#sam writes

[mskenway97]

I'm going to write it, I've been thinking about it almost all day... a small drabble.

Well we all know tfp optimus but we can talk about its version 2.0, the update... that robust body... it doesn't have the slender body anymore but a little more stuffed. I came up with this.

If you want add more please go head

You've been avoiding Optimus for a while... but not because of anything bad or that you've been angry... since the upgrade you see him differently and he's given you some somewhat inappropriate thoughts for the autobot leader.

Try not to think about it but the thought haunts you more and more. You want to touch that tummy... it looks very comfortable... You want to sleep there...

But you didn't want Optimus to see it childish...

- little one, you seem distracted - Optimus said one day while you were having those thoughts again.

You woke up from your reverie to shake your head quickly - No, why do you think that - you said while you saw a black servo surround your body, with the upgrade its servos were bigger and it surrounded you completely like a little doll.

- What did we say about the lies," said Optimus somewhat playfully.

When you were alone with him he showed you a certain mischievous side that he wouldn't show to anyone on the base. And now he was walking to his room.

- I'd like to be honest... but I'm ashamed to say this," you said looking away with a blush as he looked at you with his optics.

You knew very well that penetrating look that could see into your soul.

- Well I... I couldn't help but have... certain thoughts.I mean your tummy looks squishy... I was wondering if well... I could get comfortable - you said, putting your fingers together and looking very embarrassed. It was the hardest thing for you to say, and maybe it would look weird.

With his digit he patted you on the head and was smiling.

-oh little one... of course yes... I like to feel your skin... besides... - said optimus while he was getting comfortable and putting you on his belly.

You settled down to realize it was much more comfortable than you thought it would be, you even snuggled in until you felt some digits gently kneading your body.

-Optimus?! What are you...? - you said but you felt more and more comfortable as he touched you with his digit going up and down. Giving you a shiver.

- shhh... you're not the only one who had certain thoughts... you're like a kitten now - said optimus as you were about to protest.

-I'm not... - you said but you felt some pressure that made you gasp a little, he wasn't applying force but you were applying force between his servos and his tummy.

-No, you're what? - said Optimus as he watched you give in.

-I'm your kitty ....

Optimus signed up to do this. Being robust had its advantages.

#sam writes #optimus prime #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus x reader #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers x reader #transformers x human #maccadam #maccadams #transformers drabble #drabble #size difference #a little crush kink i guess #g/t #giant/tiny #transformers g/t

[spinningspencer]

☆Just thinking about Spencer Reid hugging you from behind and pressing his lips against your neck while you're cooking.

☆Thinking about Spencer Reid coming home from a long, difficult case just to curl up on the couch with you, his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat to calm down.

☆Thinking about Spencer Reid reading a book with his arms around you, looking over your shoulder as you lay curled up in his lap, exhausted after a hard day.

☆Thinking about Spencer Reid and his cute mismatched socks in your shared closet.

☆Thinking about Spencer Reid holding your face gently, like it's the most precious thing in the world.

☆Thinking about Spencer Reid giving you a massage when you complain about your shoulders/neck/back/... hurting.

☆Thinking about Spencer Reid waking you up with soft, gentle kisses along whatever exposed skin he can find, your shoulders, your neck, your cheek, your back...

☆Just thinking about domestic Spencer Reid.

#spencer reid fluff #why cant he be real #my mind is on him 24/7 #i love him your honor #it's not a want it's a need #spencer reid #criminal minds spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x self insert #🥺🥺🥺 #sam creates #sam writes

[k9effect]

I thought about Mav passed out at his work desk with headphones on and it spiralled into this whole thing

Mav always felt a little lonely.

Even when he had people around him who loved him, he always ended up on his own one way or another and felt that loneliness seeping in. Goose was the first to notice. Before Goose's trips back to Tennessee to see Carole included Mav, he would come back to base to hear about how his pilot had lost a bit of his shine while he was away.

That's when Goose started making the recordings.

It was a small gift, but it meant the world to Mav. A brand new walkman, headphones and all, and a single cassette tape. This tape didn't have music on it, no, it contained a three hour recording of Goose reading though the F-14 Tomcat Flight Manual and adding in his own comedic commentary.

He wasn't sure what Mav would think of it, but when he returned home from another trip and found his pilot curled up asleep on the lounge, headphones on, walkman clutched in his hands, the tape run through, he realised he had made the right decision. Once Mav stirred, realising Goose had returned, he pulled the RIO onto the couch and thanked him for how thoughtful and considerate of a gift it was. That it made him feel less alone.

Goose continued the recordings. They were simple things he could make while completing other work. An hour recording here of Goose rambling while he completed chores, half an hour recording there of Goose muttering while he completes some paperwork. Even after Mav started joining him on his trips to Carole and they inevitably became attached at the hip, Goose continued making recordings. They grew more sincere over time, telling Mav that he was loved and he was strong and could get through anything.

Maverick was very glad he continued making them. It was a piece of Goose he could always carry with him.

Because one day, Goose wasn't there anymore.

Ice was never quite certain why his wingman was always listening to music on a busted walkman, but he never questioned it.

That was until he was packing Mav an overnight bag after an accident and Mav had specifically requested the walkman. Ice had taken a closer look at it and seen the writing on the cassette.

‘GOOSE - 12’

Curiosity got the better of him and he pulled on the headphones and pressed play.

