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runnning-outof-time · 3 months

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Hi! For the celebration, how about… “Do you know you’re bleeding?” with Tommy.

Maybe a more light hearted protective Tommy situation <3

Hi there, anon! Thanks for sending this in! I’m sorry it took a little bit for me to get to. I love me some protective Tommy! I hope you like what I did with the prompt. Enjoy! :)

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An Unfortunate Accident

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, blood

Word Count: 601

Summary: When Tommy finds (Y/N) injured after something silly happened to her, he immediately thinks the worst.

“Shit,” (Y/N) hissed as she quickly cradled her hand against her chest. She gritted her teeth as a surge of pain quickly shot down her arm. “Shit, shit, shit!”

She looked around the kitchen. There has to be something I can use to cover this, she thought to herself as the pain grew stronger. Footsteps sounded off the hardwood just as she managed to grab one of the dish towels sitting on the counter. A quick spin to face the archway told her that Tommy had entered the room. Shit.

“Hi, Tommy,” she tried to sound as nonchalant as possible as she greeted her husband. Her both hands were now hdiden behind her back, and she was placing as much pressure on her injury as possible. “You’re home early,” she commented sheepishly.

“Not really,” he answered, his brows furrowing slightly as he took in the sight of her. “What’s happened?” he asked her then, closing the gap between them as worry seeped into his features. Between her frazzled state and how things looked, his mind was starting to create several scenarios.

“What?” her question came out like a breath, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Do you know you’re bleeding?” he asked.

“I’m not,” she dismissed him, speaking a little too quickly for her liking.

“You are. It’s all over your dress, love,” he answered, motioning to the article of clothing. (Y/N) quickly looked down to see that the front of her dress was indeed stained crimson. A sigh left her lips. “So tell me the truth. What happened?” he asked again, his voice level, his tone one that she couldn’t argue with.

“You’re going to laugh,” she sighed, her sheepishness returning.

“I’m not,” he assured her with a slight shake of his head, his eyes still focused on her.

(Y/N) held his gaze for a few moments, still weighing it all out in her mind. Tommy kept his eyes on her, his eyebrows raising after a few seconds of silence had passed - his nonverbal way of saying ‘I’m waiting’.

One more sigh escaped her lips before she finally brought her (now blood-stained) cloth-covered hand back into view. “I, uh…I was chopping some of the vegetables, and a bird flew into the window. The bang it made scared me and my hand slipped. I sliced my finger pretty good.”

“A bird?” Tommy questioned, incredulousness seeping into his words. His eyes left hers, albeit for a moment, to glance out the window…as if said bird was still going to be hovering there.

“Yes, a bloody bird,” (Y/N) answered, a dire earnestness present in her voice. She watched her husband’s face carefully, waiting for what she knew would becoming. The second she saw his lips twitch, she jumped on him. “You said you weren’t going to laugh!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not laughing!” he defended himself, although he couldn’t help but let a few chuckles out. This made (Y/N) glare at him, and she smacked him on the chest without thinking.

“Ow! Fuck. Tommy!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with pain.

“Didn’t quite think that one through, eh?” he questioned with a chuckle. (Y/N) couldn’t even be mad at him…he was right. “Lemme see it,” he said then, coaxing her to show him her injured hand.

It took a few moments, but she showed it to him. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” she asked, cringing at the sight of it.

“I’ve seen worse,” he answered, glancing up at her to send a smile before focusing on her hand again, “let’s get it cleaned up.”

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evita-shelby · 8 months

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Happy wife, Happy life

Or Tommy gets drunk and assumes his wife is someone else so he sleeps on the floor instead

For @runnning-outof-time with the prompt 34) “I didn’t get your name.”

Gif by @cillianparadise

The sight of Tommy, this new Tommy who is always in control at all times, drunk as hell and stumbling into the bedroom, is a sight for sore eyes.

It is the old him, the one who laughed and loved horses and had ambition but not the sort to get you murdered by the Crown's most evil men.

“Did you have fun tonight, love?” You ask as your husband of four years stripped down to join you in bed.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I am sure you’re a catch, but I got a wife.” He answers, perfectly serious too and lies down on the floor after taking his pillow with him.

You can’t help but laugh and tease him. Not like he’ll remember this tomorrow.

“Oh, so you’d rather sleep on the floor instead of your bed, Mr. Shelby?” you ask letting you arm hang over the edge of the bed and just low enough to bop his nose.

He hates it, and rolls his eyes at your immaturity.

“Yeah, happy wife happy life.” Tommy responds as if it made all the sense in the world.

Good boy, you say and he thanks you for the praise and rejects your advances while he’s at it.

“What if I told you your wife was in bed and can’t sleep without you with her?” you ask while you lightly pester him in ways only you did.

“Mhm, she’d shoot me if she caught me in bed with another woman, especially you.” He turned on his side and you paused as you raked your fingers through his mop of dark hair.

You.

Was there another tramp trying to woo him away from you?

You knew from the beginning that every woman here would sign off on their firstborn to be in his bed, and sell their soul to the devil to be in your shoes.

You were jealous, so much so that when he left for France you told him he could fuck a whore so long as you got to fuck a fella in return.

Your threat saved him from a bout of gonorrhea which Barney got from a whore who gave it to every man in the battalion save for Tommy.

“She doesn’t have to know,” you say keeping up the act so you know which woman you have to scare away from your fucking husband.

Couldn’t these ladies see the wedding band in his finger?

“She will, you aren’t exactly doing yourself any favors working in the pub, Miss. Miss?” Tommy faltered forgetting the name of the mousy barmaid. Looked like Jane Seymour , with that holier-than-thou face that got Anne Boleyn short of a head. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Grace. Grace Burgess.” You filled in the blanks and knew you’d make the blonde bitch leave Birmingham and scurry the fuck back to Belfast or your name isn’t Y/N Shelby.

Part 2

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creative-crybaby · 5 months

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Photogenic

PAIRING: timeskip!Rintarou Suna x fem!reader x timeskip!Miya Osamu

GENRE: smut (18+)

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome (polyamorous), fingering, oral (m receiving), double penetration, mlm relationship, handjobs, cum eating, creampie, voyeurism, consensual photo taking, praise kink, edging

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

SUMMARY: You and your lovers get creative with your home screens. All characters are 18+

Your lock screens are of three separate occasions.

Osamu’s is of you and Suna at Onigiri Miya. The shop owner’s hard work has finally paid off, and his store grew in popularity. You and the middle blocker popped by to celebrate the milestone, bringing a bouquet of amaryllis and some sweets for you three to share after closing. Your onigiri was on the house, and the two of you took advantage of the younger Miya’s generosity, munching away on various onigiri on the stools near the counter. The photo consists of you stuffing a half-eaten umeboshi into your mouth while the middle blocker swipes a grain of rice off your cheek.

Suna’s lock screen is of Osamu with his arm around your shoulder, the two of you sporting his jersey number. Your appearance shocked the middle blocker, as his upcoming match would’ve been on the other side of the country, and he was sure you two would be too busy to watch him play. You surprised him with front-row seats, cheering as loud as you two could and quickly gaining his attention during the first set. After winning the match, you hastily made your way to congratulate Suna, dragging Osamu with you. The brunet showed his gratitude by commenting on how ridiculous you two looked, opting to take photos as you happily posed.

Meanwhile, your lock screen consists of your lovers in an art museum. A date you planned out, you lead the way for them, explaining everything you knew about every painting and sculpture as if they couldn’t just read about them there. A particular painting that caught both of their attention convinced you to get them to pose for a photo. They eventually agreed, resting their chins on their fists while pursing their lips and furrowing their brows, as if trying to understand the artwork’s meaning.

Your home screens, however, were taken on the same evening.

It was all Suna’s idea, having gotten inspiration from scrolling through his camera roll. Osamu initially worried about others potentially catching a glimpse. To you, though, the opportunity dished itself out on a silver platter, and your very clear interest had his concern withering away.

Several minutes after the proposal, you three were in your bedroom, having already gone through with messy kisses and teasing bites as you stripped each other bare. It all happened so quickly that it made your head spin.

Now, you were settled between Suna’s muscular legs as he laid against the headboard, and it only got more difficult to think straight.

“Eyes up, bunny,” he hummed lazily. You obeyed, albeit shyly, and were greeted by your other lover prompted on the little loveseat near the foot of the bed, his dark eyes zeroed in on your spread legs as he aimed his phone at the display. The middle blocker brushed his nose against your shoulder. “Having second thoughts?”

“No,” you were quick to respond, taking a moment to breathe before opening your legs wider. You could feel his smile against your skin as he buried his face in the junction of your neck, his hand creeping down your body and between your thighs.

“Focus on the camera if you want a good pic,” Suna smirked, peering at the other male.

The latter scoffed, though there was no real malice behind it. “Easier said than done.”

And he was right, what with the leaking of your essence teasing his thoughts and luring his eagerness. The shop owner had half a mind to throw the phone away and have at it with both his lovers.

Instead, the younger Miya twin gulped as he steadied his hold on the device, his eyes squinting to keep focus as Suna easily slid a finger inside your sopping hole. The two men smirked at your mewling, and it was more than enough for the middle blocker to set a languid pace. Neither of them missed your hips snapping up to meet the excruciatingly slow rhythm, though it only made the brunet tighten his hold on your legs.

“Behave,” he tutted, pulling out momentarily to lightly tap your clit. You jolted with a silent cry, tears blanketing your waterline. “Photo or no photo, we gotta stretch you out first.”

Despite your hazy vision, you still caught sight of your other lover with his hand sliding down to his crotch, lazily palming himself at the display before him. It made your cunt clench, and you had to refrain from burying your face in Suna’s neck.

After what felt like far more than a few seconds, the athlete hummed in satisfaction before sliding back inside your pussy, this time, with two digits. With how long they are, it’s no surprise they reached your sweet spot as easily as they did. It’s how they curled just right, however, that made you gasp. The steady beats of him probing where you needed it forced you to hold still, fearing he’d stop again.

“Any day now,” Suna drawled, his gaze trailing up to his former teammate as he continued creating the squelching noises between your legs. The sounds only grew louder as he added to his speed and force, his palm making contact with your clit as he brought his lips to your ear. “Gonna sit still and look pretty, won’t you, bunny?”

You could only whimper your confirmation as the pleasure provided occupied the majority of your thoughts. With your gaze shielded by a mist, you could hardly see Osamu merely a few feet away from you. Then again, part of you was grateful; being able to properly see the camera aimed at your naked frame would just about make you explode, especially knowing that thousands of pixels would keep this moment alive.

