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If you're still doing prompts, may I suggest Danny learning about the legends following his time travel (what the Romans thought was up; the Buddhists, that one kid, etc
Physics and engineering major or not, Danny still needed credits in the humanities. Comparative Mythology and Folklore was the obvious choice for that. All through high school, Sam and Jazz had been on his case about knowing so little mythology, on account of his ghostly enemies and allies sometimes being mythological figures.
(Also the constellation thing, but they didn't bring that part up all that much, funnily enough.)
At the time, Danny had figured (see what he did there?) that there wasn't much point to it. Pandora wasn't all that similar to her mythic version, Medusa didn't turn people to stone, and winged horses were, by and large, not friendly.
Recent events had made him reconsider that stance.
Anyway! The class was a "two birds, one stone" sort of deal. He got both credits and practical knowledge. Theoretically.
So far, they'd covered creation myths and etiological stories, gods and goddesses, the monolith and the hero's journey, and now, in the tiny slice of time before they had to start studying for the final, they were looking at weird minor similarities without clear causes.
"Now," said the professor, "this next one is probably my favorite, because it's so specific and so widespread. Of course, the most obvious reason for this is that it's a story that traveled, much like how the pre-Indo-European gods traveled. However, the times and locations involved make that very unlikely, at least in my opinion. The other end of the spectrum is, of course, aliens, which are even more unlikely."
There was a soft smattering of laughter throughout the large classroom. Danny started to get a bad feeling about this.
"The other strange thing about this particular similarity is that it comes out of seemingly nowhere, with regards to the larger culture. There have even been several instances of it in this century - although, given modern information infrastructure, those instances may not be entirely organic. But Imperial Rome, China, Colonial America, just to name a few… That's weirder. Any guesses about what I'm talking about?"
No one raised their hand, and after a couple of minutes, the professor used their remote control to go to the next slide of their presentation. Danny sank down in his seat as he stared up at a collage of himself in a dozen different art styles.
"All around the world, there are stories about a young man or boy with white hair and dark clothing coming from 'distant lands' to either fight off 'monsters' or to retrieve unspecified objects. As you can see, despite some of these pieces being from cultures that never had any contact with one another, the resemblance of the figures is striking. The– Yes, you have a question?"
"Will this be on the final?" asked a student a few rows down from Danny.
The professor sighed. "As a general rule, if I'm teaching you about it, I'll be testing you about it. Moving on–"
Danny forced himself to start taking notes. He couldn't believe he was going to be tested on himself. Especially when he was pretty sure he hadn't even been to all of those places yet.
Clockwork must be laughing his head off.
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February Fic Rec
Hey Guys, I'm sorry I'm so late this month that its already the next month😅 I went back to work this month and I have mixed feelings about it so there's that🫤 but at least there's faction - please don't tell my kindle, there's so many books on there that I got to read😓. anyway, happy readying everyone! enjoy the spring and remember to kudos and comment😘
Show Him The Love by scarlettletterr - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,911, sterek)
Everyone realizes Stiles is awesome, and actually gives him the recognition he deserves! For all his research, for his constant loyalty, for having awful stuff happen to him and always coming back for more, for trying to do the right thing even when people don't listen when they should.
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My gift for Meggplant, for the Glompfest. Hope you like it!
You feel like Home by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 24,300, sterek)
Five times Stiles gets abused by his boyfriend and and the one time everything falls into place, like it was always meant to be.
Maybe it was.
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"Are you really just leaving?" Stiles asked him.
"Yeah? There's no point in me sticking around, we already did what we always do." His boyfriend said, fastening his belt and walking out of Stiles' room.
It Starts When You're Around by strobelighted - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 26,406, sterek)
"Earth to Derek. You okay, man?"
Derek's eyes are drawn back to the guy in front of him, who's starting to look more worried now.
"I --" he starts, then swallows against the dryness. "Who are you?"
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or, Derek gets amnesia
eli's parents are so gross (read: in love) by ash_mcj - (Rating: T, Words: 1,195, sterek)
"I would’ve been here earlier, but nobody thought it would be smart to call the one person who’s intimately dealt with the Nogitsune before, so,” Stiles said bitterly as he threw his hands up. "Now I have a list of asses I gotta kick over this very avoidable fiasco. Scott’s first, since he’s the Alpha—I’m pretty sure that’s how that works. His responsibility, or whatever.”
The familiar sound of Derek’s car pulling into the driveway caught Eli's attention, and he grinned. “Is Dad on your list?”
“Hell yeah, Dad is on my list! Right under Scott.”
“Well, he just got home, so—”
Stiles didn’t wait to hear the rest of the sentence before stomping off in the direction of the living room—and Eli quickly scrambled to follow him, ready to eavesdrop on what was likely going to be a rather impressive and amusing lecture.
[or: eli is glad that stiles is home, since derek has nearly died several times in his absence, but he really wishes they were a little less glad to see each other]
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prompt | a reunion kiss
Hide by dr_girlfriend - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,419, sterek)
Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn't really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he'd thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he's not so sure he's going to get over it this time.
Breaking A Rule by SinQueen69 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,426, sterek)
Anon on tumblr wanted: Hiya! Please with sugar on top write a Sterek fic where derek is a business man and Stiles is a horny cockslut that sends Derek nudes while at work and Derek is pent up and punishes him when he gets home. Daddy Kink, Manhandling, Strength Kink, Bruises, Spanking, Rough Sex, Orgasm Denial, mentions of kittenplay?, verbal humiliation, gags! Tanks be safe and healthy
Soft Space by TuppingLiberty - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,492,k sterek)
This time of year, Derek has to face too many bad anniversaries - the fire, the deaths. Stiles understands when Derek has to take a break from being alpha, when he just needs his daddy.
Rated M for kink, but no explicit (or even mature) sex.
Kinktober day 4: Daddy
(Starting Kinktober now so I can maybe finish in October this year)
How to Win an Argument Without Really Trying by sffan - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,288, sterek)
It started with a kiss.
Well, actually, it started with an argument.
no river, no rush by CoraRochester, ravenclawkward - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,351, sterek)
“You can’t marry me! I’m the worst choice. For one, there’s no strategic value to marrying a prince from Gajos—and if there were, I’d have been betrothed to you or Cora years ago. We have nothing to offer Beacon. I’m not even good at being a prince!”
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On the eve of Derek’s coronation, he proposes to Stiles.
Are You Fucking Kidding Me? by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,893, sterek)
Derek has liked Stiles for a really long time, like embarrassingly long. But he swore to himself that he wouldn't make a move on Stiles until he knew for sure that his feeling were returned because he refuses to force something onto the Spark.
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Derek likes Stiles, Stiles likes Derek, but the Alpha is convinced that Stiles is still in love with Lydia and can't see the obvious dofus Stiles is being around him. Lydia intervenes just because she's sick of watching the two dummys not be together.
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can I request acacia and purple lilac with fixer? maybe some fluff with a jedi reader who thinks someone so brisk and no-nonsense as fixer could never want a naive jedi who's so unsure of herself, but she doesn't realize the rest of delta squad can see how obvious her "secret" affection is, and are all rooting for her? hope that's not to o much detail. :^) have fun!!!
On Your Order
Summary: You've been in love with Fixer for a while, but think he doesn't feel the same.