“Y'know, Mav-” It was Goose's voice, Ice realised with a pang deep in his chest, “- I'm pretty sure, by like, most, if not all, the laws of aviation, you should have broken our Tomcat's airframe several times over. I honestly don't know how she's still together-” There was the clinking of dishes and sloshing of water along with the distinct sound of a bristly, sudsy brush scrubbing metal. “- What sort of demon did you make a deal with to manage this? I'm not arguing, I'd rather not face a board of inquiry again, but I'm curious.”

Ice paused it.

He realised very quickly what the cassette was and that, judging on the number, there were more of these.

Mav was always listening to Goose talk.

He packed the walkman into the overnight bag with much more care than he offered possibly anything.

Mav stared.

He blinked once, then twice. But it changed nothing.

There was a cassette sitting on his bed. On it, was scribbled a name and a number.

‘ICE - 1’

Beneath it was a small, simple note.

‘Listen to me.’

Mav pushed the cassette into his walkman and, sitting down, let it play.

“Hey, Mav. Sorry if this is weird for you, it sure feels weird for me. I- uh- I realised what the walkman is for. I'm sorry I teased you for it, it's not dumb and old. I know Slider thought you were pretty cool for having one. He's got one too. But anyways, I found a recording of Goose and I realised why you have this so I thought, y'know, maybe I could make you some new ones? To make up for the teasing at least. I mightn't be as good as Goose but I'll give it my best shot. I've got a book here, I'm just gonna read it out loud for a while, okay? Okay. Here we go…”

Mav listened to the whole thing in one sitting. It was long and sweet and Mav felt something aching inside him, something that hadn't ached in a long time.

Every week or so, Mav would find another cassette in his room with an increased number on it. It was just Ice for a while, but then he found one labelled ‘SLIDER - 1’. Then another a few months later labelled ‘HOLLYWOOD - 1’, then ‘WOLFMAN - 1’. His collection grew as more people helped continue Goose's legacy.

The day he found ‘VIPER - 1’ he felt like he was five again. Viper's recording was two hours worth of him recounting childhood stories of Mav, stories of him with his parents, of just his parents, and deployment tales of his dad.

Once Mav buys his first proper home, an old hangar out in the Mojave Desert, he builds a small shelf to hold all of his cassettes instead of keeping them in a bag or a box. It's then, when they're all neatly organised together, that he realises just how many he has.

The original thirty-one from Goose.

Three from Carole.

One short one from Bradley.

Seventeen from Iceman.

Ten from Slider.

Seven each from Hollywood and Wolfman.

Four from Chipper.

Three from Sunny.

And, so far, Two from Viper.

He doesn't feel so lonely anymore. Everyone he loves has put time and effort into making sure he doesn't feel alone. That instead, he feel loved.

And he sure does.

Even now, years down the track, Ice will stumble upon Maverick passed out at his work desk late at night ontop of a half finished project, with his old walkman next to him, headphones on, listening to Goose laugh his way through the Tomcat manual.

#sam writes #top gun #top gun 1986 #tg 86 #tg86 #icemav #goosemav #maverick #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #iceman #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #cassette tapes #cassettes #walkmans #fanfiction #fanfic #top gun fanfiction #goose #nick goose bradshaw #nick bradshaw

[ad7red]

Hey!! Can I have Peter and his gf who's not rlly smart but catches a mistake Peter made in his hw and teases him but he doesn't mind? Thanks xx!

smarty pants | peter parker.

bf!peter parker x reader

this has been sitting in my inbox for a WHILEE i am sorry!

not proofread, no warnings

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you had just bombed your math quiz and you could not feel any worse. math just wasn’t your thing, ela or history? sure, but math and you were never getting along. and that was a fact.

the only person who might’ve been able to raise your spirits was your one and only genius vigilante boyfriend, peter. which led to you vigorously knocking on his apartment door like you did many times, expecting to be greeted by a familiar peter, instead being met with his aunt may.

“hey, there sweet pea! peter won’t be home for a while, but would you like to come in and wait in his room for him?” you nodded while thanking her, being in his room would help remind you of him.

she walked you to his room, though being here so many times you know the place like the back of your hand.

when you walked into his room you were welcomed with messy algebra homework as well as half-done history homework scattered all over his desk.

you hopped down onto his undone bed and patiently waited for peter to come back to tell him all about how math was the worst subject known to man.

-

after what felt like forever you finally heard the bedroom door creek open, with the curly head following.

“hey, sunshine? how are you?” he said while placing a kiss on top of your forehead. you pouted before responding, and that’s when peter knew he was in for a doozy.

“terrible! peter, i failed my math quiz!” flapping your arms up and down for emphasis. peter patted your shoulder, his way of saying ‘i’m sorry’.

“c'mon, it can’t be that bad” peter was sorely mistaken. it was that bad.

“i got a 25%.” he made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, as though it physically hurt him to hear that grade.

“i mean, whose bright idea was it to come up with trigonometric functions? when will i ever use that in my entire life?” you began to rant. the grade was irritating you considering you’ve never gotten lower than a c in math.

“okay, come show me what you need trouble with.” peter said while pulling you up from his bed and leading you to his untidy desk.

you told him what was confusing you and he thoroughly explained it, but you couldn't seem to focus with that history homework on his desk.

“it's italy.”

“what..?”

“which country did the renaissance begin in? you said germany but it's italy.” he quickly scanned over the question again, skimming over the small paragraph before it.

“you got me, good job smarty pants!” he wasn’t sour or bitter about it all. if anything, he was happy, he knew how much it would mean to you if you corrected the smartest person you knew.

