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windowsandfeelings · 5 months

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20 Questions Game for fic writers

tagged by @terrainofheartfelt and @slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction (<3 <3 <3!)

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 25! (But I've written a lot more that are scattered across ffn and livejournal. I've been at this a while.)

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 153,671

3. What fandoms do you write for? Eternally Gilmore Girls, lately also Nancy Drew, and not for a while, but perhaps most notably Gossip Girl. (I've written for other fandoms, too, but not recently.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? All the Lights that Light the Way are Blinding (Gossip Girl) November 24, 2016 (Gilmore Girls) Met You at the Right Time (Gilmore Girls) The River in Egypt (Gossip Girl) The Boyfriend Tour of North America (Gilmore Girls)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to, but I'm definitely behind on it at the moment. I so appreciate every comment I get (okay, every nice comment I get), and I want to acknowledge them.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmm...I don't really do angsty endings. Maybe I Am Sorry to Tell You? But that's mostly because Lost hadn't actually ended yet when I wrote it so I didn't have a way to get Rory and Jess off the island. But it wasn't really presented as angsty. (I have occasionally considered writing a sequel.)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them? IDK, maybe MYatRT? Just because it takes such a long time to get to it, but I think it's earned.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Occasionally, yes, mostly on All the Lights..., or people commenting on other fics and shitting on All the Lights... in the process.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? I write v v v light smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written? lol, I wrote a Barney Stinson/Buffy Summers ficlet once.

I would say I'm not a huge fan of crossovers, but I wrote a bunch of short ones back in my lj days because a couple of my friends had a crossover fic contest...really more like drabbles.

And then of course there's I Am Sorry to Tell You. Because I got really into Lost at one point and had to find a way to combine it with Gilmore Girls. And honestly I think it came out pretty well.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so, but I've definitely seen stolen fics.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah! Someone translated All the Lights... into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I can't remember. Maybe back in my ffn days? Nothing is springing to mind.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? LITERATI 4 LYFE

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I'd like to finish Saturn Return someday, but I don't really know where it will go. Which is why it's unfinished.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, probably? I wasn't comfortable writing dialogue for a long time, but especially since taking screenwriting classes a few years ago I feel much more confident in it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle hard with plot. You want me to figure out what's going to actually happen in a story? Ugh!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I would probably only do it in French or maybe very basic Spanish, because that's the extent of not English that I'm confident in.

19. First fandom you ever wrote for? I'm pretty sure the first fic I ever wrote was a continuation of someone else's post-season 1 Gilmore Girls fic that they hadn't finished, but I never published it. (I still have it. It's hand-written...and bad. Because I was 13.) The first one I ever published was a Harry Potter fic on ffn. Also bad. Very unfinished.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? 100,000% Met You at the Right Time. I could not be more proud of that thing if I tried. It was a labor of love, but it also came out exactly the way I wanted to, which is just...nearly impossible to imagine. Like I could quibble with some of the writing, especially in the first couple of chapters, but at the end of the day...it's really good. Which is not a humble statement, but it's true.

tagging: @wonderlandleighleigh @oh-bonerline @strangenewgirls @stellaluna33 @georgianadarcies and anyone else who wants to do it

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rxreid · 2 years

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rory’s introduction * ˚ ✦

hey! i’m rory! here on my tumblr account, you can find my writings for various fandoms, which i’ll soon compile into masterlists. i currently reside in the english countryside, and my pronouns are she/her! i enjoy english literature, history, and cinematography. also!! my username is a pun on both my name and spencer reid’s last name - rory + reid = roreid :).

currently watching: criminal minds season 8

most recent fic: riding kai’s clown mask (nsfw)

ongoing event: rory’s christmas event

requests * ˚ ✦

blurb requests: open

fic requests: open

matchup requests: open on nov 1st 2022

my faves * ˚ ✦

blue = i write about

bold = ultimate fave

↠ shows: criminal minds, american horror story, the walking dead, game of thrones, how i met your mother, gossip girl.

↠ movies: american animals, beautiful boy, she’s the man, the fundamentals of caring, 500 days of summer, kingsman.

↠ characters: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, derek morgan, kit walker, misty day, peter parker, yelena belova, rosita espinosa, rick grimes, glenn rhee, maggie rhee, robin scherbatsky, barney stinson, nate archibald.

↠ people: evan peters, matthew gray gubler, steven yeun, tom holland, my mutuals!!

↠ songs: the comfort of a laughter track - roar , i know it’s over - the smiths , watching him fade away - mac demarco , everyone adores you (at least i do) - matt maltese.

