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toppersjeep · 6 months

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Chapter 13- All For Love Charles Leclerc

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(One more chapter left after this everyone!! Thank you for all the love on this book. It means the world) -AN

elenaleclerc✔️: I’ve been away from social media for a while now. But I really don’t think I can hide this anymore from the world. I’d like to introduce everyone to our baby girl. We thought you were gonna be a boy at first but we were very surprised the day you were born. Either way I’m so happy that you are here. I’m so proud to be your mom. I love you so much I can’t get over how adorable you are. I also can’t get over this picture like look at both my babies. With that being said I’d love to share her name with everyone. I’d like everyone to meet Jules Joy Leclerc. We knew immediately we wanted Jules but Charles had the most amazing idea for her middle name. In honor of my late mother. I hope you all stick with the three of us in this next chapter. We love you all so much.

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landonorris✔️: does this mean I can post the cute pics of me and jul??

elenaleclerc✔️: landonorris yes !! omg and send the cute family ones

adelinebellamy✔️: STAWP I LOVE BABY LECLERC

danielricciardo✔️: Jules 🥹

mercedesamg✔️: baby Jules she’s so precious

lewishamilton✔️: Roscoe misses Jules !! bring her by the paddock 🥺

charlesleclerc✔️: love you both more than anything my Ferrari girls 🥹❤️

ferrari✔️: baby leclerc maybe a future world champion like her mama 😉

maxverstappen1✔️: p says she misses Jules bring her by sometime:)

elenaleclerc✔️: maxverstappen1 I will most definitely bring Jules by the paddock soon

kellypiquet✔️: oh she’s beautiful has her moms smile and dads eyes 🥹

elenaleclerc✔️: kellypiquet so happy she had his eyes like I’m obsessed with her

I walked into the paddock carrying Jules. Everyone smiled and took pictures. The Netflix crew came up. I smiled.

“Hey Netflix this is miss Jules” I said she smiled. I then waved her little hand. “And we are off to Ferrari to see Dad race huh” I said. “Love her little Ferrari outfit” Christian said walking by.

“Isn’t it adorable” I said. “You sure she can’t have a Red Bull hat” Christian said. “What do you think” I said. Jules pointed to the Ferrari garage. “Ahhh I see just like her Dad” Christian said I smiled.

We then went to the Ferrari paddock. Everyone smiled as we walked in together.

“Aweee baby Jules” Joris said. “She’s actually pretty excited.. she napped till we got here” I said. “She’s adorable” he said. “Ready to go find daddy” I said she smiled.

We then walked into the garage.

“Oh look who’s here is that my favorite Leclerc” Carlos said. “Look it’s Uncle Carlos” I said she laughed. “Oh my goodness the whole Ferrari outfit aren’t you adorable” Carlos said. “Her little pants even have dads number” I said.

“Oh my god” Carlos said. “Oh my goodness is that my little girl” Charles said walking over. Jules smiled. “Who’s that baby” I said she laughed. “Oh my goodness come here” Charles said taking her. “She’s been so excited” I said.

“Oh I missed you my little princess” Charles said kissing her head. “We missed you too” I said. “You know I missed you my lucky charm of course” Charles said kissing me. “Lucky charms now” Carlos said. “Most definitely” Charles said looking at Jules.

“Did you see her outfit” I said. “Oh my goodness look at my little Ferrari girl” Charles said. “This is the cutest thing ever” Charles said. I took a picture of them. “So making this my lockscreen” I said. “Jules are you hungry let’s grab some food huh” Charles said.

After a long day of racing we went back to our house. Thankfully the race was in Monaco today. So we were all able to go.

“She’s having a hard time sleeping” I said. “Oh let me try” Charles said. “You can rest it was a long race day Charles” I said. “I got it” Charles said walking into Jules room.

“Oh honey what’s wrong” Charles said looking into her crib. She cried. “It’s alright daddy’s here I promise” Charles said. I leaned in the doorway. He then picked her up. “I’m not going anywhere” he said to her.

He then sung her a little song. And soon enough she was fast asleep with her little head rested on him. He then set her back into her crib and covered her up.

We both walked out of her room.

“See I don’t know how you get her to sleep” I said. “I guess she’s just a daddy’s girl” Charles said. “That makes two of us” I said. “So Mrs. Leclerc.. I believe we have a race to celebrate” Charles said.

“Yeah really oh who won today” I said. “I think your pretty amazing husband got P1 today” Charles said I smiled. “And what does he want” I said. “His prize” he said. “Mmmh..” I said kissing him.

Later…

“So will you ever come back to racing” Charles said. “Actually I am but not as a driver” I said. “What will you be doing” Charles asked. I snuggled up to him. “Toto offered me the job of a race strategist” I said.

“That’s perfect love” Charles said. “Yeah and Jules can come too” I said. “I do want to tell you after this year I’m retiring” Charles said. “You are” I said. “I wanna spend time with my girls” Charles said.

“We’d like that” I said. “And I’m thinking of opening up my own karting track for kids” Charles said. “I think that sounds like an amazing idea” I said. “Only if you’ll help too” he said. “I’d follow you anywhere Charles I have since day one” I said.

“And that’s why I love you” he said. “More that our daughter” I said. “I think I love you both equally” he said. Then Jules started crying again. “Speak of our girl” I said. “Get rest I’ll feed her love” Charles said.

“Thank you baby” I said he kissed me. “Mmmh go to sleep” Charles said I smiled. I couldn’t ask for anything better in life.

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fortisfilia · 18 days

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Promised Part 13 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 3k

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Part 13 - Pranks and proper Paybacks

The quill in your hand scratched lightly over the parchment as you were taking notes for Astronomy in the library. It was quiet, as usual, except for the occasional questions and thereof resulting explanations between Ben and Camille. She helped him study for his upcoming Herbology exam, for which he clearly hadn’t revised enough yet. Silly boy.

Tom was there too and sat next to you, completing the quartet round the table. He tried his best not to hiss at them every time Ben asked something. You noticed from the corner of your eye, how he gulped down every thought that built up in his head when another word poured from Ben’s mouth. It was amusing seeing Tom battling with himself to keep his cool. He still didn’t like Ben very much and would much rather study with you alone. But the fact that he had voluntarily sat down with the three of you, tried to behave and didn’t yell at Ben whenever he opened his mouth, was a sign that he probably didn’t hate him as much as he pretended to.

“So, about the Fluxweed again,” Ben whispered, browsing through his book. “How many days does it have to grow?”

Camille was about to answer when Tom pressed his palm against his forehead and exhaled dramatically. “Sixteen, Ben. It’s sixteen. She’s told you that three times at least.”

Ben took a quick look at Tom, while still fumbling through the book. “I know, mate. I just can’t memorise it. Why do I even need to know that?”

Tom flung a piece of parchment toward him, pointing at the empty sheet. “Write it down, then. There are some things you must know. Get over it.”

“Alright, alright,” Ben grinned, apparently not caring about Tom’s tone at all. “I’ll write it down, see? Fluxweed takes thirteen days to grow. Happy now?”

“Sixteen,” Camille, Tom and you sighed in unison.

“Oh.” He crossed out the number and sloppily wrote the correct one above it. “Sixteen then.”

Camille and you chuckled to yourselves while Tom only shook his head slightly, his eyes back inside his own book. Ben certainly was careless, or to be more precise, a lot more careless than Camille, Tom and you when it came to grades. The way he talked about homework and even exams was astonishing. He hadn’t even studied for his O.W.L. in Care for Magical Creatures in his fifth year, and he still got an ‘Exceeds Expectations’. Or so he had told you. He'd always found a way to talk his way out of things, unsurprisingly. Teachers really seemed to like him. Or rather do anything to stop him from talking once in a while.

“Oh, wait,” Ben said again.

“Just read your book,” Tom grunted.

“No, hang on.”

Ben stood up and stretched his arm out quickly, reaching and grasping for something to your left. You all turned your heads and saw him catching something that had been flying right at you.

“I might be bad at Herbology. But you’re lucky I’m a bloody good Seeker,” he said and twisted the thin thing between his fingers.

“What is it?” Camille asked. “Let me see.”

Ben put the thing down on the desk, still pressing his index finger on top of it. “It’s a quill. I think it’s jinxed. It was flying on its own and headed right for your face,” he said and looked at you. “Still wants to, I can feel it moving.”

The grey quill twitched eagerly beneath Ben’s hand, trying to escape and pointed its sharp tip right at you, ready to pierce into your skin.

“Not again,” you mumbled.

“Again?”

Things, odd things, had been happening during the week. Someone had played some pranks and antics on you. You hadn’t found out who it was yet, but it certainly had become pesky. On Monday, someone had left you a note that said Professor Merrythought wanted a word with you. Once you had arrived at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, however, you were met with a confused teacher and had a hard time explaining yourself. Tuesday, someone had poured Rash Powder over your dinner. You had almost taken a bite but thankfully had noticed the unfamiliar smell in time. Wednesday was more subtle. There had been puddles and slippery spots everywhere you stepped. Avoiding them had been a tedious task. And now, on Thursday, this. The quill didn’t look like it could badly injure you, but its vivid nature was a sign for a hex, rather than a jinx. No matter who it was, all those things did tear on your nerves. Not only because the pranks got to you, but because there was a possibility someone had been following you without you noticing. Every time you had gone to the Come and Go Room you had turned around and checked if someone was behind you, just in case. That was the exhausting part.

“Just some pranks,” you explained. “I don’t know who or why, but it’s getting fairly ridiculous.”

“Could someone”-Ben puffed-“stop this thing? It’s trying to escape.”

Tom pointed his wand directly at the quill and rolled his wrist. It lit up for a fraction of a second and crumbled to dust right after.

“Ouch,” Ben yelped and fanned his hand through the air hastily before putting his index inside his mouth. “Thanks, mate.”

Tom smirked, partly for the spell he had just cast and partly for burning Ben’s fingertip. “Anytime, mate.”

Camille dragged her finger through the ashes, took a good look at them and rubbed it off between her index and her thumb. “Who would do that?”

“I don’t know,” you answered.

“Avery and Lestrange again, perhaps?”

“Unlikely,” Tom said. “I checked on them some days ago. They’re still with Carpe most of the time, scrubbing the floors and polishing trophies. And besides, they wouldn’t dare.”

“Who else could it be then?” Camille asked as she blew the remaining ashes off the desk with a quick cleaning spell.

The four of you exchanged looks around the table. “To be honest,” Tom began. “I was suspecting you for a while, Ben.”

“Me?” Ben asked wide-eyed. “Why would I do that? I just stopped that quill.”

“‘I’m aware, I’ve seen that now.”

Camille hummed, deep in thought. “Wait,” she said. “What about Freda? Freda Morris.”

“The head girl?” Ben asked.

“Yes,” she said. “She was so jealous at Slughorn’s party, wasn’t she?”

Tom looked at you, biting on the inside of his lower lip, then nodded. “That doesn’t sound too far-fetched.”

“I wouldn’t have thought she’d be so creative,” you said while picking up your books. “Well, I’ll keep an eye on her then.”

Once you had gathered your things, you got up and waited for Tom to do the same.