“i am a bit of smarty pants aren’t i?” and with that both you and peter started to explode in a fit of giggles.

-

#LMFAO i remember when i got a 25 on my test #peter parker aka THE smarty pants #sam writes #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm fic #tasm!peter x reader #bf!peter #fluff #mcu #mcu x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fic #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman homecoming

[theoldwest]

Having Dean Winchester as a Boyfriend Would Consist of:

(genderless reader perspective)

Waking up to fresh coffee every morning

“Where do you wanna eat?” “Mm… Biggerson’s.” “Dude, again?” “Mhm.”

He’s 100% a physical touch enthusiast

“Dean, you reek, fuckin’ go shower before you lay on me!” “Ha, whaddya mean, it was only half a dozen vamp nests.” “OHH, GET OFF ME, ASSHOLE!”

You end up being pretty well versed in spaghetti westerns after about a month of dating him

Dates always involve food in some way

“Is it good?” “Holy crap, babe, when’d you learn to cook like this?” “Motel rooms always have a cooking channel.”

Introducing him to video games

“So, you said this game is about being a cowboy?” “Ah- Yes, but, you will end up crying your-“ “I’m buying it right now. My credit card is already in my hand.”

Dr. Sexy M.D. marathons

You and Sam messing with him 24/7

Dean pranking you two right back

“You saran-wrapped my entire room?!” “Only because you and Sammy switched out my bacon for that… Tofurkey crap!”

Late night drives while Sam sleeps in the backseat

“D’ya think he’d wake up if I play our song?” “Don’t go past volume five and we’ll be good.”

Unlimited flannel supply

Slow dancing to records when everyone else is asleep

“Wanna go on a beer run with me?”