↠ books: the secret history - donna tartt, all the bright places - jennifer niven.

details about my writings * ˚ ✦

i write for almost every character played by evan peters, including american horror story ones, and excluding smut for tate langdon, kyle spencer, and his other underage characters.

i write for most of the criminal minds team, excluding ones who enter beyond season seven, as i have yet to be introduced to them.

i write for a large percentage of the marvel characters, excluding tony stark, clint barton, and peter quill, and i will not write smut for minors such as peter parker.

i write for a large percentage of the arrowverse characters, but only upon request.

i will not write sexual content depicting minors.

i will not write anything depicting r@pe, abuse, racism, or homophobia towards the reader/other characters. the only occasion in which any of the stated may be depicted is in fictions that centre around law enforcement characters and their attendance at, or job surrounding, a crime scene, such as criminal minds.

if you wish to be added to my general taglist, please send an ask! in the meantime, i will be compiling a google form for this.

[last updated - 02/11/22]

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hotchscvm · 3 years

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a lifetime of illusions

Warnings: angst, implied smut, mild violence, major character death

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: A whirlwind summer romance sweeps you off your feet. But you never once regretted it.

Or: In which you fall in love hard and fast, yet when it all stops, you spend the rest of your life thinking "What if?"

You never considered yourself as someone who would be swept off their feet just because of a guy with a pretty face. But he had been so much more than that. He made you happy, made you smile, made you feel truly alive. Not once had you regretted your decision; you were happy, as happy as someone could be.

Stepping outside, you blocked your eyes from the hot summer sun. The busy, yet small city noise filled your ears, the smell of saccharine desserts invaded your nose. Smiling, you felt at home in this foreign island. The people around you smiled, not one of those tight, uptight grimaces, but a genuine, huge smile. People around here were so different. It was nice.

You called for a cab, surprised there had been a cab at the small island, even more, surprised when they hadn't made fun of your struggle to communicate. Instead, they smiled and helped you figure out where you were supposed to go. He introduced himself as Barry.

"So, ma'am, how long are you staying in Savos for?" Barry asked, taking a turn left. Besides you, the beach stretched out for miles, the sun setting above the horizon. It left a streak of crimson in the orange sky.

Grinning, you shrugged, eyes twinkling with excitement. The long plane ride did nothing to drain the energy and excitement out of you. "Don't know. But from the looks of it, I want to stay forever. This is possibly the most beautiful place in the world."

"It sure is, ma'am. Especially during the summer, you came at the right time. We don't get a lot of tourists due to the long and exhausting traveling." Barry said, pulling up to the large hotel. "Here we are. Have a good night."

"Thanks, Barry. You, too." you thanked, opening the door. You were ever so grateful to pack light, the only thing in your hands was your phone, and bag hanging on your shoulder. The hot wind made you shiver, contrasted by the cold cab, the sudden temperatures changed made you crave the summertime more.

The cab drove away, the sweet sound of the tires against the cement hitting your ears. Walking to the hotel lobby, you checked in, admiring at the antique furniture and the warm white lights. It had an olden vibe, one that you didn't mind. The girl handed you your keys without a word, pointing to the elevator. You had to admit, the hotel was kind of stuffy, a little dusty but a little dust never killed anyone. Who were you to judge for the lack of dusting?

You reached your designated floor, the elevator doors opening with a loud ding. As if you were in a hurry, your sprinter down the hall to your room; in truth, you were just eager to change and see the island for yourself. Unlocking your door, you were greeted by the sight of a clean room, a white bed, white walls, and a white carpet. For an antique-looking hotel, you'd thought the room would have more character.

No matter. You tossed your bag on the bed, slipping into some clean clothes. If you weren't so hungry, you would've taken a shower, gotten rid of all the sticky things that touched you during your flight. Instead, you practically tore your dirty clothes off just to get a fresh feeling from your clean ones. Pulling your hair up, you texted your parents and friends, texting them you had made it.

They had all been a bit hesitant about having you travel to a foreign island by yourself. It had been a little ridiculous but you finally got all of them to agree. After all, you needed to celebrate graduating from college. It only happened once. What better way to celebrate than traveling around the world for the whole summer before returning back to your stuffy life?

There was a fun-looking restaurant across the street from the hotel. A lot of people crowded the place, dancing to the loud music leaking out of the restaurant. You snaked your way through the crowd until you reached the host stand, letting out a huge breath you've been holding in order to squeeze past. It might've been crowded inside but the restaurant wasn't. The tables were all filled but there had been no line.

You made your way to the table, smiling when you reached it. The host gave you a small smile. "Hello, do you happen to have a table for one?"

"Um, lemme check." She glanced down at the booklet in front of her, then scanned the place, as if an empty table was suddenly going to appear. "I'm sorry, ma'am but there isn't a table available. If you'd like you can wait, it won't be long—"

"She can sit with me. If she doesn't mind being tortured by my company." A voice interrupted. Both you and the hostess turned towards the source of the sound, eyes widening when you saw the breathtakingly gorgeous man. He smiled at you, holding out his hand. "Hey, I'm Chris."

You shook his hand, slightly confused by his blunt offer. You told him your name and the corner of his lips lifted even more. "You look really familiar, Chris."

His eyes glimmered with amusement. "Yeah, I get that a lot. You have a beautiful name. Would you like to dine with me tonight? It's totally okay if you say no but it'd be nice to have some company tonight. I'm new in town."