“Where are you going?” Camille asked. “It’s not even seven yet.”

“I have to,” you stopped yourself. You had to tend to the potion in the Come and Go Room again. Needless to say, you couldn’t tell them that. “I have to go and look after Nagini. The snake. She’s shedding at the moment. Talk to you soon.”

“Let us know if something else happens,” Camille said and waved you goodbye.

Tom followed you silently. Of course, they didn’t ask him why he had to come and check on Nagini as well. The perks of being intimidating. Apart from this, Camille and Ben surely didn’t mind studying without him nagging all the time.

On your way out, right when you left the library and headed toward the grand staircase, Tom and you were halted by another student. Platinum blonde and blue-eyed, Abraxas Malfoy, who was one of Tom’s ever so devious sycophants, locked eyes with him.

“Tom,” he greeted and stopped right in his tracks.

“Abraxas,” Tom replied.

Oh, what did he want now? There wasn’t a lot of time until the potion had to be stirred, so hopefully Malfoy wouldn’t keep you from going any longer.

“So,” Abraxas began. “I’ve seen, you like to keep new company these days.”

Tom frowned and looked over his shoulder. Clearly, Abraxas didn’t mean you. “What are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything,” he said and chortled a sour laugh. “I’m just observing. You’re dealing with mudbloods now?”

He was talking about Ben. Malfoy and Tom’s other ‘friends’ had probably seen you in the library together. Or in the Three Broomsticks, some weeks ago. Abraxas must have felt really brave to talk to the head boy in this way. His chest was swollen with pride and the glint in his gaze spoke more than he could have ever said. He was out to get something from this conversation.

Tom only exhaled sharply and stared back at Malfoy, unconcerned about his reproach. “And how come that’s any of your business, exactly?”

“Oh, it isn’t of course,” Abraxas answered. “I was just surprised. Shocked even.”

“I do apologize,” Tom sneered, clicking his tongue in fake sympathy. “That the gathering of other people, who don’t concern you in the slightest, has ruined your precious day.”

Abraxas stared back at him, obviously trying hard to keep calm. His smile still sat neatly on his face; it was his eyes that betrayed him. “No need to worry about me. I merely started thinking, daydreaming, that your Grandfather might not appreciate that.”

Tom took a step closer, his nostrils flared for a moment and a vein on his neck stood out. “Abraxas,” he whispered so spitefully, it almost sounded like he was talking in Parseltongue, words spilling out of him like pure venom. “I’d advise you to worry about your own life. Because if you don’t, wouldn’t it be tragic if your Mother found out what happened last year at your house? When the maid left and never came back? What was the reason again? If only I remembered. Oh, I do.”

Malfoy’s expression changed momentarily, his head sunk and his eyes darted across the floor, trying hard to think of what to answer.

“Do we understand each other?” Tom asked.

Abraxas nodded, lips thin and full of fury. He instinctively retracted and took a step back, keeping his head low and looked up at Tom through knitted brows.

“Good,” Tom said and left Malfoy standing there.

Continuing to walk to the grand staircase, he appeared like nothing but a casual chat between two friends had just happened.

“Well,” you said after Abraxas was out of earshot. “That was interesting.”

“They’re all so stupid, sometimes I wonder how they’ve lived this long,” Tom replied. “I have dirt on every single one of them. And they try to blackmail me. Ridiculous.”

“Idiots indeed,” you shook your head. “Do I want to know what happened to the maid?”

“You don’t. It’s a long, repulsive story.”

No doubt it was. Abraxas was known for his dreadful ways and how he had tormented younger students ever since. He wasn’t like Avery or Lestrange, a dumb follower, who had Hippogriff crap for brains. No, he was mindful, awfully aware of his surroundings and constantly seemed to brood about his next step. He reminded you of Marvolo, they both had the same aura, cold and demeaning, always looking for ways to take advantage of other people’s misery. It was no surprise that he had tried to intimidate Tom, maybe even pass him in their hierarchy by threatening to tell everyone about his association with a muggle-born. But he hadn’t thought it through. Tom Riddle wasn’t one to mess with and he had just made that crystal clear. Ben might have not been his friend, but still, he hadn’t let Abraxas speak ill of him.

“I wouldn’t have thought you liked Ben,” you said once you turned another corner.

Tom opened his mouth and looked at you in disbelief for a moment, as if you had just insulted him, before he started talking. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, it just seemed like it. You came to his defence so quickly. That’s why I assumed.”

“This wasn’t about Hilt. It was about me, Marvolo and that bootlicker Malfoy.”

“Whatever you say,” you grinned while Tom rolled his eyes.

Friday evolved to be the worst day of the week. Not only had you almost gotten detention for falling victim to a Knockback jinx during Defence Against the Dark Arts if Camille hadn’t come to your rescue. Professor Merrythought still hadn’t forgotten about your visit on Monday and thought you were trying to disturb her lesson again. But in addition, your curriculum almost hindered you from tending to your potion completely. It had become nearly impossible to handle everything at once. Your classes, homework, studying for the N.E.W.T.s, taking care of the antidote and on top of all that, those stupid pranks. It had been draining and your body ached for a bit of rest.

On your way to Tom’s dorm, when the sun had already set and you were finally done with everything for the day, you heard the clink of a door handle turning behind you. It almost had gone overheard, the only thing you wanted to do was sit down for a moment and unwind, even if only for an hour. You had already reached the door to Tom’s room and could have just entered to forget about the world for a while. But there was this unsettling feeling inside of you and Camille’s words from the library ran through your head again. You turned around. And thank Merlin you did.

Freda Morris stood in her door frame, smirking with her wand pointed right at you. She must have been taken by surprise, it didn’t seem like she had expected you to look at her. Her wand sank in an instant before she hid it behind her back.

“You,” you muttered, taking some steps her way. “It was you all week, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, mocking you with a smile.

“Just admit it at least. Coward. You know exactly what I’m talking about and you were just trying to do it again, weren’t you?”

Freda shook her head and put a strand of hair behind her ear with her skinny fingers. “I’m head girl, dear. I would never do anything to harm another student if that is what you’re implying. I don’t know what could have given you the idea.”

“Oh shut up,” you spat. “Head girl, yes. An awful excuse for one at best.”

The door behind you opened and Tom appeared from inside. He looked out into the hallway frowning. “What’s all that noise about?”

“Your fiancée’s throwing a fit.”

“Camille was right,” you said, still not taking your eyes off Freda. “It was her. The note, the quill and everything else. I just caught her right in the act.”

Freda heaved one single, shrill laugh at your words and straightened her posture. “I just told you, I would never do such things.”

“What were you doing then? Pointing your wand at me, when I have my back turned on you.”

She pondered, taken aback, while she looked at Tom beside you until her grin appeared back on her face. “You’re imagining things. I was just leaving my room to go and talk to Professor Dippet. That’s when you started to yell at me for no reason.”

“Liar!”

She didn’t lower herself to even look at you anymore. Instead, she looked at Tom. “Is this really what you look for in a woman? Hysterical and hostile? I would have thought you had better taste.”

The need to go up to her and slap her across the face seemed almost unbearable. Your hands were balled into fists and it took all your might not to take out your wand and pay her back everything she had done to you, times ten. Tom on the other hand stayed calm and smiled weakly while looking back at her.

“Don’t worry about my taste, Freda,” he said. “I’d rather worry about your memory. Maybe you haven’t been informed, which would be very unfortunate seeing that you are head girl, but Professor Dippet isn’t in Hogwarts today. He’s been called in by the Wizengamot. How could you have been on your way to him then?”

Freda’s smile faltered, her eyes darting back and forth between Tom and you. “I must have not gotten his owl then.”

“Certainly,” Tom said. “I want a word. Now.”

“No,” you intervened and he stopped his movements to look at you. “I can do this myself.”

Tom stepped back with a small smirk on his face. Freda was in for a treat. You walked up to her until there was only a hand’s breadth of space between your faces.

“Listen now,” you said, your heart pumping strongly inside your chest. “I don’t know what you were thinking. If you were thinking. But I swear, if you ever play another of your pranks on me again, I-”

“You what?” she asked and shoved you by the shoulder. “Do you think I’m scared of you?”

The moment she had touched you, you felt something moving by your feet. Nagini had slithered out through Tom’s open door and hissed louder than you had ever heard before. Freda gasped and took several steps backwards, startled by the snake. Nagini placed herself between the two of you and reared up, looking as huge and aggressive as ever. Her hisses were meant for one person only and when you looked back at Tom, you recognised that he wasn’t talking to the snake. She had come to your defence on her own.

“Take that thing away,” Freda yelled. “Make it stop.”

“Or what?” you asked. “You might have not been scared of me yet, but I promise you, give me one more reason and you will be.”

She didn’t dare answer, still looking down at Nagini in utmost panic and trying to foresee every move the snake was about to make. You savoured on the sight for a moment, fervently enjoying how Freda fumbled for the doorknob behind herself.

“Come Nagini,” you then said as you turned around. “Leave her alone. For now.”

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lavendermunson · 5 months

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˖ ⠀🎄 ݁ . leia’s christmas tree farm!

happy holidays to everyone! i wish you all so much happiness and love. i’m a pretty big fan of this month because i get to celebrate it big and i want you to join the party

i put together a list of prompts that will help me to make a blurb for either eddie or steve, there’s 13 of them because it’s my lucky number and tay’s so at the end you will have 13 blurbs from me before christmas!

the prompts:

Gingerbread eddie munson

Christmas lights steve harrington

Cards eddie munson

Ribbon steve harrington

Candles eddie munson

Gifts steve harrington

Angel steve and eddie

Red velvet steve harrington

Snow steve harrington

Scarf eddie munson

Bells eddie munson

Christmas tree eddie munson NEW!

Mistletoe steve harrington NEW!

stand alone:

i want you, bless my soul eddie munson

each one of them will have their content warnings

˖ ⠀🎅🏻 ݁ . but hey, it doesn’t end here. you can also request a gift from santa!!

send the magic word jingle bell + the name of the character + the theme or an au/song/movie for a moodboard. specify nsfw or fluff.

songs by: taylor swift, lana del rey, sabrina carpenter, artic monkeys or any christmas song.

movies: christmas [ love actually, the holiday, while you were sleeping, holidate, something from tiffany’s, last christmas, christmas land, christmas prince, let it snow] some romcoms [ 27 dresses, how to lose a man in ten days, laws of attraction, 10 things i hate about you, she is all that, the proposal, love actually, when harry met sally, 13 going on 30, pretty woman, nothing hill, cinderella story, pretty woman, made of honor, confessions of a shopaholic, nothing hill, princess diaries, love at first sight, the other zoey]

send the magic word candy cane + name of the character + the prompt for a blurb * as an extra you can add an au of your choosing. specify nsfw, smut, fluff, angst.

list of prompts for this event:

gift giving prompts

mistletoe adventures

scenarios + dialogues

au’s: rockstar!au, dad!au, mechanic!au, older!au, bestfriend!au, roommate!au, coworker!au, barista!au, baker!au, daddy!au, fwb!au – rockstar!reader, singer!reader, shy!reader, bookworm!reader, girly!reader.

please check my good ol’ request guidelines just in case

requests are closed!!

if you’d like to reblog this for boost i’ll appreciate, this is my first event i hope you have fun!!!! thank you for all the support 🩵🎄

dividers by @saradika

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penny00dreadful · 4 months

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Spies AU - Part 12

Part 1 Part 13 AO3

Happy new year 😘

18th November 2015

With a short glance around the corner of the statue, Eddie slipped out of the shadows, dragging Steve along beside him, still holding his hand.