Custom mixtapes for every anniversary

He’d probably try and keep you from hunting until you do it anyways

nicknames out the wazoo

Secret Taylor Swift + One Direction dance parties

~~~

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fluff #dw x reader #supernatural fic #tysm for reading hehehehe #this is just word vomit #but I love himb #cowboy thoughts #sam writes

[ectonurites]

miwip wednesday ft a lil doodle hehe...

[text under the cut in case the images are hard to read]

So here he is, still awake and blatantly staring. Watching the rhythmic rise and fall of Will’s chest—one of Mike’s shirts on him since none of his own clothes are in Hawkins anymore. 

Mike has spent a lot of time staring at Will in his life, and once it finally clicked why he liked doing it so much, he’d become hyperaware. Constantly catching himself, trying to look less when other people were around, to go unnoticed, to be subtle. To figure out what amount of staring was normal between friends—sometimes it feels like everybody else already knows things like that, and he just missed the memo. 

Will lets out a soft sigh as he shifts again. His head falls to the side, angled towards Mike, and the hand that had been resting on his stomach now lays by the side of his face. He’s got a better view of Will now for sure, and Mike wishes he didn’t feel like he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to. 

Because even in the low light, even with his eyes closed and his hair all messed up from twisting around in his sleep, Will is beautiful. 

His fingers twitch ever so slightly, a blink-and-you’d-miss-it sort of thing, but Mike’s gaze is drawn to the movement. He doesn’t understand anything anymore, he doesn’t understand Will anymore after the last few days. But god, he wants to. He wants so much. 

Most of all, at this moment at least, he wants to hold Will’s hand—like when they were little kids and that was something he was allowed to do. 

#this fic does not have a title yet it is simply brain dumping about post-s4 🤷‍♂️ #idk if/when it'll get finished but i was in the mood to doodle a lil bit sdfghg #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #miwip wednesday #stranger things #sam writes #sam doodles

[iishmael]

soulmate au where touching anyone who isn’t your soulmate causes (mild) physical pain. person a and b are so busy fist fighting that they don’t notice there’s an absence of pain when they touch…

#tag with ur blorbos 😭 #soulmate au #writing prompt #enemies to lovers #Sam writes

[hoeforhao]

hi can i request for minghao and “Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here” <3

jumped in queue because this minghao concept was eating my brains out

“Liking this Mr Xu? Or should i shift?” you move your hips slightly upwards to brush against the crotch of the town’s most feared assasin aka Mr Xu Minghao, giving him the sultriest lap dance your club has ever seen you doing while he holds down the urge to rip that black satin slip dress off of your glistening curves and take you then and there; infront of all your workmates because the last thing he cared about was a bunch of strangers watching him fuck his stress out into his favorite woman.

But he held it in as this time he wanted you all to himself, alone, away from all the excited and hungry eyes.Why? Because tonight he was about to ravish each and every corner of your skin, strip you down to your bare body and have you whimpering for more under him.

“I think just Ms Y/n’s moans would be enough entertainment for your party tonight. No need for visuals right?” Minghao looks at the leader of the squad dead in the eyes, notioning him take his minions out of his room right at this instant.

“Impatient enough Hao?” you quickly turn around on his lap as soon as your members leave the place, wrapping both of your arms around his neck as you now have complete access to tease the shit out of your secret lover’s patience. Bending your head down to minghao’s neck you place your dark wine lips against his sides,sensualy drawing them out on his spider lily tattoo, knowing quite well he never let anyone touch that part of him.

Minghao instantly pulls you back by your hair, your pale locks seeping out of his slender fingers, his dark eyes looking at you with something that would run down shivers against anyone else’s spine but not yours….cuz for you it meant you were successful in getting on his nerves and an invitation for you to keep testing him even more, so that later your face can be smothered down with ruined mascara and bleeding lipstick as he rails you without any mercy.

“I was away for one month and looks like my doll has already forgotten all the rules, hmm?” his hold on your hair tightens as he brings his mouth dangerously close to your throat, landing a sharp bite on your adam’s apple, making you move up his lap even more from the sudden pain,your bare cunt now resting perfectly atop his clothed dick.

“No panties!! Such a needy little whore for me, huh baby.” minghao throws his head back against the couch from the instant pleasure as you waste no time in being cocky again and start grinding on his boner, your hips sliding in and out against his thighs while you stare him down with luring eyes of a wolf, tempting him to break apart all the boundaries and get lost in your dom.

Minghao’s hands increase its grip on your loose hair as his other one starts travelling up your exposed back, around your belly and finally onto your barely covered tits. Not being able to contain the pleasure your erotic lap dance is giving him, his palms start massaging your soft mounds, pulling them out gently so that they slightly spill out of the lingerie, creating the perfectly erotic scene infront of him - his favourite woman seated on his lap, the moonlight shining through her hair, boobs lightly jiggling from the oh so slow action he bare pussy is giving is throbbing cock, while he keeps on pinching down on her already puffy nipples, earning the best alluringly soft moans from the lady. 

“Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here” he finally speaks up, words barely audible amidst the lewd train of groans and moans his voice carries out with itself, as he harshly tugs onto your scalp once again to stop you from completely pushing him off the edge that very instant. Your eyes shift from mean to meanest, looking at that one drop of blood painted against his lips from him trying to hold his release in after your merciless teasings.

“Would definitely not want those precious juices to spill themselves out onto your favorite pants instead of this dripping cunt, am i right Mr Min?”

#minghao smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #smut prompts #minghao imagines #minghao x reader #minghao x y/n #xu minghao #svt x y/n #svt x reader #minghao drabbles #svt drabbles #seventeen drabbles #kpop drabbles #svt imagines #sam writes

[queercode-my-minecraft]

The day after the full moon the coffee shop was empty. Perhaps because it was eleven o’clock, or perhaps because of the stench of wet fur.

Not that Cleo could be bothered to care.

After a sleepless night spent running in the nearby forest until the first lights of dawn, being behind the counter working was akin to a nightmare. A situation she was going to murder Ren for at the next meeting.

Although, it wasn’t entirely his fault that he had been able to acquire solely werewolf employees. Hell, with a name like ‘Fur and Paws Coffee Shop’ one would think that no self-respecting werewolf would willingly subject themselves to work in such a place. And, yet, Ren had been able to gather a following of werewolves with no sense of dignity.