"Me, too," you replied. Biting your lip, you mulled over his question. You wanted to say yes—who wouldn't? He was absolutely beautiful but it wasn't like you to have dinner with a complete stranger. On the other hand, you did promise yourself to be more spontaneous, take more chances.

Sensing your hesitance, he scratched the back of his neck, glancing at the floor. "I promise I won't bite. And if you don't have a fun time, I'll give you some money and we can call it even. What'd ya say?"

Of course, you said yes. If you hadn't, your whole life could've gone so much differently.

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It started with dinner, then lunch the next day. It wasn't long before the two of you spent your days together, sometimes going to the beach, sometimes staying in either of your hotel rooms, staying in each other arms, stealing a few kisses. You didn't realize how much of a big deal he was. And he didn't tell you, fearing you'd ditch him.

After your third official date, you slept with him, loving the way he touched you. You smiled when you woke up in his arms the next morning, he had mirrored your expression, kissing you until you were both breathless. Only a week had passed but you were so smitten by the Bostonian. It was during the second week that you realized how smitten he was with you.

"Christopher Columbus, you know how impatient I am. Come on! Lemme see." you pleaded, a little annoyed by his hands covering your eyes. He chuckled behind you, pulling you even closer to his chest. "Chris."

His chest vibrated from his laugh. "Sweetheart, I promise we're almost there. It's not a surprise if I show you. Just wait a little longer. I promise you'll love it."

You groaned, suffering blindness under his grasp. As much as you hated secrets, you liked the way his hands were on you, the way he looked in his Captain America swim trunks. It was adorable. "Okay, fine."

As soon as your feet touched the water, you started to get even more suspicious, aware you were ankle-deep in the ocean. Maybe he was gonna drown you. You let out a little laugh at that. The man had too much love in his heart to even think of such a dark thought.

"Do I get to hear the joke?" he asked, his lips grazing your ear. You giggled at the motion, his neatly trimmed beard tickling you. "Are you ticklish?"

There was a dangerous playfulness in his voice so you quickly shook your head no. "Of course not, your wild beard just gave me neck rash."

"Darling, that's just the hickey I gave you." he teased, laughing when he felt you roll your eyes under his hand. Chris swore, quickly leading you back towards the beach before making you walk across the hot sand with it sticking to your soaked sandals. "Sorry, my mind wandered and I accidentally led you somewhere else."

"Oh my, God." you snorted, finding amusement to your boyfriend's confusion. Was he your boyfriend? You didn't have the talk, let alone labeled what you were. Three dates, days spent together, and mind-blowing sex didn't mean you were dating, right?

Your sandals thud against the wooden ground. You raised an eyebrow at the feeling, curiosity making you impatient from the long-awaited surprise. It was ridiculous how long he made you wait, almost as ridiculous as Barney Stinson's legendary catchphrase Chris once jokingly admitted he loathed.

Once you were in the angled the way he wanted, he grinned, the smile touching his eyes. "Okay, are you ready?"

You nearly yelled at him. "Yes!"

With one swift movement, his hands disappear from your eyes, leaving you to open them slowly as you took in the scene in front of you. Floating in the water, a few feet away from you was a sailing yacht, the boat rocking slightly. A tiny squeal escaped your lips, glancing between the boat and Chris. You wrap your arms around the man, head snuggled against his chest.

"It was hard finding someone that would let me rent their boat without a boating license. But don't worry, I know enough to keep us afloat. Do you like it?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

It was crazy how this man could make your heartbeat out of your chest. Grinning up at him, you gave a nod. "I adore it. It really was worth the wait, huh?"

He wasn't looking at the boat when he answered. He was too busy admiring how beautiful you were to even take his eyes off of you. "Yeah, it really was."

You pulled him aboard the boat, letting him teach you all the right procedures. He had let you steer the boat with his assistance, murmuring praises in your ear, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he stood behind you. The wind would blow your hair back, making him spit it out when it got in his mouth. Both of you laughed whenever a piece of your hair got wet from his spit; it was also very gross.

The day was spent on the boat, blankets tossed over both your bodies as you watched the sunset. Chris had decided to become the next Shakespeare as he described the colors of the sky, laughing when you jokingly mocked his Boston accent that slipped out every once in a while. Night had come, and Chris drove the boat back to the docks, thanking the owner.

That was the night he realized he was deeply and irrevocably in love with you.

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He didn't get a chance to tell you.

He was ripped out of your arms before you could tell him you loved him. Didn't even get the chance to say goodbye.

July came and went. Chris had taken you back to his hometown with the plan to introduce you to his family. Neither of you thought it was moving too fast. You wanted him and he wanted you. It was as easy as that. Yet, he was nervous. Not because he wasn't sure if his family would accept you, he knew they would immediately adore you as he did.

No, he was a wreck ever since he placed his grandmother's ring in his pocket, waiting for the perfect opportunity to come up. It never did.

