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ozzgin · 23 days

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BNHA Headcanons: Pro-Hero AU! Todoroki Shoto x Reader

A/N: Posting this separately for @eudonyx so people don't get confused by the Christmas greetings in the ask (I am that slow for some things unfortunately). 😭

Featuring Shoto as a loving husband to Reader. (Gender Neutral, fluff)

If there's one thing Todoroki greatly appreciates, it's routine. But not the kind of routine you'd expect, such as mere morning habits. You see, his life as a pro-hero is quite erratic and unpredictable. You never know when disaster will hit. Or when a villain needs to be defeated. But among this chaos, there's one thing that always stands true, one aspect that never changes: at the end of the day, he comes home to you.

In fact, he'd go as far as to say you're his little corner of peace. The world may burn; as long as his (Y/N) is by his side, there's still hope to cling onto. It's just the way it's always been: You are his greatest source of comfort. And so, after a long, busy day, he cannot wait to open the door and see your welcoming smile and hear your soothing voice.

It's the little things in life that matter. This is the philosophy Todoroki adheres to. He has a fantastic reputation, and the masses adore him. He's frequently interviewed and invited to events. Yet, for him, nothing compares to an evening spent hanging out with you. No amount of fame can ever compare to the love and understanding he receives from his one and only spouse.

Such thoughts are naturally matched by gestures to prove it. Todoroki is an incredibly thoughtful husband. Mind you, he's not the type to impress you with gestures of grandeur. He's one of the top heroes and could easily arrange extravagant proposals if you so desired. He prefers, however, to show he cares in quieter ways. Randomly returning with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Stopping by your favorite bakery to surprise you with sweets. Handing you tickets to an upcoming concert of your favorite singer (yes, he took the time off from the moment he heard about it).

He is also not one to parade you around, but he will be very firm about his relationship. From an awkward, easily flustered boy, to a tactful, confident man. It's not uncommon for Shouto to be approached by fans with flirtatious intents. In that case, he will smile and keep his distance, adjusting his suit with the same hand that bears his ring. "I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I love my spouse", he'll confess cheerfully. "I can understand your feelings, I am the same as you when it comes to (Y/N)", he'll relate empathetically.

Shouto strives for peace and justice, like any other hero, though he'd be lying if he said it's his main motivation. In reality, his driving force is you. He will do his best again today, so that he can return into your arms once everything is done.

#gn reader #gender neutral reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bnha au #pro hero au #pro hero shouto #shouto todoroki #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader

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antisocial-mochi267 · 1 month

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JIMIN fic recs Oneshots

Part 2

I made this list for myself and never planned to post it so..(there might be mistakes).. Hope it helps!! And please leave a comment/like/reblog or any reviews guys the writers should receive the appreciation they deserve (I'll be eventually adding more fics here) MINORS STRICTLY DNI

Fluff :-☁️

Angst :-🥀

Smut :-🔥

Crack :-🎃

Personal Favourite :- ✨

1. Blessing and a curse__☁️🎃✨ (college!au, magic!au, S2F2L) @btsmosphere

2. Home is where the heart is__☁️🥀(single mother, idol jm × idol reader) @bangtanfanfiction

3. Sky fell down in front of us__☁️🥀🎃✨(S2F2L,pinning) @army-author

4. Fleeting forevers__☁️ (neighbors!au & dystopian!au S2F2L). @threeletterslife

5. Into the spiritual realm__☁️🥀✨ (spirited away au, mystery, happy ending). @threeletterslife

6. Reset__☁️🥀🔥✨ (short-amnesia kinda jimin, college au, S2F2L). @dovechim

7. Lovely Demons__☁️🥀🔥✨(Fantasy , E2L, Princes of Hell! Jimin × Witch reader au) @kpopfanfictrash

8. Black Swan__☁️🥀✨ (Yandere, Cursed prince Jimin× princess reader, Obsession). @deepdarkdelights

9. Eternal sunlight__☁️🥀🔥✨(College AU, soulmate au, established relationship) @kidguk

10. First snow last kiss__☁️🥀 (architect!reader, exes to lovers). @taeshobipop

11. Porcelain__✨(Yandere, Obsession, Kidnapping, Murder, dark) @deepdarkdelights

12. Blooming days__☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ (Bf2L , college au) @bluekyun

13. Worshipers of the spring__☁️🥀🔥(GOD au) @jimlingss

14. Everything__☁️🥀🔥✨(supposed Arrange marriage AU, childhood friends/fiance's to lovers, coming of age au) @kpopfanfictrash