Themselves included, unfortunately.

That said, Cleo was going to murder Ren.

A steaming cup of coffee slid on the counter before them.

“You looked like you needed it,” murmured False, before yawning.

Clap hummed in agreement, sagging against her as they picked the cup in their hands, warmth seeping through their fingers.

“You’re a life saver.”

Next to them False smiled, looking just as exhausted as Cleo felt. Strands of hair fell from her usually pristine ponytail, framing her pale face and highlighting the dark bags under her eyes.

“I’m going to murder Ren,” Cleo admitted, between sips.

“We had a good run,” and that was enough of a glaring sign of her current state to make Cleo frown.

“You’re letting me make threats to your precious punching bag? Are you alright?”

False hummed, placing a kiss on Cleo’s temple, “I’m fine. I’ll just have to find another best friend. It’s okay though, they grow on trees.”

Cleo turned, holding onto her arm so as to not let her escape, “You sure you don’t want to take a nap in the back? There aren’t that many people and, if something happens, I can just call Beef or Iskall.”

“Oh, yeah. Because they’re definitely going to be delighted about having to run here after the night they spent.”

Cleo snorted, “As if I care, they knew what they were doing when they decided to get stuck in a tree whilst-“

She wasn’t able to complete the sentence as False kissed her.

“You do care, which is why I’m going to stay here and help you. That is why I volunteered, after all.”

“You volunteered?” asked Cleo, “I don’t know if that’s the most romantic or the most masochist thing I’ve ever heard.”

False grinned, “I think stopping a murderous rampage is pretty romantic.”

“I wouldn’t call murdering Ren a rampage. Definitely murderous, but he is only one person,” they said, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek, “but, I appreciate the sentiment, dear.”

“Hello?”

They turned, prepared to stare down whoever had interrupted them, and found themselves before Gem. Fidgeting and observing her surroundings as if she wasn’t sure she was in the right place.

“What are you doing here?” 

Gem huffed, “Ren sent me. He knows that making you work after the full moon is torture. So, here I am!”

“But, you don’t work here,” said False.

“Do you want to work? Because I can just-”

“No!” Cleo exclaimed, “It’s wonderful to see you! Our saviour! C’mon False, there’s a bed waiting for us at home!”

They left, hands intertwined, leaving Gem to stare at the cold cup of coffee on the counter.

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #hermitshipping #zombiecleo #falsesymmetry #fullhotbarfic #zombiesymmetry #fic idea generator #sam writes

[localvoidcat]

for the writing suggestions: canon thatcher and adam.... (only if you want to tho!!)

this has been sitting in my inbox for a full month cause i haven't had any ideas yet BUT presto just dropped so. despairduo time

the drive from the house to the station was long.

both the literal sense, being a long way from bythorne to mandela, and in the sense that the silence between the two made it feel much longer than it deserved to be.

to say there was complete silence would be false. there was the tapping of thatcher's hands against the wheel, drumming out an anxious rhythm as he stared out at the road ahead.

occasionally, he would glance back at the man in the backseat, and in those moments where adam was able to see his expression, he would notice the fatigue in the older man's face, leaving behind nothing but dull eyes and a weary attempt at a smile.

it didn't help much in light of the pain, of course. but it was a nice attempt, even if it felt devoid of any real emotion.

even if it seemed to hide a twinge of fear behind it.

there was also the sound of adam's coughing, loud and pained, like his lungs were trying to give out on him like the rest of his body (he didn't think he could really call it his anymore, but he was too scared to find out who it belonged to now) had.

part of him wanted to shut out the pain, to try and ignore it as it rolled in waves with every movement of his body and every shifting bone under his skin, but another part of him feared that the pain was the only thing keeping him him.

maybe the more he focused on it, the more he fought against whatever wanted to replace him (it wasn't him that had been replaced, was it, though?), the more he would keep of himself.

after all, it was pain that made people human, wasn't it? he wasn't sure he knew anymore. he wasn't sure if he was human enough to know.

he wasn't even entirely sure who he was. he certainly wasn't adam murray. adam murray was human. he was not. adam murray had a face. he had to fight to keep what was left of his. adam murray had friends. he did not (or so he kept telling himself). adam murray had a family. he did not.

another coughing fit wrecked his body, and he curled a little closer around himself. thatcher turned around, the concern in his face evident for the brief second he looked at the alternate, before turning back to face the street again.

and maybe, the thing that wanted so badly to be adam murray thought in that moment, he didn't have any of those things. he didn't know what he had anymore. he didn't know if he had anything left to his name (or if he even had that).

but he had something. he had someone.

whether or not he was deserving of it, he didn't know. he didn't know if he deserved to be helped.

but he'd still taken thatcher's hand. he'd still followed him out to the car, and he'd still trusted him enough to stay as long as he had.

maybe he didn't deserve it, but he didn't want to lose it either.

he'd lost enough that night.

#LET'S GO WE FINALLY FINISHED IT!!! #i did not intend for this to be saved for presto but hey! it happened #sam writes #the mandela catalogue #tmc #despairduo #thatcher davis #adam murray #body horror #anyways. i've never written canon adam so i hope i got him down right

[copperbadge]

Hello Mr. Copperbadge. I live in Texas and have just moved from Houston to a town between Austin and San Antonio, which means I've driven through a very small town named Prairie Lea and every time I see the sign I think of Six Harvests in Lea, Texas. Coincidence or intentional? Either way, it's been a bright spot on the rather boring drives back and forth so thanks for putting that particular story out into the world.

Well, it's not a coincidence, but it's intentional in a different way than it seems!

Lea in the novel is actually based, geographically, on the town of Telephone, TX (now mostly a bar and a hotel). I named it Lea primarily because a lot of towns in Texas, around the time Lea was settled, were named for various local historical figures (Houston, Austin, etc). Lea was a name I turned up in googling for what names I could use; it's the maiden/middle name of Sam Houston's wife, Margaret Lea Houston. She was a Baptist and converted him to Baptist, which fits in with the Baptist origins of the town. But also Lea fit in nicely because when you are in the "lee" of something, you are protected -- the "lee side" of a ship is the side sheltered from the wind, and Lea in the book is very much a shelter for its citizens. (It's also a very quiet tribute to my stepfather, who has Lee as a family name.)

I did a quick google on Prairie Lea and sure enough, it's also named for Margaret Lea Houston -- was named for her by her husband, in fact.

So yes! Intentional in the sense that I took what I knew of Texan naming conventions of the era and applied it, but coincidence in the sense that both are named for the same woman, not one named for the other.