Pairing: Clone Commando Fixer x F!JediReader
Prompt: Acacia - Secret love, Purple Lilac - First Love
Word Count: 1565
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: So, full disclosure, I woke up with awful vertigo this morning, so I'm surprised I was able to write anything at all. Sadly, I no longer have vertigo medicine. Anyway, I hope this is close to what you wanted!
You’ve never been in love before.
At least, if you have, it’s never felt like this before.
It’s never felt so real.
You rest your chin on your folded arms as you watch the men from Delta walk around the ship, preparing for the upcoming mission. Your gaze jumps from Scorch, who’s checking his weapons, and then over to Sev, who’s polishing his armor, and then finally your gaze lands on Fixer, who is reading over the mission brief again.
You love Fixer.
You do.
He’s so serious and stern and no-nonsense. And he follows all of the rules to the letter.
And you love him anyway.
It’s embarrassing.
It’s pathetic.
Even if Fixer didn’t follow all of the rules all of the time, he still wouldn’t be interested in you. You know this. You’re too jedi. Too naive. Too self-conscious.
A hand lands between your shoulder blades, and Boss leans over you, “You’re staring.”
“I’m thinking.” You reply.
“Hm, about Fixer?” Boss asks as he slides into the seat next to you.
You scowl at him, “Just in general,” You finally say as you turn to look at him, “We’ll be landing soon, I’m guessing.”
“Soonish.” He gazes at you thoughtfully, “You know we’re all on your side, right?”
“I’m sorry?”
“We,” He motions to himself, Scorch, and Sev, “Think that you’d be good for Fixer. So we’re rooting for you.”
You blink at him, twice, and then turn to bury your face in your arms, “Is it that obvious?”
“Yeah, just a bit.”
“Ugh…how humiliating.”
“It’s cute.”
“Please stop talking.” You say quietly, and then you lift your head when the ship makes a noise, announcing your arrival on the planet, “Ah. Time for work.”
“So it would seem.”
You get to your feet and walk over to the side door, pressing the button to slide the door open. And then you crouch near the exit, “That’s a lot of droids,”
“There’s no way we can land here.” Fixer says, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, to offer you support.
“Yeah, but this is the only way in,” Scorch points out, “It’s not like there’s a back entrance.”
“We can make one.” Sev says, “Enough explosives-”
“Bad idea,” Boss interrupts, he turns his gaze towards you, “Suggestions.”
“Land the ship further back, you’ll just have to walk a little more.” You finally say as you stand and pull your saber into your hands.
“What about you?” Scorch asks with a small frown.
“I’m going out there.” You reply as you toss your outer robe over a chair, “I’ll clear some space for you all.”
“It’s too dangerous.” Fixer counters.
“More dangerous than leaving our vulnerable drop ship open to enemy fire?” You ask with a pointed look at Fixer, “I realize that you think I’m incompetent,” And wow, it hurts to finally say that outloud, “But I was assigned as your Jedi for a reason.”
Fixer blinks, “Wha-? I don’t think you’re incompetent-”
“Now is not the time,” Boss barks, “General, go. Be careful. We’ll catch up when we can.”
You nod at him, and flash a small smile, “Happy hunting, boys.” And then you jump out of the ship. You use the force so slow your descent and you light your sabers before you hit the ground.
You hear the ship fly off, and you settle yourself in the force.
It’s just you now. You and the force, and what seems like half a million droids.
Pity.
If they wanted to win they would have sent more droids.
Fixer grips his blaster tightly, anxiety and worry making him more tense than usual.
He can’t get her words out of his mind. “I realize you think I’m incompetent.” She said before jumping out of the ship to fight an army on her own.
She can’t possibly think that he thinks that, right?
And if she does, what does that say about how he’s been treating her?
He’s been nothing but respectful towards her. And he does respect her. He respects the hell out of her. And more.
Fixer isn’t the type of man to lie to himself, and he’s not going to start now.
He knows that his eyes drift to her during downtime. How he watches her hair sway when she walks. How he stands closer to her just so that he might be able to catch a hint of the citrusy scented shampoo she uses. How he sometimes hates Scorch for being able to make her laugh.
He’s enamored. He knows it. And he knows that his brothers know it.
And he also knows that she’s so far outside his reach that, even standing next to him, she might as well be in another system.
But she’s not standing next to him.
She’s kilometers away. Fighting a battle all on her own. With no support but what she can give herself with her blades.
And he hates it.
“You need to relax, vod.” Boss says as he leads his brothers through the undergrowth, “She’s going to be fine. She wouldn’t have offered if she wasn’t able to hold her own.”
Fixer bristles, “I don’t think she’s not able to hold her own.” He snaps, “I think she shouldn’t have to.”
“Oh my god,” Scorch finally blurts, “Vod. Fixer. The General-” He swears as Sev smacks him hard, “What the kriff!”
“That’s not for you to tell.” Sev says severely.
“Someone needs to say something!” Scorch hisses.
“Yeah. But not you.” Sev counters.
“Quiet.” Boss’ order cuts through the bickering like a knife, “Gunfire.”
The men lift their blasters and slowly continue forward, being careful to be as quiet as they can. They push through the brush, and into a clearing, where they see their General darting this way and that, her crystal blue lightsabers a blur with how quickly she’s moving.
The men of Delta immediately enter the fray, falling into the familiar strategy of using their General as bait to draw out the droids.
And as the last droid falls to a combination of Sev’s sniper and the General’s blade, she straightens and deactivates her blades. She turns to greet them with a small smile, there’s oil on her robes and several burns on her face, “Nice of you to join me.”
“What happened?” Fixer asks as he steps closer and fishes some bacta out of one of his pouches.
“Some of these droids are rigged to explode if someone uses a lightsaber against them,” She winces as he applies bacta to one of the burns, “They look the same as the other droids though.”
“So we should stick to using blasters for now,” Boss says thoughtfully, “Do you need a break?”
“I’m good to continue.”
“Good enough for me. What did you see?”
“It looks like there are two facilities.” The General replies with a frown, “Which is one more facility than we were expecting. One seems to be producing droids, while the other looks to be an information hub. We should hit both of them.”
“Agreed.” Boss says with a single nod. He falls silent for a moment, “Fixer, you and the General will hit up the information hub. We will deal with the droids.”
“You sure?” The General asks.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Boss replies dryly, “Sev, Scorch. We’re heading in.”
And then Fixer is alone with the General.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asks.
“Just some burns,” She holds up a hand to show off the blisters, “But it’s fine.”
Fixer sighs and tugs his helmet off, “We have time to treat those, General.” He says as he takes her hand and carefully applies bacta to the burns.
“...sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m happy to help.” Fixer kind of hates that he’s wearing his gloves now, though, because he wants nothing more than to touch her. He’s quiet for a moment, “You know, I don’t think you’re incompetent, General.”
“You don’t?”
“No. I respect you and everything you do for us…and I just…” He trails off, “I wish you would be more careful.”
“If I have to get a scar to keep you and your brothers from getting hurt-”
“No.” Fixer interrupts, “I don’t want you getting hurt at all. I hate seeing you get hurt.”
“Oh.”
“I just…I…” He trails off, “Why did you have to be a jedi? All of the things I want to say to you aren’t allowed-”
She blinks at him, and Fixer averts his gaze as he grabs his helmet, “Fixer,” She stops him from putting his helmet on, “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m in love with you, but you’re a Jedi and aren’t allowed to be in relationships.” Fixer says, “So…so all I can do is admire you and love you from afar.”