You met his cute dog, one he named after Oliver & Company. It was hard to decide who water cuter—you soon chose Dodger after Chris scared the shit out of you. The summer was coming together in the best way possible and you never wanted it to end, didn't want to go back to your normal life where everything was vanilla at best.

So, you didn't. You met his parents, spent the remainder of the summer with him in Boston. It was easy being with him, so easy you thought about blurting the three words that eased in your head whenever he smiled, laughed, or moved. You had it bad. Too bad you never found out how much he did.

It happened on a normal Saturday night; you were making dinner while Chris drove back from a day hanging out with Scott. Tonight was the night, the night you told him how in love you were with him, how he wiggled his way into your heart. Your hands were trembling with anxiety as you waited for him, trying to calm yourself, wishing he would get home faster. Dodger calmed you a little but it wasn't enough.

As it got later, your anxiety faded, anger replacing the strong feeling. You had been texting Chris, only getting a few responses in return until he just stopped. Anger seeped out of you as you put the food in the fridge, cursing at the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend. You never got to say sorry for thinking about yourself when his last thought was about you.

For him, tonight would've been the night. The night he confessed his love, the night he popped the question, the happiest night of his life until you get married. He was hopeful you would feel the same way, even asked his friends if they thought you did. They all had answered without hesitation, assuring him you did. So, he picked up his balls, and got his head together. He had a plan: tell you about his actor status, professed his heart out, and get on his knees.

Fate had other plans.

Chris could tell you were anxious, even through text he could read you. He tried his best to assure you he would be home soon. He smiled at the word; home was you. He shouldn't have been texting and driving. If people realized how important those ads were, maybe they would take them seriously. Unfortunately, Chris never thought he would end up as one of those.

It wasn't his fault, far from it. He had stayed in his lane, never veering off his own space. He might've been speeding, but it wasn't his fault. The headlights blinded him, so much that he couldn't move out of the way fast enough. The oncoming car came at him, and he died instantly.

Scott had called you, asking if he could come over, unable to tell you the bad news over the phone.

Opening the door, you greeted the other Evans brother. "Hey, Scott. Have you heard from Chris? He hasn't been answering my texts and I'm really worried. A little miffed but mostly worried—hey, are you okay?"

Tears ran down his cheek as he engulfed you in a hug. His body shook and your stomach dropped. "Chris...he got into a car accident. T-they tried to rush him to the hospital but, [Y/N], he was dead on impact. Sweetie..."

You fell to your knees, the rest of the sentence trailing off as the words sunk in your head.

He was dead.

You cried for days, with the amount of tears you cried, you could've filled the huge bathtub in Chris' house. It was worse during the funeral, seeing his dead, lifeless, cold body in a wooden casket. You didn't think could have gotten worse, but it did.

His will was read, he made changes to it during the summer. If anything happened, you had the house, Dodger was now yours, a handful of millions were in your hands. Other than Dodger, you didn't care about the possessions you held. Not until Lisa, Chris' mom, came by with a blue, velvet box in her hand.

You didn't open it until you couldn't stand it. Opening it, you found the pear-shaped diamond engagement ring resting in the middle. That was when you saw him. It took you by surprise, scared you shitless when you saw him standing in front of you, alive and as remembered. Dodger hadn't reacted to his dad's return. It made you wonder if you dreamt of his death. He didn't say a word as he took the box, got on his knees, and smiled up at you.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

You didn't have kids, instead you spent the rest of your lives enjoying each other's company. You got married, lived the American dream. It confused you whenever you saw mourning posts about Chris when he was clearly alive. So you stayed off the internet, living the second chance you were given. You were happy.

Chris showered you with presents, cuddled you every night, and woke you up with kisses every morning. You barely fought, and when you did, you never stayed mad at each other long. You couldn't find it in yourself to take him for granted again, not when he was taken away from you.

Scott would visit, his face becoming more and more concerned as the visits became monthly, like he was sure you were going insane. But you weren't. Not to you, at least. He never spoke to Chris when he visited, not that Chris was in the room when he did. Scott would stare at the engagement ring around your ring finger, a sad smile appearing on his face before he would go.

You dismissed everyone's weird behavior whenever you brought up Chris. They would always look down, avoiding the subject like he wasn't there. Still, you thought nothing wrong. You were too euphoric to realize how fucked up your situation was.

Life went on, you spent most of it with him, clinging to his presence as if you didn't hold on tight enough he was going to ripped out of your arms again. You got older, so did he, just not in the way you thought he would.

Sighing, you settled beside the love of your life, the back pain, and old age making it hard to get into bed. 70 was a bitch and you weren't taking it too well. Rolling over, you were greeted by the sight of the same Chris you met those many summers ago.

He smiled gently at you, tears brimming his eyes. He cupped your sagging cheek with his hand, the same hand you held so many times. "Sweetheart, I love you so much. You were my destined one but I never got to say goodbye. But you do. You have to let me go and live out the rest of your life."