They kept close to the walls, Eddie steering him the whole time, keeping him close to the wall and blocking him with his body as they walked.

Steve could feel his heart kicking around in his chest and his breathing becoming a little more laboured as Eddie brought him in closer again.

He was worried.

He was worried that Eddie was going to get himself killed or hurt again helping Steve. He always got hurt helping him. Though his skin was pristine again and his movements were fluid, Steve vividly remembered what Eddie had looked like.

Looking at him right now, there wasn’t a single trace left of the broken and battered man who had draped himself across Steve’s couch nearly a month ago.

But at the same time, while he was worried, there was a part of him that was excited.

Steve didn’t get into this line of work because he liked the cosy comfort of safety.

There was a thrill being here with Eddie.

There was a thrill at the idea of getting caught, the danger that came along with trying to sneak out of a packed room, unseen, moving slowly and close together, half in the shadows around the periphery.

Steve wasn’t sure exactly what Eddie was avoiding, probably multiple people at once, but he could tell he didn’t want to end up back in the crowd again.

But in all honesty how much danger could Steve have possibly been in?

He could have been dragged somewhere quiet but he was hardly going to be drawn and quartered in this room.

But all in all it was very thrilling.

It really shouldn’t have been, but it was.

Every time Eddie’s fingers tightened around his own, he felt it the whole way up his arm, straight towards his heart, hoping, just hoping that as soon as they were in the clear, he wouldn’t have to wait a number of weeks to see Eddie again.

Honestly Steve was maybe a little lucky that Eddie still had a hold of him because he, again, had stopped paying attention to where they were going, too busy staring at Eddie who had a slightly intense look on his face, eyes constantly darting around the room and with body language that said ‘stay away’.

And it was all for Steve. He was doing it all for him. To keep him safe. To get him out of a dangerous situation he had put himself in.

“Check in, dingus. Everything going okay? Your heart rate has been up for a while.” Robin’s voice sounded in his head.

Steve raised his hand, flipping the switch. “Yeah, everything’s good Birdie.” He muttered.

Eddie glanced back at him, his eyes flicking between Steve’s and then towards the hearing aid. He gave his fingers a squeeze before turning forward again.

“Okay. Are you gonna head out soon? Do you need an exit plan?”

“No, I have- I’m with… he-”

“Oh my god.” Robing breathed. “Kas showed up?” She whispered, so low that Steve barely caught it, trying not to be overheard by the other analysts who might still be in the office.

Steve couldn’t help the soft smile that spread over his face. “He did.”

“Ugh. Sappy. And you’re taking him home to fuck his brains out?”

“If I’m lucky.”

“As long as you remember to take the communicator off this time, I wish you luck.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“That’s such a weird phrase, but okay. I’ll hang out here until you give me the signal but please god switch your mic off. I don’t want to hear whatever boy-flirting you two get up to.”

Steve smiled to himself again. “Sure thing, boss.” He flipped the switch back off and looked up to find Eddie watching him out of the corner of his eye.

“Your analyst knows about me?” He asked, his body a little tenser than it had been.

“She’s my best friend.”

Eddie glanced over, his eyes getting softer. “That’s sweet.” He came to a stop next to a swinging door tucked out of sight.

“Okay, I don’t think anyone paid us much attention. Luckily, it’s getting later into the night and everyone’s already had plenty to drink because, apparently, professionalism is a dated concept-”

Eddie cut himself off, when he turned back around, coming face to face with Steve, pulling away a little and giving him a small bewildered smile.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Steve blinked back. “Like what?”

“Like you- like… Nevermind.” Eddie shook his head. “We’re going through the staff halls. Think your rich boy sensibilities can handle that?”

Steve rolled his eyes, pulling them both around until the door was behind him. “I thought I told you I don’t go in for that lifestyle anymore.”

“Yeah, but I saw you in there, sweetheart.” Eddie leaned forward and Steve leaned away, pushing the door open with his back but Eddie just followed through. “It’s like you were born to schmooze with boring old money and crooked elite.”

“How long were you watching me?”

Eddie spun, dragging him down a bright but deserted hallway at a much brisker pace this time, their hands still clasped together.

“A while.”

They passed by a door that Steve could clearly hear through, the bustling sounds of a kitchen hard at work, getting every hors d'oeuvre exactly correct if he had to guess.

Through various twists and turns, Steve found himself being led underground, where the cold November night air was slowly able to seep through the concrete more and more until they were in a wide open garage, filled with rows and rows of cars.

“Did you drive here?” Eddie asked, holding Steve a little closer, their breath fogging up in the cold air.

“Are you going to warn me that maybe Creel has put a bomb under my car?”

“Nah.” Eddie smiled, wide and dazzling and mesmerising. “He’d never be as crass as that.”

“And you would be?” Steve asked as he scanned over the cars, itching to get behind the wheel of quite a few of them. Sports cars, vintage cars, a Rolls, a… fuck was that a Ford Model K?

Steve found himself drifting towards it, he wanted to touch but at the same time touching a car like that felt like a sin.

He didn’t get very far either way because Eddie kept pulling him in the opposite direction.

“You can look at the pretty cars another time, sweetheart. But to answer your question, explosives aren’t really my style. Way too loud, draws way too much attention. Ostentatious, if you ask me.”

Steve finally managed to tear his eyes away from the vintage car. “Sounds exactly like you.”

“You’re being very cheeky.”

“I’m just…” Steve huffed, trying to keep the blush away from his face. “I’m really happy to see you again.” He muttered before straightening his shoulders. “And no. I didn’t drive.”

Eddie blinked at him, chewing on the inside of his cheek with a small smile, but seemed to settle on pushing on with his line of questioning rather than commenting on the words Steve wished he could swallow back down.

“Then how did you get here? And how the hell did you plan on getting home?”

“Should have brought a chauffeur, huh?” He grinned. “I took an uber.”

“An- an uber?” Eddie looked scandalised. “You took an uber to a Creel Gala?”

“It was a luxury uber!”

“Not from your apartment building, I hope.”

“No. I’m not that stupid, thank you.” He gave Eddie a little shove. “What about you? Did you get chauffeured by someone, or something?”

“Not exactly.”

Eddie continued to face him, dragging him backwards until they came to a complete stop and Steve looked over.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Eddie grinned, eyes flashing.

“Problem, sweetheart?”

"You're telling me you drove to a Gala, in a tux, on a motorbike?” It was a sleek and powerful looking thing. All black angles and harsh metal. “At least I was in a fucking car. Creel wouldn’t spring for you?" He smiled back.

“I… well… I wasn’t exactly supposed to be here tonight?” Eddie said, tilting the end of the sentence up like it was a question.

“Were you supposed to be out killing someone?”

“Not really.” He held a helmet out to Steve who took it. “I was just told I wasn’t needed.”

“That seems… suspicious.”

“Not that suspicious.” In the time it took for Steve to get the helmet over his head, Eddie had moved closer to him, gently bucking the strap under his chin. “It might surprise you to find out but bringing an assassin to a party generally tends to lower the mood.”

“But would they even know who you were?”

“Probably not. Probably think I’m someone hired to look mean and scary.” Eddie shrugged, forcing his own helmet down over his head, swinging his leg over the bike and straddling it with just a touch too much of a curve to his back to be natural.

Not that Steve was complaining.

“Hop on, sweetheart."

Steve raised an eyebrow but did as he was told, taking his time to press himself up against Eddie's back far harder than he needed to, winding his arms around his waist and holding on tight.

If he hadn’t been prepared for it, the roar of the bike as it took off would have made him jump.

He gave a little squeeze of his legs when they turned to stop his body lurching around. They sped up the incline towards the garage doors that opened automatically and then they were out into the night.

When they stopped outside Steve’s apartment building, Eddie made no move to get off the bike, he stayed firmly planted with the machine between his thighs and his face impossible to determine through the helmet while Steve slipped off behind him.

He stayed firmly within Eddie’s space as he pulled his helmet off, shaking his hair out and trying to get it to behave.

He gently pulled Eddie’s helmet from his head and tried not to smile at the atrocious state it had left his hair in.

“Gonna give me a kiss goodnight, sweetheart?” Eddie grinned at him all roguish bravado and white hot flirting that didn’t do a good enough job of hiding the nervous set of his jaw and the stiffness along his body, like he was ready to bolt at the slightest hint of rejection.

Steve tilted his head, reaching out to carefully run his hand over Eddie’s arm, tracing it the whole way down until he could lace their fingers together.

“Something like that.” Steve said softly, bringing his free hand up and running his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip, featherlight. “Will you let me take care of you tonight, baby?”

Eddie stared up at him, lips parting ever so slightly under the weight of Steve’s thumb and tongue flicking out just a little to skim over the top.

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

Eddie finally rose from his seat, swinging his leg over so he was standing right in front of Steve, their hands still clasped between them.

“Lead the way.”

Despite how soft everything had started out, the energy in the elevator was charged, the two of them close to one another, Steve’s arm around Eddie’s shoulder, their hands clasped, not wanting to let each other go like they’d disappear into a puff of smoke if they did.

But they also seemed to be under a mutual agreement not to start anything until they were safely locked in Steve’s apartment or things could very well begin and end in that elevator.

Steve’s blood was already alight in anticipation. He felt like he was suffocating in the best way, being trapped in a tiny metal box with Eddie pressed into his side, completely surrounded by him.

He almost let out a sigh of relief when the doors opened, but he refused to let Eddie go far.

It just felt so right to have him tucked into his side, like they were two puzzle pieces that finally fit.

It took longer than he would have liked to get into his apartment, all those fucking locks be damned.

Eddie didn’t waste a second.

Almost as soon as the door was closed behind them, he was on him, kissing him with so much heat and desperation Steve was left momentarily breathless, hands up under Eddie’s jacket fisted in the back of his shirt while Eddie managed to walk him back until he was pressed up against the door.

“Dingus, I swear to our Lord and Saviour Judy Garland, give me the fucking signal, I know what you’re doing. I can see your vitals, I can see you’re back at your apartment-”

Steve pulled back, reaching up to flip the switch and trying to control his breathing as Eddie latched onto his neck, biting and sucking and licking.

“I’ve dropped anchor.”

“God, that sounds disgusting right now. Okay, I’m leaving, go get ‘em tiger. Happy slutting.”

“Love you too, Birdie.”

Steve practically ripped the hearing aid out, dropping it onto the side table by the door and grabbing at Eddie’s face, crashing their lips back together.

The two of them were hungry, desperate, after months and months of flirting and teasing and just barely being on the edge of danger every time they saw each other.

It was almost savage.

Eddie kissed him in a very similar way he had before but where the last kiss was full of anger and hurt and a little bit of confusion, this one was full of craving and eagerness and desire.