She’s quiet for a moment, “I think there’s been something of a cultural misunderstanding.” She finally says, “I’m not forbidden from loving or having relationships. Attachments are forbidden, but attachments aren’t love, Fixer.”
“...can you be more specific?”
“Yes, but not now.” She stands on her toes and kisses his cheek, and Fixer feels his heart doing backflips in his chest, “For now, just know that I love you too. And that I would like to see where this takes us.”
“Oh.” He sighs.
“And now we have a job to do.”
“I…yes General. On your order.”
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes follower celebration#clone commando fixer x reader#fixer x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Also, not me not realizing you rbed a prompt post until now :( ONLY if you want to bc I'm like ten years late or smth!
27: I can't think when you keep looking at me like that.” for whoever strikes ur fancy :)
not me, replying, 10 years late as well...thank u for the prompt smo, 'twas truly lovely to write for :)
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The living room still smells like the remnants of their breakfast. American-style this morning – maple sausages and fried eggs, waffles and coffee; something Ava had been craving, something Beatrice had given in to.
She’s sated and full, the meal sitting heavy in her belly, and she’d love nothing more than to indulge herself in some mid-morning cuddles with Beatrice, maybe even make out a little bit. Instead, she’s sitting on Beatrice’s lap on the couch, knees bracketing hips. Not a bad place to be in, not at all! But her hands are occupied with a stack of multi-coloured flashcards and she’s studying.
“Bea, don’t we have fake licenses expressly for this purpose? Don’t these rules go out the window when it’s my turn to drive, anyway?”
“You don’t have to take the test, but most of the time we won’t be having dramatic car escapades. You’ll have to learn the rules of the road.”
“I think a little rule breaking is healthy sometimes. Necessary, even.”
Beatrice hums. “You can’t break the rules if you don’t know what they are.”
Ava groans and throws her head back dramatically, Beatrice’s hands coming up to hold her by the waist to prevent her from falling backwards. “I think I'll know when the rules are broken when I get five honks in a row,” she says, addressing the ceiling. “Bonus points for prolonged honks that sound like harmony.”
“Please don’t cause unnecessary grievances for your fellow drivers,” Beatrice says. Ava straightens up at that. Narrows her eyes at Beatrice. She opens her mouth and is about to dispute the accusation when the hands at her waist squeeze hard, once, and the air in her lungs leave her in a stint of breathless laughter.
Beatrice leans in close. “What was that you were going to say?” she asks, fingers digging into Ava’s waist, making her laughter burst out unchecked.
“I said–” Another warning squeeze, and Ava’s cut off as she wheezes. “Okay, okay! I won’t– Bea, stop– I won’t cause unnecessary grievances for my fellow drivers.”
“Thank you, darling.” Beatrice reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind Ava’s ear, smiling when Ava presses a kiss to her palm. She goes back to her stack of flashcards – written by her own hand, thank you very much – reading each question out loud and pairing it with an answer before flipping to the back to check. Beatrice’s hands rest on her thighs, and she hums encouragingly.
Ava scans the newest question. “What should you do – uh oh, this doesn’t sound good – in the event of a fire in a tunnel?” The stack has lessened by half. Cards are scattered beside her on the couch, a few of them making a home between the cushions.
She narrows her eyes and tries to pry the answer from her mind. Step one: don’t get close to the fire, obviously, otherwise the car would explode. Step two: stop the car. Step three: find and use the SOS phone, or get out using the emergency exit. Wait, should she use the SOS phone before leaving for the exit? Maybe someone else had already reported the fire, but then again, what if nobody hadn’t?
She mouths the question to herself silently, fingers itching to turn the card over to get the answer. She squints at the question and traces the words, following the swoops and curves of the lettering, but it’s quite difficult to focus when there’s a more enticing view in her periphery.
Try as she might, but her gaze keeps getting drawn back to Beatrice’s face. In her defence, it’s a very pretty face – Beatrice’s eyes are a rich, dark brown, focus intense on her, and the way the morning light shines on her face makes her freckles stand out; not stars, but still constellations in their own right.
It all falls away, is the thing – the stack of cards is held in front of her and she can see the hard-practiced cursive of her penmanship that graces the paper, but it all melts away in the face of Beatrice’s attention on her. It’s thrilling. Addictive. The answer to the question eludes her, slips out of her grasp, driving theory all but forgotten.
“Ava?”
A huff and a pout, and Ava’s crossing her arms, hand gripped tight onto the cards to keep them from spilling everywhere. “Bea, I can't think when you keep looking at me like that.”
The blush that blooms on Beatrice’s cheeks is so pretty, even now. Ava feels her teeth ache with it. “My sincerest apologies. Let me remedy that immediately,” Beatrice says, the corners of her mouth twitching. She furrows her brows and frowns in mock-seriousness, and shuts her eyes.
Ava privately laments her loss but this, at least, is more conducive to her focus.
She’s about to read the flashcard again to remember what the question was exactly, when she feels calloused fingers gently slide up her thighs. Beatrice’s hands reach the bottom of her cotton shorts, fingers barely dipping underneath the hems, before they rest there. She’s used to the frequency of Beatrice’s tactility now, but her chest still warms whenever Beatrice initiates the contact.
It would have been fine if those hands had stayed, but no – they make their way down her thighs slowly, fingertips dragging, before moving upwards once again with a more pronounced pressure.
Ava’s breath hitches. The smirk that graces Beatrice’s face is indicative that she caught it, her smile growing wider as Ava’s hands migrate to rest on her shoulders. Ava pitches her hips forward to lean into the contact, and she lets out a whine as Beatrice retracts her hands ever so slightly. “You’re such a tease. Aren’t you supposed to be helping me study?”
“I recall that you’re the one who suggested this method of studying,” Beatrice points out. Her tone wobbles slightly, laughter barely held in check, and Ava shoots her a half-hearted glare – not that Beatrice can see it. “Call it a sneak peek,” Beatrice says, “twenty more questions, then we’ll take a short break.”
“Ten.”
“Fifteen.”
Ava beams. “Deal. Although, I think I need a little something to help jumpstart the studying process again. You know, to remind me of why I’m doing this in the first place.”
An eye cracks open at that, and Ava flutters her eyelashes for good measure. The coaxing is unneeded, though – Beatrice lets out a quick huff of laughter as she leans in, and Ava meets her in the middle.
The kiss is slow and sweet; a delicious sample of what’s to come. But Ava’s never been particularly good at waiting – she’s harboured an itching sense of impatience ever since the Halo had been embedded onto her back, the feeling only exacerbated by the blue-shifted timeline of the Holy War. Thus, the desire to take life by the reins, to devour its offerings, had become a habit formed quickly by will and necessity. Every facet of life she’d missed out on – she’d wanted it all, had always been hungry for it.
But – the war is over now. The life she’s building together with Beatrice is never going to be snatched away by divine hand, by demons or monsters or duty or sacrifice, not anymore. Ava’s still oh-so-hungry for it, and she can afford to linger now, but still, in moments like these? Where it’s just the two of them, unhurried, where love permeates every breath, every look, every gesture? It’s hers, it’s Beatrice’s, it’s theirs for all time, but somehow it’s moments like these where Ava can’t help but feel the most greedy; can’t help but give in to the urge to take, to hold between the canines of her teeth.