Your attempts didn’t seem to be enough, however, as you felt another rough hand on your skin—this time, cupping your chin, a calloused thumb pushing past your quivering lips and forcing your mouth open. Your tongue twitched against the digit, a whine slipping out as your body grew warmer.

The snapshots, as subtle as they were, weren’t quiet enough for your ears to miss. Your eyes tingled as tears teased their downfall, working alongside your dizziness as the middle blocker continued his assault.

What finally made you let out a cry was not your long-awaited orgasm, but the feeling of emptiness following the disappearing pleasure.

Suna’s chuckle felt downright cruel after having removed his fingers from inside you, the bubbling in your lower abdomen simmering away.

“Noooo,” you whined, your voice quivering as you threw your head back to rest on the middle blocker’s shoulder.

“Patience, bunny.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, and you could feel the smirk against your skin. “Once we’re all done here, we’ll keep making you cum until you pass out. Now,” the brunet pats your thigh, slowly slipping past you as he and his former teammate trade places, “do your best for the next pic, ‘kay?”

The last part sent heat straight to your face as Osamu chuckled at your state, the ravenette swiftly removing his boxers before throwing them elsewhere in the room and settling onto the edge of the bed. You crawled toward his large frame, and he grabbed your chin to pull you into a sweet kiss, humming into your mouth. By the time you separated, Suna had his phone ready to capture a moment of your intimacy.

“Ready, angel?” asked the younger twin, his large hand caressing your face. The spreading of his muscular thighs was a subtle movement, but it was enough to make your eyes dart downwards, catching sight of his hard and heavy cock dribbling precum from the slit.

Saliva pooled onto your tongue as you nodded mindlessly, swallowing heavily before dropping to the shaft’s level.

Laying on your side in a fetal position wasn’t the most comfortable way for you to take your lover in your mouth, but there weren’t many options for you to do so while having your face visible to Suna’s phone. You instead decided to distract yourself by doing an extra good job for Osamu, who exhaled shakily as you offered kitten licks to his tip.

“Good girl,” he sighed, his head tilting to the side as his dark eyes watched you. Those two words were more than enough to keep you going, your mouth taking more of his thick cock as your tongue danced across a prominent vein. The action earned you a guttural moan from him, and your other lover cursed under his breath. With their sounds sending heat straight to your cunt, your eyes trailed to the athlete on the loveseat. He caught your gaze, seemingly understanding your silent message as he better focused his device on you before you took a deep breath from your nose.

You must have gagged before the tip hit the back of your throat, you were sure. Drool oozed down Osamu’s cock the more of it you took, further stretching your lips as you aimed for your goal of reaching his base. You almost didn’t hear the snapping of photos as you continued your struggle, but it wasn’t until the former wing spiker bucked his hips and forced your eyes to roll to the back of your head that you knew Suna got plenty of material.

“All right,” he drawled, admiring the display through the camera. “That’s enough for now.”

You whined, the vibrations making Osamu hiss before you slowly slipped him out of your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected his tip to your bottom lip, and he broke that bridge by pulling you back into another steamy kiss. It was short, allowing you room to catch your breath while your lover peered at the other.

“Didn’t have t’edge me just ‘cause ya did the same for her, ya know,” the Miya twin grunted, his thick brows somewhat furrowed. Suna only offered a nonchalant shrug before smirking, his features growing more fox-like.

“Patience is a virtue, ya know.” There was a light taunt in the athlete’s impression of a Kansai accent as he placed his phone on the nightstand, making his male lover huff.

“Yer one to talk.”

The slight bickering ceased once the brunet joined you on the bed, his sharp eyes scanning your face for discomfort.

“How’re you feeling, bunny?” His tone dropped to something much softer, his hand cradling your face while his thumb swiped some precum from the corner of your swollen lips. “Wanna keep going?”

Your eyes glazed over with affection as you stared at him with a smile. “Yeah.”

Both men copied your expression, each holding one of your hands for comfort. It wasn’t long until the middle blocker’s softness morphed into a more mischievous one.

“Well, now it’s our turn to pose,” he said, pulling back to stand straight and hook his thumbs under his boxer’s waistband. “Consider it your break before we get to the real deal.”

A shot of energy surged through your veins at the implications, and you got up from your spot on the mattress to grab your phone, wobbling as you did so. Osamu, luckily, had his arms out, ready to catch you should you fall. He made sure you got to the loveseat safely.

Once you were settled, Suna was fully nude, erect cock free of its restraints as it occasionally twitched. The athlete made himself comfortable looming over his boyfriend, resting his hands on the other’s shoulders.

Osamu’s eyes remained on you as he held onto the brunet’s waist. “Whaddya want us t’do, sweetheart?”

You hadn’t thought that far ahead. To be honest, you were more focused on the sexual activities themselves than the photography aspect, and your lips pursed as you pondered.

“Surprise me,” you answered somewhat sheepishly, not wanting to spend too much time coming up with ideas. “I’m sure you’ll both look great regardless.”

Your response earned you a grin from the former athlete and an amused hum from the current one before they faced each other and leaned in for a kiss. You almost forgot about the phone in your hand as you watched your lovers moan into each other’s mouths, pressing their lips harder together as they embraced. Suna climbed onto the bed, pushing Osamu further back to make room for himself without disconnecting.

Every moment between them was picture-perfect, but you couldn’t find it in you to snap a photo, afraid of missing even a second of their love. You especially couldn’t peel your eyes away when the younger twin brought both cocks together, languidly jerking them together while the brunet bucked his hips in tandem.

Take the damn photo.

Easier said than done when your eyes were stuck on a masterpiece with your thumb refusing to move from its spot above the button. Both men progressed their sloppy makeout session as Suna pushed Osamu to lay on the mattress, strong thighs on top of strong thighs as the roll of their hips became more apparent.

“Take as many photos as you want, bunny.” His focus remained on the lover below him, but the middle blocker’s words were obviously for you.

“I can do this all day,” the ravenette chimed with shallow breaths. Strangely enough, they managed to snap you back from whatever lustful heaven you were floating in to get you to take their photo. Multiple photos at that, your finger pressing the button with barely one-second intervals in between to make sure nothing came out blurry. Even once you stopped, your boyfriends’ pace didn’t falter.

“Got it?” Suna hummed, his eyes even more narrow than usual as he focused on his pleasure.

“I think so,” you breathed, leaving your phone on the loveseat before leaning towards your partners. Your home screen can wait. “Can I join now?”

The whine in your voice made Osamu chuckle, only cutting himself off with a groan when the brunet’s hips halted. The shop owner reached his arm out to you. “C’mere.”

You quickly crawled towards him, your head swooping down to press your lips against his with a keen. Suna sighed at the sight, his body no longer pressed against the other male as he lightly pumped his cock at the display before him.

Without breaking the kiss, the ravenette flipped your body to have you on your back, the middle blocker aiding by slipping a pillow under your head. Even with the two no longer playing volleyball together, they still know how to work as a team.

You were breathless, but you didn’t dare pull away as Osamu slid his tongue into your mouth, toying with yours as he shifted between your legs. The bed dipped near your head, a pair of muscular thighs trapping you between them. From your peripherals, you could see Suna peering down at you with hooded lids and a smirk, his cock back at full mast and close to your face.

The air finally found its home in your lungs when the kiss ended, though you had little time to catch your breath before the brunet tapped your swollen lips with his tip. A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, and you panted as you eagerly took him down your throat. With a drawn-out moan, you were quick to cover as much of his shaft as possible with your saliva, your tongue swirling around the girth.

Meanwhile, Osamu had his tip aiming at your cunt, tapping at your clit before slowly diving into your dripping pussy. You gagged the further he stretched you out, leading to a chain reaction of Suna groaning at the vibrations dancing along his dick. You gripped onto the middle blocker’s thighs for support, digging your nails into his skin as your other lover’s navel reached yours. You couldn’t help but shiver as he decided to remind you of his size by pressing a large hand down on your lower belly.

“Ya feel that, pretty girl?” he rasped, his thumb caressing your skin. You could only moan, your mouth still full as Suna thrusted softly into your throat.

“You trying to make me cum early?” he huffed lowly, his fingers mindlessly tracing your throat. You whimpered an apology, not that you could do much else.

“Cut her some slack,” Osamu hummed, beginning to thrust languidly. His hands slid up your body, finding your breasts and toying with your nipples with a half-smile. “She can’t help it if she’s good at takin’ cock.”

His comment brought heat to your face, though it only encouraged you to take more of Suna’s shaft into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. The action earned you a groan from the athlete, followed by him mumbling, “Can’t argue with that,” under his breath.

It wasn’t long until your lovers quickened their pace, Osamu’s dick finding your sweet spot while Suna’s hit the back of your throat. Even through your intense gagging and squelching, you could hear the sound of lips smacking and deep moans. From your position, you couldn’t watch your lovers exchange acts of lust, but with them connecting their bodies through yours, you supposed you couldn’t complain.

You felt your legs lift off the duvet and onto broad shoulders before the pounding between your thighs grew in intensity. Your cries remained muffled, and it wasn’t many seconds later until the middle blocker stilled above you, spilling hot ropes of semen into your mouth. You did your best to swallow it all, careful not to choke on the quantity and girth as it just kept coming. You wouldn’t be surprised if his thighs were bleeding from how deeply you were digging your nails into them, though Suna’s voiced many times before how he loves showing off his marks to anyone who caught sight of them in the locker room.

Osamu only momentarily slowed his pace to allow his male lover to slide out of your mouth, his hands caressing your legs as you gulped copious amounts of air. It wasn’t until Suna shifted to your side and your breathing regulated that the former wing spiker proceeded with his actions, wrecking your insides like it was his life’s mission.

“Feels so good, princess,” he groaned, his strokes growing sloppy. “‘M so close. Ya gonna let me cum inside, yeah? Fill ya to the brim?”

You nodded your head rapidly, only managing to hiccup in response. Suna chuckled at your state, the athlete reaching for his phone on the nightstand once more and pointing it at where you and Osamu connected.

You weren’t sure where to focus, though with your lover abusing your sweet spot, you supposed the decision was already made for you. Then, Suna decided to help by rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit, and your back arched off the mattress. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your voice trapped in your raw throat as your pussy convulsed around your boyfriend’s thick cock.

“Shit!” you heard Osamu hiss. “Shitshitshitshit—”

He joined you moments later, doing exactly what he asked and emptied every drop his balls had to offer. The warmth spilling inside you brought your voice back, and you slurred both your lovers’ names as your orgasm continued to attack your body.