"How...I—" you gasped softly, unable to feel him.

"You have to let me go."

And you did. Closing your eyes, you saw the past 50 years as they have been. You talking to the empty space in front of you, leaning against the couch, cuddling the pillow you thought was your lover. You truly saw the emptiness in Chris' family. They were lost without their brother, without their son while you lived a lifetime of illusions, delirious from the sadness over his death. You clung to him, even when it wasn't really him.

So, you did as he wished. You let him go and went to sleep.

But you never woke up. Because the only thing keeping you alive was his presence. And he was gone. It only took you five decades to realize how empty you were without him. Because he made you feel alive.

You had spent a lifetime imagining him.

#chris evans #chris evans imagines #marvel #steve rogers #captain america #chris evans x reader #chris evans angst #imagines #chris evans fanfiction

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companionjones · 4 years

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I Got Her

Pairing: Barney Stinson x Fem!Reader

Fandom: How I Met Your Mother

Summary: The gang gets worried when Barney is MIA. They go to his apartment, and find something they weren’t expecting.

Warnings: Reference to a “greater tragedy” which I meant to be rape, WAY ANGSTIER THAN WHAT ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH HIMYM SHOULD BE

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“Guys, I’m getting really worried about Barney,” Lily tipped off at MacLaren’s.

Ted nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. We haven’t seen him in what? Three days?”

Marshall also concurred. He started with a chuckle, “The last time he was gone for this long, he got mixed up in that drug ring, and we found him on the floor of his apartment in a puddle of his own puke.”

Everyone else nodded, and for a second they tried to hide in the nostalgia of it. However, they all quickly hopped out of the booth and ran to grab a taxi to Barney’s place.

“Barney?!” Ted called.

Robin followed, “Barney, are you in there?!”

Lily was the most visibly affected out of the group. “Please answer the door, we’re all worried!”

Everyone continued to bang on Barney’s door and yell for Barney’s attention.

Finally, Stinson answered his door. “Hey guys, what’s up?”

“‘What’s up?’” Robin admonished.

Lily rebuked, “Didn’t you hear us?”

Robin finished, “We thought you were dead!”

“Who’s that?” Marshall pointed at a young woman watching the TV from Barney’s couch.

The gang’s whole mood shifted. Suddenly, they all were very angry and annoyed with the womanizer.

“Jesus, one girl for three days? How many times?” Ted was disgusted.

Lily jumped in. “Or-or is this the latest in a string of women that you somehow got to show up at your apartment so you don’t have to leave?”

“No, no.” It’s not like Barney could say it was an outlandish accusation. “It’s nothing like that.” He stepped outside with the rest of the crew, and shut the door behind him. “That’s Y/n. I met her a few days ago, and...and she needed help. Look, I’ll tell you guys everything later. Just...please go. She doesn’t do well around...big groups of people.”

The gang was shocked into silence by Barney’s behavior.

Aldrin was the first to speak. “Okay, Barney,” she nodded, and everyone else copied her.

“Just tell us is she okay?” Marshall pressed, referencing a greater tragedy the woman on the couch could have suffered.

Barney straightened up, and made direct eye contact with Marshall. Barney assured, “I got her.”

And that was that.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics on How I Met Your Mother over on my page. You should check it out. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for drabbles, one-shots, preferences, and headcannons. No smut, please. If you want to know if I write for a specific fandom, feel free to ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3

#how i met your mother #barney stinson #barney stinson x reader #how i met your mother x reader #himym #himym x reader #neil patrick harris #nph #i got her #companion jones #this quarantine is really getting me down

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ao3feed-wincest-archive · 7 years

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Commissions

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kjFL3Y

by stefani_rogers (captain_americano)

I am currently taking commissions for a variety of fandoms -- please click on the title for more information.

Words: 532, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), Gravity Falls, Uncharted (Video Games), Miraculous Ladybug, Gossip Girl, Bones (TV), NCIS, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Actor RPF, Supernatural, Kingsman (Movies), How I Met Your Mother, Hemlock Grove, Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Rick and Morty, Star Wars - All Media Types, Disney - All Media Types, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Pretty Little Liars, 13 Reasons Why (TV), Bates Motel (2013), The Hunger Games (Movies), Sherlock (TV), Twilight Series - All Media Types, Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), The Walking Dead (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines, Nathan Drake/Elena Fisher, Nathan Drake/Chloe Frazer, Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chuck Bass/Blair Waldorf, Seeley Booth/Temperance Brennan, Ziva David/Anthony DiNozzo, Aragorn | Estel/Legolas Greenleaf, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bard the Bowman/Thorin Oakenshield, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Robin Scherbatsky/Barney Stinson, Roman Godfrey/Peter Rumancek, Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago, Rick Sanchez/Unity, Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith, Leia Organa/Han Solo, Luke Skywalker/Han Solo, Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider/Rapunzel, Anna/Kristoff (Disney), Queenie Goldstein/Jacob Kowalski, Tina Goldstein/Newt Scamander, Spencer Hastings/Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin/Caleb Rivers, Hannah Baker/Clay Jensen, Norma Bates/Norman Bates, Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Edward Cullen/Bella Swan, Jacob Black/Bella Swan, Jack Sparrow/Will Turner, Maggie Greene/Glenn Rhee, Emma Decody/Dylan Massett

Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kjFL3Y

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #wincest

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ao3-spideypool · 7 years

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Commissions

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kjFL3Y

by stefani_rogers (captain_americano)

I am currently taking commissions for a variety of fandoms -- please click on the title for more information.