She tilts her head to deepen the kiss, fingers twitching against Beatrice’s shoulders. The hands on her thighs tighten their grip in approval, and the feeling sparks a hot thrill up her spine that disperses rapidly through her veins.
But all too soon, Beatrice pulls back. She doesn’t move far though; her lips ghost over Ava’s chin, her jaw. Ava holds herself still, waits until Beatrice’s mouth brushes against hers in one last kiss. Only then does Beatrice lean back. And only then, in the gift of this space, does Ava let her composure crumble, body and spirit rejuvenating with a harsh and shaky inhale.
“Can I open my eyes now, or will that be too distracting for you?” Beatrice’s voice is low and sweet with the tease, the cadence of her breathing unfairly even; this close, her breaths fall damp over Ava’s lips and taunt her with their proximity, and Ava has to fight to loosen her muscles, to not give in to the chase.
Tempting as always, but – Ava stays strong. She places a small kiss on the tip of Beatrice’s nose, revels in the warmth of her smile and how her eyes crinkle at the corners, before settling in place and returning to her flashcards once more. “Keep them closed, please, or I’ll never learn how to drive normally.”
#warrior nun#warrior nun fic#avatrice#ava silva#sister beatrice#penguin writes#ava after she's gone thru the driving theory and has applied it well IN PRACTICE: ok bea ive been so so so good right? so can you.#can you teach me how to drift-#bea: no.#(reasoning: tyres are expensive. drifting takes practice. the smell of burnt rubber is not a great smell to smell.)#smokestarrules
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☁️👀🛏️ Steddie
ooh thank you for the prompt nonnie!! ✨delicious✨
prompt: ☁️ enemies to lovers , 👀 forced proximity , 🛏 only one bed
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When Dustin asked Steve to chaperone their Hellfire Club field trip, he should've said no.
"C'mon, man, you don't need a chaperone," Steve huffed while he rewound tapes behind the Family Video counter. "You're high schoolers, what's kind of trouble could you get into?"
"It's because of you and your stupid ex-friends we need an adult anyway," Dustin snapped back. Sometimes Steve wondered if his own attitude had been transferred to the kid. "Something about 'the Chicago incident'?"
Oh. Oh yeah, that was absolutely his fault. Steve shook his head, and despite all the bad that had turned up between them Steve still smiled fondly at the memory of his shenanigans with Tommy and Carol.
"Fine, whatever," Steve said, conceding to the blame. "If you need an adult, why can't Munson be the chaperone?"
Steve hated the fact that the kids hung out with Eddie Munson. They were familiar with each other, considering Steve had once been one of the more popular athletes in the school. Even after he'd graduated, Munson had made a point to show up to Scoops Ahoy to see the fall of Steve Harrington with his own eyes. It was safe to say they didn't get along once Steve stopped throwing parties that Eddie could sell at. And now Steve's group of monster-fighting kids had chosen to latch onto said dealer, the same guy who'd relentlessly ridiculed Steve at every opportunity (not that Steve hadn't done the same).
"Because, Steve," Dustin said with the same know-it-all tone of voice Steve hated, "Eddie's a student. We need an adult who's not a student to sit in the hotel. You don't even have to do anything."
That was how Steve got roped into driving half of the little shits to Chicago. At least Eddie was driving with the Corroded Coffin crew, so Steve didn't have to make small talk with a bunch of guys he'd never been friends with in school. Steve really didn't know how the guys got ComicCon cleared as a club field day, but the one time he questioned it Dustin had ranted for so long about sports tournaments that Steve resigned himself to never asking again.
It was fine, he told himself, and he believed it all the way up until they were pulling up to the hotel. Eddie was talking emphatically to the lady at the desk.
"What's going on?" Steve had asked.
"We're one room short," Eddie said, sighing. "It's fine, I'll stay with Gareth."
"Actually," Steve piped up. He hated being the babysitter, the rule-follower, but when he'd signed all those forms accepting responsibility for the entire group he took that responsibility. "You're 20. He's still 17. We could get in trouble for that."
"What? Dude, we've crashed on each others' couches all the time."
"Maybe, but this is a school-sanctioned event."
"Yeah? Well tell me, Harrington, where the hell am I sleeping tonight?"
Eddie had a point. Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose when the answer became obvious. "With me, man, you're sleeping in my room."
They both fought it, but ultimately, this was the only answer that would fly with the school. So Steve and Eddie packed up their bags and headed up to the hotel room—where only one bed awaited them.
"I'm not sleeping with you," Eddie says automatically, flipping his bag up onto the bed.
"Then have fun on the couch," Steve snaps back, shoving the bag back off of the bed.
"I'm older than you."
"I'm the one in charge."
"You sign one piece of paper and you get a God complex? Leave it to Harrington to be that desperate to feel important," Eddie says, every ounce of vitriol he can muster up slipping through with his words.
"Just go the fuck to sleep, I don't care where. It's been a long day, man," Steve sighs finally, shucking off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the general direction of where he'd dropped his bag.
It would be a long weekend.
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Sooooooooo.... big news you guys 😌
WE HIT 1000 FOLLOWERS!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M MAKING THIS POST AAAAH!!!!!!
Huge THANK YOU to all of you lovely people who enjoy the stories I write and who helped me reach this point!! I'm extremely lucky to have your support and I'm so overwhelmed with emotions and gratitude I want to give every and each one of you a lil forehead kiss muah 💋
So this calls for a celebration right?? And a celebration we shall have 😎
SO until October 15th I'll be taking requests for short one-shots 💕 below you can check out the rules of the party
Okay okay okay, let's start! First things first, our Pedro boys! I'll be writing for:
Joel Miller
Javier Peña
Agent Whiskey
Oberyn Martell
While requesting, please specify if you want it to contain (can be multiple):
Din Djarin (? I've never wrote for him but I'm willing to try)
fluff
angst
hurt/comfort
or/and suggestive themes (but not actual smut, pretty please)
And lastly, the amazing list of prompts that I borrowed from @nightprompts (here's the link to the original post <3)
❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜
❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜
❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜
❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜
❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜
❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜
❛ come back to bed. ❜
❛ you look good like this. ❜
❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜
❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜
❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜
❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜
❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜
❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜
❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜
❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜
❛ may i have this dance? ❜
❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜
❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜
❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜
❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜
❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜
❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜
❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜
❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜
❛ well? how do i look? ❜
❛ can’t sleep? ❜
❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜
❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜
❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜
❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜
❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜
❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜
❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜
❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜
❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜
❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜
❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜
❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜
❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜
❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜
❛ kiss me again. ❜
❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜
❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜
❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜
❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜
❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜
❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜
❛ i was wrong about you. ❜
❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜
❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜
❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜
❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜
❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜
You can keep it vague or add a brief description of a situation you'd like to see 💕
Please send in your requests!! It'll be a challenge for me to keep it relatively short, but I'm so excited for this!!! 💕
#bluebeary-jay's 1k party#i LOOOVE YOU GUYS!!! again big thank you!!!!#all requests will be x reader ofc and i aim to write them a bit shorter than my usual minimum ~3k#anyway im excited <3
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Ohhh tell me about God's Worst Angel , cause I just love that title
Yes! This is one of the few titles I'm very proud of as I feel it sums it up very well.