You dropped onto the mattress as soon as it ended, panting heavily as you tried to get the room to stop spinning. Osamu pulled out, and you caught sight of Suna aiming his phone at your spent cunt, a smile creeping onto his face as the former’s cum seeped out of your hole.

Everything was a blur.

You could only pout at your screen as you swiped through each photo you took, none of them sharp enough to use as a home screen. You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised, having been more focused on the display than capturing it.

“What’s up?” Osamu asked, peeking at you from the corner of his eye. His phone was in his hand, his attention no longer on the device as he pulled you closer into his embrace.

Suna paused his actions, peering over your shoulder on your other side before grinning.

“Didn’t get any good pics, huh?” His chuckles made your brows furrow. “Guess we’ll just have to do everything all over again.”

You didn’t miss how his voice dropped an octave at the suggestion, and your face grew warm as Osamu nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“It’s just one pic,” you grumbled, your thighs subconsciously pressed together. “We can make it quick.”

Suna shook his head, showing you his screen. “You’re not the only one who messed up, bunny.”

Your lips pursed as you swiped through his photos, noticing the similarities of blurriness with your own. You felt a smirk tug at Osamu’s mouth, and your frown deepened. The middle blocker never missed an opportunity to capture a moment on his device; making a mistake–this many, at that–was downright impossible for him.

Before you could point it out, Osamu was copying his former teammate’s actions, his eyes on your phone while showing you his screen.

“What a coincidence.” He feigned innocence as you saw his unfocused photos, your eyes widening in realization. You couldn’t even voice your anger, what with their hands creeping up your thighs and the heat pooling in your lower belly. With the knowing look they shared, it was safe to assume they knew how you felt. Osamu moved to your ear. “Strike a pose for us, won’t you?”

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zablife · 8 months

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Cia, tysm for sending this ask! I'm sorry I hoarded it for so long bc I adore this GIF of Tommy so much 😍 I wrote a short blurb using a prompt from @runnning-outof-time 3.5K's celebration prompt list bc it inspired me. It's in bold. Congrats again, K! I hope you both enjoy it!

The bed was cold as you rolled onto your side, blinking your sleepy eyes to the blue gray light filtering in through the lace curtains. It was far too early to be awake, though you knew Tommy would be. His mind was far too restless to stay asleep for an entire evening's rest. You'd learned that long ago.

"Do you even miss me?" you asked from across the room.

Tommy's head shot up from where he sat, fingers hovering over the pages of a ledger. The muscles of his biceps held the tension you knew he felt within his mind, but didn't dare express to you. "How could I miss you when I fucked ya twice last night?" he joked.

Your shoulders slumped over in defeat, his usual deflection so obvious to you. Why couldn't he confide what was troubling him, you wondered? It was useless to argue when he was in such a state and you chose honey over vinegar. "Come back to bed, Tommy," you mewled.

"I've had an idea," he said with a satisfied nod of his head.

"And what's that?" you asked, reaching for the cigarettes on the bedside table.

"Bring those over here and I'll tell ya," he promised. It was more than he'd ever offered before so you handed them over, naked form shivering before him.

"Come 'ere," he whispered, pulling you into his lap to warm you, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple.

"See this date here?" he asked, pointing to the spring of the next year.

"Yes," you said, brushing the ash away from the page gently.

"That's when I make my move. When the time will be right," Tommy proclaimed, giving your hip a squeeze.

You squealed, feeling a shock shoot through to your core as Tommy's cobalt eyes gleamed back at you. "And what time might that be?" you asked mischievously.

"You'll see," he said with a devilish grin, placing his cigarette between his lips with a cool detachment you found irresistible.

Your eyebrow raised in question, you found it difficult to let his mysterious statement hang in the air and you removed the impediment to give him a searing kiss to remind him of your love for him. When you pulled away, you demanded to know, "What Tommy?"

Tommy chuckled at your impatience as he declared, "You're going to be me wife." His smug look assured it before you'd even said yes.

You pulled away indignantly, cheeks flushed and chest rising quickly with your pulse. "Tommy, you haven't asked..."

"Fuck it, you know it's always been you, love," he said confidently. And you couldn't help but crash your lips against his once more, an emphatic yes to his conceited proposal, no less desired or celebrated in that moment.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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hello dear! can i request a sfw/angst prompt with matt murdock but from a book?

the prompt would be

"i spend half of my time loving her, and the other half having to hide how much i love her"

it's from the book "the seven husbands of evelyn hugo"

do it only if you want to, there's no problem. thanks for you attention, and congrats for 3.5 k!

A/N: I haven't read that book, heard about it, but I haven't read it. this is essentially just a sleepy rant. aka I thought about this when I was brushing my teeth last night and recorded a voice memo that was basically just this.

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“It just doesn’t make sense to me. It doesn’t make sense at all,” you uttered wearily, staring out at nothing as you did anything but answer the simple question Matt had just asked you, too dazed from the confession you had overheard earlier tonight, “I mean you run around doing the stuff that you do. I’ve always thought that you were brave, the bravest person that I’ve ever known, but maybe you’re just really stupid and reckless.”

Finally glancing up at his confused expression, you said, “Matt, I heard,” you watched his body immediately tense up, “what you told Foggy. Why didn’t you ever tell me? I mean, it’s not like I was ever hard to reach, we literally grew up right next door to each other,” the secret knocks you would do through your shared bedroom wall still rang clear in your memory, “we’re friends, you’re my friend, have been my whole life, and you never said a word.”

“I could have left the city years ago, left you,” you continued, the hazy words spilling out of you like water from a fallen glass, “but I just couldn’t let go, I couldn’t do that to you. I always knew that somehow I’m the closest thing to family that you have left and I just didn’t wanna take that away from you, I couldn’t. Letting you hold on to what little family you had left, giving you that comfort was so much more important than my own insignificant feelings towards you.”

“You never fucking told me,” your bottom lips quivered as tears blurred your vision, “you just let me sit there and watch you throw yourself at all these random women. Forcing myself to be with other people as well even though it never felt real, never felt like-… you.”

“I love you, Matthew,” you confessed, feeling like you might pass out at this point, “I love you and you never told me. You were always right there and apparently, you loved me as well,” a haphazard laughter bubbled out through your tears as your hands rose up to meet your face, shakily running them over your hot skin, still fighting to comprehend it all, “this is so insane,” you whispered into your palms, “I could have been with you this whole time! I’ve been killing myself trying to make it all go away, beating myself up for not being able to get over you…” keeping your head down, you asked him, “were you just never gonna tell me? If I hadn’t overheard, would you have ever told me? Or were you just planning on lying to me for the rest of our lives?” completely drained, you finally grew silent, waiting for his response.

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pistolhearts · 10 months

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds Collection *completed*

ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook, smut, angst, fluff, S2L

All chapters & drabbles will be updated in chronological order (banner created by the multitalented @opaljm THANK U SM)

Teaser | 1.6k

In which you first encounter billionaire Jungkook and his best friend Taehyung.

Terms and Conditions | 5k

Jungkook makes you an offer you’d be a fool to refuse

The Contract | 4.k

Being different to his usual sugar baby, you convince Jungkook to make some changes to his contract

➳ Drabble 1 | Blank Cheque | 1.2k jk pov ➳ Drabble 2 | Best Friend | 1.4k jk pov

Publicity | 4.4k

You and Jungkook go on your first official date

➳ Drabble 3 | Unrequited | 1.5k jk pov ➳ Drabble 4 | Regrets | 3k

Do Your Worst | 6k

You and Jungkook go on a trip

➳ Drabble 5 | Best Friend pt.2 | 1.9k jk pov

The Confession | 5.5k

Jungkook reacts badly when you bump into your ex in the club

➳ Drabble 6 | Best Friend pt.3 | 1.6k jk pov ➳ Drabble 7 | 134340 | 1.2k

파트너 | 6k

In which you meet Jungkook’s parents

Between Us | 4.4k

You drunkenly admit how you really feel about Jungkook to your best friend Jimin

Celebration | 4.6k

Your family host a welcome home party for Ruth

➳ Drabble 15 | Relevance | 1.8k ➳ Drabble 16 | Best Friend pt.4 | 1.9k jkpov

The Pretender | 6k

The series of events that lead to the leak

➳ Drabble 17 | Denial | 2.5k ➳ Drabble 18 | Sick | 1.5k jk pov

Family | 3.2k

Blood doesn’t always define a family

Surprise | 5.7k

You’re offered the opportunity of a lifetime

Decisions | 3.5k

You struggle to find the right thing to do

To The Future | 6k

You look forward to what the future holds

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jaehyunnie77 · 2 years

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hi love!! are your requests open? if yes, could i request idol!jaehyun x ceo/girlboss!y/n fluff + smut? you’re my fav writer here & i’d really looove to read your take on ^that! xx

pairing: idol!Jaehyun x female!ceo

genre: angst (tiny), fluff, smut | ex's to lovers au!

warnings: handjob, fingering, couch sex, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: aw you're super sweet! thank you for the request and i'm so sorry for the delay. i hope you like this. i know you wanted fluff and smut, but i couldn't help with the tiny angst. i also may have gotten carried away just a tiny bit. Happy early Valentine's Day to everyone and happy early birthday to Jaehyunnie!!

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Running a multi-billion magazine empire has its benefits. On the plus side, you get to meet celebrities you never thought you would meet in your lifetime. You get to see the newest fashion first hand before it’s released to the public, and lastly, you’re the first woman to be the CEO of Seoul Magazine.

On the downside, everyone from every department calls you for clarifications, last minute changes or cancellations, the final go ahead to publish their articles, the never ending list of celebrities to work with, and you’re the CEO with no life.

It’s not that you don’t love what you do, because you do, but at times you wish you weren’t the demanding CEO. You simply wish to be a regular person with a regular 9 to 5 day job and go home to soak in a tub filled with bubbles or into someone’s arms. Not the one who carries their work home, stays after hours, and is miserably single with no one to go home to.

It’s another long Wednesday night for you when your assistant Jenni walks into your office. “Miss Y/LN, there is a new client on the phone that says it is an urgent matter.”

Great! Another high and mighty A-class celebrity who doesn’t understand how this process works.

“Tell them I am busy.” You say nonchalantly.

“Yes, I have told them that, but they insist that they need to be moved to the top of the list.”

“I can’t make schedules change just because someone needs an urgency. That is not how it works.” You say feeling a bit irritated that your assistant is coming to you with this.

“I understand Miss. He said that you know someone in this group. It’s a K-POP group called NCT 127 and they are having a comeback in a month. Their managers are asking to move them to top of the list as they want to do whole photoshoot and Q&A right before comeback.”