Words: 532, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

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Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #spideypool

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ao3feed-everlark · 7 years

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Words: 532, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst

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#everlark #everlark fic #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #thg #ao3feed

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ao3feed-stucky · 7 years

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Words: 532, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst

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#starbucks #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel

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fannyspammy · 1 year

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Fixing the Yips

Barney Stinson x fem!Reader

18+, hair pulling, fingering, daddy kink, unprotected sex etc

Based on S3E11 “The Yips”

A/N: this came to me while I was rewatching himym and I had to write it down so enjoy

You’d always gotten along with Barney, even though he could be absolutely ridiculous and childish. In fact, it was often your love for fun and adventure that brought you closer— laser tag matches, last minute flights just for a change in scenery, licking the liberty bell…

And you had to admit he was attractive. The suit effect was real, and the fact he wore them every day didn’t stale the fact; you’d never get tired of the sight of him in a suit. Still, you bet he was just as attractive without it. In fact you’d spent a few sleepless nights picturing him suitless, hovering over you (or under you). You were too proud to make a move, though, and although you didn’t know it, Barney was too shy to make a move on you.

But when Barney had run into Rhonda, the woman he’d lost his virginity to, he’d caught a bad case of the yips. You’d never seen Barney this way — so unconfident, so out of it, and you knew the perfect way to fix him.

You walked nervously up to Barney’s apartment, clutching your trench coat in the pockets. Your hair was pinned up loosely, holding your day old curls away from your face, framing it perfectly. When he opened the door he looked surprised to see you. But his face soon returned to its downcast expression as he trudged to the couch and slumped in his seat. His grey sweatpants and blue hoodie were a contrast from how you usually saw him, but you knew you only needed a few minutes to get his confident energy back.

“I heard you had the yips,” you said, stepping out of your heels. He glanced over at you without turning his head. You began to unbutton your coat as you strutted toward him slowly.

“I thought I would help you… fix it,” you said with a gentle bite of your lower lip. Barney turned to look at you, eyeing you up and down as you teasingly pulled back your coat, revealing the flimsy red lace that barely covered your body.

Barney raised his eyebrows. “Y/n what are you doing?” His hands instinctively resting on your thighs as you gently climbed into his lap. Lowering your lips to his ear you whispered, “I told you, I’m helping you.”

With that, you brought your lips to his. The kiss started out sweet and gentle, but soon your tongues were wrestling at a steady pace. Barney tugged on your hair, and you moaned as he pulled your head back, placing sloppy kisses down your neck. Your hair spilled from its pinned position and down over your shoulders as Barney kept pulling your hair and sucking hickies on your neck. You felt a growing wetness in your panties as a sudden need for more of Barney washed over you, and you ground your hips against him to satisfy your craving.

Barney groaned under the movement and you felt him growing under you. You unzipped the hoodie he was wearing and threw it across the room. Wrapping your legs around his waist you pushed your dripping core harder against him and dragged your nails down his chest.

Barney had a hand squeezing your ass and the other freeing your boobs from your bra before squeezing one as his tongue moved toward the other one, teasing the nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking desperately.

“Mmm, Barney, more, please,” you begged, and he obeyed.

He looked up at you, eyes on yours as he continued sucking your breasts and slid a finger past your panties, through the wetness of your folds and began circling your clit. Encouraged by your moans of pleasure he went faster before thrusting 2 fingers in. Curling his fingers slowly, he watched lustfully as your face contorted in pleasure by his own doing.

“You like that, baby? Daddy making you feel good?” Barney purred into your ear as he pawed your breast roughly with his free hand.

“Mmm, yes daddy, so good… please, more,” you praised him.

“Tell daddy what you want.”

“I want — oh!— to feel you — mmm— in me, daddy… mmm please! I want to cum around your cock!” You said between moans.

Flipping you onto your back, Barney flung your legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at your entrance.

He hesitated before pushing into you. “You sure you want this?” he asked.

“Yes daddy please!”

Holding onto your hips he thrust into you, allowing you a moment to adjust to his size before starting a steady pace. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, your cries of pleasure and the slapping of skin on skin. The more you said his name the harder he thrust into you, hand around your throat, other rubbing your clit as your nails raked across his back, sure to leave marks.

Over and over again you called his name, and with every praise the yips left him, until he was back to his confident sexual self. Soon he was flipping you backwards and forwards, fucking you hard in a dozen different positions. You had already come twice, but were quickly brought into round three so Barney could finish.