It's an AU I started writing based off a prompt I saw here on Tumblr one day that was: "Sometimes guardian angels don't always have a lovely singing voice and a set of fluffy wings, sometimes they have a deep frown on their face and a very bad attitude." Credit: @creativepromptsforwriting
So I took that as my inspo and just changed the second half: "Sometimes guardian angels don't always have a beautiful singing voice and a set of fluffy wings, sometimes they have a bad attitude and sad secrets."
That was the case for Lee Adama and his guardian angel Starbuck.
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It's a modern AU and reincarnation AU, also a soulmate AU if you really wanna get into it
Basically the main idea is this takes place like thousands of years after the end of Battlestar and Lee has been reincarnated. But Kara has not, she's still existing as an angel like she was at the end of the show. God or whatever higher being in charge of the angels gives her the task to be Lee's guardian angel and she is initially upset by that as she's still super hung up over him (her having not had the chance to reincarnate and have another chance at being with him yet has also left her kinda bitter) but she agrees anyway.
Being an angel that helps guide a human there are certain rules she needs to follow (like limited visits/only when he truly needs her help, not much physical contact, etc). but she tries to bend and break them, her feelings for Lee not helping her to take her job as seriously as she should and her personal feelings getting in the way (all the while Lee is oblivious as he doesn't have any recollection of his past life that had her in it).
God eventually gets to a point where he has had enough of her breaking the rules and he gives her the choice to choose between continuing to do so and not having the chance to reincarnate again for a very very very long time/to basically be stuck as only an angel or to actually follow the rules and finally get reincarnated within the next 500 years. All the while Lee has to try and figure out why his guardian angel is so damn familiar and why he cannot stop thinking about her no matter how hard he tries to distract himself.
Sorry if I went way too into explaining it I am very passionate about this wip because it's an excellent balance of humor and hurt and it's been very fun to write so far!
#my writing#my wips#wips#wip#ask#answered#au#reincarnation#soulmates#modern au#kara thrace#lee adama#kara x lee#starpollo#battlestar galactica#bsg 2003#bsg#bsg ship#ship#writing#guardian angel#angels#my fics#fanfiction#fanfic#writing prompt#prompts#writing inspiration#inspiration#fic inspo
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I think that the interesting thing about the Demon of Lust title is how you could interpret that. Because on the one interpretation the fallen angels in Hell were sent there as punishment ok the other like in Lucifer, Hell was theirs to rule since they didn’t want to follow God. They decided the punishments. So I almost want to interpret Asmodeus as this demon king of lust who loathes rapist. He takes the human figure of a strikingly handsome man. He never forces a partner-he seduces them (we know in our current time that sex with the purpose of impregnation without consent is rape so his children are still the products of rape) but he never has to use violence. So his circle of hell (edom) punishes sexual predators. And I like your idea that it adds expertise and sex magic when his children find mates. Ie Malec. I studied a lot of Dante and historic interpretations of heaven and hell and there are so many ways you could look at it.
I’m sorry for this spam but I liked your prompt.
Hi! :-)
As you said, there are many, many, MANY ways to interpret the lore with this. From purely religious to completely fantastical.
One could maybe even say that maybe while an angel, Asmodeus was the paragon of love, and as he fell and became a prince of hell, his original virtue turned into its opposing sin. (IF one views lust as the moral opposite to love, anyway).
And that also connected with Magnus for me. Because I see Magnus as a character who desperately wants to love and be loved, but who has been hurt so much in the past, he walled off this part of himself. (How quickly and readily those walls fell when meeting Alec, for me, just lends more credibility to my theory.)
However, his father's association with lust had consequences for Magnus that for the longest time, he didn't even know about. With this prompt specifically, I thought that this essence was a part of Magnus, in a way like an aphrodisiac? Though not in a way where his partners would be unable to refuse him or anything like that. Oh, I'm so bad at putting my thoughts into words with this.
Like, it's not something that Magnus does, but rather something that is just what he is. And before he realized that it was specifically his physiology that made sex with him so very enjoyable to his partners, he just thought this was how it was for most people.
So when someone actually stirrs something in him, when there is a real relationship and chance for love, Magnus slows down. With Alec, he goes slow. Not just because it's Alec's first relationship and he wants him to feel secure and take things at his own pace, but also because he doesn't want his "walking aphrodisiac" thing to cloud any feelings Alec might have for him.
So when the time comes, Magnus definitely tells him. But this is a sensitive kind of topic, that also requires Magnus to trust Alec quite a bit, so it's something that Magnus tables for as long as he can.
I'm talking in circles, aren't I? 🤦♀️😂
I'm so sorry.
(By the way, I do so love the idea of Asmodeus punishing rapists in his hell dimension. Though would that mean that the demons under his command also do not rape women, and therefor warlocks would mostly be fathered from demons of other realms?)
#magnus bane#alec lightwood#malec#shadowhunters tv#magnus does not want for alec to be with him just because of the sex#Prince of hell Asmodeus#Demon of lust Asmodeus#both love and lust are anchored in different ways in Magnus#Magnus wants to love and be loved#but a lot of his former lover just wanted him for the sex#at least that's how I headcanon it#asks
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Tips for someone who wants to start their writing blog? 👉👈
Helllllllllllo darling! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ~
-- First of all:
Sometimes you're going to write a lot and sometimes you won't even want to open your drafts because you'll be tired from it. And that's ok, always know your pace or else you're going overwhelm yourself wanting to write everything. Also don't ever delete your drafts, yes, even the ones you don't want to write anymore. Ideas and concepts can be reused later!
-- Grammar!
I'm not yet fluent in english so sometimes I write with the dictionary open in another tab lol, thing is this is very important. To better your grammar you can practice writing drabble and prompts, you don't even have to post it if you don't like it. I also recommend to read a lot as reading works to inspire you and to analyse how different every writer writes. Like, I love writing dialogues so sometimes I have a hard time writing descriptions bcs I can't focus on them. When this happens I just skip it and put a () for when I'm proofreading to edit it.
Though commiting little errors are common and totally fine, darling! You're allowed to commit them. Don't ever "omg, there's so many typos on my fics people must hate them and me" or smth, is normal to make typos actually :)
-- Rules
It's your blog, darling. You have the final say on every matter. Don't ever feel pressured to write something just because people ask you to. Though be prepared because sometimes people won't read it so you have to be patient. Put the rules on somewhere visible, change their color, PUT THEM ON ALL CAPS!
Be very specific. Like, what fandoms do you write for? How many characters can people send in? What are you comfortable writing and what are you willing to try? Is there something that you won't tolerate being sent in your inbox? Things like that!
-- Ramble, share, talk
Let us hear what you have to say. Your ideas, even if they seem silly to you, are very interesting to the audience. Also let your followers to connect and interact with you <- I say this as if I wasn't so shy and awkard that eveytime I want to share sometimes I'm hit with ah well nobody will care anyway. This is the devil speaking, do not the same I do, darling!
-- Aesthetic and tags
I like this part hehe. As I said, this is your blog darling. It's almost like your second home. And people like their home being pretty and comfy. So try making your blog look like that! Choose an aesthetic, a character or something that speaks to you. And don't be afraid to change.
Also about tags. Everyone has its own. Tag everything: fics, characters, fandoms! They're so important, darling, you can search for them on your blog later and a tagged fic has a higher chance of showing up in the main feed. Besides it'll be easier for people to navigate through your blog (also make a masterlist, yes, even if it's a hassle to maintain it).
