s quick, he waits for the opportunity and lunges for your waist, throwing you over his shoulder with a squeal. You beat your fists against his back, not really putting up a fight, though you’ll never admit that.

There’s only a few hours left until your report is due, but you can’t be bothered to care. Not when Minho is pinning you against the couch, hands poking your sides as he tickles you and kisses all over your face, the sound of both your laughter filling the apartment and the faint scent of oranges on his fingertips.

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[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Would you do ❛ of all the idiots in the realm, i’m trapped with you. ❜ with ezio? Idk he’s the first person I thought of when I saw this prompt 😂

17/08/2022: Sorry this took so long! I seem to just be sleeping nonstop recently. Here we go! I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is gold; if you liked it, consider pressing two buttons!

Post-writing: I rewrote it, which is not ideal, but hopefully this is worth it. Perhaps warnings for OOC Ezio? Maybe not, it's been a good few years...

GN!Reader x Ezio Auditore

"Of all the idiots in the realm, I'm trapped here with you."

The damp filled your nose, rousing you with its pungent odour. Coarse, rough rope had snaked around your limbs while you were unconscious, inducing a claustrophobic air about the dark stone room. You glanced around, desperately trying to take account of the situation and figure out what happened.

Your legs were bound at the joints, tight and unforgiving. There was no give, no matter the strength or technique you enlisted. Your hands were similarly bound behind your back, just as tight. You clenched your fists in frustration. A rag pinned your tongue, tied almost uncomfortably behind your head. The last thing you took note of was the many loops of rope circling your biceps and torso, keeping you pressed into a sitting up position. You wriggled your shoulders and leaned forward, a muffled gasp leaving your throat as a surprising weight moved with you.

Ezio.

You tried calling his name; his lack of response seemed to indicate that he still hadn't come to. To rectify this, you did what everyone would do to their hostage partner.

You nudged him harshly in the ribs.

The sound that escaped him was as equally suppressed as yours, indicating a similar condition. His movements felt uneasy as he tried to assess the situation himself, but all it was doing was making you motion sick. You leaned forward sharply. He stilled.

Your fingers searched for his wrists, finding them similarly bound. His anger was prominent in his clenched fists and hot skin. Gently, you pulled his bindings closer, feeling the heat of his back press against yours. Nimble digits attacked the knots on his rope; its thickness gave you the grip you needed to loosen it. Ezio pulled as you worked, the cord finally slipping away. His arms pulled out from behind you. You heard his gag falling away.

"Of all the idiots in the realm, I'm trapped here with you."

Now you knew the true reason for his anger.

You responded by sighing heavily through your nose.

The zip of friction whenever he undid a knot kept you posted on his progress, and the time for stewing was over when the rope around your arms pooled on your lap.

Ezio came into your view, kneeling beside you to pull the fabric from your mouth. His hands were gentle, but his eyes were hard. "You're the idiot," you said, waiting for the ropes to loosen around your own wrists.

"What did I tell you?" When your wrists were free, he moved to your ankles as you began on your thighs.

"You told me to run, but--"

"But you didn't, and then we both got captured."

You were shocked. "I wasn't going to just leave you there."

He wouldn't meet your eyes. "I was surrounded. You could've been killed."

"I wasn't going to stand by and let you be killed! Ezio..." You grasped his hand, stopping his movements. "We are in this together. If you sacrifice yourself, you sacrifice the both of us."

"Never say that." Finally freed, Ezio caressed your neck, gazing into your eyes. "There are some things that I must do alone, to keep you safe."

"Do you ever think about who's trying to keep you safe?"

He looked away. You gently pulled his chin towards you and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Come. Once we get out of this place, we can take it in turns to keep each other safe."

Shaking his head, he sighed with a soft smile. "Bene."

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[spookysteddie]

Text Me The Details

Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Influencer!fem!reader

18+ MINORSDNI

cw: gossip magazines, reader being horny on a live stream, cocky!Eddie, drinking, drugs mention

a/n: I kinda want this to be a series? So expect a part two at some point. But yeah this isn't an original idea so, credit to literally everyone who's done this before me. I gave reader a last name because if I have to write y/l/n one more time I'll sob. ANYWAY I hope you all enjoy and let me know if you like this!

WC: 1.2k

...

You are never drinking again. Ever.