Your heart drops when Jenni mentions NCT 127. Everything in you stills and you’re pretty sure you stopped breathing for a second. Of course, you know who they are. Everybody knows who they are, except… you have a little secret.

You know one of them all too well and you can’t believe his group out of all the groups wants to work with your magazine.

You deeply sigh, rubbing your temples to ease the oncoming migraine, and look at your assistant with a nod of your head. “Fine, but this is the only time I am changing schedules around. Tell their manager the location and time to meet this Friday.” Jenni nods as she begins to type on her iPad what you’re requesting. “And if they have a problem with it, tell them they can either take it or leave it.” With that you gather your belongings and walk out of your office.

By the time you reach home 45 minutes later, you received a text from Jenni.

NCT 127 and their team will meet us at 6AM on Friday morning at Park’s Studio. Have a good night Miss Y/LN.

In all honesty, you want to hide and run and call in sick, but you know you can’t do any of that. If you don’t show up for that schedule, how would you look to your employees, let alone to the people who wish for your demise.

“Suck it up Y/N. You can do this. You’re a bad bitch.” You tell yourself as you begin to get rid of the long and tiring day with your beauty routine and changing into comfortable pajamas before finally falling asleep.

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Friday arrives too quickly for your liking. There you are standing outside of Park’s Studio giving yourself a mental pep talk. You’re in a black pantsuit with a white shirt and a trailblazer jacket over it with coffee in hand. “You can do this.” You square your shoulders back and open the door to start this day.

As soon as you walk into the studio, you hear the loud upbeat music blasting on the speakers, the photographer giving compliments to whomever they were shooting, and you see your employees running around getting outfits and jewelry left and right. As you walk further in, you catch a glimpse of some of the boys getting their hair and makeup done. There is one thing for sure; they look good up close and personal.

You had a plan in mind and you were going to do everything in your power to execute that plan. That plan was to avoid him at all cost. If you had to duck under the table, you would do it in a heartbeat.

“Oh there she is. Miss Y/LN.” You hear Jenni calling you over to where she stands with a man who looks in his 40’s. You put on your professional smile and introduce yourself to one of NCT 127’s manager. He looks familiar and you’re pretty sure you’ve seen him a couple of times, but you’re hoping he doesn’t remember you at all.

“Thank you so much for squeezing us into your schedule. I apologize for the late notice. We really appreciate it.” He bows in gratitude.

“Oh the pleasure is all ours. We’ve heard good things about you and the group and we couldn’t have been more excited to finally work with you.” You chuckle a bit to ease your nerves. That is until you heard his voice.

“Hyung, Mark is look-“ Jaehyun stops talking as soon as he sees you. He hasn’t seen you since the night you two broke up and that was nearly three years ago.

You look at his face and only see the face you once loved – still love. He hasn’t changed much except he looks more mature and older. No matter how long time has passed, his eyes will always be the one to entrance you into thinking it’s just you two in the room.

Well, there goes your plan out the window.

“Ahem.” Jenni clears her throat to get your attention back.

Jaehyun shakes his head and looks at his manager once again, “Right, Mark is looking for you and needs to talk to you about something. He’s in the changing room right now.”

The manager bids you a goodbye and a thank you once again before looking for Mark. Jenni walks away when she is called to deal with another matter and it’s just you and Jaehyun. You don’t know what to say to him and you both look elsewhere.

“How are you?”

“It’s good to see you.”

You both say at the same time. You chuckle a bit and so does he. You figured he was just as nervous as you were. You two had always know how to make an awkward situation even more awkward, just like the time he first asked you out.

“I’ve been good.” You finally say.

“That’s good. You look beautiful. I mean you look –“ Jaehyun stumbles over his words and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. This man was still the same Jaehyun all those years ago.

“You look good. I’ve been good too. You know how it is.” He gives you his signature dimple smile as his ears turn red.

“Always on the go.” You chuckle as you finish his sentence.

You both stand there a couple more seconds, before he speaks up, “I know my manager said this, but thank you Y/N, really. I know it’s short notice, but it’s nice that you could squeeze my group in when we both know you could have easily said no.” There’s a hint of sadness in his voice you detect, but you shake off that feeling.

“I know, but I meant what I told your manager. We’re excited to work with you guys regardless of our history Jay.”

Saying his nickname felt so foreign yet felt so right. Jaehyun blushes at hearing the nickname easily rolling off your tongue.

“We should catch up.” You both said at the same time. Again, only you two could make the air between you awkward.

“I’m free tomorrow if you are.” You said.

“I should be. Here put your number in and I’ll let you know.” He handed you his phone and you type in your number. Before the conversation can go any longer, the photographer calls him over for his turn. You both gave each other a shy nod and a smile as you watch him walk away to do his thing.

You and Jaehyun have known each other when he was still a trainee in your teen years, but didn’t get into a relationship until a month after he debuted. It was hard at first because he was promoting NCT and trying to maintain a secret relationship with you. You on the other hand, were busy managing your relationship and getting your career on track.

After two and half years of secretly dating, you both decided to break up. It wasn’t an easy decision, but towards the end of your relationship it was becoming unbearable to stand each other and the schedules that interfered. You both agreed it wasn’t the right time and if time would allow it, you would find your way back to each other.

Three years later and here you are watching Jaehyun model behind the table of monitors. You applaud him for the duality he has. In real life, he’s nothing but a goofy and clumsy person, but put him in front of the camera, he has this sexy look as he flirts with the camera. You can see why everyone falls for him. This man was made for the entertainment business and as you stand there looking at the shots taken, you can’t believe you actually know him both as a person and as an idol.

As the day wraps up and everyone says goodbye, you feel your phone buzz in your hand. You look at your phone to see an unknown number and text: I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful.

You walk out of the studio with a big smile on your face, excited for what tomorrow brings.

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The next day, you spend almost an hour in front of your closet looking for outfits to wear. You shouldn’t even be this excited because one, it’s not a date. Two, you’re catching up so that means casual dressing and three, you’re just really nervous to be alone with Jaehyun.

Finally deciding on a pair of jeans and a shirt, you walk out and meet Jaehyun at a café place. All the nerves go away as soon as you see his dimple smile.

“I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” He says unsurely.

“It’s fine. Thank you. The next one is on me.” Before you could take back what you said, Jaehyun beats you to it.

“Oh so there’s a next time?” he says.

All you do is roll your eyes and the conversation between you two flow easily.

“I’m happy you’re finally the CEO of the magazine you always wanted to work at. I know it must not have been easy.” He says as he takes a bite of the chocolate croissant.

“It wasn’t, but it’s paying off. I get to boss people around now.” You joke making him laugh.

“You’ve always been bossy what do you mean?”

Before you could answer, Jaehyun’s phone rings and his face falls. He gives you a sad look, “I have to get going.”

“Oh don’t worry. I get it. I should be heading back to the office anyways.” You both get up and walk out of the café together. His finger lingers onto your wrist as he says, “We should do this again.”

You nod in agreement and you do meet up repeatedly until you realize it’s been three months since Jaehyun came back into your life.

“Remember that one time you laughed so hard, you peed yourself.” Jaehyun laughs at the memory while you slap his shoulder.

“Hey! We promised we weren’t ever going to bring that up.” You laugh alongside him.

You two are sitting side by side on the couch in your living room after spending the entire day together. You swirl the wine glass in your hand as Jaehyun continues to reminisce about all of your top embarrassing moments.

“Or that time when you got locked out of your dorm so you thought it was a good idea to come over to mine, but instead of the front door, you tried sneaking in through the window and Taeyong caught you.” He slaps his lap as he laughs harder.

“Not my brightest moment. Why are you taking digs at me? You’re not that perfect either.”

“Oh, but I am.” He gives you a flirtatious smile.

“Oh really? Remember that time when we went to the ice cream parlor and you threw a fit because they didn’t have pistachio ice cream?”

Jaehyun laughs, “I wasn’t throwing a fit –“

“Yes you were because you started crying as soon as we left and pouted the entire way home.”

“Okay, but –“

“Oh and there was that one time when you got me roses and as you were handing them to me you tripped over your own two feet and I ended up getting a thorn stuck on my finger.”

“Okay Y/N you made your point.”

“Or that time when –“

Suddenly you feel his hand on your cheek making you turn to him. You didn’t realize your faces were inches away from each other. You can feel your heart rate pick up and you swear he could feel it just by touching your cheek. With his other hand, he places a lose strand of hair behind your ear and looks at you in a loving way. He searches your eyes silently asking if what’s he’s about to do next is okay with you. You nod your head as he leans in and finally captures your lips with his.

You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours. The emotions behind the kiss and the way you move with each other. The feeling of pure bliss and excitement runs throughout your entire body as you wrap your arm around his neck to bring him closer to you. He places his hands on your thighs and moves you on top of him to straddle him.

His hands begin to wander under your shirt and you couldn’t help but grind and move your hips in circular motions. The feeling of his growing bulge at your center makes you wetter. He unclasps your bra and as much as you don’t want to move away from his addicting lips you do. His eyes filled with lust as you take off your shirt and bra. His large hands cup both of your breasts as a smirk comes across his face.

“I’ve missed my two best friends.” He says making you laugh and jiggling them in his hands.

“You’re a dork.” You manage to say.

Jaehyun massages your breasts as you resume rotating your hips to get more stimulation. He encloses his mouth around your left nipple as you let out a loud sigh. His tongue twirling around your bud as he continuous massaging the other. He continuously flicks, sucks, and lightly bites your nipple as you arch your back and move your hips faster.

While he moves to your right breast to repeat the same motions, you lift his shirt a bit to play with his happy trail and finally undoing his jeans. You lay your hand over his briefs to feel his now fully hard cock. You tease him by letting your fingertips run from the head to the base and he moans quietly from your actions.

Jaehyun lets go of your breasts to bring your face close to his to kiss you once more. This time fast and hungry as your tongues explore the familiarity of another once again.

You lower his briefs until you feel the velvety skin of his cock in your hands. He feels heavy and soft, making you clench around nothing and begin to stroke him slowly. He bucks up into your hand to make you go faster, knowing he hates it when you go slowly.

“Y/N, stop, you know I hate it when you go slow.”

You smile into his neck and take in his woody cologne that you’ve missed so much. You lick and kiss his neck and whisper into his ear, “Make me.”

“Y/N-“ Jaehyun groans loudly when you suddenly pick up your speed and squeeze him a bit harder, all the while continuing to mark his neck.

He lifts up your skirt and gives you butt cheeks a hard slap making you yelp in surprise. He pulls your thong to the side as his fingers find your slit.

“You’re soaking through your panties baby.” His deep voice vibrates through you and you clench around nothing once more. He notices and smirks as he inserts two slender fingers into you scissoring you open and pumping into you hard and fast.