-- Don't be afraid
Writing is hard, is true. Motivation can come and go, sometimes time won't allign it with your want to write, y'know just mundane things. If you have writer block then don't force yourself to write, you won't like it what you read when you're done and if you feel afraid to write something new then do it afraid. Do it afraid even if it's bad, do it afraid because otherwise you won't do it. Though if is something you don't know about then please search about it and talk with other people.
-- Have fun
The whole purpose of writing is to have fun. Do not anyone spoil your fun, babe. Have fun, laugh and cry writing, make friends along the way. If a story is loved by its writer then certainly everyone will feel it and love it just as much as love! :)
Hope this all helps. If you still have any questions then ask away and I'II try my best answering it!
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★ 300 follower event!
ongoing masterlist
not accepting anymore requests!!!!
to celebrate recently hitting 300 followers, i’m doing a short writing event!
basic request rules apply!
only taking blue lock x male/gender neutral reader requests.
(male reader requests highly encouraged since i’ve been lacking on those tbh)
when requesting, put the prompt or prompt number along with the character you want me to write about. feel free to specify the genre (fluff, angst, maybe even suggestive but nothing further than that)
one character per request but you can request up to 2 prompts in one request
will be written either as drabbles or one-shots
not taking anymore rin or nagi requests
event rules are subject to change
prompt list:
1. "what are you do-" "look, now we match!"
2. "you're cleaning this up, right? since this was your idea."
3. "feeling better?" "it feels like i've been slapped but on the inside." "so... no?"
4. "i don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it."
5. "shh- that's just what you think." "no, i'm pretty sure it's what i know."
6. "oh please, who's gonna stop us?" "the police."
7. "and why would i do this for you?" "because you love me." "not enough- fine."
8. "who let you look so cute today?"
9. "can we wait a second? i wanna take a picture of you right now."
10. "i think i'm gonna fail this test-" "it's okay, you pass in my heart." "that means nothing."
11. "am i your favorite?" "i like your dog a bit more than you, i won't lie."
12. "this is unfair." "i can't help the fact that you're terrible at mario kart."
13. "since we're dating, does that mean i can hold your hand whenever i want?"
14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."
15. "i've always wanted to come here with you."
16. "this song reminds me of you."
17. "as much as i love food, i'm giving you the last piece just this once."
18. "you're cold?" "no? it's super sunny right now-" "take my jacket anyway."
19. "oh no, my head, it's falling conveniently onto your shoulder!"
20. "shut up and kiss me already."
21. "i've waited for so long just to say that to you."
22. "your hands are colder than the one time i lost a bet and i had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."
23. "you seem like you want ice cream."
24. "mcDonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" "it's 3 in the morning." "and?" "let's go."
25. "you love me?" "i always have."
26. "what's that even supposed to be?" "it's a drawing of you, idiot."
27. "here comes the airplane!" "i can feed myself." "too bad."
28. "it's a 4000 piece puzzle and you've finished maybe 100 pieces max. and how long have you been doing this?"
29. "i know it's not the best but-" "i love it."
30. "i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?"
ima be real with yall i have no fucking idea what i’m doing so we figuring this out together🤞‼️
#blue lock#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#blue lock x male reader#blue lock x gn reader#blue lock fluff
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Hello!
My name is Wyrm || Ace/Aro || She/Her || Autism
I've been wanting to do a writing/whump blog for a while now but I've been so nervous. I mostly do prompts, but will occasionally write stories. I'm usually pretty laid-back, if not a little introverted. Just follow the rules and I'm cool with you.
Requests: CLOSED
What I WILL write:
Most Fantasy (See below for what I won't write)
Superhero/Villain Settings
Pet Whump
Pretty much most "normal" whump stuff
Mild Romance (Cuddling, Kissing, etc)
Mild Violence/Gore (Blood, Bad Wounds, Death, etc)
What I WON'T write:
NSFW (no sex! only murder)
Nudity
Extreme Gore (Guts, Organs, etc)
Demons/Vampires/The Undead
IRL Person Whump
One last thing, I'm pretty bad at regular schedules so don't expect me to post like everyday or something. I'll try to post at least once a week though. Main blog is @wyrms-and-worms. Anyways, thanks for reading and have a swell [TIMEZONE HERE]!
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thank you so much!! i don’t think i can send the actual screenshot (i think you might’ve turned off photo asks - can’t blame you though that’s fucking fair) but i can copy and paste the text!!
[10:48] *cawing sounds*: are u sure its a good idea to let mr fitzgerald get a gift…
[10:48] *cawing sounds*: if u remember the last time
[10:48] *cawing sounds*: when the port mafia said they ruled “the underground”
[10:48] *cawing sounds*: he thought they meant the sewers
[10:48] *cawing sounds*: and gave them a toilet bowl made of gold…………………
anyways cawing sounds is poe it’s from The Armed Detective Family (and their Annoying Relatives) by Titin189819 on ao3
i thought it would be hilarious to see either fitzgerald making that decision or the pm executives opening up a box to see the present - but obviously, if you have any other ideas please run wild id be happy to see them
also please take care of yourself!! watch out with that hand of yours i’m sure you know those can get real bad so please PLEASE be careful!! i don’t really mind if you don’t do the request, prioritise yourself first that’s the important thing here - take your time and don’t forget to take breaks we can wait for you it’s okay
(also couldn’t find a place to fit this in so i’ll put it here but i felt that wip thing in my SOUL fucking hell i love it but i hate it at the same time)
Aaksdfjksdjf it did indeed take me a while, it's been a weird month—thank you for your patience! :D I'm not sure how much I followed the prompt but this was really fun aksdjfksjdfks
I still think that part at the end of season 1 where Fitzgerald just goes "Yeah my bad for setting this city's mafia on you, I didn't think they'd be so incompetent" is really funny
#this was my first time properly drawing fitzgerald and hirotsu somehow aksdfjksdjfks#bsd#bungou stray dogs#my art#bsd fanart#ask box#bsd mori#bsd hirotsu#bsd higuchi#bsd akutagawa#bsd fitzgerald#bsd poe
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Hi, Sweethearts 🖤
It's been a while since I hosted a challenge and I thought I'd have a little fun with my favourite genres. Forbidden love and angst. Happy ending or no happy ending, dark fic or fluffy, it just hurts so good.
🖤 This challenge is 18+ only. Minors DNI. If you ignore this rule and write for this challenge anyway, it won't be read by me.
🖤 Must be either a Sebastian Stan or Chris Evans character (popular or obscure, it doesn't matter) or one of the following: Frank Castle, Soldier Boy, Dean Winchester, Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen II, Harwin Strong. No RPF please.
🖤 This challenge is LGBTQ+ friendly and inclusive to all writers and pairings.
🖤 Reader insert only and must not be part of an ongoing work (unless it can be read as a stand alone piece).
🖤 There is no word limit but please use a read more tab if your fic is more than 500 words long.
🖤 When you post your fic, use the hashtag #bittersweetsymphonywritingchallenge.
🖤 I reserve the right to not read something I'm not comfortable with. That being said, please tag your warnings appropriately and concisely.
🖤 No underage, medical torture, beastiality (monsters don't count) or scat.
🖤 The official deadline for this challenge is 28th February 2023.