(Also if you're living between San Antonio and Austin, you're in my parents' neck of the woods; they live up near Belterra, north of Wimberley. Welcome! It's beautiful, weird country.)

#sam writes #six harvests

[mskenway97]

Bot in flames

I have been wanting to write this for a long time and I started thinking about heat cycles in robots.

My mind was focused on bayverse optimus prime and I came up with all this.

Forgive me but I couldn't help but want to XD.

Bayverse Optimus Prime X Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: You are a new mechanic working at NEST after the problems in Egypt, you became very close to the autobot leader, until one moment he started to avoid you, the rest of autobots warnning to you. Until you find out why.

Occurs between revenge of the fallen and dark of the moon.

Words: 2,451

Warnings: heat cycles, belly budge, cumflation, masturbation, multiple orgasm, size difference,possessive, g/t

You had always been interested in technology, you had gone into mechanics although many people would not take you seriously in what you were doing. Until you started seeing something that caught your attention, the Mission City events.

A lot of people said it was a lie, a hoax… Other websites said they had witnesses and testimonies about giant robots. You tried to see more images but nothing.

Everything seemed to be a lie until a giant robot appeared on your TV telling you that you were not alone, that there were more beings in the galaxy. That even though everyone was scared, you were more interested but you were just a mechanic, no matter how much you wanted to meet them you were not going to find them, until you received a letter because of your knowledge, they were needed at the base of NEST.

They blindfolded you and put you in a black car without asking, like the movies, the ride was a bit long until you got to an interrogation room, showing if you had a criminal record, not to reveal the information here without ending up dead. Once finished they took you outside a huge hangar and put you on hold, until a middle-aged man who seemed to be the general, came to pick you up in person.

-Y/N, General Lennox we have seen that your knowledge in mechanics and your project of coexistence between machines and humans is unique. I'm just telling you try to stay calm, you're going to be surrounded by autobots. The first time is usually a surprise.

He wasn't lying when he took me to another hangar with huge beings of different sizes looking at you. I had a feeling of nervousness, butterflies and above all that he would not try to give me a heart attack. It was one thing to see fuzzy pictures on the web sites you had seen and another to see them in person…. Besides your height was not the tallest, you literally understood how the ants felt.

You saw the biggest of them all approaching, it seemed to be the leader, with red and blue flames, with what looked like parts of a truck, despite your situation it seemed interesting to you.

-Y/N, my name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots…. It is a pleasure to meet you, we read your project, it caught our attention, in part we need more human allies that promise us their commitment. If you decide to leave I will understand your motives but if you stay you will be apprenticed to one of our best doctors as well as learning about the coexistence you seek. Do we have your word?

You were trying to calm down when you saw that huge being kneeling in front of you and the rest of them looking at you, seeing that your nervous system was somewhat altered by the situation. Trying to calm down until you felt Lennox's hand on your shoulder as they were waiting for your answer.

You nodded as your mouth had gone dry trying to speak, the giant black robot was amused by your nervousness, he moved closer showing his cannons causing you to stumble to the ground, making him laugh.

-I like this squishy…. I'm going to like working with you

Well in the rest of the news they started to introduce you to the rest of the team, you already knew names like Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Sidewispe, etc. And the rest of the facilities, they put you in charge of working with Ratchet.

The weeks of adaptation were somewhat curious, as you were startled by every scare the twins and Sidewispe gave you.

Ratchet carefully taught you the systems of a robot to take care of them carefully: you learned the different parts of the body of a cybertronian, Ironhide taught you the workings of the weapons although his demonstrations still scared you so much firepower that you reflexively hid behind his leg.

Your favorite sessions were with Optimus, even though he was the biggest of them all, he was very nice to you… You started to get a little more trusting as you told each other about different experiences. He told you about his culture, his planet… You were more and more interested, he was also interested in your customs, your history. Besides, I know that his way of treating you was to carry you in his servos with care, sometimes he was contemplating, with his finger he touched your cheek, it was a strange contact but you felt quite comfortable. He had also put you on his shoulder. You didn't know if it was friendship you had with this bot, but you were happy to finally have a confidant.

You had been in NEST for a few months now, you learned quickly but there was something that had been bothering you in the last week about the behavior of a certain autobot leader.

At first it seemed to you that he was stressed out from the missions in order to find Megatron but every time you were near an Autobot he would get sideways and also with the humans you were working with. You don't talk like before either, every time you tried to talk to him alone he would disappear saying he had something else to do. This was starting to bother you a lot but with the meetings you didn't have the time or the moment.

-Y/N aren't paying attention to the lessons…. - Ratchet said as he tapped me on his digit.

-Sorry, Ratchet, I just had something else on my mind.

-You should be focused on where you are right now. Although I guess it's about Optimus right?

You were surprised to see that the doc bot had guessed it. Seeing your expression, he laughed at you a little.

-It's obvious, everyone at the base is aware of you… The truth is, we haven't seen Optimus happy with someone in millennia.

You sighed as I grabbed the tools and went to work on one of Ironhide's weapons.

-I don't understand his behavior lately… He's been acting so strange, I'm worried.

Ratchet cleared his throat as he became serious while forcing you to look at him with his digits on your chin - This business you should stay out of, y/n. He'll get over it, just try not to be alone with him.

You didn't understand why Ratchet gave you that advice you tried, he looked at you again - Believe me y/n, it's best to keep your distance from Optimus for now.

There was something you didn't understand about what was going on, you asked the rest of the Autobots about it, almost everyone gave you fuzzy answers about what was happening to the autobot leader, until you got to Ironhide who gave you another warning that left you even more surprised.

-Squishy, there are some things you shouldn't meddle with no matter how curious you are. Although if you solve your doubts I wish you luck so you can get out of it - said Ironhide

You were thoughtful about everything you had heard from the autobots, you missed Optimus since the last few months you had felt an attachment to the autobot leader that went beyond friendship with him. You admitted that you had fallen in love with that big guy with blue optics, his kindness, his authority and obviously his height and figure.