15. Nothing a Lil green can't fix__☁️🥀🎃✨ (Best friends au, satisfying ending, coming of age, slice of life au, bittersweet) @threeletterslife

16. Taboo attachment__☁️🎃✨ (Demon AU, contract marriage to lovers kinda). @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

17. Equinox__☁️✨(King of spring!Jimin x Queen of Winter!reader, pinning) @crystaljins

18. The tears of a rose__ ☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ ( archaeology major!jimin x business major! female! , adventure, college au, treasure hunt) @ebonyinktea

19. Reducto your ass__☁️🎃✨ (Hogwarts au). @bangtanfanfiction

20. Cry me a galaxy__☁️🥀✨(guardian angel jimin x reader) @army-author

21. I want to be with you __☁️🥀🔥✨(strangers (fan) to friends to lovers, idol jimin) @oddinary4bts

22. Running through the night__☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ (ballet instructor!jimin x art teacher!, fake dating AU, F2L). @sketchguk

23. Autumn leaves__☁️🎃✨(witch!jimin, witch!reader, arranged marriage au) @alilbihh

24. The duality of a man__☁️🎃(college au, project partner). @taesthetes

25. When the ice melts__☁️🥀🎃✨(ex skater jimin ×skater reader, figure skating au). @crystaljins

26. Sugar spice and everything nice__☁️🎃🔥✨(weak sperm jimin x witch! reader, crack smut mostly) @dovechim

27. Florezco__☁️🔥✨(Soft smut and softie jm, kinda learner jm × guide reader) @honeymoonjin

28. Cookies Charades__☁️🎃✨(Roommate to best friends to Lover, college au). @btsmakesmehappy

29. Bakery 1995__☁️🥀🎃✨ (baker!jimin, bakery cafe au, childhood friends-to-lovers ) @artaefact

30. Ephemera__☁️🥀✨(stranger/penpals to lovers kinda, tragedy). @akinnie75

31. Shadows in the graveyard__☁️🎃🔥✨ (supernatural, horror, established relationship, humour, halloween au). @minisugakoobies

32. The mansion__✨(Yandare jimin× married reader, horror, obsessive, supernatural , kidnapping). @darkestcorners

33. Touched by a fallen star__☁️🥀🔥✨(Prince jimin, fantasy, supernatural, slight smut, soulmate au?) @cutaepatootie

34. Fall like moondrops__☁️🥀🎃✨(Post college au, F2L, whipped jimin, pinning) @madbutgloriouspond

35. Hard to say__☁️🎃🔥✨( bestfriend to lovers, highschool au). @floralseokjin

36. Metanoia__☁️🎃✨(kinda Bad boy jimin , Hogwarts au). @taesthetes

37. Firelight__☁️🔥(Established relationship, camping au). @kpopfanfictrash

38. Prey for me__🔥🥀✨(Yandere, Vampire Jimin × human reader , Stalking, Obsession) @deepdarkdelights

39. Potions__☁️🥀🎃✨(Prince Jimin × Healer reader, royal au, pinning) @taleasnewastime

#jimin #jimin fic #bts x reader #jimin smut #jimin comfort #bts fic #yandere!jimin #jimin horror #bts fic rec #jimin fic recs #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin × reader #bts #bts imagines #jimin imagine #jimin oneshot

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tikus-library · 2 months

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"Books to Bread"

Night Hunter AU

Characters: Walter Marshall x Reader

Posted: Feb 10th

WARNINGS: none?

A/N: Have a draft dump. I want to do more for this, but life is a bit chaotic rn. I haven't posted in a minute, so this is one of my many hidden drafts. I did attempt to edit but 🤷‍♀️

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

It was hard to miss the guy.

Definitely over six foot, dark unruly curls framing a serious face with a thick beard, thick dark brows drawn down as a scowl marred his lips. Nice lips, you thought, eyes raking over his tall muscular form. No better than a man, you scolded yourself with a smirk.