🖤 There is a list of prompts below to choose from. To avoid the potential crossover of ideas and plots within the challenge, please send me an ask to claim your prompt and I'll strike it off the list. Prompts are first come, first served but if needed, I have a reserves list.
🖤 You don't have to include the prompt chosen directly in your fic. Purely being inspired by it is absolutely encouraged, too!
Remember, the most important thing is to have fun! I'm looking forward to seeing what people come up with! Hurt and heal my little black heart! Thank you so much to @sgt-seabass for the beautiful banners used 🖤
1. "Lost inside her dirty world, no one hurts this pretty girl." - Slipknot, Killpop
2. "So take this wine and drink with me. Let's delay our misery." - Eagle-Eye Cherry, Save Tonight
3. "It's not like I'm falling in love, I just want you to do me no good." - Arctic Monkeys, No.1 Party Anthem
4. "Take you like a drug, I taste you on my tongue." - The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues
5. "Remember how it was with you, remember how you pulled me through." - deadmau5 & Kaskade.
6. "You know my heart died and you had me aching, how about a piece of your own medicine?" - AlunaGeorge, Attracting Flies
7. "I never wanted you to hurt too much to touch." - Banks, And I Drove You Crazy
8. "Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne." - BMTH, Throne
9. "You came over me like some holy rite, and although I was burning, you're the only light." - Florence + The Machine, Only If For a Night
10. "I do it so good, it's gonna be hard to break the habit." - Ariana Grande, Nasty
11. "If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised." - Halsey, Castle
12. "One heart broke, four hands bloody." - Olivia Rodrigo, Favorite Crime
13. "Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this." - The Weeknd, High For This
14. "I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me." - Fallout Boy, Dance Dance
15. "I wanna see what you're made of, I won't tell and you won't either." - Henry Verus, Your Guilty Pleasure
16. "I did things to you only lovers would do in the dark. I made you a god." - Labrinth, Still Don't Know My Name
17. "All your talent and my good taste, I’d hate to see it go to waste." - The Eagles, The King Of Hollywood
18. "You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you"."- Lana Del Rey, Norman Fucking Rockwell
19. "I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey." - Taylor Swift, False God
20. "With your arms by your side there's no struggling, pleasure's all mine this time." - Avenged Sevenfold, Scream
21. "When I met you in that hotel room, I could tell that you were so bad news." - Montell Fish, Hotel
22. "I'm a heartless man at worst, babe, and a helpless one at best." - Paolo Nutini, Candy
23. "I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did." - Dove Cameron, Boyfriend
24. "It isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun." - My Chemical Romance, Cemetery Drive
25. "Show me your scars and I won't walk away." - Beyoncé, Sandcastles
26. "I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees." - The Verve, Bitter Sweet Symphony
27. "Can't change the way we are, one kiss away from killing." - Bishop Briggs, River
28. "I know you said that I changed with my cold heart, but it was your game that left scars." - Mabel, Call Me Up
29. "Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new." - Arctic Monkeys, Do I Wanna Know
30. "And even though we live inside a dangerously empty life, you always seem to bring the light." - The Weeknd, Angel
31. "Baby, come bring me hell. Let it rain over me." - Zara Larsson, Ruin My Life
32. "Took one fuckin' look at your face, now I wanna know how you taste." - Ariana Grande, Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored
33. "And you call me up again just to break me like a promise." - Taylor Swift, All Too Well
34. "God, I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you." - Olivia Rodrigo, Traitor
I won't tag anyone but I'd really appreciate it if my mutuals and followers could reblog and spread the word. In saying that, there's no pressure to do so 🥰
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Little announcement for everyone: my follower event is over so thank you to everyone who submitted. I will try to get to them as soon as possible but with school it might take me longer to answer them so please be patient.
Anyway, If there is anyone who wanted to submit something but missed the deadline or forgot about it or even didn't have the time to do it you can submit something if you would like. I'm a pretty nice person so I'm allowing this as I don't want anyone to feel bad that they missed out.
I'm going to go ahead and tag people that might seem interested. If you do submit something make sure you are following the rules and prompts. The prompts are some examples but any prompt that isn't on the list is welcomed. Anyone is welcome but If you submit something with nsfw you must submit it with your username so that I know that you aren't a minor as my blog is still 18+.
Thank you again to those that sent me requests and I hope everyone has a nice day ❤️
Tagging: @anxiouspineapple99 @rexxdjarin @sev-on-kamino @the-rain-on-kamino @wings-and-beskar @wizardofrozz @cloneloverrrrr @trixie2023 @deejadabbles @moonlightwarriorqueen @multi-fan-dom-madness @dystopicjumpsuit @eternal-transcience @cw80831 @523rdrebel
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100 follower EVENT !! (JUJUTSU KAISEN + BLUE LOCK) [[Event Closed]]
Prompt list credits: @/palettes-and-prompts @/a-cure-for-writing
RULES AND NOTES:
Firstly, many thanks to you cuties for 100+ followers!!
This is an event only for Jujutsu Kaisen and Blue Lock. I will be writing for 4 characters from each of the shows.
You can request for up to 3 prompts (max), from any of the angst, smut, or fluff lists. Also include the tag and the character you want. You can also mention a kink if you want or leave that up to me.
So, a request will look like - SMUT 4 + FLUFF 3 + SMUT 21 + NAGI + Mirror Sex
I will write for one character only for a maximum of 2 times.
Don't be mad if your prompt request isn't chosen as this is a first come first serve.
Don't request these things as I won't write about them - r*pe, inc*st, excretion f*tishes in any form, vomit, feet, d*bcon, noncon, p*dophilia, bodily harm, eyeball licking or whatever tf
Please be considerate and give me some time to write these fics to the best of my ability. Enjoy!
TAKEN
Rin Itoshi - “Don’t touch me, you lost that privilege when you let him into our bed.” “Every time you open your mouth, I want to push you over the edge of a cliff, and I mean that with all my heart.”
Michael Kaiser - “Nothing you do will fix things; no amount of money will turn back time.” “Shhh, it was just a bad dream. It’s okay, baby.” “Stay with me, please.
Ryusei Shidou - “Show up here again and you won’t live to see the end of it.” “I know you want me just as much as I want you.” "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." + Bondage
Sae Itoshi - “I don’t have the energy to yell at you, you’re not worth it anyway.” “You want to try that again, asshole? That’s my boyfriend/girlfriend you’re messing with.” "Did I say you could stop?" + Brat Taming
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Gojo Satoru - “Am I your wallpaper?” “You weren’t supposed to see that!” Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me." + Mirror Sex
Sukuna - “I can’t believe I was ever stupid enough to think I knew you.” "You'd better watch your fucking mouth." + Orgasm Control
Megumi Fushiguro - “I wouldn’t hate myself as much as I do now if it weren’t for you.” “I don’t care if I don’t sleep tonight as long as I’m with you.”
ANGST
“Don’t touch me, you lost that privilege when you let him into our bed.”
“You just keep acting like everything’s fine! It’s not fine!”
“I hate you; I hate everything you stand for, every fiber of your being.”
“I don’t have the energy to yell at you, you’re not worth it anyway.”
“Show up here again and you won’t live to see the end of it.”
“You killed her! She was the only person I ever loved, and you killed her!”
“There’s not a single reason I can think of for me to let you see her. You may be her father, but I’m her everything.”
“You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?”
“I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.”