Steve was almost delirious with it, finally having him here was magical. He held Eddie close with a hand at the back of his neck, refusing to let him go anywhere, slipping his tongue into his mouth and trying to lick at everything he could reach.

Eddie’s hands were running up and down his body, diving under his jacket and untucking his shirt from his pants.

His muffled shout of surprise was drowned in Eddie’s mouth as Eddie’s hands, cold from the bike, grabbed at the skin at his waist, mapping out the scars there by touch.

Steve pushed, keeping them connected with wandering hands and nipping teeth but pushed nonetheless until Eddie was now the one being walked backwards, down the dim hall to Steve’s bedroom.

Eddie’s hands came up to fumble at Steve’s bowtie, getting it loose enough to tug free and throwing it away to the side somewhere while slipping Steve’s suit jacket off his shoulders.

Steve had his eyes closed, he couldn’t see anything, he didn’t need to, he knew the way to his bedroom blindfolded.

He could feel Eddie’s lips on his and Eddie’s fingers as they started to fumble with the buttons of his shirt and the frustrated puff of air and the muttered words let out over his lips.

“Fuck this.”

Next thing Steve knew there was a great wrenching at the front of his shirt, the sound of fabric ripping and buttons pinging off the walls and Eddie’s fingers digging into his chest hair and pulling.

Steve’s knees nearly went out from under him.

Glancing down he saw that not only had Eddie torn his fucking shirt open, he had also managed to tear his undershirt down the middle as well at the same fucking time, while looking immensely proud of himself.

“Was that necessary?” Steve growled, boxing him in against the wall right next to his open bedroom doorway.

Eddie ran a hand up his stomach, burying his fingers into Steve’s chest hair again and tugged hard while grinning across at him, sharp and wolfish.

“Entirely.”

Steve glared at him. “When did you decide to become a brat?”

“Awh.” Eddie cooed back. “Are you gonna pretend you don’t like it?”

“No.” Steve snapped his hands down, grabbing Eddie's thighs and hoisting him up, barely giving him a chance to scrabble to hold on.

Steve dove back in, capturing up Eddie’s lips again in a kiss before he could let his mouth run away with him. He could feel Eddie’s hard cock against his stomach as he stepped away from the wall and entered his bedroom, Eddie throwing a leg out to kick the door closed behind them.

With a great heave Steve threw him onto the bed, relishing in the surprised little squeak he let out before the air was punched out of his lungs when he landed. He just lay there, bouncing slightly, staring at Steve slack jawed and red faced.

“Clothes.” Steve waved his finger in a circular motion. “Off. Now.”

Eddie glanced down at himself then back up and Steve before surprisingly starting to pull himself out of his various layers with nary a bitchy comment to be heard.

While Steve shucked off the tattered remains of his shirt, letting it flutter to the floor along with his undershirt and kicking his way out of his pants, he watched enraptured as Eddie slowly revealed more and more of his body.

Steve had seen some of his tattoos before, but most had been marred by horrible bruises and cuts, but now, Steve had the opportunity to examine them.

With not even a whisper of embarrassment, Eddie had stripped himself completely nude, all that dark black and grey inkwork standing out against his pale skin, complimenting it beautifully along with his delicious hard and heavy cock, red at the tip and laying against his hip, nestled in dark curls.

Steve took the barest of steps forward when Eddie made a move to sit up, standing between his spread legs, feeling the heat radiating between the two of them. He kept his body back, keeping all touch as minimal as possible as he slowly bent over and pushed Eddie back down with a gentle hand on his chest.

“Let me look at you.” Steve whispered, watching the way the tattoos rippled under his touch, fascinated.

Eddie swallowed before his face broke into a wide grin, conceding and relaxing himself back onto the sheets with a satisfied look on his face. “Whatever you say, big boy.” His voice rumbled low and teasing. Steve could feel it through his hand.

He took his time, stepping back to take it all in, steadily cataloguing everything he could about Eddie’s body, raking his eyes over the tattoos as Eddie’s face got pinker and pinker under his continued silent scrutiny.

There were the ones he'd seen before, the Kas tattoo, the D&D dice, the cracking marble, the mug with a hat inside with the Chicago Bulls logo on it. The tree on his ribs with the roots extending down his hip and the hourglass on the opposite side.

But now that he was looking and allowed to look, he took everything new in with hungry eyes.

There was a raven in flight spread in between his hips, drawing Steve’s eye down. Though he could have spent far longer than was necessary staring down at Eddie’s cock, mapping it with his eyes, learning where every vein settled, the different colours it would turn as he got more painfully aroused, how it looked when it was weeping and twitching and pulsing, how the velvety smooth skin sat stretched, there would be plenty of time for that.

He dragged his eyes lower. Over Eddie’s left thigh was a shadowed image of the grim reaper, a pocket watch hanging from one outstretched clawed and skeletal hand. His right leg was completely covered in an elaborate sleeve of a dragon, shaded and highlighted beautifully in black and grey, making the scales look like glinting silver.

Steve looked back up. Eddie was watching him, his big brown eyes half lidded and lustful, his chest was fluttering with his heavy breaths under Steve’s gaze, there was a beautiful dusting of pink across his cheeks and down his neck and he squirmed a little under the scrutiny.

Like having Steve’s eyes on his face was more intimate than everything they’d just done.

“Anything I’m missing out on the back?”

Eddie’s face split into another mischievous and smug smile. “I dunno.” He shrugged a little, gripping the sheets between his fingers. “Maybe.”

“Well, I’d better find out then, hadn’t I?” He motioned Eddie to turn. “Hands and knees, baby.”

Eddie bit his lip, looking like he was trying to decide between bratting out and biting back or being good. Eventually he let his lip fall from his mouth, red and glistening.

Eddie rolled himself over, all brash confidence and performance, pulling himself up onto all fours, spreading his knees wide and bowing his back, stretching his arms out in front of him like a cat, putting his whole asshole on display and giving a little satisfied hum when the breath was completely stolen from Steve’s body at the sight.

Eddie’s front was more decorated than his back, though there were still those spindly bat wings spread over his shoulders and down his arms but it was the others, three smaller ones by comparison to all of Eddie’s others, that made Steve finally reach back out and touch.

Over his right ass cheek he had a bite mark inked in, the indents where the canines should have been were made to look deep and round, like something with fangs had bitten in.

On his left cheek were just two words. ‘Spank Here’.

Steve had to grab at it, gripping the flesh between his fingers, looking at how the words distorted as he pulled Eddie’s cheek to the side, feeling something white hot flood his body when Eddie inhaled in surprise.

“You are a little minx.” Steve muttered, dragging the thumb of his free hand over the third tattoo that caught his attention.

The word ‘Harder’ inked into Eddie’s lower back.

“Seems like I’m getting some instructions back here, baby.” He said, almost taken by surprise at himself and how hungry he sounded.

Eddie was panting like Steve was doing so much more to him and Steve couldn’t wait to find out just how much he could get him to unravel.

He pressed his palm over the word ‘Harder’, letting his thumb rest against Eddie’s hole, just the lightest of touches but it was enough to have Eddie trying to push back.

“I-“ Eddie gasped out, his thundering heartbeat nearly audible in his voice. “I prepped.”

Steve smiled, sharp and feral. He put some pressure behind the weight of his thumb, just barely breaching. Based on how tight Eddie was Steve could guess he hadn’t tried to open himself up much, even if he had, he wouldn’t have stayed open this long. He’d probably just flushed himself.

“Did you?”

Eddie tried to rock his hips back but Steve held him firm with his other hand, still gripping at the flesh of his cheek.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Don’t be impatient.”

Eddie tried to push back again, glaring at Steve over his shoulder.

“Are you going to put something in me this year because-” Eddie cut off with a strangled noise of surprise as Steve pushed his thumb in, just up to the first knuckle before pulling it back.

“Tell me why you prepped and I'll give you what you want.”

Even though it was what Steve had asked for, he was still maybe being a little bit mean because when Eddie opened his mouth to answer he started putting pressure against his hole again, not quite pushing in but just teasing at it, enjoying the way he could make it more difficult for him to speak, just with his hands.

“I- ah, fuck. I… I hoped I’d get to talk to you again.” Eddie groaned out, still trying to push back.

“Just talk to me?”

Eddie whined, dropping his chin down and shaking his head. “No. No.” He gasped. “I hoped you’d rearrange my guts for me, so could you get to it please?”

Steve hummed, both satisfied and even more feral than before. He bent down to place a kiss against the small of Eddie’s back before dropping himself to his knees, dragging his tongue down, hot and wet over Eddie’s hole, pushing in as much as he could without warning.

He had both hands on Eddie’s cheeks, pulling them apart and licking in like a starving man, wanting to devour him whole while Eddie writhed above him, cursing and moaning, letting out those delicious little ‘ah, ah, ah’ noises that had Steve’s blood thundering.

He would have liked to keep going until he physically couldn’t anymore, driving Eddie insane until he could no longer talk but Steve was not very patient at that moment. With one last lick as deep as he could get, he pulled his tongue out and ignored Eddie’s debauched and bratty whine of complaint.

“Can’t rearrange your guts with my tongue, baby.”

“You sure?” Eddie breathed out, shaking and trying to get his arms to behave, holding him up. “You could give it a try.”

“I could.” Steve smiled, pulling his lube and a condom out of his bedside table, dribbling some out onto his fingers and warming it up a little before pressing his wet finger against Eddie’s hole again, teasing. “How do you like it?”

“Thought you were reading the instructions?”

Steve brought his hand down in a hard smack, right over the ‘Spank Here’ tattoo.

Eddie jerked forward with a cry, a dribble of precum dripping out onto the bed sheets below.

“Like that?”

“Yup.” He nodded quickly. “Mm-hmm. Yeah. Like that. Please, sweetheart,” Eddie rocked his hips back and Steve let him this time, allowing him to fuck himself on his finger, hard and unforgiving, “need you in me yesterday.”

Again, Steve could hardly argue. He wanted the same damn thing and his patience was wearing thin.

When he pulled his finger back to try and ease a second in, Eddie speared himself on the two of them at once with barely a shudder.

“Fuck.” Steve cursed under his breath before ripping the condom packet open with his teeth, fumbling to get it on with his slippery fingers. “You like it rough?” He asked, lubing himself up again. “You like it to hurt?”

“Yes, Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie hissed, his teeth clenched. “Come on, or I’ll-”

Steve didn’t get to find out what Eddie was going to threaten him with as he pushed in, slow and steady, everything tight and hot and wet around him. He didn’t give Eddie any time to adjust, letting him have exactly what he wanted, pulling back out and slamming back in with enough force to punch a loud moan out of his throat.

He started up a hard pace, watching with relish as Eddie was reduced to a puddle beneath him, grabbing at his trim waist, using it to bend his back down even further, dragging him back and forth, fucking into him mercilessly.

Eddie was only able to speak the barest of curses under his breath and that wasn’t good enough. Steve wanted to wreck him, he wanted to ruin him, he wanted him so fucked out he couldn’t string a sentence together, he wanted to give him exactly what he asked for.