Your management would agree after what happened last night. You didn’t mean to spill the secret you’d been keeping. It wasn’t even that big of a deal, however, you had an image to keep up. The party girl, the kind one, the one with lots of friends, the girl who had good grades in college, the one who always donated most of her fortune to various organizations. 

Now, every tabloid was writing articles about your celebrity crush. 

Party girl and influencer drunkenly admits she’d love to sleep with lead singer of Corroded Coffin Eddie Munson. Sources have said they’ve been together for a while but decided to keep it under wraps. 

The dating portion of that article wasn’t true and you silently vow to figure out who the fuck these ‘sources’ were. However, you admitting to wanting to fuck Eddie… did happen. You have no one to blame but yourself. 

Now, there are three reasons why you’re so stressed about this. First, even though you party all the time, you were good. You know, like only went out on the weekends, did every single assignment, tutored people on the side, was probably the most unproblematic influencer out there. Second, the last thing you wanted was Eddie Munsons attention. You had this thing where you didn’t want the people you were fans of to perceive you. 

Theoretically you knew they did, most of them followed you on social media. But there was a difference between being a fan of someone, and them semi-knowing you vs your actual crush who you own a poster or two of? That makes you want to throw up and pass out at the same time. 

But, finally, the third reason this stressed you out was because Eddie and his crew were not good. You know like, partied every single day, smoked a lot of weed and snorted coke off of his groupies and fans. It was all over the tabloids and the band has even posted about it a time or two. You didn’t do that. And if the tabloids caught you doing that, you’d lose everything you worked towards.

“So this is how we’re going to fix it,” Case, your manager, says from where she’s standing next to the fireplace in your apartment. “You’re gonna go back on live and say it was an accident.” 

You look up from the article you were reading, eyes finding his. “That is the worst idea ever. I was tipsy not black out drunk. No one will ever believe that was an accident.” You huff, locking your phone, “and I have tickets to their show next week.” 

You loved your team, but sometimes they made the most insane comments on how to fix the unfixable. 

You stand, pacing the room, “he isn’t one to read gossip magazines. And-and I’m not on the same level as his band. They’re A listers and I’m C list at best.” 

Your manager and publicist look like fish after what you said. Anna, your publicist speaks first, “I swear to god if you ever say that again I am uppin your therapy appointments. You hear me?” 

You huff, sitting back down on the couch, “I’m not kidding though. I’m not giving up this ticket. It’s one of the few things I’m looking forward to.” 

Case answers after rubbing her temples, “you better pray this blows over without him seeing it. You may party but his partying is a whole other level.” 

… 

The call came two days later, an unknown number popping up on your phone. 

You knew, you knew before you even accepted the call who’d be on the other end of the line. 

It felt like it started in slow motion, first came the gossip mags with the original story. Then came Eddie following you on instagram. He’d like a few photos and stories you put up. Then came his interview. The interview where he said, “of course I know who she is. I’m flattered really. I hear she’s a sweet girl.” 

Now, your phone is buzzing in your hand and you can’t bring yourself to answer the phone. 

“Yes just a fucking person. Just like you’re a person. Answer the phone.” You look down at the phone and are thankful it’s just you in your house. You tap the answer button, a fake smile on your face, as you put the phone to your ear. 

“Hello?” you use your best interview voice, the one Anna has drilled into you. 

You can hear him breathe in before letting it out, long and slow, it’s clear he took a drag of his cigarette. Is he nervous too? There’s no way. Eddie always seemed to be this cool and calm guy, never afraid of anything or anyone. He gets into more fights in a week than you have in your entire 25 years of existence. 

“Good afternoon, Miss Asher.” You can hear the grin in his voice and it sends a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding in your chest. “It’s Eddie.” 

He didn’t have to introduce himself to you, you’d be able to pick out his voice in a crowded room. But only because you’ve listened to his music so often… only reason. 

“Oh! Hi! I’m s-surprised to hear from you.” You cringe at the stutter that came out of you. You had more than enough practice dealing with any situation thrown at you. From the funny to the uncomfortable to the scary. You were trained for this and you were fucking it up. “How can I help you?” 

“The band and I will be in town next friday, we’re playing a show.” You know where this is going and it makes your heart beat faster, so fast you’re scared it’ll burst. “I was wonderin’ if you were goin’?”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

“I am, actually. Me and a few of my friends actually.” You rub your hands down your sweatpants, nerves making them sweat. 