Although you were still curious about what was going on, you decided to follow the advice of the autobots not to be alone with the autobot leader for the time being. You were succeeding but every time you entered a room his gaze followed you everywhere. You literally felt like cat and mouse, there would come a time when cat would end up getting what he wanted even though you didn't know what.

Until one day when you were almost ready to leave because you had overstayed your welcome at the base, you heard a noise in the hangars.

Lennox and the military team explained to you that the farthest hangars of the base were for storage or special equipment for both autobots and humans. Something in your instincts told you that you should not go there but you decided to go out of curiosity, you opened the big door carefully, that place was dark so you stepped carefully not to touch anything dangerous.

Your nerves were on edge and the adrenaline was the only thing that kept you moving, you were getting closer to the source of the noise, at the same time you were seeing that there was smoke around, making this put you more alert than before, it was clear that you were not alone in this place.

You came to see a dim light at the back of the warehouse, it was difficult to pass with so many boxes around but you passed as you could. Finally you arrived carefully at the origin where you were surprised to see who was there.

It was Optimus, with his exhaust pipes producing smoke while on a large part of his body there was a pink liquid around his body.

You were about to approach to see if he was okay but you stopped when you heard him…

He was moaning?

He was at the same time rubbing what seemed to be his spike, while there was even more transfluid.

You remembered certain lessons that gave you some embarrassment from Ratchet. You were trying to remember but seeing the leader like that made you tingle. You shook your head it was clear you were not supposed to be here. You were going to tread carefully until you heard him moaning your name….

You tried to leave carefully until you bumped into one of the crates making a lot of noise.

-Who's there?" growled the autobot leader.

You tried to hide quickly only to feel a servo around your body. You closed your eyes, you were trembling at the sight.

-Look at me...

You opened your eyes to see how it was caressing you with its digits. - How long have you been here? - asked the autobot leader.

That tone made you shiver, it didn't seem like Optimus was the one he was talking to.

- I haven't seen anything, I'll leave without bothering...

-No... I've been avoiding this situation for the past few weeks, feeling jealous of the rest that came close to you and what hurts me the most is that you started avoiding me. My y/n... This time, you are going to stay by my side.

You didn't understand what was happening, until two of his fingers were touching your thighs making you shudder.

- You know how much I wanted you, your kindness and curiosity. Your smile, your beauty... and your figure. Oh Primus, my spike was begging to enter your body. To make you mine... I know you want it too

You moaned again, as you felt the pressure on your thighs... you were starting to feel hot I knew you should stop but at the same time you wanted to know where I wanted to go.

His optics were watching you seeing a smile on your face.

-Well I see that you agree....

Then you felt his glossa lick your neck and then kiss you while continuing the pressure on your thighs. Right now you were reacting to several streams of pleasure that you never thought was possible.

His digits removed your pants while he kept kissing you and you felt his glossa tasting your taste.

You moaned as you felt a digit around your entrance.

-I'm just preparing your body for the best part... let yourself go, my little one," he whispered in your ear as you felt his digit touching your insides moving up and down making you moan in different ways for the leader's pleasure while he whispered how much he wanted you, he loved you madly but at the same time he didn't want to scare you away.

You moaned again as you looked up at him.

- Then you too... - you said between moans as he digit around your walls.

-Yes... I love you and I need you...

You climaxed as he pulled out his digit and licked it. He smiled at you as you caught your breath. You thought you were going to rest but you saw he was bringing his spike closer.

-We're not done yet... I want to feel you more... Mine all mine

You were going to protest but you felt his spike enter inside of you and saw a big bulge through your body. He started to move slowly.

-You are so tight

As you gasped as you tried to take it, it overcame the digit. Once he adjusted to your body he began to move faster and faster and you both gasped at the same pace. He was about to climax, you fell in as he could.

-Wait I can't... ah! It's going to be too much.

-Ah! -Easy... i can't out! Ah! Oh Primus! - gasped Optimus as well.

You both climaxed as you felt your body fill with the transfluid.

Your belly completely swollen as he carefully removed his spike while some transfluid fell out.

-That was... Intense - you said while touching your belly - What happened to you?

Optimus kissed your forehead as he placed you close to his chest.

- We have heat cycles something your species would say in heat, I couldn't take it anymore.... I should have done it sooner though, my little one.

You smiled and I snuggled close.

-Then I won't move away next time.

Optimus chuckled and held you close.

You had learned a lesson from the heat cycles, something that was not to be the last time.

#sam writes #optimus prime #transformers #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #transformers x reader #robot x human #maccadam #maccadams #valveplug #transformers g/t #g/t #bayverse optimus prime #i wanted show this so long #i finally finished it #optimus #size difference

[spinningspencer]

Just thinking about how Spencer Reid would refuse to go to work in the morning without a goodbye from you.

If he gets his way, he gives you a long kiss, a bit too long to be just a goodbye kiss, but neither of you ever complain about it. A tight hug will do too, or some soft kisses stolen from your still sleepy lips when he gets a call from Hotch in the middle of the night.

But the worst days are when he can get nothing but a "Goodbye" or "love you" text because you weren't home when he had to leave for work. The whole team immediately knows that he didn't get his goodbye when he walks into the bureau without the usual sparkle in his eyes.

#he would be so clingy #because hes terrified of the fact it could be the last goodbye #sorry not sorry #i put it in the tags to make the post fluffy #if you read the tags thats on you #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid fluff #domestic fluff #domestic spencer reid #i need (someone like) him #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #criminal minds spencer reid #criminal minds #sam creates #sam writes

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Hangster as exes haunts my mind often, I forgot I wrote this snippet so I'm posting it on here, enjoy <3

Jake tried to breathe through the tight chested panic and residual fury he was feeling as he pushed the front door back open. He hadn't even been here for a full ten minutes.

Jake couldn't be around him. Not after everything.

He had made eye contact with Bradley from across the room right after he arrived. Bradley had stared him down like Jake was a deer and he was on a hunting trip. It had immediately set off every alarm in Jake's brain.