So in one hand he grabbed a fistful of hair, using that to drag Eddie back for a few thrusts, bring his other hand down as hard as he could in a smack that should have been loud enough to bounce around the room, but it was drowned out by Eddie’s responding shout.

He wasn’t going to be able to keep this up, he was getting close already. He’d been aching to have Eddie this way for such a long time and now that he had him, it was intoxicating. He’d never be able to forget it and Steve knew he’d be wanting it for the rest of his life.

He knelt his way up onto the mattress, nudging Eddie’s knees further apart until he was practically splayed wide open, spine bowed and head bent back by Steve’s fist in his hair, his whole body shaking.

Steve released his grip from Eddie’s hair but didn’t let up, grabbing at his shoulders and shoving him face down into the mattress, pounding into him relentlessly.

Eddie’s eyes were rolling back in his head and his mouth was hanging open, drooling onto the sheets below as small moans and whimpers were being punched out of his lungs by Steve’s cock.

“You close, baby?” Steve asked, his voice strained as he tried to keep his own orgasm at bay.

Eddie closed his mouth, trying to form the words, before just nodding, watching Steve over him with dark eyes and a flushed face.

Steve felt something animalistic and possessive take over him, looping his hands underneath Eddie’s shoulders and pulling him up onto his lap, sitting back on his heels and spearing Eddie deeper and harder than he had before while Eddie screamed out.

He dragged one hand down Eddie’s chest and stomach, wrapping his fingers around his cock.

He used his other hand to turn Eddie’s face towards him, holding him by the jaw and neck, hand just under his ear and kissed him deep and filthy.

Eddie’s lips trampled against his as he moaned into his mouth, trying to kiss him back. It only took a few tugs of Steve’s hand before Eddie was cumming with an entire full body shudder and a cry that Steve swallowed down, feeling him tighten around him, sending him over the edge.

He dragged Eddie’s hips down against him, deep and harsh, grinding up as he filled the condom, nearly having an out of body experience.

Eddie was completely limp in his grasp, the only sign that he hadn’t blacked out was the fluttering of his eyelashes against Steve’s neck as he blinked and panted, trying to catch his breath.

Steve guided the two of them to lay down, hissing lightly as he slipped out, kissing up and down Eddie’s neck as he let out a little whimper. He made quick work of the condom, tying it off and throwing it off the bed somewhere to be dealt with in the morning.

There were a few wet spots on the bed sheets, lube, drool, precum, cum, but it seemed like they had managed to avoid the worst of it, if the spatter across the floor was anything to go by.

Again another problem for the morning. Steve didn’t want to do anything at that moment except take care of his man.

He pushed himself up onto his elbow, brushing some hair from Eddie’s face, who smiled up at him, exhausted and completely fucked out.

“You good, baby?”

Eddie nodded, wriggling back a little so he was pressed up against Steve’s chest.

“You wanna be little spoon again?”

When Eddie nodded a second time, Steve leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, tugging him in close and holding him tight, using his legs to kick the bedsheets up over the two of them, not wanting to let go of him for a second.

As he tucked the duvet in around the both of them, Eddie’s breathing already evened out and steady, his face relaxed in sleep, Steve snuggled down and tried really hard not to think about sticking that giant ‘L’ word label on the feelings that had been lingering at the back of his mind for a while now.

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ FUNNY BIRTHDAY SENTENCE STARTERS. › ( a compilation of funny quotes taken from various birthday cards. feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses ! )

it’s my muse’s birthday ! what would yours say to them ?

1. ❝ Congrats on not being dead yet ! ❞ 2. ❝ One year closer to granny panties ! ❞ 3. ❝ Free cake ! I mean, happy birthday ! ❞ 4. ❝ I’ll always be younger than you. Ha ha ! ❞ 5. ❝ In whiskey years, you just got more delicious ! ❞ 6. ❝ For the record, you’re not old. You’re a classic ! ❞ 7. ❝ A late birthday card is better than a late period ! ❞ 8. ❝ Candles aren’t the only thing getting blown tonight ! ❞ 9. ❝ Happy anniversary of your umbilical cord separation ! ❞ 10. ❝ Another 365 days since you fell out of a vagina. Hooray ! ❞ 11. ❝ This is an annual reminder that I’m super glad you were born ! ❞ 12. ❝ The older you get, the better you get ! Unless you’re a banana... ❞ 13. ❝ I’m really glad your parents had unprotected sex ! Happy birthday ! ❞ 14. ❝ Today we celebrate the only time you won a race. Happy birthday ! ❞ 15. ❝ I’m glad you were born, my life would be pretty boring without you ! ❞ 16. ❝ Age is merely the number of years the world has been enjoying you. ❞ 17. ❝ Happy birthday to the love of my life, and the biggest pain in my ass. ❞ 18. ❝ I wanted to give you something amazing, but I didn’t fit in the gift bag. ❞ 19. ❝ Thanks for being born ! It’s a great excuse for us to get drunk and eat cake ! ❞ 20. ❝ I wish you happy birthday with all my butt ! I’d say heart, but my butt is bigger. ❞ 21. ❝ You suck... at aging ! Can you at least try to look older ? Happy birthday, anyway ! ❞ 22. ❝ Happy birthday ! We’ve been through a lot together, and most of it was your fault ! ❞ 23. ❝ Let’s celebrate your birthday the way you came into this world — naked and screaming ! ❞ 24. ❝ Birthdays are good for your health. Studies show that people who have more birthdays live the longest ! ❞ 25. ❝ Happy birthday to the funniest, prettiest, classiest bitch I know... other than myself, of course ! ❞ 26. ❝ Happy birthday ! Always remember that if you fall, I’ll be there to pick you up... after I finish laughing, of course ! ❞ 27. ❝ Happy birthday to the smartest, funniest and most beautiful person in the world ! Wait, did I say “to” ? I meant “from” ! ❞ 28. ❝ This is not a birthday card ! Because if it was, then it would be late. But it’s not a birthday card, so it’s not late ! ❞ 29. ❝ I think me being your [friend/girlfriend/boyfriend/etc...] is enough of a birthday gift. You’re welcome ! ❞ 30. ❝ Good things take time, just like me remembering your birthday. Happy belated birthday ! ❞ 31. ❝ I didn’t get you anything, but I thought about it. They say it’s the thought that counts ! Happy birthday ! ❞ 32. ❝ I wanted to send you something sexy, but the postman told me to get out of the mailbox... anyway, happy birthday ! ❞ 33. ❝ Happy birthday to a [brother/boyfriend/husband/etc...] that has the world’s greatest [sister/girlfriend/wife/etc...] ! You are so lucky ! ❞ 34. ❝ There’s two things to remember on your birthday. First, forget the past, because you can’t change it ; second, forget the present — I didn’t buy you one. ❞ 35. ❝ For your birthday I wanted to give you something that was both funny and charming, but then I remembered you already have me in your life. ❞

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jaelvr · 3 months

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Fluff :

1. “Hey–what’re you hiding behind your back?”

2. “All I care about is you.”

3. “Let’s just stay here–I don’t ever want to move.” ( used here )

4. “I had a nightmare … can I stay with you tonight?”

5. God, I’m so glad you’re alright.”

6. “Oh my god, I’m in love with an adult man-child.”

7. “Hold my hand.”

8. “I heard you say my name in your sleep.”

9. “Here, lay down. I’ll stay until you feel safe enough for me to go.” ( used here )

10. “You’re too sweet for me.” ( used here )

11. “Hey–it’s okay. I’m here; I’m safe. And fine–see? Everything’s alright now.” ( used here )

12. “Ow! What did I do this time?!” ( used here )

13. “You may be a jerk, but you’re my jerk.”

14. “I love you and all, but you’re really stretching your luck right now.” ( used here )

15. “Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.”

16. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

17. “Look at me. I love you.” ( used here )

18. “What took you so long? I missed you…” ( used here )

19. “I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.”

20. “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

21. “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.” ( used here )

22. “I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

23. “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” ( used here )

24. “You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”

25. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

26. “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” ( used here )

27. “I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.”

28. “You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

29. “Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

30. “Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.”

31. “Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”

32. “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.” ( used here )

33. “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.”

34. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” ( used here )

35. “If anything happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.” ( used here )

36. “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

37. “They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

38. “Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.” ( used here )

39. “I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.”

40. “You don’t know half of the things you do to me.” ( used here )

41. “I love how you look in my shirt.”

42. “You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.”

43. “I am so proud of you.”

44. “Are you jealous? That’s cute."

45. “Oh, God. We’re one of those couples, aren’t we? Ugh–I hate us!”

46. “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”

47. “Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

48. “Did you seriously just climb through my window?”

49. “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!”

50. “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” ( used here )

Angst ;

51. “Please, just stay a little longer.” ( used here )

52. “Am I going to die?”

53. “Why won’t you admit it!”

54. “Please don’t cry.” ( used here )

55. “I would’ve died for you.”

56. “You almost died! And for what?”

57. “I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all.” ( used here )

58. “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want pity.”

59. “I wish I could fix this.”

60. “You hurt me and I still trusted you.”

61. “Don’t be sorry, it was no ones fault.”

62. “I’ve spent all this time wondering and worrying about you. You didn’t think of me once?”

63. “You’re angry with me, I know.”

64. “I know, but you didn’t have to use her like that!”

65. “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.” ( used here )

66. “We can start over. I’ll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don’t leave me.”

67. “You could’ve told me, or helped me! Anything other than what you actually did!”

68. “The only thing I can do is love you!”

69. “There hasn’t been a day I didn’t think of you and it’s starting to hurt.”

70. “I don’t want anyone besides you.” ( used here )

71. “I haven’t stopped crying since Thursday. It’s pathetic.”

72. “It was a mistake and I know I can never fix this.”

73. “I hope it hurts to think of me.”

74. “Don’t make me fall in love again.”

75. “I thought I didn’t miss you, but then I saw your photo.”

76. “I don’t know how to love someone without hurting them.”

77. “I just wanted to see you one last time.”

78. “Hold me. Don’t ever let go.” ( used here )

79. “I came here to apologize.”

80. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

81. “Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.”

82. “Why would you do something like this?!”

83. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

84. “It’s always been you. It will always be you.”

85. “I’ve seen how much you really care–don’t pretend like you don’t.” ( used here )

86. “You could have died! I could have lost you!”

87. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to understand just how much I love you.”

88. “Do you ever think about me?”

89. “I’m sorry. None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault.”

90. “It was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you.”

91. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

92. “This is all your fault.”

93. “If you walk away right now, don’t ever come back. And I mean it–ever.”

94. “I need you more than I need air.”

95. “Just hold on–you hear me? You’re not dying like this. Not here; not now!” ( used here )

96. “I’m not worthy of you. I’ll never be. You’re too good for me.”

97. “Do you think of them when you kiss me?”

98. “Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you." ( used here )

99. “I would die for you and not regret a thing."

100. “I love you–can’t you see that?”

Acts of love ;

101. Always giving a bite of their food

102. Gently resting their head on their shoulder when taking a picture / peeking at something. ( used here )

103. Kisses on the nose / cheek / forehead

104. Zipping / buttoning their jacket for them ( used here )

105. sidewalk rule

106. Waiting until they get to the door / get inside before driving off ( used here )

107. “Did you eat today?”