“Oh! Well that is fantastic,” his tone is chipper as hell and you know he’s high. On what, you have no idea. “I was thinkin’ that maybe ya friends and you’d wanna join us backstage. VIP area for the show? What cha think?” 

All of sudden you forget how the english language works, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. This is what you’ve been wanting for so long. Well, in your dreams of course. But looking at it from a business perspective, it could bring his fans to your page and your fans to his page. It was kind of a win win. Well, win win lose because then Corroded coffin knows who the actual fuck you are and you arent just some fan. And that, terrified you,  

“Heeeeeeello? Are you there?” 

His voice breaks through your clogged mind, forcing you to respond. 

“Hi, sorry. I’m here! I um I got distracted. But, yeah that sounds great, actually. We-we’d love that.” 

“Good! I will have my people call your people, yeah?” 

“O-or you can just send me the information,” you say it before thinking and now you really want to punch yourself. 

He chuckles to himself, “okay, sweetheart, I’ll text you the information. See you next friday.” 

He hangs up before you can say another fucking stupid thing. You press the phone into your hands, foot bouncing on the floor with nerves. You can think of seven different ways that conversation could’ve (and should’ve) happened. One of which was with your entire team, another being with your friends, another being with your parents. Not alone to make a fool out of yourself. Your management team was really going to kill you.

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[dearshelby]

Lora, I'm so excited and happy for you! Congratulations 😘 Can I please have a ⭐ blurb? "scooting closer to your lover in bed" and Tommy? 😄

Thanks, Lils ✨ Here it is, hope you like it <3

"Scooting closer to your lover in bed" + Tommy Shelby

In another circumstance, you'd be annoyed, a thousand of times you asked Tommy to not bring work to bed, but he still insisted on it, often checking contracts and letters while you sit beside him waiting for his goodwill to give you attention. 

Tonight, however, you couldn't find any scolding words, not after you spent two weeks away taking care of a sick aunt and not when Tommy looks so cute reading the papers in his hand. 

He bites his inner cheek and blinks slowly, when his concentrated eyes get to the end of the paper, he moves to the next one.

You want to pull him to your chest and squish his face, instead, you let out a loud sigh, Tommy peeks at you through the side of his eye and continues reading.

Only when he finishes this paper, Tommy pulls the hem of your nightgown. 

"What does that mean?" you rhetorically ask. 

"Come 'ere." Tommy whispers, opening his arm for you to get under. 

"Papers from the nurses I'm going to hire." 

You smile and scoot closer to him, resting your head in his shoulder and legs in his lap. "What are you reading that is so important?"

"Oh, nurses for our institute?" 

"No, nurses for your aunt." 

"F-for my aunt?" you ask in confusion. 

"I don't want you away for so long ever again." 

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[in-my-feels-probably]

✨1.2K Followers Celebration✨ Submission from @naushtheaspiringauthor

— Hello! First of all, congratulations on 1.2k!! I hope you get more recognition as you really deserve it.

and for the celebration, I'd like to do the first option. For this, I'm choosing the grishaverse fandom, and the character I'm choosing is Nikolai Lantsov. The reason why I love him so much, and thinking about him brings me comfort, is because how sweet he is. I feel like he'd be the kind of person who'll take a glance at me, and will immediately know that I'm not okay. He always tries to lighten up the environment. He is the kind of person who's opposite to me in many ways, but he's also someone I'd relate to, on a lot of aspects. There are many more reasons, but If I write more, it's gonna be way too long, so I'll just leave it to this. And I would absolute LOVE to be in a romantic relationship with him if it was possible. I feel like, even a mere sight of him would make my day a thousand times better.