About an hour later he had you pinned against his large window, arms held tightly above your head with one hand while the other held your leg up so he could pound into you from behind. When he was finally on the brink of his high he released your arms to circle your clit as he came hard in you, white liquid filling your pussy as you came with him, reaching your third high, a loud cry coming from each of you, your names spilling from your lips as he rode you through your high.

When you’d both caught your breath Barney turned you around so you were facing him. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he looked at you for a moment, studying your face before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Thank you,” he said as he pulled away. You smiled at him before meeting him in another kiss.

Then Barney said something he’d never said to another girl.

“Wanna stay the night?”

#himym #barney stinson #barney stinson x reader #barney x reader #barney stinson smut #barney stinson imagine #ted mosby #marshall eriksen #robin sherbatsky #lily aldrin #neil patrick harris #nph #neil Patrick Harris smut

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ao3feed-hartwin · 7 years

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Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hartwin

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ao3feed-pll · 7 years

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Words: 532, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst

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#ao3feed #fanfic #pll #pretty little liars

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unbreakablejemmasimmons · 5 years

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Dear Chocolate Box Writer

Thanks for signing up for Chocolate Box and writing for me! This is my third time doing this exchange, I believe, and it’s always so fun! I hope you enjoy it, too.

Below you’ll find the following:

About Me General Likes/Kinks General DNWs Fandom Specifics/Prompts

Mad Men - Peggy Olson/Stan Rizzo

Schitt’s Creek - Patrick Brewer/David Rose

The West Wing - Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Leo McGarry & Josh Lyman & Sam Seaborn & Toby Ziegler & CJ Cregg

How I Met Your Mother - Robin Scherbatsky/Barney Stinson

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend - Rebecca Bunch/Greg Serrano

Harry Potter - Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

I’ve tried to list some varied prompts for each fandom, but please don’t feel like you have to stick to what I’ve come up with. If the rest of my letter gives you another idea you’d like to write, I’d love to read it!

a little about me to start:

My AO3 name is SuburbanSun; you can also check out my Tumblr if you’d like, and my tags for each of my requested fandoms here:

general likes/kinks:

I’m a big trope fan in general– faves include rivals/enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, bed-sharing, trapped in an enclosed space, mutual pining, secret dating/sneaking around, slow burn, FWBs that turns into something more. Subversions of tropes are also great.

I have a great love for Secret Service/bodyguard/witness protection AUs and private eye AUs, and these days I’m (perhaps unhealthily) invested in US politics/news in my everyday life, so if you want to have any of my requested characters run for office, I’d never turn that down. Unless noted, I’m good with AUs for any of my requested fandoms. Epistolary fic, either as part of a story or as all of it, is always fun to me, if it’s up your alley. Smut is cool and fun and here are some kinks that I like to read: Teasing. Phone sex/sexting. Semi-public sex (not actually getting caught though). Workplace sex. Dirty talk. Oral sex. Playfulness/joking around during sex.

general dnws:

Superangst and sad endings. Gore/intense violence. Miscommunication that could super easily be avoided. Babyfic/kidfic/pregnancy. Self-harm/abuse. Noncon/dubcon. A/B/O, mpreg, incest, bestiality, hard kink. Poly/threesomes/orgies. Members of my ships being paired romantically with other people (unless it’s just briefly, on the way to an OTP-happy ending). First person POV.

fandom specifics/prompts:

Mad Men: Peggy Olson/Stan Rizzo

I love and miss this show so much. It was so smart and made me feel so many things, and Peggy Olson is one of my favorite characters in all of fiction.

Peggy and Stan is such a great ship, and one I was on board with from the very beginning. Omitting his boorish behavior early on, once they established a rapport, they were such equals, and he seemed to respect her so much, and vice versa. They got on each other’s nerves and knew how to push each other’s buttons, but that’s just because they connected so well and really got each other.

Prompts:

I absolutely adore the time period where they’re basically phone buddies. Maybe an AU where they get together earlier in the series, during that time? How their phone conversations evolve from discussing work to discussing everything to falling for each other (or realizing they already had)? Phone sex (or getting ever-so-close to it before realizing they’re in the office and it’s inappropriate) is a-okay here too.

In the same vein, epistolary fic could be really fun to play around with here. Maybe a story told through a series of interoffice memos, messages, notes in the margins of copy pitches and along the edges of spec art?

What are things like now that Peggy and Stan are working together and being together (and possibly living together)? It’s got to be frustrating at times but worth it in the end, right?

NASA/Space Race AU– Peggy’s a NASA scientist/engineer and Stan is an astronaut

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Schitt’s Creek: Patrick Brewer/David Rose

This show is so funny, dry and smart and sweet at the same time. I love how absurdly out of touch the Roses are, and how the show balances their outrageousness with the everyday humdrum of the town of Schitt’s Creek, and I especially love how their edges have softened over their years in town.