“Jaehyun!” you moan in his neck.

Your hands stop their motions as you make your way to kiss his lips. You raise yourself up so he can get rid of his jeans and briefs. The sight of his swollen cock makes your mouth water and you want nothing more than to have it in your mouth, but that can wait. You lower yourself slowly onto him as the stretch stings just a bit from not being used to him. He kisses your neck to help you relax and you feel yourself finally adjusting to his size and begin to rock your hips against him.

“Stop teasing baby.” He whispers in your ear.

With that deep voice, you gather all of your strength to lift yourself and slamming back down onto him and bounce on him. It feels fucking amazing. Jaehyun feels amazing.

Jaehyun isn’t the type to let his partners take control, but it’s you and he let you use him as you fuck yourself on him.

“Fuck!” you moan loudly.

“Look at you. You look so beautiful fucking yourself on me.” You dare to look at him to see his eyebrows furrow together and his mouth in an o shape. That sight is enough for you.

“Jay.” You feel your thighs begin to ache as you lose your energy. Jaehyun senses this, pulls your body against his chest, and fucks up into you making you whimpering mess. He hits all the perfect spots that makes your vision go blurred and the sound of slapping skin against skin and the feel of his balls hitting against you makes you closer to the edge.

“I’m going to come.” You say.

“Come on my cock.” He thrusts faster into you, making it his mission for you to come first.

“I want you to come in me. Please Jay. I’m on the pill, please come inside of me.”

That’s enough for him to go crazy as his thrusts get sloppy and you both reach your highs together. Your body convulses at the feeling of you both coming at the same time.

You rest your head in the crook of his neck as you catch your breaths to even out your breathing. He pets your hair before saying the words he’s been dying to say.

“I think now is the time.”

You look at him and as much as you want to go to sleep with him still inside of you, your breath gets taken away once again. Even with the sweat and hair stuck to his face, he is still perfect.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too and I’m still in love with you.” You confess. “I never stopped loving you.”

He gives you a big smile in return, “I never stopped loving you either. You’re my home and my person.”

You smile back at him, “Does this mean what I think it means?”

He chuckles as he puts a stand of hair behind your ear, “Yes, time for pistachio ice cream and sleep.” He jokes making you laugh and slapping his shoulder.

“I love you.” you say kissing his lips.

He kisses you back, “I love you too and I’m never letting you go ever again.”

You smile when you feel the happiness flow throughout your entire body. “Neither am I, especially with you still inside of me.” You smirk.

“Okay, I lied. I have to let you go because you’re sticky and I need to get the ice cream.” He pulls you off him, only for one arm to wrap under your legs and the other to support your back as he carries you bridal style and runs into your bedroom.

“Jaehyun!”

Timing is everything and both you and Jaehyun are glad you waited for each other, because you two are each other’s best friend. There wouldn’t be any other person in the world to make you feel this loved and happy. Everything in the world is perfect just as is.

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One year later…

BREAKING NEWS: NCT Jeong Jaehyun and Seoul Magazine CEO Y/N secretly married and welcoming first child together!

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mrssnivellussnape · 3 years

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Drunken Bliss

Requested my fav friend who still sent in an anonymous request 😂😂: ‘Hey girlie !!! I love your writing !! Can you please write something where the reader is really REALLY drunk and Severus has to take care of her and she acts really goofy. Thanks !! 🥰’

An: Idk how to feel about this one tbh. Writing a drunk reader is sooooo hard omg!! And this also became wayyyyy longer than my usual hcs… so yea 😃. But tell me how you feel about it and if you enjoyed it 🤷🏽‍♀️!! ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

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- Severus Snape prided himself on many things

- He was one of the best potioneers the wizarding world had ever seen

- His ability to act as a double agent and deceive the Dark Lord well enough to be in the highest ranks

- Of course, one couldn’t forget how calm and collected he could appear to be even in the face of danger

- Yes, Severus was good in many things that required him to keep his composure

- Except, you being absolutely hammered

- It was a Saturday night - more specifically the night after the famous Gryffindor vs Slytherin quidditch match

- Gryffindor had won and, Dumbledore being his usual self, had decided to throw a staff party in celebration. Hagrid had openly shown his excitement for the triumph, and Minerva overtly boasted to Severus and bragged quite proudly

- The night had started at a fast pace, everyone was ready for an enjoyable weekend. Some people were conversing, others were enjoying the snacks, but you - along with three others - had started a friendly competition

- You should’ve stopped at the 3rd shot, or the 5th, or definitely the 17th; but now you were 23 shots in. Your head was swimming and you felt like you could walk on water at the moment

- You’d promised this was going to be your last round but you were losing and already dreading the bitter taste of Firewhisky. Minerva had an all too cocky smirk on her face and you mentally cursed the witch. The urge to openly hex her became stronger when she placed down a 10-J-Q-K-A…

- Royal Flush

- “Fucking hell.” You groaned

- “Read them and weep.” She’d simpered. “I must say, Y/n, your persistence impresses me.”

- You mumbled something inaudible and she asked you to speak again, “Y-you’re just lucky I wasn’t trying to p-play to win.”

- “So wha’ were ye’ playin’ fer?” Hagrid asked

- You tried to think of something but you were dizzy and the answers weren’t coming out of your mouth.

- Without missing a beat, Severus spoke for you, “If you could refrain from asking Y/n questions right now, that would be appreciated.” The drawl of his voice made you feel warm. “I’m going to get your cloak.”

- You nodded and let your head loudly fall on the table

- You didn’t know how long it would be before he came back, but you were certain that you had enough time to take a small nap. Cuddling closer to the table and hugging yourself felt so good as you felt the comforting embrace of sleep creep upon you. You felt yourself smile as you dozed off

- “Y/n.” Severus shook you. “Y/n, wake up.” He repeated. Seeing as that wasn’t working, Severus shook your shoulder rather harshly, emitting a groan and fluttering eyes from you

- You squinted at the bright lights, “What day is it?” You dumbly questioned

- “November 12th,” he scoffed. “The same day as it was before I walked off. Come on.”

- You nodded and abruptly stood up. You instantly regretted it when the heavy sensation of spinning rushed through you. Your balance was off and you were having trouble standing still. You tried taking a brave step forward and would have immediately toppled over if Severus hadn’t quickly grabbed your arm.

- “Be careful.” He warned you. “The last thing we need is you falling and injuring yourself.”

- “‘M not a child, S-Severus. I know how to walk-k.” You shook him off of you, feeling confident in your ability to walk. Again, reality had checked you when you felt yourself lean dangerously to the side. This in turn made Severus roll his eyes and help you as you two left.

- You were in a buzzed state of feeling. You were well past tipsy and now there was almost a faint tingling feeling in your core body. Sounds were currently a bit blurred together through no fault of your own, and you heard everyone speaking louder. It made sense because surely everyone was having a hard time hearing over the steadily rising music.

- Your inhibitions were reduced at this point, you felt your body moving to the beat and pulled away from whatever had a hold on you. You danced to the dance of sound that was lowly playing in your head and knew in your heart that you looked amazing while doing so. You were unaware of everyone hiding their snickers at your lopsided dancing and offbeat sways.

- You opened your eyes as you spun around, seeing your colleagues staring amusingly at you, and smiled in return. You slowed down and started a rhythmic rock in time with the music and noticed Dumbledore’s mouth moving while he looked at you. You nodded slowly and happily, agreeing with whatever he was saying.

- “Albus,” you heard a muffled version of Severus voice. “I would prefer it you not speak to my girlfriend while she’s intoxicated.”

- “Oh, Severus, he’s merely having fun,” Minerva interjected. “Leave him be.”

- “Of course you’d say that, you’re the reason she’s like this.” He argued.

- “Minerva?” Dumbledore laughed incredulously.

- Severus, nor the other two, had been paying attention when you walked off closer to another Professor. It wasn’t until Hagrid had interrupted their conversation, telling them that you’d gone and gotten relatively comfortable with Professor Quirrel.

- They all watched - Severus indulging for just a bit - as you danced around Quirrel, nudging him closer to you and pushing into him. You gave him a goofy grin while wrapping your arm around his torso and twirling the both of you to the beat. The poor man looked nervous and you looked unsteady when you stopped spinning.

- Due to your equilibrium being off balance, you tried to steady yourself. That’d failed as soon as you grabbed onto Quirrel and used him to catch your wobbly form. You pulled onto the front of his robes, and because he hadn’t caught you in time, you fell forward, knocking him into someone else and making those two fall instead of yourself.

- “S-sorry,” you slurred. “I didn’t see y-you there.” You drunkenly giggled, finding the ordeal amusing. You covered your mouth at the angry faces from the fallen victims.

- You looked over and up when you felt your upper arm being pulled, “Let’s go.” Severus ordered.

- You shook your head in return, “I don’ want.”

- He raised an eyebrow at your seemingly finished sentence, “We’re leaving, Y/n.” He firmly stated. You’d started pulling his hand as he dragged you along and childishly tried shaking it off of you, “Stop it, Y/n.”

- “No, l-let me goooo.” You whined.

- He felt you trying to weigh yourself down and grabbed your waist. “You’re acting like a child, Y/n. Quit it.”

- Something in you made you drop to the floor in encouragement at his words. Your sudden movement made Severus jump in surprise and he let go of your waist in order not to fall with you.

- “Get up.” He told you, voice leaving no room for argument.

- You humphed in defiance, sitting on the floor with your arms crossed, “I d-don’t want toooo! The fa-loor is my f-friend…”

- Pinching the bridge of his nose, Severus bent down to your level, “Y/n, get off of the floor and up here before I do it myself.” He warned. He watched as you ignored him and made a move to get up and run. You weren’t going to let him stop you from having fun.

- He sighed and, ignoring the entertained crowd, picked you up and over his shoulder. He overlooked your whines and pleas to let you down, as well as the feeling of your fists lightly hitting his shoulder in demand to let go of you. They weren’t hurting him and you weren’t that hard to carry, despite your body being slightly heavier due to your drunken state.

- He’d ignored Albus and Minerva’s gleaming eyes and barely suppressed snickers as he quickly strolled past them, he didn’t have time to acknowledge them with how much you were squirming to get down.

- When he’d reached the large oak doors of the staff room, Severus stopped just outside of them while they closed. “If you stop hitting me, I will let you down.” He offered. He felt you nod and shook off what he thought was a little sniffle.

- Though, when he’d put you down, he couldn’t deny that it looked like you’d been crying. He set you over to the side and cradled your face, “Darling, what’s wrong?”