“Nothing you do will fix things; no amount of money will turn back time.”
“I wish you’d just leave me alone; I wish I’d never met you.”
“You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.”
“I wouldn’t hate myself as much as I do now if it weren’t for you.”
“Thank you for ruining my life, I know exactly the kind of person I don’t want to become now.”
“Don’t look at me like you’re sorry. You’re not sorry.”
“You’ll never love me like you loved her. I know that now.”
“Not now, not ever. You’ll never be the person I love.”
“I can’t believe I was ever stupid enough to think I knew you.”
“Yell at me, scream until your throat hurts, put a damn bullet in my chest, but you will not touch him.”
“I would rather die than be the person who climbs into bed with you at the end of the night.”
“You lied! You lied again and I fell for it!”
“Every time you open your mouth, I want to push you over the edge of a cliff, and I mean that with all my heart.”
“Don’t pretend there’s more than years of pure hatred here.”
FLUFF
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Shhh, it was just a bad dream. It’s okay, baby.”
“I’m here for you.”
“Your lips are so soft, I could kiss ‘em all day.”
“‘Us’…I like the sound of that.”
“You’re my sunshine, my world…I want to be with you for an eternity.”
“Am I your wallpaper?” “You weren’t supposed to see that!”
“Stay with me, please.”
“Maybe we should be more than friends.”
“I know you want me just as much as I want you.”
“My heart beats for nothing except you.”
“I couldn’t have asked for anything greater than you.”
“I don’t care if I don’t sleep tonight as long as I’m with you.”
“It just breaks my heart to see how mean people are towards you.”
“You want to try that again, asshole? That’s my boyfriend/girlfriend you’re messing with.”
“I would do anything it takes to make you feel happy and safe, I don’t care the cost.”
“I don’t care what anyone says about me, you…us.”
“I love you with all of my heart.”
“I’m never gonna let you go, don’t worry.”
“Go to sleep, you haven’t got any rest in the past few days.”
“Cuddle me?”
“Could you hold my hand?”
“You’re not leaving without giving me a hug first.”
SMUT
"You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up."
"You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat."
"How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?"
"You'd better be quiet if you don't want to get caught."
"You look good all soaking wet."
"Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."
"Oh my god you're so much better than the last person I was with."
"If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."
"I don't care how good it feels you'd better not cum until I tell you to."
"Look, I'm not into choking but I wouldn't mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while."
"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."
"You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily."
"Touch yourself for me."
"Do you think you deserve to be punished?"
"You take my fingers so well don't you?"
"Shut up and take your pants off."
"When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."
"Are you wearing my shirt?"
"Do you need me to finger you first?"
"You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are."
"Did I stutter? Do as you're told!"
"Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking."
"I can't wait to be on my knees for you later."
"Maybe if I punish you it'll help you remember who you belong to next time."
"Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?"
"Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me."
"Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me."
"If you keep making those sounds, I'm not going to be able to stop myself."
"Take it off. Slowly."
"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"
"Why don't you go put on something pretty for me?" 32) "Kitten, don't make me tell you twice."
"Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic."
"I love the sounds you make when you come undone."
"Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to."
"You'd better watch your fucking mouth."
"Did I say you could stop?"
"I need you. Now!"
"I'm so sick of your voice. Why don't you come over here and put your mouth to better use?"
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Writing prompt: The bats have an ugly sweater contest....AND GO!!!
(Minor warning for Jason's inappropriate sense of humor and the song "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.")
"So are we doing the Ugly Sweater party this year, Father? Now that I understand the concept, I plan on winning."
Bruce sighed. He didn't mind the ugly Christmas sweaters, but a certain adult child of his had a tendency to find the most inappropriate sweaters possible. Last year's seem innocent enough, until the lights were turned off. Bruce couldn't even imagine where one would find a light-up sweater with Batman and Catwoman doing very NSFW things on it.
"Oh, no. I know that look. Just because Todd tries to offend everyone, it doesn't mean the rest of us should be punished!"
"You're right, Damian. We'll do the party. I'll have Alfred talk to Jason. He'll listen to him."
A week later, Bruce was standing in his living room, in a God-awful pink and green plaid monstrosity of a sweater with bells that jingled when he walked. Selina was in a beautiful black and gold sweater-dress.
"Sorry, Bruce. I don't do ugly."
Bruce kissed the side of her face. "Nothing you could wear would look ugly anyway."
Dick, Barbara, and Haley were already there in matching reindeer sweaters talking to Cassandra, who had found a glow-in-the-dark sweater with elves that danced when you turned the power on.
He heard Alfred greeting someone at the door and braced himself. Female voice. He relaxed. Stephanie came running into the room yelling a minute later.
"Happy Ugly Sweater day, Waynes & Wayne-adjacents!"
Stephanie hugged everyone and showed off her sweater. She made it herself, and the quality was quite good. It was purple, of course, with real, blinking Christmas lights in red, yellow, and green. It also had Santa dressed like a 80s metal band rockstar, and said, "Have a rockin' good Christmas!"
Tim and Bernard arrived next. Bernard's sweater was a Freddy Kreuger Christmas sweater, and Tim's was "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer"-themed. (Complete with Grandma face down with reindeer tracks across her back.)
"Timbo, you're definitely in the lead for ugliest sweater, depending on what Damian, Duke, and Jason come up with."
Duke came in just then, as if on cue. His sweater was green, with gold tinsel and purple and blue ornaments hanging off of it. It had a hood too, shaped like the top of a tree, complete with a giant star on top. It was pretty horrible.
Damian and Titus came in next. Titus had on a beautiful argyle sweater, because apparently Damian's dog was too good for ugliness. Damian's sweater on the other hand, was truly ugly. It had mint green, fuchsia, teal, yellow, and black stripes, with a hideous Krampus on the front and back.
"Wow, Damian. That is absolutely the ugliest sweater I've ever seen."
The teen beamed. "Thanks, Grayson. I plan on winning this year."
"Well, you'll have to wait for Jason and see what nightmare-fuel of a sweater he found, but you have my vote."
"Pennyworth spoke to him about ugly vs. inappropriate, so we'll see. Todd isn't getting that prize this year."
Bruce heard the door again. He didn't hear Alfred chewing Jason out, so it must not be too bad. Then he heard...
"Sorry, Al. You told me if I wanted to wear an ugly sweater to wear one with a picture of me on it. I'm just following your rules."
Bruce heard Alfred sigh, and his pulse instantly started to increase. It must be bad. Maybe he could escape.
A moment later, Jason came in. "Here's your winner, bi-otches!"
Bruce looked at Jason's shirt, then closed his eyes. He was hoping he imagined it, but when he opened his eyes again, it was true. All the kids spoke at once.
"Seriously, Jay?"
"Oh. Em. Gee."
"Is that what I think it is?"
"No way, Todd! That has to be disqualified! This year is mine!"
"Not cool, brother. Not cool."
"Sorry, Bernard. I warned you my family's a bit crazy. Some more than others."
Finally Bruce found his voice. "Jason. Is that your autopsy photo on your sweater?"
#jason's inappropriate sense of humor#bruce wayne#jason todd#batfamily#damian wayne#happy but dysfunctional batfam#stephanie brown#tim drake#dick grayson#barbara gordon#cassandra cain#duke thomas#alfred pennyworth#selina kyle#damian's dog titus#haley grayson
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