108. Softly cleaning the others face after they've eaten

109. “Wear a jacket, it's cold out." ( used here )

110. Watching a movie / playing a game the others interested in

111. Doing their makeup for them

112. “I bought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?”

113. Keeping their favourite snacks in the house for them

114. Opening the door for them

115. Pulling their seat out for them

116. Lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos.

117. Playing with their hair

118. Fixing their clothes when something is off.

enjoy! :D

- Mars <3

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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{♡} 4k followers special ; CLOSED!

Hello everyone! On the occasion of 4000 followers at my account, I decided to make a small special! This is a ‘Quote Prompts Special’ where the sentences will have an impact on the plots! Some of them will be SFW or suggestive and some will be NSFW! I hope you all will like my ideas just like before! I was doing something quite similar around the time I hit 1000 followers i.e. ‘Kissing Prompts’! For a next month (August) I will receive your requests and write them one by one :)

I. How to send a request?

Choose the number and one character you like (if the prompt looks like it has two or more characters then add more than one name). You can also give me your pronouns (if you don’t, I’ll write the story in neutral form!). Also! The examples below are just examples. You can write which ones you are interested in or leave me the right to choose. When it comes to NSFW prompts, you can tell me what you definitely don’t want to see!

for example: ‘10 + Poseidon from RoR + pregnant female reader’ or ‘ 33 with Sakura Haruno and reader with he/they prns’ or ‘Dio Brando and Joseph Joestar plus 53 but without cheating’

{!} Then send your request to my request/ask box.

II. Please be patient! I will write each request one by one.

{!!} Also, here are my Masterlist and MyAnimeList account to see what I would like to write! I am happy to write about characters who don’t have their lists yet, such as ‘Yakusoku no Neverland’, ‘Beastars’, ‘number24’, ‘Oshi no Ko’, ‘Kaguya-sama: Love is War’, ‘Blue Lock’, ‘Vanitas no Karte’ or anything else rated higher than 5 on my MAL.

sfw prompts;

for example – fluff, comedy, crack fic, school/college!au, kid!fic or family!fic and also pet!fic, isekai, turning into a child or animal, royalty, cute romance, friendship, idols or streamers or models!au (etc.), internet friends/lovers, flower/coffee shop!au, enemies/friends to lovers, love at the first sight, soulmates!au (colors, tattoos, red thread), song!fic, pranking someone, sharing a bed, staring at the stars, date!au, soft angst (like first quarrel, misunderstanding, wrong number), mention of crying, pregnancy/marriage, gender swap, [...]

1. “Let’s watch some movies from Studio Ghibli (or Disney, or Pixar)!”

2. “... Do you want to stay with me for the night?”

3. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather... lips to lips?”

4. “Shut up, I’m listening to Big Time Rush.”

5. “... but I love your sister/brother.”

6. “Haven’t we met before?”

7. “You’re so dumb!”

“No? You’re dumb.”

8. “Bring your ass over here. I wanna some cuddles (or kisses).”

9. “Why did you do that?”

10. “I’d kill for you.”

11. “I– I like both of you...”

12. “But we are not married.”

“Then marry me.”

13. “Look into my eyes and tell me that you’re not lying. Do it, I am waiting.”

14. “Need some help, shortie?”

15. “Wow, I didn’t know that you could play on the instrument.”

16. “I haven’t been feeling well for the past few days...”

17. “The princess/prince shouldn’t wait, you know?”

18. “I have some good news and some bad news too...”

19. “I’m pregnant.”

20. “Why are not you listening to me?

... I’m very lucky to have you, you know?”

suggestive prompts;

for example – romance, making out, soft smut (including first time, masturbation, oral sex, body worship, general vanilla, etc.), angst, single parent or orphan!au, supernatural things (like demons, vampires, werewolves, zombies, fairies, etc.), dysphoria & misgendering, -shaming in general, diseases (like ed, amnesia, hanahaki), lovers to friends/enemies, mention of blood/vomit/faint, miscarriage, fake relationship, tattoos and piercing, bruises and scars on body, domestic or relationship violence, alcohol consumption, sexual harassment, [...]

21. “You’re drunk.”

“... But you’re drunk too.”

22. “You’re so ugly.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

23. “This is my b-blood?”

23. “Goodbye.”

24. “I’m a monster! Can’t you see it?!”

25. “It’s just a prank! Stop, please!”

26. “It’s not that I hate you, but if you were on fire and I had a bottle of water, I would drink that stupid water.”

27. “You look beautiful. This color suits you so well.”

28. “Stop being a brat.”

29. “Please! Please, don’t leave me!”

30. “Stop talking such nonsense, it’s not true!”

31. “Don’t cry.”

32. “Its all my fault...”

33. “Let’s stay like this forever, please.”

34. “Don’t touch me!”

35. “Haha, look at them. What a freak!”

36. “Your partner won’t catch us... What are you afraid of?”

37. “I don’t think they love me anymore.”

38. “You love flowers, right?

Yes... I love flowers very much.”

39. “No! It hurts, stop, please!”

40. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

nsfw prompts;

for example – hard angst, death (including suicide, murder, accident), mental illness, hard smut (including normal sex, non-con/rape or dub-con, hurt-comfort; 69, size kink, voyeurism, breeding, food play, etc.), ons, bdsm, threesome or gang bang, sex pollen, public or semi-public sex, cheating, manipulation or grooming, age-gap, police!au and law court!au, general abuse, a/b/o, gore or horror, monsters, guns and illegal racing, drugs or alcohol abuse, other triggers, [...]

41. “Of course. I am yours. Only yours.”

42. “... You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

43. “It was an a-accident, I swear...”

44. “Do you have anything else to say, fuckdoll?”

45. “Should I fuck you? So beg for it.”

46. “I hate myself, you, this life and everything else!”

47. “Yes, I did it on purpose. Any problem?”

48. “They were such a good person. Too bad they died.”

49. “I told you this is how it ends.”

50. “S-Stop. Someone is looking at us.”

51. “Maybe in the next life we will be in love. Who knows?”

52. “I’m so scared. I don’t want to die.”

53. “Wanna join?”

54. “I’ll kill you next time.”

55. “You really think someone like me would love someone like you?”

56. “It was my sister/brother!”

57. “What the fuck are you two doing?!”

58. “Please, leave me alone. Stop... Stop...”

59. “I wonder why they did it.”

60. “See? Not everything is like in a fairy tale.”

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blackandwhiteandrose · 10 months

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wrote a lil' something with @stereopticons!

Happy 13 months of marriage, David! We haven’t celebrated a monthiversary in a while, so I felt like it was time to bring that back around for our lucky number, thirteen. We’ve never officially had a discussion to decide 13 was our number, but I can’t help thinking back to that first day in Ray’s office where you handed me B13 and changed my entire life. If that doesn’t make it a lucky number, I don’t know what could. I love you for a million reasons, I find a new one (or ten) every single day that I’m with you. But in honor of one year and one month, I’d like to give you 13 reasons why I am the luckiest man because I get to spend my life crazy in love with you.

READ IT ON A03.

#david x patrick #sc fanfic #schitt's creek fanfic #david rose #patrick brewer

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stwritings · 1 year

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Funny Seeing You Here

Synopsis

Long time in-patient y/n was looking forward to her upcoming discharge date from the Hawkins Memorial Hospital. That is, until she became acquainted with an unlikely familiar face, Eddie Munson.

Author’s Note

This is a fix it fic following Stranger Things season 4, volume 2. In this fic, we’re going to forget the fact that the Duffer Brothers decided to delete Eddie from the series. :-) These events take place after the battle in the upside down. I’m also choosing to change the ending of season 4 by having the issue with the upside down resolved, therefore, Hawkins is not plagued by the massive earthquake that resulted in new portals being opened.

What To Expect

Slow burn, angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut in later chapters. ♡

Series Warnings

Mentions of mental health struggles, SMUT (in the later chapters, 18+ to read this story), angst with a happy ending, canon-typical violence.

Chapter 13

The air was thick with tension in the elevator, y/n waiting anxiously for Wayne to break the silence. He was breathing heavily, eyes glued to the illuminating numbers indicating which floor they were on. The silence was becoming unbearable and she began to wonder if she should be the first to speak. Before she could come up with anything to say, they had reached their destination, Wayne exiting before the doors were opened all the way. Like a shameful puppy, she trailed close behind him, nearly stepping on the back of his shoe a few times. Once in her unit, he led the way to her room and motioned towards the sole chair. "Sit." he said sternly.

She hurried over to the chair tucking her knees to her chest once seated; a pose she frequently adopted whenever she sought comfort. To her surprise, Wayne exited her room without a word, his whereabouts remained unknown for the next few hours. Y/n's schedule was free for the rest of the day, leaving her with far too much time to worry about the outcome of her mishap.

When Wayne finally returned to her room, the clock read 4:15pm. Fearing further reprimanding, she hadn't dared leave her room, let alone the seat she was assigned hours ago. Upon his return, y/n noted with slight relief that his demeanor was much more relaxed. He sat on the edge of her bed and crossed his arms, a sigh escaping his nostrils.

"You know, when i told you to sit, i didn't mean forever." he teased, attempting to lighten to mood.

She met his gaze with a worried look, unsure if she should laugh or remain serious.

He sighed once again, this time with his whole chest and uncrossed his arms attempting to look less intimidating. "Do you wanna talk about what happened down there?" he began.

"I don't know" she said gently, her voice muffled from her face being tucked into her knees.

"Alright, well I would like to talk about it. What happened, kid? I mean seriously, i don't wanna come down on ya too hard but i just spent the last 3 hours covering for you." he said, his tone stern but gentle.

Wayne was always hyperaware of the way he spoke to her, never raising his voice. Prior to his disappearance, he felt it was best to collect himself before confronting her to ensure he wouldn't snap. A wise decision on his part given how angry he was at the time.

"Im so sorry Wayne, i didn't mean to be late." she offered, trying her best to hold back tears. She could feel the familiar lump in her throat, a sign her emotions were about to get the best of her.

"I know you didn't mean to, and that's not the issue at hand here. What were you doing down in the ER? You know your access was limited to the 3rd and 2nd floor. Some nurse spotted you down there and you're lucky it was my friend Stephanie. If it had been anyone else, they would have ratted you out to the administration. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal but this isn't the first time we've run into issues like this, and you know who gets in trouble?" he asked rhetorically, pointing his index finger to his chest, pursing his lips.

A few moments passed and he noticed her eyes becoming glossy. He quickly worked to lighten her mood, not wanting her to shed tears over this minor incident. "Lucky for you, the old man is skilled in the art of sweet talkin'," he began, not wanting to dwell on the issue for too long. She knew she made a mistake and clearly felt remorse. His goal was never to make her feel bad or prolong her sorrow. "no one's in trouble for now, but we're gonna have to lay low for a while, if you know what i mean."

She gave him a perplexed look, not wanting to assume what he meant in case she was met with disappointment. He met her gaze and elaborated on his prior choice of words. "We're gonna stick to the unit's floor for the time being on our walks."