- “I- I wanted to stayyyyy.” You sobbed. “You s-said that I had to get up and t-that we were leavingggg.” You continued on, “IjustwantedtostaySev. Why couldn’t we s-stay!”

- Still reeling from the fact that you were actually crying, he tried answering your hysterical questions, “You’re drunk, Y/n. Surely you aren’t upset about not staying?”

- “Of c-course I am!” You stomped. You swayed a little at your own sudden movement and stopped his hand from helping you, “You’re the reason ’m sad!”

- He sighed. “How about I get you back to your chambers, help you get dressed for bed, and we sleep the sadness off?”

- “Am I ugly?” You suddenly asked.

- Severus was surprised at the question, “What? No! Why would you ask something like that?”

- You shrugged sadly, “You n-never say no to me, a-and now you did. It’s j-just… you think I’m u-ugly…” You broke out into another wailing fit, startling Severus completely.

- “Y/n, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He assured you.

“So you do think I’m ugly!” You cried.

- “I didn’t say that!” He exasperated. He let out a tired breath, “I think you’re the most bewitching woman I’ve ever known.” He promised you, sealing the swear with a kiss on each cheek.

- You smiled shyly (something Severus found endearing) but it quickly vanished when you remembered you set your wand down. “My wand! ’s on… table.”

- “Why would you forget your wand?”

- A hiccup escaped you, “I was playing a game, you… d-dunderhead.”

- Severus rubbed his face in frustration at your actions. He wasn’t upset, but he was becoming annoyed. “I’ll be right back. Stay… right… here.” You we’re about to protest, “I mean it, Y/n… do not move.” He commanded.

- “I get it, f-father.” You sarcastically replied. Seeing that you were going to listen, he stood up and left you there.

- You were quiet for a minute before deciding that you weren’t done speaking to him. You got up on shaky knees and looked for him. You were moving too fast for your inebriated mind and your vision swam while trying to focus. Your eyes spotted a figure and you squinted to make out Severus’ form. You thought he’d gone back into the staff room, but apparently he hadn’t. It almost confused you how he was near the other side of the wall.

- “You k-know what, Sev?”

- No response

- “I’m a grown… w-woman, if I want to drink, then that is myyyy prerogative. Who are you to tell me otherwise…” you swayed side to side

- No response.

“Oh, loosen up, S-Sev. You’re such an uptight ass… you don’t get laid enough. M-maybe I should re… medy t-that.” You smirked - or at least tried to - and waited for his witty response.

- Yet nothing came

- He continued to stand there and look at you as if you were one of his students. You hated that look. It was one of the blandest yet fiercest looks he could give someone and it infuriated you.

- “Would you stop staring at me like a damn sta… tue!” You shrieked.

- “I would if that was me.” Severus’ voice came from behind you… right where the doors to the room were. “I see you’re making friends, darling.”

- You squinted at the real Severus then back to what you thought had been him. The figure was actually a tall knight statue, one that was holding a sword and shield.

- “When you said I was your white knight, I hadn’t thought you meant so… literally.”

- He’d walked over to you, going to hand you your wand but deciding against it with your current state. He was forced to hold you at an arms length when you’d started to try and excessively hug him, proclaiming how much you loved him because of it

- Severus had thought that getting you to stop crying was tiring, but it compared nothing to trying to get you back to your chambers

- Safely

- The constant winding and moving of the stairs had knocked your balance off even more

- Severus had to catch you several times

- The last time, he made sure to keep an arm securely around your waist. You giggled the entire way there and he was trying not to find amusement at your stumbling about

- It appeared that he was going to get you back to your chambers far later than he liked. And when you’d reached the hall, you’d gotten the sudden urge to be rather loud. The alcohol that had just been festering was now hitting you full force

- “S-Sev, dance with me.” You stammered

- “No.” came his clipped reply

- “Pleaseeee.” You pleaded. Not even a man like himself could deny that look

- Severus sighed and rolled his eyes, “One dance.” He said.

- The ‘dance’ was horrible. You stumbled over your own feet and stepped on his at the same time, you pulled on his robes to steady yourself, and at the end, you’d ended up falling and bringing him with you

- “Dammit, Y/n, get up!” Severus’ patience had left by now

- “No, thank-k you. Me and fa-loor… fr-fiends…” you felt yourself getting sleepy and wanted nothing more than to stay there, “Right, fa-loor…?”

- “Blasted woman.” Severus had half a mind to drag you to your room and with the way you were behaving, the idea sounded better than anything

- “BlAsTeD wOmAn…” you mocked him, giggling to yourself

- “Stop it” he told you

- “StOp It…”

- “Y/n!”

- “y/N!”

- Having had enough, Severus conjured a silencing charm on your mouth. He shook his head when he saw you moving your mouth.

- You didn’t like not being able to hear yourself and soon Severus noticed that it looked like you were screaming

- “Stop it and I’ll end the spell.” He bargained, taking the spell off when you nodded slowly

- As soon as the spell ended, you screamed bloody murder

- “Ahhhhhhh!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, “SOMEBODY H-HELP MeEeEeEeee!”

- Severus quickly put his hands over your mouth but it did nothing to muffle your shouting and he was worried that you’d wake up everyone at Hogwarts in a matter of seconds

- You writhed wildly beneath his hand but he still held onto your mouth. The next thing you did, was lick his palm with a big amount of saliva

- It’d given you the reaction you’d wanted and he quickly retracted his hand from your mouth, wiping his hand with the nastiest scowl he’d ever given you

- He stalked closer towards you and you squeaked out a noise of surprise. You quickly stumbled to your feet, getting up, and running off

- Running while intoxicated felt so good to you. It was harder and your breathing felt heavier, but the pain felt good in an odd sort of way and you wanted to feel more of it

- So you picked up your speed

- Severus knew that alcohol dehydrated you and also running while dehydrated was not exactly good for your body, so he moved in quick strides to catch up with you

- Why you were running as fast as you were, he didn’t know; and your rapidly increasing speed was worrying him. So much so, that he too was now fully running just to catch up with you

- You hadn’t been paying attention - how could you? The part you were advancing on had an imbalanced portion on the stone floor and it had been too late

- Your foot skidded across the hump and you flew frighteningly high into the air and back down

- Severus released an audible sigh and a layer of worry marred his face

- “Y/n… Y/n?” He approached you, voice gentle as he spoke. “Merlin, Y/n, say something!”

- He resisted the tempting urge to snidely ask you if the fa-loor was still your friend but refrained from doing so

- You rolled over onto your back with a wide smile and looked up at your boyfriend’s angry expression

- This time, he didn’t say anything. He grabbed your hand, making sure you had a firm grip on him, before he pulled you up and ushered you to your room. He didn’t give you time to argue or say no

- Finally reaching your chambers, he let go of you and watched you wobble in

- “Go sit on the sofa while I find your sleepwear.”

- “M’not tir-red…” you stepped away from him

- You didn’t feel like walking anymore, so you dropped to your knees and started crawling. You’d just made it to your room before you collapsed and fell onto your stomach with a hard ‘humph’

- “I would prefer you’d lie in your bed, but that works too…” Severus remarked

- Your lips mumbled a response into the ground, “Sleep-py…”

- “I know, darling,” he replied. “All I ask is for one moment.”

- Severus was quick to get your clothes so that you could properly rest, but when he came back into the room, you weren’t there

- He was getting ready to search when he heard your piercing scream reverberate through the walls, “S-SEVERUSSSS!” Running swiftly on his two feet, he rushed to find you

- What he’d seen when he got there was laughable

- You were hiding behind one edge of the mirror and looking frightened… while also stark naked

- “What… What are you doing…?” Severus struggled to keep his composure

- You rushed him over to you with a frantic hand and relaxed when he obeyed. “There’s a-a wo…man over thereeee…”

- This made him snicker, “Really?”

- “Yes… and she keeps miming me, l-like I did wit’ you.”

- “Mimicking, darling.” He corrected. “I think she left, care to come out now?”

- “Only if she’s g-gone.” You agreed.

- He inclined his head and offered you his hand but you saw the woman again. Instead of jumping back, you glared at her and crossed your arms

- “S-stop copy-ying me!” You demanded

- ‘S-stop copy-ying me!’ She demanded

- You placed your hands on your hips, “I said s-stop it…!”

- She placed her hands on her hips, ‘I said s-stop it…!’

- You looked at Severus in an incredulous manner and failed to notice his amused chuckle, “Make h-her stop!”

- She looked at Severus in an incredulous manner and failed to notice his amused chuckle, ‘Maker h-her stop!’

- “Sweetheart, she is your reflection.” He informed you.

- You looked back at the woman - yourself - and studied her. Through your hazy mind, you could make out the similarities: your hair, your eyes, your figure

- Maybe she was you

- But the constant copying your every move was rather annoying

- “Come, let’s get you dressed.”

- You turned back to look at your reflection and swore you saw her wink at you, but Severus hadn’t reacted so you ignored it

- You’d both left the bathroom and by the time you reached your vast canopy bed, you felt exhausted

- But you were hanging onto your last bit of energy by a thread, “Wanna see me s-wing off this…?”

- “I’d rather not.” Severus shot that idea down. “Stand still so I may put on your gown.”

- He’d dressed you expeditiously in case you acted against it but calmed when he realized you were falling asleep while standing

- Softly ushering you to the bed, he helped you slide in. He watched as you got comfortable and snuggled deeper into the sheets, but you didn’t look satisfied just yet

- He waited until he saw your breathing even out, stepped away from his spot, and readied himself to walk out

- He hadn’t been able to do that, because your soft voice caught his attention, “Stay with me… p-please?” You untucked yourself from the covers and looked up at him with big eyes

- Severus knew he wouldn’t have been able to walk away even if the Dark Lord himself ordered him to do so. Your expression was too warm and he couldn’t handle being the reason it broke

- “As you wish.” He too climbed into your bed now

- You still didn’t look as content as you could be just yet. So, Severus pulled you into him, cradling the back of your head and, although he wouldn’t admit it, cuddled you to his chest

- You smiled with your eyes closed and he knew he’d done the correct thing

- “I love you…” you yawned

- He looked down at you and noticed the peaceful emotion on your face, “… I love you too.”

- It had to have been no longer than 20 minutes when you slowly opened your eyes and looked into his. Unsurprisingly - and kind of creepily too - he was already staring down at you

- “I’m happy you stayed, Sev.” Your voice was quiet, and despite you being able to taste the stale, bitter tang of liquor on your tongue, the effects of the alcohol were already easing away

- “Why is that?” He indulged you

- “So you can hold my hair back when I sick up in the middle of the night.” You wiggled closer to him now, intertwining your legs with his

- That was okay, he’d dealt with nastier bodily fluids - from an array of ghastly creatures

- He couldn’t wait to tell Minerva what you’d done, said, and how you acted tonight

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Tags: @once-upon-an-imagine @snapefiction @lizlil @passionkillerphil @deniseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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runnning-outof-time · 3 months

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Hiiii, thank you so much for all of these they are so wonderful.