You shifted, careful not to draw attention to yourself as the other women in the book shop didn't even try to hide the way they ogled him.

In the town of Port Tenebris there weren't many that looked like him and plenty more women ready to welcome him. You had heard there had been a recent new body that had moved into town, ex-detective, if gossip was right…

“I've read that one.”

You jumped at the low smooth voice that came from beside you and looked over and then up… and up again till you met deep vibrant blue eyes. You swallowed as he reached out with one thick arm, fingers catching your elbow as he offered you a smile in apology.

“I didn't mean to surprise you…?”

The way he lifted an eyebrow meant he was asking for your name, instead you looked down at the book in your hands, “into romance?” You asked instead.

He held the smile, “not ashamed of it,” he answered, “and that one is actually more of a forensic thriller.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he offered you a quick tilt of his head and a smile before going back to looking at the books in front of you. “It's a romance,” you stated.

He flipped through the book in his hands, it looked tiny, he shrugged without looking at you. He had of course seen you enter the bookstore, not that he had been following, no. He had most definitely not followed you from the tiny diner where you had verbally assaulted a jackass of a man that had been handsy with the young waitress there.

He simply wanted to get your name. Maybe your phone number… how did he do this again?

“It's a romance,” you said again. “I have every book by Billie Martinez, she writes romance.”

“I mean,” he shrugged again, suppressing the smirk that itched to fight its way to his lips, out the corner of his eye he saw you turn to him and scowl. This was something, ever since he'd stepped foot in this little Port every woman had given him the look, it had been amusing at first.

“Explain.”

He coughed to hide the short laugh that escaped him, “she hides it under the romance, but, when you read it you'll understand. You'll also want to slap the shit out of the male lead.”

You looked down at the book in your hands, he let his eyes wander to your curvy waist, “maybe… I shouldn't get it” you mused, thinking of the man at the Cafe you had laid into, “I think I've had my fair share of irritating men for the day.” He made a noise that had you looking up in time to catch his tongue flick out over his bottom lip, eyes jerking up to meet your gaze.

Had he…? No.

He cleared his throat, “fair,” it was all he could think of and watched as you started to put the book back, “but I could pay for it and then you'll not regret leaving it behind.”

You sighed, this conversation had already gone on longer than you had wanted. You had purposefully been attempting to avoid talking to him as conversations with others always seemed to go awry. In a weird way. You supposed it was your fault, no one else had that problem really.

“No, no need to buy me a book when you don't even know me.”

“Walter.”

You took a small step back, a little confused.

“Walter Marshall, Im… th-thats my name,” he smiled awkwardly, turning to you and shoving a hand into his pocket. “I started work in the Bakery in town? Owned by Kate and her husband? Uh, they offered me a job there… Now I'm not a stranger.”

You nodded, fingers tapping at the book's spine, before letting your arm drop to your side. “Nice to meet you Walter Marshall, who works in the bakery owned by Kate and her husband. I should be going.”

He had struck out yet again. Sighing heavily as you stepped away and made for the front of the store. He snatched the book up and hurried after you, eyes falling on your ass, before he rolled them scolding himself silently.

“Please, no name, let me buy you the book then. You collect her books and it'll be incomplete.”

You pulled away from him, studying him warily.

He knew that kind of look and took a step back. “I'll leave you alone,” he hummed, turning away, he shouldn't have pushed. Maybe you had moved here to hide yourself, he understood that.

“Alright,” he heard you sigh and turned around quickly. “But don't complain if I come down to find you at the bakery and yell at you there about the dumb male lead.”

Walter grinned, “you won't hear a complaint from me.” He watched you tilt your head to the side, enjoying how easily he could read your thoughts clear in your expression. “I'll even treat you to something I've baked.” Your eyes jumped back to his face, something he decided he wanted right then and there. To have your full and complete attention. “To apologize for dumb males that is.”

You snickered, eyes lighting up, “then I hope you are a baker of delicious sweets and golden bread!”

He almost forgot to breathe as your eyes scrunched up beautifully as you laughed. “You'll fall in love with my bread and butter,” Walter flashed you a toothy grin as he led you to pay for the book, “plus, this is essential to the series. You can't miss out on this book.”