It was bittersweet, but she was in no position to complain. Especially since she expected her privilege to be revoked completely. She gave Wayne an understanding nod, her eyes quickly finding the floor once more. Wayne stood up carefully and made his way towards the door, stopping to pat her gently on the shoulder. "Now do me a favor, take a lap around the unit, will ya? Your knees are gonna be locked in that position forever if you keep sitting like that." he quipped.

She gave him a light smile before getting up from the chair to execute his request.

The next morning, y/n woke up to the gentle sounds of rain tapping against her window. It was a stormy day, something she had grown to enjoy over time. Days like this always seemed calmer and she would often sit by the nearest window to admire the droplets, sometimes bringing a book to read to pass the time.

She was hoping to hear from Dustin soon, given that she had forgotten to grab his phone number during their previous interaction. It had been three days since she had last spoken to or seen Eddie, his absence becoming more prevalent as the days went on. With her access to his floor now revoked, she could only hope that Dustin would reach out soon.

Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the overhead intercom blaring, a nurses voice could be heard calling for her to come to the front desk. 'Crap, what now.' she thought.

She marched over to reception and was greeted by a livelier than usual Margot wearing bright pink lipstick, perhaps she had a date tonight? "Phone's for you, dear. Line 1."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, her mood instantly bettering as she headed over to the hanged telephone and snatched it from the receiver. She plopped down on the adjacent chair tucking one foot under her opposing thigh and excitedly greeted the caller, who she presumed to be her brother.

"Hey stranger" a familiar voice spoke sweetly.

It took her a couple of seconds to recognize his voice, it sounded slightly deeper on the phone. Or perhaps he was gaining some strength back and didn't sound as winded as he had previously.

"Eddie! Hi!!" she exclaimed, caught off guard.

"Thought i'd try calling since you've been MIA, you free for a chat?" he asked in a playful tone.

"I'm so glad you called." she blurted out, wincing instantly after hearing the words spill out. She heard him chuckle lightly on the other end, hoping it wasn't in malice. It was far from it. Eddie was thrilled to hear hear voice and was just as excited to talk, if not more.

"So, how you been?" he asked, thinking pleasantries were most likely the best way to start their conversation.

"Good, i was actually expecting it to be Dustin on the other end!"

"Ahh, so the cat's out of the bag?" he quipped.

"If the cat is my estranged brother reaching out to tell me he found me through his much older friend who, i met a few weeks ago, then yes. It is out of the bag."

"Alright, that was a run on sentence. And i am not MUCH older, you're making it sound like i'm an old man or something!"

"You ARE an old man" she teased.

"We're the same age!!!" he loudly enunciated each word. Y/n broke out into laughter, nothing made her laugh as hard as Eddie getting frustrated during their playful banter. Despite knowing he wasn't actually offended, she wanted to ensure it.

"I'm just kidding" she said slightly out of breath from laughing.

"I know, don't get soft on me now, y/n." he assured.

"Oh i'm not, just making sure you're not secretly crying over there."

"Jeeeez, you're mean! I like it." he exclaimed, wildly grinning.

"Am not!" she replied, tone slightly raised.

"Are too!"

"Hey, don't change the subject, we can talk about Star Wars later." she said, keeping the banter alive.

Her eardrums almost burst from the cackle Eddie let out. This was a side of him she hadn't gotten the pleasure of seeing, or rather hearing, yet. His laugh was infectious and adorable, she couldn't help but giggle every time she heard it. He seemed to be getting better every time they interacted, something that was slightly bittersweet for y/n. As he composed himself, she thought of a way to steer the conversation a different direction. As much as she enjoyed kidding around with him, she wanted to get deeper.

"How are you feeling? Getting any better?" she offered, her tone coated with care.

"Pretty good, it's not set in stone yet, but they're thinking i might be able to walk outta here early next week!" he said cheerfully, as most people would hearing they could go home soon.

A knot formed in her stomach at the thought of him not being around anymore. It was selfish, she knew that but she couldn't help feeling sorrow. "That's great!" she feigned excitement.

Eddie detected the somberness in her voice and was quick to respond. "I hope you know, that doesn't mean you're getting rid of me. Not that easily! I'm like gum, once it's on your shoe, it's there for life!"

She sighed in relief, a feeling of warmth spreading through her.

"Besides," he continued, "Dustin's been hounding me nonstop to hangout all three of us and he's quite persistent."

"He gets it from our mother" she replied, matter-of-factly.

Eddie chuckled lightly. "You know, i still haven't quite registered that you two are related. It's kind of weird, in a good way."

"Oh?" she inquired.

"Yeah, i mean, don't get me wrong the kid drives me nuts, but he's like family to me. I'd do anything for him."

Oh. Dread washed over her at the possibility of Eddie seeing her the same way he saw Dustin. Simultaneously, he seemed to pick up on his unintentional insinuation and quickly attempted to fix it.

"I don't mean!... Uh.. Sorry," he blurted out flustered, searching for the right words to say. "Not that i see you like i see him, i mean he's like a brother and you're..." he trailed off once again. "It's just nice is all, to know someone as great as him." he finally managed, letting out a soft giggle.

Of their time spent together, she had never seen him struggle so much finding his words. Maybe she wasn't reading too much into what Dustin had confessed. Maybe Eddie did like her in that way.

Chapter 14

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mooniania · 1 year

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Drabble Game ♡

༺☆༻ :-‘๑’-✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ༺☆༻ :-‘๑’-ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ✩

Status: closed 💌

Rules: Send an ask with a maximum of 2 prompt numbers then select a member (txt) and will write a short drabble for you 💗

Please specify what pronouns you would like me to use or it i will most likely be using she/her

Note: I will try my hardest to get the prompts finished as quickly as possible.

The prompts can be slightly suggestive so look out for the warnings if you don’t want that!!

Other than that remember to be respectful. If you can’t be respectful or patient don’t send an ask. Also feedback is appreciated.

༺☆༻ :-‘๑’-✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ༺☆༻ :-‘๑’-ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ✩

PROMTS ☆

1. “Hold on, you aren’t jealous, are you?”

2. “I'm sorry I already said I was”

3. “You look…whoa…”

4. “I swear to god you’re such a child sometimes”

5. “If you keep looking at me like that, tonight is never going to end.”

6. “Would you like to go home?”

7. “I don't need a fancy gift, just holding your hand is enough to make my heart skip a beat.”

8. “Every moment spent with you is a moment well spent.”

9. “…this reminds me of why I fell in love with you.”

10. “You’re lucky I love you”

11. “Your eyes” “what?” “They’re beautiful.”

12. “Stay with me.”

13. “You’re mine. I don’t share.”

14. “Wanna bet?”

15. “You’re surprisingly drunk already.”

16. “I like you, very much.”

17. “So this isn’t a study session..?”

18. “I told you, I’m fine!”

19. “Can you repeat that?”

20. “Will you please get in bed? I’m cold.”

21. “Could you ever be happy with me?”

22. “Maybe I panicked. Just a little.”

23. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

24. “Please just leave.”

25. “You complete me in every way possible”

26. “I love the way your eyes light up when you smile at me.”

27. “I never believed in love at first sight until i met you.”

28. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

29. “I can’t help it. You’re fun to mess with.”

30. “Wanna hear a really stupid idea?”

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aqueerchronicle · 1 month

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For the letter ask:

Thank you in advance :)

R- reason to smile?

I’ve been really trying to focus on the little things that make me happy lately, so instead of giving you just 1 reason to smile I’m gonna give 13! (13 being my lucky number.)

So here’s 13 reasons I have for smiling! I hope some of them apply to you as well!😊

Finding out your favorite fanfic author updated on of their WIPs. (Looking at you! @jazzfordshire!)

That first sip of coffee in the morning. ☕️

In a couple months, I finally get to visit my best friend for the first time since she moved across the country.

The fact that we get an extra hour of sunlight now so it doesn’t get dark until 7pm. ☀️

The feeling when a cat curls up in your lap. 🐱💕

Knowing some of the best days of my life are ahead of me.

Knowing I haven’t met all the people who will love me yet. ❤️

Sharing my favorite shows/songs/books with friends.

Knowing I haven’t experienced my next favorite show/song/book yet.

Seeing people do little acts of kindness.

Getting to see live music again. (As of right now I have 4 concerts lined up for this year and I’m hoping for more! 🤞🏻)

Women (no further explanation needed.)

When I get lovely asks/messages from my friends on here! 🥰

#asks #ask me stuff!

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blackberrysummerblog · 1 year

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WIP Folder Tag Game

Finally slinking back on here after I don’t know how long 😬 First of all, I want to thank everyone who’s been tagging me the past few weeks, I really do appreciate it! I just haven’t had a lot of energy left over to actually do much writing and/or posting, even though I still have a lot of “writing” happening in my head. (On a side note, that used to work out a lot better when I was younger—I could hold entire paragraphs verbatim in my mind for weeks at a time; now I’m lucky if I even remember roughly what direction I wanted a scene to take, lol).

And thank you so, so much to those who offered to let me bend their ear about my writing difficulties. I really do plan to take you up on it, but I’ve been procrastinating partly out of brutal shyness and partly because I’m not even sure where to begin, the reasons for which may become apparent from seeing the folders I’m about to share. I mean, yikes.

Anyway, I’m excited to play along and I’m happy to answer any asks I get! (Thanks @palimpsessed for tagging me to play!)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Shelter from the Storm (RWRB)

Runaway Train (Whyborne & Griffin)

The next group are Snowbaz WIPS, many of which were begun for COC22. Still hoping to get them finished! (Those that are numbered are out of order because I use google docs, so the list is in order of what’s been most recently opened)

Beginnings

Fluff, COCC Day 15

Devotion, COC22 Day 13

Devour, COC22 Day 12

EGF23 dead darlings

So, crap. The next grouping is my shame revealed, lol. I NEVER write like this, but this is what has happened: My crucible marriage AU is a complete and utter shambles of separate files, all individual scenes that I’ve been trusting my brain to knit together at some future point. And I still believe that it will, actually, but it’s something new to me. I’m more the kind of writer who envisions an entire story from start to finish—or at least the basic bones of it—and then I sit down and proceed in a chronological and orderly fashion. I have a couple of theories about why that hasn’t happened this time, and it largely boils down to self-indulgence. I’m enjoying myself, I don’t want to bring the story to an end, and I have been keeping the scenes separate so that rather than one big mess of a file, I have one big mess of a drive. Welcome to my cluttered mind! It can be a pretty fun place, if you watch where you step.