David and Patrick took my heart by storm, and are the kind of ship that makes me clutch both hands over my chest as I watch them. I loved the slow burn of them coming together and falling in love, and how much they really just LIKE each other. They really know each other and see each other and it’s so lovely.

**I’ll be caught up with the show week to week, so feel free to incorporate anything current!

Prompts:

David and Patrick move into their first place together, and David keep breaking things because he likes to watch Patrick play handyman

I love the more sensible characters on the show teaching David how to adult. What perfectly normal things has he never experienced or done before that Patrick has to walk him through?

I’m interested in Patrick’s journey from being so shy and new to everything when he and David first kissed, to being bold enough to sing a love song to David in front of half the town. Tell me more about how he got to that point, and how (whether he knew it or not) David helped him get there.

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The West Wing: Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Leo McGarry & Josh Lyman & Sam Seaborn & Toby Ziegler & CJ Cregg

I love this show and every character on it. It’s become a comfort show, especially in this political climate, and I rewatch episodes frequently (and along with The West Wing Weekly podcast!). if we matched on the Leo & Josh & Sam & Toby & CJ grouping, feel free to choose any combo of those characters-- if you can’t fit them all in that’s perfectly fine. (Also, I’m not very interested in a non-political/White House AU for this fandom.) Prompts:

For Josh/Donna: I’d love something set early on where there’s the same level of UST and flirtation that they had back then. Josh getting jealous of someone who’s interested in Donna, or vice versa. Or maybe something that shows Donna’s competence– how she’s the one who keeps the clocks running on time in the office. Or trading barbs that lead to something more when they’re on opposing campaigns later on. Or-- there’s an episode where an asteroid is potentially heading for earth. What if (in that episode, or just applying that idea to another timeline) an asteroid/world-ending scare is what forces Josh or Donna to tell the other how they feel?

For Leo & Josh & Sam & Toby & CJ: Scenes from the first Bartlet for America campaign trail, or anything involving political competence or our heroes getting one over on the other side is great I LOVE the flashbacks in In The Shadow of Two Gunmen when we see how they all came together-- more like that would be amazing.

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How I Met Your Mother: Robin Scherbatsky/Barney Stinson

This show is one I don’t revisit often these days, but when I do it’s always a Barney/Robin focused episode. I loved their relationship so much, how they fit together despite being so independent and yeah, maybe a little damaged. How they support and respect each other in ways that nobody else they were ever with did. I wanted SO BADLY for them to end up together (and in my mind, they do, because I refuse to acknowledge that finale as a thing that exists).

Prompts:

Any way you can make the show end with Robin and Barney together is GREAT.

I love the episode relatively early on where Barney is sick and Robin is reluctantly tasked with feeding him soup, etc. What if their feelings for each other had started to develop then?

Fake dating-- Barney needs Robin to be his plus one at a GNB event, or Robin needs Barney to pretend to be her boyfriend at a family wedding, or something equally tropey and delightful

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Crazy Ex-Girlfriend: Rebecca Bunch/Greg Serrano

I ship Rebecca and Greg so hard, in spite of their many flaws, and was bummed that Greg was gone, and am now tentatively excited to have him back, (even if he does look a bit different). I just love their chemistry– bickery battle-of-wits style relationships are a huge favorite of mine. I’d be happy with a story set while Greg still lived in West Covina, or a future fic, or just a total AU. I also love every other character so feel free to get others involved.

**I’ll be caught up with the show week to week, so feel free to incorporate anything current!

Prompts:

Rebecca/Greg + any number of tropes– stuck somewhere together; inconvenient bed-sharing; fake dating, the works.

New Greg and new Rebecca decide they’re best off as just friends-- but it doesn’t quite work that way, and they keep being drawn together. Accidental makeouts can’t be helped, can they?

AU where Rebecca is a defense attorney and Greg is her wrongfully accused client. It’s totally unprofessional for her to be attracted to a client, and truthfully he’s kind of sarcastic and annoying. But she just can’t resist.

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Harry Potter: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Harry Potter is kind of always there in the background as something I love, and as far as ships go, Remus/Sirius is my faaaave. I love the complexity of their relationship in the text, and the subtext (THE SUBTEXT). I love thinking about the Marauder era and how deeply all four of them loved each other, and thinking about Remus and Sirius discovering feelings that went even beyond that. I love the (brief) time between Hogwarts and when everything went to hell, when they were potentially happy and in love. I’m much more interested in something within the HP universe for them than a total AU.

Prompts:

Hogwarts-era pining! One of them has realized their feelings but thinks the other isn’t interested, and that kind of adolescent angst is so bittersweet.

Post-Hogwarts domesticity! Moving into a ramshackle apartment together, hanging moving photos of the Marauders on the walls, cuddling under three blankets because the heat is on the fritz but it’s their place so they love it anyway.

So, that’s that! I really hope you enjoy the whole process this Chocolate Box season, and thanks for participating! Happy writing!

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