I would love something with Tommy and maybe 30? "You're not hurt are you?"

Was thinking maybe Tommy comes home after a particularly trying day and just flops onto the couch. Y/N comes home from food shopping shortly after and finds him and is concerned for him. They can be either married or whatever you see fit.

Uhmm I'd love it to be nice and fluffy, and I know you said you're not into writing shut sooo just go as heavy as you feel comfortable with and coat it with fluff and I'll be happy. >w< thank you so much I hope you're doing well and I'm happy to be part of this celebration with you! 💜

Thanks so much for sending this in, @chumon ! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write! I absolutely love this idea (thanks for adding some more detail to it…it made it easy to follow). I hope you like what I did with it! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

Never Tired For You

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: a slightly suggestive conversation/situation

Word Count: 1153

Summary: (Y/N) finds Tommy laying on the couch and immediately thinks the worst…he couldn’t just be laying down, right?

Tommy was tired. It had only been two days into his two week stay in London, and he already felt exhausted by the numerous meetings he had to carry out. There was so much to keep track of: the on-going deal with Alfie Solomons and all of the turns that took, making sure Arthur continued to keep things in line at the Eden Club, and keeping tabs of whatever Inspector Campbell was going to have him do next.

Somehow he managed to carve out an afternoon to himself. He was hoping to spend it with his wife, (Y/N), who had joined him on this trip — against his own volition — but upon returning to his sister’s home, he found that she wasn’t in.

So he decided to lay down on the couch. Yes, Tommy Shelby actually took a moment for himself so that he could rest. No, the world didn’t come to an end. But he actually managed to find a position comfortable enough that made him want to stay on the couch.

(Y/N) had been out grocery shopping. She realized that Ada needed a few things, and so with nothing better to do she set out and ran some errands.

The surprise that was waiting for her back at the house just about made her drop the basket she was carrying. Never had she seen her husband laid out on the couch — especially in the middle of the day. The sight of it alone was enough to get her mind running in overdrive.

“Tommy? What’s happened?” she got right to the point as she hurried over to the couch he was laying on.

“Huh?” he asked in confusion, beginning to move from his laying position so that he could sit once more.

“No, don’t move,” she rushed to stop him, her one hand extended in his direction, “you’re not hurt, are you?” Asking the question made her heart drop. She’d did a quick scan of his frame and found nothing glaring at her, but she couldn’t be too sure.

“No, love, I’m not,” he shook his head, continuing with his motions of sitting up, looking up at her with furrowed eyebrows. “I was just laying down,” he told her then, fishing the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket so that he could slide one between his lips.

The second half of his statement made (Y/N) audibly gasp. There’s no way that Tommy Shelby would willingly lay down, she thought to herself incredulously. “Ok now I’m worried, Tom. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes,” he chuckled at her worry, “there’s not a scratch on me. I’ve just had a long day is all,” he made another attempt to quell her concerns. The look on her face told him that she didn’t quite buy it. “Would you like to check for yourself?” he asked then, his one eyebrow quirking upwards as a grin teetered on his lips.

She could tell by his facial expression that his question was leaning on the suggestive side of things. Just the thought of what he was hinting at made heat rush to her cheeks. His cheekiness was one of the things she loved about him.

“Hmm?” Tommy cut into her thoughts, looking up at her through his eyelashes as he waited for her response.

“No…” she trailed off, biting her bottom lip to conceal her grin when she saw a tinge of disappointment fill his features, “I think I’ll believe you. And besides…you said you had a long day,” she called back to his previous statement.

“I had a long day…doesn’t mean I’m too tired for me wife,” he reminded her, the previous glint returning to his eyes.

“Maybe later,” she decided, her grin growing to match his.

“C’mere then,” he beckoned, leaning back against the couch as he placed the cigarette between his lips again.

“Let me put these away first,” she answered him, lifting the basket she was still holding. He nodded in response and she went to the kitchen to put the groceries away. Moments later, she was back in the front room curled up into Tommy’s side. “So you’ve really only had a long day?” she couldn’t help but bring their previous conversation up again.

“Yes,” he answered, his fingertips absentmindedly dancing over the skin of her arm. “Arthur’s losing it at the club again…I’m not sure what I’m going to do with him.”

“Give him another chance,” (Y/N) suggested, lifting her head from his shoulder when she felt his eyes on her. “I mean it,” she doubled down on her stance, her eyes locked with his.

Tommy pursed his lips and thought about her comments for a moment before he let out a breath and looked to the windows.

“I’ll drop it,” she broke the silence, realizing that his mind was going again. She didn’t want to ruin this moment. “Let’s go back to just sitting here.”

After speaking, she turned on the couch so that she was able to straddle his lap. His hands quickly found their home on her hips, and his eyes were immediately back on hers as the mischievous glint returned.

“Just sitting here, eh?” he questioned her with raised eyebrows.

“I’m sitting,” she grinned, her hands finding his cheeks before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Tommy’s hands moved to press flat against her back as their kiss deepened, bringing her body flush against his.

“If this is what it’d be like…” he breathed as they pulled away just slightly, “I’ll have to start coming home early more often.”

“If you hold up your end of the bargain, I’ll hold up mine, Mr. Shelby,” (Y/N) pulled further away from him so that he could see the smile present on her face.

Their lips met again, teeth clashing and tounges pressing together as they became lost in their embrace. Tommy tried to be sneaky with it, but (Y/N) pulled away when she felt him start to unbutton the top of her dress.

“Not so tired anymore, hmm?” she questioned, a suggestive glint in her eye as she sat up straight, her hands running down his cheeks so that she could settle them on his shoulders.

“Never tired for you, love,” he husked, his eyes blown with lust as he managed to continue with his mission despite her breaking further away from him.

“Let’s go to our room then. I don’t think Ada’d want us to do this on her couch.”

That was all Tommy needed to stop what he was doing and drop his hands from her frame. “Go on, then,” he nodded his head to her, “lead the way.”

(Y/N) wasted no time in standing from his lap. She waited for him to stand also before she gingerly took hold of his hand and led him to the steps and up to their room.

*tags in the reblogs so they’ll hopefully get sent out

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thissimplefeelingzine · 3 years

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Hi! Can we get an idea of the content? Fot example is there spinoff/'reboot' content other than classic K/S and if so, how much of the zine is non-TOS content? Thanks!

We welcome both AOS and TOS content, so we have a good range of representation for both series (and works that very cleverly merge the two.) Having confirmed with the the team, we'd say it's a near even split, half and half, including a couple of AU's that clearly reference TOS kirk & spock.

In terms of other content- our theme was deliberately broad, "fan favorites", so there's a bit of something for everyone. Most of the works are canon-compliant or plausibly-canon, including shore leave, missions going wrong, missions gone right (and celebration!), mind-melds, and more. Most of the works feature only Kirk and Spock, though we do have a couple with other members of the cast (most often Uhura & Bones). AU-wise, we've several historical AUs and a few that are fantastically oriented (including supernatural & superhero). Form-wise, we have comics (1-2 pages), print illustrations (x3), & page illustrations (portraiture & narrative) from 24 artists, and 2-3.5k word fics from 5 authors (not including the couple mod contributions).

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 3 years

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So for the sleepover

👄fmk

Ben barnes

Tom Hiddleston

Luke Thompson

😏heh

NO! NOOO!!! YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME LIKE THAT? WHAT SORT OF IMMORTAL LIFE DO YOU HAVE TO NOT FEAR MY WRATH?! AND THE WORST THING IS YOU ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING, YOU LITTLE MINX! THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!

👄 FMK (Fuck / Marry / Kill)

F - Tom Hiddleston

M - Ben Barnes

K - Luke Thompson (This doesn't exist, no, I will not accept it and you and I are going to have a problem, love! xD)

Heloise’s 3.5k Followers Sleepover and Writing Challenge Join me on my celebration! ^^

#Heloise's inbox #heloises3.5kcelebration

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leewiththetea · 4 years

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3.3k / 3.4 k

CORRECT!

I have 3.4 k! I’m making a ATLA as cats PowerPoint to celebrate when I hit 3.5k (since I always seem to be late on celebrating these millstones) I hope people will like it;;;

As a reward; here is a picture of my cat, mancat

#we did it boys #we got it #ask the waiter #ask game #latte viibes #of course your the one that guessed it #man cat

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silveny-dreams · 4 years

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My KOTLC Writing Masterlist

Everything is fluffy unless specified otherwise! Any writing for a ship will be under both characters in the ship. Anything marked with asterisks (*) is something I’m particularly proud of.

Kiss prompts masterlist here and fluff prompts masterlist here.

Sophie

Fanfics

Late-Night Gingerbread | Sokeefe | 3.5k words - Sophie and Keefe can’t sleep, so they make gingerbread

*Would You Carve Me In A Tree | Sokeefe | 4.2k words - Sophie misses Calla, and Keefe notices*

*Wherever You Are Is The Place I Belong | Sokeefe | 9.2k words - Sophie and Keefe can’t sleep, so they share human snacks*

Candy Canes and Silver Lanes Aglow | Solinh, side Keefex | 4.7k words - Sophie and Linh go on a probably-should-be-a-date to see Christmas lights, with a side of gay panic

And Since We’ve No Place To Go | Sokeefe | 2.4k words - Human AU of Sophie and Keefe meeting in a snowstorm in just about the stupidest way possible

Headcanons

*Sophie and the Ruewens and moonwalking*

Keefe and Fitz as Sophie’s big brother figures

Sophie and Linh laughing

Sophie and Keefe as human kids / Sophie and Keefe with kids

Sophie and Keefe as babysitters

Keefe

Fanfics

Late-Night Gingerbread | Sokeefe | 3.5k words - Sophie and Keefe can’t sleep, so they make gingerbread

*Would You Carve Me In A Tree | Sokeefe | 4.2k words - Sophie misses Calla, and Keefe notices*

*Wherever You Are Is The Place I Belong | Sokeefe | 9.2k words - Sophie and Keefe can’t sleep, so they share human snacks*

And Since We’ve No Place To Go | Sokeefe | 2.4k words - Human AU of Sophie and Keefe meeting in a snowstorm in just about the stupidest way possible

Headcanons

Keefe with instruments he should never have

Keefe and Fitz as Sophie’s big brother figures

Blind!Keefe

Cowboy!Keefe

Edaline being motherly towards Keefe

Keefe and nail art | 2

Keefe doing hair

Artist!Keefe | more artist!Keefe

Touch-starved Keefe/Keefe with a Physical Touch love language

Keefe singing

Keefe, Fitz, and Dex as elves with social media

Keefe and Dex decorating Foxfire for Pride

Sophie and Keefe as human kids / Sophie and Keefe with kids

Sophie and Keefe as babysitters

Fitz

Fanfics

Reverse Hide-And-Seek | Fedex/Detz, side Sokeefe | 4.5k words - the squad conspires to get Fitz and Dex to confess their feelings for each other during a game of reverse hide-and-seek

Headcanons

Keefe and Fitz as Sophie’s big brother figures

Fitz drinking human soda

Keefe, Fitz, and Dex as elves with social media

*Fitz and Dex singing*

Biana

Fanfics

None yet!