Too much

Kiss

Moles

Murder in My Heart

Fireside

Pool

Rolling

Heading Home After Crucible

First wings

Vera

Sick in love

Wings

Reception

Favorite

Fiona in kitchen

Simon at the start

Mordelia asks

Epilogue

Post-reception

Fiona reception

Winchester

Clothes shopping

Eyebrow

Lying on B

Good night

Tree carving

So much fun

Butter

Angel of the morning

LSE

Carry upstairs

Laughing

Escape

Before reception

Cold sleep

Annulment

Do you think

Signing the book

Reception garden

Coven

Alphabet

Love of my life

Spring equinox 2017

Arranged

Spring equinox

Simon before crucible

I want to say, these are not all going to be *chapters*. The fic is going to be long, but not as long as all that! I could say more but maybe I’ll wait and see if anyone is interested enough to ask, since this post is already way too rambling. I don’t think I could possibly tag as many people as there are files here, and I think everyone has already played anyway, so as usual I’m going to apologize ahead of tagging folks who have likely already done this. Sorry ❤️

@confused-bi-queer @onepintobean @sillyunicorn @facewithoutheart @basiltonbutliketheherb @asocialpessimist @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nightimedreamersghost @ionlydrinkhotwater @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @shrekgogurt @raenestee @fatalfangirl @stitchyqueer @bazzybelle @fucking-gay-frogs @mostlymaudlin @sailorblossoms @yellowraincoat @ivelovedhimthroughworse @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @thehoneyedhufflepuff @anikamercat @aceumbrellaheroes @captain-aralias

#tag game #wip game #wip #SnowBaz #Simon snow #Baz pitch #rwrb #whyborne and griffin

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sochilll · 1 year

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nyehehe i caught up on ur writing tag Just as you recently reblogged a prompt thingy >:] 13 + kleinsen ?

Kleinsen + 13. leaving notes for them around the home (this one… got away from me. she’s long)

Send a ship and a prompt request!

Jared woke up and flung his arm out sideways. The bed was empty. He frowned. It was Sunday, Evan’s day off. And more importantly, it was the day before a very big important event.

Jared sat up and swung his legs out of bed. It was surprisingly cold for how late in spring it was. He grabbed Evan’s hoodie from the floor and pulled it on.

He started toward the kitchen but his eyes caught on something. A pink sticky note was stuck to the bedroom door. Jared peeled it off and read it.

I have a few last errands to run before tomorrow. I’ll be home soon <3

Jared smiled. He stuck the note in his pocket and made his way to the bathroom before breakfast. There was another note on the mirror.

Wow you’re cute :o someone is very lucky to be with you

Jared snorted. He put that note in his pocket with the other. There were three notes in the kitchen.

One on the fridge:

Sorry to disappear on such an important morning. I know you’ll be annoyed you didn’t get to make a “last time we wake up together as boyfriends” joke

Jared snickered. He had been making that joke about everything lately. The next note was on the coffee maker:

Don’t drink too much or you’ll get all jittery. We don’t both need to be nervous wrecks today.

The last one was stuck to Jared’s favorite coffee mug:

I’m so glad I get to spend every morning watching you drink out of this dumb mug for the rest of my life. I love you.

Jared put all three notes in his pocket. He leaned against the counter to wait for his coffee to brew when he spotted a box on the table. Inside was his favorite type of donut, a note scrawled on the lid.

Happy wedding eve! Love you more than anything <3

Jared enjoyed his breakfast. He texted Evan a picture of the box and a bunch of heart emojis. Evan’s response was quick.

:) how many?

Jared tapped out a reply.

Five not counting the box.

Halfway! :) <3

Jared laughed. He set his mug in the sink and wandered to the living room, looking for spots of pink.

The first one was obvious, stuck in the center of the TV.

I know I say it a lot but I really don’t know what I’d do without you. You make everything easier and better and funnier.

He had to hunt a bit for the next one. He found it stuck to their favorite DVD.

I never thought I’d feel so content and secure in a relationship. But I am. I know you don’t like talking about feelings and I don’t even mind. Cause I know how you feel even when you won’t say it.

Jared was stumped after that. He wandered around the apartment, sticky notes stuck to his fingers, hunting for more. He double checked the bathroom and the living room.

He finally found number eight back in the bedroom, sitting right on Jared’s desk.

The last four years have genuinely been the happiest of my life. And while some of that is due to therapy (shout out Dr. Myers) mostly it’s been because of you.

Number nine was inside Jared’s laptop.

No one has ever understood or cared for me more than you. And I hope you feel the same about me. (Please do oh my god how embarrassing would this be if you didn’t?)

Jared laughed. He added the note to the collection in his pocket. He searched the room again before moving his search into the hallway closet. Nothing there. He checked the bathroom and kitchen again.

No note. Jared frowned. He checked tall surfaces. He checked every kitchen cabinet. He even lifted up the couch cushions. Nothing.

He pulled his phone out.

You’re a liar. There’s only nine.

Nope. Ten.

Including the donut box?

No. Ten sticky notes.

Where the fuck is the last one???

Jared went crazy, pulling out pots and pans, unscrewing bottles in the medicine cabinet, digging through the laundry hamper. He could not find the last note. He briefly wondered if Evan was lying and this was some sort of psychological warfare.

Finally, digging through Evan’s sock drawer he saw it, a flash of pink. He grabbed at it. It was stuck to the top of a small velvet box. Jared didn’t need to open it to know what it was. He frowned slightly and read the note.

I never told you but I’d been to a jewelry shop five times before you proposed. You only beat me because I take too long to make decisions. I love how you did it but I’d picked this ring out already and I thought you should have it anyway.

Jared felt his eyes sting and rapidly blinked the tears away because he wasn’t lame. He opened the box.

The ring was pretty similar to what Jared had ended up getting. A bit thinner and without Jared’s super romantic and expensive engraving like Evan’s ring had. But still nice.

“You like it?”

“Holy fucking shit!” Jared spun around, clutching his chest. “How did you get in so quietly? And how did you time this so perfectly?”

“I didn’t actually. I really thought it would take you longer to find it and I’d already be home by then,” Evan laughed. “Also didn’t think you’d tear the apartment apart.”

“You gave me a puzzle,” Jared said by way of explanation.

“Yeah. I should’ve known better.”

“I do like it.” Jared slid the ring into his finger. “You have good taste.”

“Yeah. Sometimes,” Evan said, crossing the room and kissing him.

“Aw,” Jared grinned. “Last time you’ll be able to insult me as my boyfriend.”

#thank u Kayla !! <3 #visiting my writing tag ;_; waaaaaaah #also thank u for this big brain request I wanted to do this one so bad >:3 #i did not intend for it to be so long #it just happened. writing slump? over #also I am very attached to the idea of kleinsen like trying to propose at the same time they are silly #deh #kleinsen #my writing

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manicpixiedgoblin · 1 year

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Nervous Young Inhumans

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Chapter Three.

(This takes place in S1E6, for reference)

She looked at the small thirteen on her wrist. They’d gotten matching tattoos on her last birthday in Albuquerque, 13 for the date they’d met - a normal day one August, walking out of her first day of high school in a new city.

Jesse had friends already, he’d grown up there. Ellie was new, lonely, bored already. She’d buried her parents two months before, moved in with her barely functioning grandmother into a decent apartment - the transition wasn’t so hard, Santa Fe was similar enough to Albuquerque.

But before him, she’d thought she would sleep through the four years before moving away for college, and suddenly she was completely immersed in the here and now of this desert city. Pinkman drew her aside one day in the parking lot and everything after was about a world made up of him and her. Everyone and everything else was background noise.

Now, in the hospital staff lounge where she was eating her shitty pre-packed lunch she stared at it. Wondered if he looked at it often too.

Was it always a dumb idea, a matching tattoo? Even if he wasn’t in her life the way he used to be, she knew he was a part of her forever. Maybe the best and worst part at once.

“Ellie?” a voice broke her out of her thoughts. One of the nurses.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Patient in room 304 is asking for you, Mrs. Ackermann.”

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and threw away the half of the sandwich she had left.

“Be right there.”

***

It wasn’t often that she went to the Oncology unit, but she saw his name and ran straight over.

A line of six or seven patients in comfortable reclining chairs sat along the wall. Mr. White was the next to last.

She walked over and sat on the empty chair next to him.

“Can I call you Walter now?” she smiled.

“Elena Sanders! What are you doing here?” he smiled back.

“I work here now.”

“I’m so glad, it’s so good to see that!”

“You shouldn’t be surprised I was the only A+ in your class.”

“Ellie, you were also dating,” he stammered for a moment, his face betraying something, though she couldn’t tell what.

“Pinkman?” she laughed.

“Pinkman,” he looked down at his hands and shook his head slightly.

“We broke up when I went to med school.”

“Well,” he shrugged, “I’m glad you went. Regardless of, uh, Jesse.”

“Have you seen him around?”

“Have you?”

“A few times, but no, not really.”

“Oh, good, good. I mean, not like that, just, you know,” he waved his hand.

“Yeah,” she glanced down, and then gestured to the chemo bag, “well, how’s this going?”

“I guess you can imagine,” Walter sighed.

“More from my grandmother than from medicsl

school,” Ellie said, “I didn’t specialize in Oncology. But how are you feeling? How’s Mrs. White?”

“We’re fine, you know, it’s all a complicated process, but holding up.”

“If I can ever help you in any way, just let me know. I’ll give you my new number, you can also give it to Skylar.”

“Thank you, Ellie, really,” he said, nodding and smiling as she wrote down her number. “It was lovely seeing you.”

***

Jesse was in the RV when Walter slammed the door on his way in.

“You haven’t said anything about this to anyone right?”

“What the fuck man? No.”

“No one?!”

“Jesus, Mr. White, what the fuck? No, no one knows shit, why are you being all paranoid and crazy?” Jesse turned away, and mumbled “bitch.”

“I saw Ellie Sanders.”

“Where?”

“That’s not the point, Jesse.”

“Whatever, man, no, we barely talk.”

“Good,” he backed away.

“Good? Like you were always telling her in high school, good like she’s too good for me?”

“No, Jesse -“ he gestured with his hands, “good as in no one can know about this. About us.”

“Whatever, man. No one knows.”

***

Ellie went to see Mr. and Mrs. Pinkman again for the first time. It had all gone well, until when they were saying goodbye.

“I’m happy to see you so much, sweetie,” Diane had said, “and you know, when one day you meet a lucky guy I hope you bring him around.”

Ellie must’ve made a face.

“Oh, you know,” Diane went on, “Adam and I love Jesse. But he doesn’t deserve you. We know you’re too good to date him.”

“Right,” something snapped inside Ellie. “I’ll see you.”

She practically stormed down the driveway and into her car, turning the music loud before backing out of her spot and driving over the speed limit.

She ignored the turn towards her apartment and drove in a mad daze towards Jesse’s place.

Ellie knocked on the door loudly. She heard shuffling inside and knocked again.

A tired, disgruntled Jesse opened, rubbing the back of his head until he reacted to seeing her. He was wearing a yellow hoodie, his hair a mess.

She didn’t say anything, just wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed herself to him, kissing him violently. He reacted instantly, pulling her inside and kicking the door shut behind her.

He shrugged off his hoodie and put one of his arms around her waist, touched her hair with the other one, groaning already against her mouth.

It was faster, more intense than any time they’d kissed before.

She tossed off her sweater and he pulled off her shirt. They fell onto the couch, her legs straddling him. In between kisses and hair pulling, she took off his shirt.

She hiked her skirt up and he unzipped his jeans, and without taking anything else off, forgetting even to get a condom, she began riding him there and then.

“Fuck,” he moaned against her chest, “fuck, yes.”

She let out a loud moan as he pulled her hair, licked her chest.

Fuck being too good for him. If they really knew them they’d know it was the other way around.

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