So he left.

The few party goers in the front yard didn't spare him a glance as he stormed off, letting the door close quietly behind him. He didn't want to make a scene. He was uncomfortable already, he was leaving quietly. That's all that was happening.

He didn't think much of it when he heard the door slam open. He didn't think much of the thundering footsteps. He was almost down the block when he heard someone call his name.

"Jake!"

He frowned as he turned around, having recognised the voice immediately.

Bradley was charging at him like a bull seeing red. Nostrils flaring, obviously drunk and pissed.

"So what, you can't even be around me? Is that what it is?" Bradley growled.

"What I feel is no longer any of your business, Rooster." Jake tried to keep his voice calm despite the way his heart was thundering against his chest.

"You turned tail the moment you saw me! You're a fucking coward who can't even exist in the same space as his ex!" Bradley jabbed a finger at him accusingly.

"Don't you dare call me a coward." Jake hissed, "I'm not the one who got scared and ran off when it got too real between us. I'm not the one who cut off his boyfriend and ghosted him for weeks without explanation. I'm not the one who brought up his boyfriend's shitty family life as an excuse to break it off!" Jake roared, everything bubbling up and boiling over.

Bradley's breathing was quick and heated. Jake had struck a nerve.

"I did what I had to do-"

"What? Because you wanted out? You could have just said that!" Jake threw his hands up, turning around a few steps then pacing back. "You fucking hurt me, Bradley. More than you realise." He snapped.

They stared at each other. The heated fury Jake had been feeling was dying down to coals and embers. He was back to that resigned numbness he had been drowning in since the break up.

"I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, Bradley." Jake's voice was uncharacteristically calm and quiet, shrouded in numbness. "I really, truly loved you."

He turned and left before Bradley could get another word in. He pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket and tried to not let the tears fall.

#sam writes #hangster #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun #tgm #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

[ad7red]

could you write sth for jack, where his gf (singer) is in the process of writing an album (for the sake of the fanfic, let’s pretend reputation by taylor swift is written by the reader!), and jack is the main inspiration? maybe they’re just cuddling one night and he asks her to sing sth from the album to him, and she sings a song she wrote about him and it’s just super fluffy and cute? (could the song also be ‘Call it what you want’? i think it’s so romantic!) thank u in advance, and i understand if maybe you’re not up for it! 🩷

GORGEOUS

AN ; mashed these together since they were kinda similar, im sorry it’s not hippie music!! also i changed the lyrics to match LMAO

PAIRING ; jack champion x singer!reader

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Jack couldn’t have been prouder, you, his girlfriend's debut album ‘Reputation’ has been a huge hit! He could not get over how big you’ve gotten over such a short period of time!

“Your a literal lyrical genius!” Jack had yelled from his side on your bed. You chuckled at his sincere words. “And you're an acting deity” you replied, reciprocating his energy.

He ignored your compliment as if it was nothing, his eyes full of admiration. “Seriously! How do you even come up with this type of stuff?”

You smirked as you scooted closer to where Jack was laying. “You really wanna know?” he nodded his head urgently. You booped him on the nose while answering “You, silly!” He shook his head in disbelief, “Me? Really?” You giggled at his surprise, you had assumed it was obvious that he was the inspiration behind your music.

“Who did you think Gorgeous was about?” you smiled at him as he connected the dots. “Chocolate brown eyes, lookin' in mine’ sound familiar?” He was smiling ear to ear, obviously delighted.

Just as you thought he couldn’t smile any bigger, he did. Then jumping onto you, placing all his weight onto you while singing -- closer yelling -- “YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS!! I CANT SAY ANYTHING TO YOUR FACE!!”. You laughed while trying to push him off, though it was no use, he was stronger than you were.

The more he sang, the more he peppered kisses all over your face. Line by line, he started to go through the song. While your vain attempts to get him to stop were no use.

He had reached the last line. “You're gorgeous.” even though he was just singing the song, you both knew he had intent behind his words.

He repeated it once more, but with the sing-songy voice he previously had on. “You’re gorgeous.”

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short n sweet :) also this is kinds bad i had no idea how to go abt this lol

#sam writes #jack champion #jack champion x fem!reader #jack champion x reader #x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #fanfic #scream #avatar #ethan landry gif #fluff

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hehe a bit late in the day but here's a lil miwip wednesday snippet... a different section from the same wip i posted a bit of last week. also ft another doodle

[text under the cut in case the images are hard to read]

It feels like something out of a comic book or a movie. Like a nightmare they’ll all wake up from at any moment, but it just doesn’t end. The rot keeps spreading, the sky cracking further open. Mike keeps his gaze fixed forward a few seconds longer to watch a flower crumble to ash in El’s hand, until more lightning strikes and he feels Will flinch beside him at the sound. 

Mike glances in his direction, and something about the combination of Will’s wide eyes and uneven breathing makes him feel like he’s been sent back in time. Like he’s 13 years old in Will’s bedroom again, stuck helplessly watching as the Mindflayer takes over. 

The main thing he’d been able to do back then was make sure Will wasn’t alone, but he wishes that he could have done more to stop that thing from hurting him in the first place. That he could really be the knight in shining armor Will sees him as, that he could have kept him safe. 

Or—well, at least that’s what Will painted him as, even if it was for El. Something about that still doesn’t sit right in his brain, but it doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that he meant what he said back in Lenora—he’s done pushing Will away because he’s incapable of sorting out his own shit. Will needs to know he’s here and he’s not going anywhere, that they’re in this together.

“Hey,” Mike whispers, and Will immediately turns his head. Mike wasn’t entirely prepared for how close that would put their faces, but he tries not to let it show. 

From where he’s standing, he can see Joyce and Hopper holding hands off in the distance, and he’s willing to bet behind him Jonathan and Nancy are, too. He entertains the idea of doing the same for a fraction of a second, until reality crashes back in as he catches sight of El moving around and inspecting more flowers in his peripheral vision.

He still reaches out but settles on Will’s upper arm instead, “It’s gonna be okay, we’re gonna be okay,” he repeats himself the way he often does, like if he says something enough times it’ll just become true.

#miwip wednesday #byler #byler art #will byers #mike wheeler #sam doodles #sam writes #i am writing this thing soooo out of order but hey i have an outline now 👍