Some things about me. I'm an introvert,and tend to talk less infront of strangers. But when I'm around people I'm close with, I'm really talkative and energetic. I'm kind of a pessimist and I get annoyed and angry pretty easily. I find it very difficult to express my emotions, and it's almost impossible for me to talk about how I feel. I enjoy my own company on most days. I like to write, play the piano, sing, make some art and listen to music. MY favorite artists are Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, Olivia Rodrigo, The nbhd and Harry Styles —

hi again!

thank you for participating :)

nikolai is SUCH a sweetheart. very intuitive, can always tell what’s going on. he’d easily be able to tell if there was something wrong. you wouldn’t even need to speak, he’d just know. and he’s quite easy to open up to, it wouldn’t take much for him to know and understand what was bothering you. he’s one of those kinds of people that are a light for everyone else, even when they don’t feel like one themselves. he’s so good at taking care of other people and being a shoulder to cry on, but he doesn’t quite know how to be that for himself. if you could be that person for him, and he able to know when he’s upset just as easily as he knows when you are, it would be such a value to him. anyone who can make his heart less heavy is appreciated by him. anyway, opposites attract, and any quality you find missing in each other, you’d be able to find in the other person. you’d fit right into place.

i think he’d really appreciate an introvert. he certainly isn’t one. he’s royalty and a soldier, he has to be good at talking and persuasion and being comfortable being in front of and commanding a crowd. he values his intelligence and charm, and im sure he appreciates those qualities in other people. but i also think he doesn’t particularly like talking to people. it’s like he’s putting on a performance, and he doesn’t want to perform. he’d know that, around you, that he could just be himself. he wouldn’t have to speak. he’d know you could just sit in comfortably silence. but as you’d get closer to him, you’d open up a lot more. while he wouldn’t want to talk to a crowd, he’d want to talk to you. clever banter is only fun with the other person is just as into it. while he’d get a little annoyed but other talkative people, he’d consider it an endearing quality of yours.

i don’t think nikolai is a pessimist, at least outwardly. a realist, maybe, but he still clings to some promises of hope. they keep him going. you being a pessimist would keep him in check when his thoughts got carried away, and his optimistic thoughts would force you to change your own. you’d balance eachother out with just the right amount of hope and reality.

nikolai is not a naturally angry person. it takes a lot to fluster him, and he doesn’t grow quickly to anger. he’s better at managing those kinds of feelings. but his other feelings, he has a hard time expressing. you two would be in for it trying to dance around what you’re feeling. he’s good with words though, so i think you’d be able to work it out together. you’d have to learn each others signs and tells, and actively work towards better understanding each other. you both feel a lot, and you need an outlet for it.

i think nikolai appreciates the arts, drawing especially. he’s got so many ideas for inventions and things, he needs someone who can sketch them as he plans. you could spend entire days together, ignoring other people and coming up with new ideas for his collection.

also, nikolai would LOVE taylor swift. that man is a mirrorball if i’ve ever seen one, and i just know he’d adore her if he could listen to her. she writes in a way that explains her feelings in such an intricate manner, and i think he’d admire that. he can’t explain his own feelings that well, but her lyrics would help him process. he’d be a swiftie guaranteed.

after a long day, nikolai would be ready to throw himself off of a bridge. hours and hours of boring conversations of politics, trying to appease so many people at once. he’d want nothing more than to see you and sit with you alone, getting his mind off things. he’d find you in your room, where you’d be sitting at the small piano he had brought in. he could feel the weight lifting off his shoulders at the sight of you.

you’d greet him with a smile, patting the spot on the bench next to you. “hello, love. how was your day.”

“mindnumbingly boring. i think i could actually feel parts of my brain dying.”

you’d chuckle, resting your head against his shoulder. “that sounds terrible. do you want to talk about it?”

“no thank you, darling.”

he’d smile down at you, shaking his head. settling in his spot, he’d motion to the piano, resting his fingers on the keys.

“my mother tried teaching me the piano. actually, it was a tutor, but it was on her wishes. i never could master it, much to her displeasure and my annoyance. it was like i was reading way faster than i was able to play. my hands couldn’t keep up.”

you’d nod, your hands brushing his as you ghosted over the keys. “it took me ages to get the coordination right. but i suppose, in your usual fashion, you didn’t have enough patience to keep trying. i’ll bet it’s why you moved on to inventions. at least it was a hobby that would keep your mother off your back.”

“be nice to me!” he’d scold, but he was grinning at your teasing. “i’ve had a long day.”

“as you command, moi tsar,” you’d jest, smiling when he rolled his eyes.

it was his turn to settle his head on your shoulder, taking a long and deep breath. he shut his eyes, savoring the peaceful moment.

“play something for me,” he’d say softly.

you’d nod, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his head, before turning your attention back to the keys, beginning to play a melody he’d always mentioned liking.

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[nezhcs]

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