Headcanons

None specifically for her, somehow - send me Biana headcanons!

Tam

Fanfics

None yet!

Headcanons

Tam the supportive, protective friend

Random Tam headcanons

Linh

Fanfics

Candy Canes and Silver Lanes Aglow | Solinh, side Keefex | 4.7k words - Sophie and Linh go on a probably-should-be-a-date to see Christmas lights, with a side of gay panic

Headcanons

*deaf!Linh*

Sophie and Linh laughing

Dex

Fanfics

Reverse Hide-And-Seek | Fedex/Detz, side Sokeefe | 4.5k words - the squad conspires to get Fitz and Dex to confess their feelings for each other during a game of reverse hide-and-seek

Headcanons

The Squad’s take on Dex

Keefe, Fitz, and Dex as elves with social media

Keefe and Dex decorating Foxfire for Pride

*Fitz and Dex singing*

Deaf!Dex

Marella

Fanfics

None yet!

Headcanons

Marella and physical affection

The Squad

Fanfics

Rooted | 6.3k words - the squad sleepover is interrupted by a Neverseen showdown--and a surprising trick up Sophie’s sleeve

Headcanons

The Squad on a snow day

The Squad playing MarioKart

The Squad and trampolines

The Squad riding the teacups at an amusement park

*The Squad and naps*

The Squad as kindergartners on career day

*The Squad as classical music pieces*

*The Squad as winter olympians* | additional thought

The Squad as social media celebrities

The Squad as toddlers/pre-K humans

The Squad on a warm-weather day

*The Squad watching Disney movies* | *Part 2* | *Part 3*

The Squad as human high schoolers

The Squad’s Hogwarts houses

*The Squad going ice skating*

The Squad heights

The Squad as Houseki No Kuni characters

*The Squad and how they deal with trauma (possibly angst? not really)*

The Squad as Inside by Bo Burnham lyrics

Miscellaneous

Fanfics

Short Falls & Little Sins | 13k words (WIP) - the cowboy AU this fandom deserves

Headcanons

KOTLC characters as Fall Out Boy lyrics

Jolie as Sophie’s cool and very much alive older sister

Alden’s comeuppance for drugging Sophie & Co. in Nightfall

*Della and Edaline coach the girls of the Squad on a soccer team AU*

Female reproductive cycles in the elven world

KOTLC characters as John Mulaney quotes (my addition)

*KOTLC as a musical*

KOTLC characters as tea flavors

Edaline being motherly towards Keefe

*KOTLC women in suits*

KOTLC characters with cold extremities

KOTLC characters as tabletop gamers

KOTLC characters in Wicked: The Musical

Bronte likes human music and Kenric finds out about it

Have any interesting ideas? Shoot me an ask and share it with me! I love new ideas.

#the organization is making my heart happy #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #headcanon #masterlist #writing masterlist #mine

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mirclealignr · 3 years

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I have a 3.5k celebration planned but the fear is I don't hit it before uni which is like a month LMAO so might have to change it to a bigger milestone when I'm more settled in or a smaller one right before I go?? I could change it to a smaller one and call it like 3.?k and end of summer celebration?? hmmm

#lena rambles

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whitewolfbumble · 6 years

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WhiteWolfBumble’s Masterlist

Hello lovelies! Thank you so much for reading! If you would like to be permanently tagged or tagged in an individual series, please send through an ask. I write for all Marvel characters, so if you have any requests please check my blog description for an update on if my requests are open or closed, and how many are pending.

Please reblog if you enjoy any of these fics, or send through a like or a message! It really would mean a lot! Thanks darlings!

More Marvel fics under the cut!

Full-Length Series:

THE FALLOUT: (COMPLETED, Slow burn/Angst/Action, 150k)

Summary: You had been a ghost for years, taking down the bad guys from the shadows that had once enslaved you. That is until the Avengers finally caught up with you and yet again your life changed. But your past won’t stay dead and everything starts to shift when a familiar face joins the ranks: Bucky Barnes. He may not remember you, but you certainly remember him.

Masterlist / Prologue / Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24

WILD HORSES (COMPLETED, Angst/Fluff, 22k)

Summary: Kicked out of school and exiling yourself in a town time forgot, one little incident lands the sights of the locally infamous Avengers biker gang square on you. Wild horses run faster and there was no chance to turn back now. Written for @softhairbarnes 750 Follower Celebration!

Masterlist / Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

OF GODS AND GODDESSES: (In Progress, Fluff/Drama, ?k)

Summary: The connection was immediate and the mystery behind Bucky Barnes ran deeper and deadlier than you thought. Falling in love has never been this complicated, for a goddess or otherwise. A modern reimagining of Hades and Persephone, with Bucky the God of Spring and you the Goddess of the Underworld.

Masterlist / Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

Limited Series:

A YEAR OF FIRSTS: (In progress, Anon Request, PURE FLUFF, 9k)

Summary: It wasn’t supposed to be a year of firsts, but then you met Bucky and everything started to fall into place.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

BEHIND ENEMY LINES (COMPLETED, Action/Angst, 12k)

Summary: Bucky was trapped in a locked-down facility, the very one you were homegrown in. Now you were back and to get him out you had to battle criminals, your past, and your fears to do it. Alive, preferably, but there was no promise of that. Written for @sweetboybucky 1K Writing Challenge!

Part One / Part Two

THE WINTER SYMBIOTE: (On Hiatus, Angst/Action/Fluff)

Summary: Bucky had been infected and you were running out of time. With this sentient parasite raging in his body and breaking up his mind, you had to act fast to save him, at any cost to you…

Masterlist / Part: 1

One Shots:

Angst:

TIL DEATH DO US PART (COMPLETED, Angst/Fluff, 7k)

Summary: You were the bearer of the Death Stone, making you Death personified here on Earth. With Thanos about to arrive, you were the only one powerful enough on this planet to try and stop him…Written for @spideywhiteys 1k Writing Celebration!

THE FIRE UNDER MY SKIN (COMPLETED, Angst, 4k)

Summary: No one got under your skin quite like Bucky Barnes. Fighting your feelings for him was a daily battle that you were determined to win. But not every battle can be won. Written for @buckychrist 1k Angst Writing Celebration!

SUCH A SIMPLE THING (COMPLETED, Angst/Comfort, 7k)

Summary: My heart is like paper, yours is like a flame. In the middle of a war you had a decision to make: save your friend, or stay behind in safety. When Bucky and the Avengers have the same decision to make about you, they chose wrong. Written for @bucketbarneslove 1.5k Writing Challenge!

Commentary on Such A Simple Thing

NEEDED TOUCH (COMPLETED, Angst/Fluff, 6k)

Summary: They needed you, and he needed you most of all. You became his addiction until it was taken away, and then you were something else to him entirely.

Fluff:

LIKE HEAT & HONEY: (COMPLETED, Fluff, 1.9k)

Summary: Only when he met you did Bucky really start to feel again. Written for @coffee-with-bucky‘s Writing Challenge!

THE PROMISE: (COMPLETED, Fluff, 2k)

Summary: Bucky had stood you up once before, promising never to do it again. But he was about to make another promise that was a far, far better one.

THE LITTLE DRAGON & THE WHITE WOLF: (COMPLETED, Fluff, 2k)

Summary: You were the little dragon of the group, hoarding gold (whether it’s from Iron Man’s suit or not), snapping at anyone that threatened your Avenger family, nestling down in comfort as often as you could, and falling for one Bucky Barnes.

WAKING UP TO YOU (COMPLETED, Fluff, 3k)

Summary: Wherever your love was in this world or the next, you would find him. Always. Written for @captainrogerrsbeard 400 Followers Celebration!

TO BE ALONE WITH YOU (COMPLETED, Competition/Fluff, 3k)

Summary: Combine an Avenger’s midnight snowball fight, some mulled wine, a misunderstanding with the man that supposedly hated you, and it was one unique winter tradition to remember. Written for @buckychrist Holiday Writing Challenge!

UNEXPECTED (COMPLETED, Fluff, 1.8k)

Summary: On the eve of your birthday, Bucky loses the person under his protection detail and you both have to hit the road to go find them. Written for @ramblerumble‘s birthday!

Limited Series:

THE WORLD ISN’T OVER YET (In Progress, Fluff/Minimal Angst)

Summary: Somehow you were never in love at the same time. Time Travel AU. Written for @sgtbucketbarnes 1k Writing Celebration!

One Shots:

EXPRESSIONS OF LOVE (COMPLETED, Fluff/Hurt&Comfort, 8k)

Summary: You have the ability of physical attraction- more a curse than a power- that makes you a particular asset to the team. Distancing yourself for your own protection and while personally knowing nothing of love, you thought of yourself as somewhat of an expert on the topic when it came to the members of the team. All except Steve, who you were closest with and for some reason couldn’t keep away from.

One Shots:

THOSE UNTOLD YEARS (COMPLETED, Anon Request, Angst/Fluff?, 3.5k)

Summary: You, Sam, and Riley were a team, but because you had failed on that one fateful mission, everything changed. Back home, you were still trying to work through your guilt when your old partner shows up and faces you again. Anon request.

Series:

A HOME LOST AND FOUND (In Progress, Anon Request, Angst, 5k)

Summary: You were looking for a home and distance from your past. But instead, you found him. A two-part story.

PART ONE / PART TWO

One Shots:

THE AVENGERS HAUNTED HOUSE: (COMPLETED, Request, 5k)

Summary: Loki was looking for a way closer to you. Nothing like a little haunted house (with some extra magic touches added) to scare you right into his arms. Requested by @marveloustrashpanda!

One Shots:

Request: One request is currently in progress, coming soon!

One Shots:

Request: One request is currently in progress, coming soon!

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