“Oh, no! Then absolutely buy it.”

You followed along, noting the pairs of eyes tracking the two of you. There would be gossip and questions, a little inconvenient but nothing you couldn't handle. He thanked the cashier who nodded wordlessly and stepped towards the door where he paused, dragging a pen out of his pocket and scribbling on the receipt, tucking it into the cover of the book.

“In case the bakery is closed and you want to yell at me.”

You felt your neck heat, he wrote in all capitals, clear and neat. He crossed his sevens, huh. “No promises.”

Walter scowled at his phone, yet was quick to flick the screen and scan the words there blearily. It was past three am and he was due up in an hour to begin baking.. right. He was a baker now.

Unknown: I love thick slices of warm bread with butter that melts beautifully.

Unknown: He deserves to be run over…. Multiple times.

Unknown: what an idiot. He let her walk away?!

He sat up and smiled.

WM: I did warn you, suppose I owe you bread.

Unknown: Y/N

WM: ?? Uhh, which character?

Unknown: my name is Y/N

Walter woke up fully.

WM: nice to meet you Y/N.

Leave Kudos on Ao3

#books to bread #walter x reader #walter marshall #night hunter au #henry cavill #draft dump

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chosoniisan · 5 months

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my, what a big heart you have ↠ kamo choso

↠pairing: (wolf) kamo choso | (fox) reader

↠setting: (modern) hybrid au, but make it subtle-ish

↠genre: dark romance-esque

↠caution: yandere behavior (obsession, manipulation, stalking); minor injuries/blood; masochism; (my size/height kink strikes again)

↠summary: you think nothing of it when choso from your office floor invites you over to work on a department report (but perhaps that was your mistake)

↠authoress' notes: I'm so weak to hybrid au stuff and wanted to try my hand at it, particularly with a predator/predator dynamic (although foxes are notoriously skittish), so here we are //// I know this needs to be fleshed out a bit more, but I wanted to write something in-universe as a baseline for future revisiting purposes :')

“Choso, I want to go home.”

Lacing peachy temperance with a touch of diplomacy at the end.

“You just got here, though. . .”

In exchange for stifling a curled lip, portending the razor edge of a sneer, you’re overtaken by the stark dip in your brow and your slightly lifted chin, not so subtly flirting with unfounded authority. “Choso, I’m going home, now.” Despite pure unwavering rolling like thunder, threatening to splinter through his marrow from your pitch alone, he doesn’t flinch. It’s as if he’s utterly immune to the implications blistering in the air, but you’re not opposed to translating a suggestion into plain letters if it means he’ll relinquish his post in front of the door. “So, I would appreciate it if you could just let me leave before it gets too late.”

“But I don’t want you to go yet.” Said simply, too innocently for the deteriorating situation at hand, yet it’s his tilted head and rosy look that has you bristling in full. “I really enjoy your company.”

“That’s the problem.” Cyanide burns on your palate, enough to make you wince and wish in hindsight to take it back because thanks to him you’ve become every bit of the thorn starving to make an open wound out of him. If only he had kept his distance; if only you hadn’t toed the line of dangerous, harrowing, dawning calamity. “I don’t want to be anything other than coworkers. I don’t want to be acquaintances, or friends, or whatever you think we are.”

He blinks at you, genuinely perplexed and not at all reeling back from the pang of a knife driven to the core of him, right where he’s fleshy and oh so sensitive. (There is something horrifically wrong with him, beyond the obvious.) “Did I do something to upset you. . .?” You don’t know which is more audacious—the inkling of a warble in his voice or the absolute refusal to swallow the bitter pill of your rejection. The latter seems to be winning out in your head. . .that is, until he’s a handful of steps closer, encroaching into your orbit in earnest and before you can contemplate recoiling back. (Calm down, you’re not caught yet, there’s still time to weasel your way out of this.) “Was it the tea? I was sure I’d gotten the brand you usually drink at lunch—”

“—Choso, no, that’s not what I’m talking about—”

“—Or maybe I messed up getting pastries for a snack instead of something savory—”

“—Stop, Choso, I’m serious—”

“—But you’re always going to that bakery after work since you’ve got a sweet tooth, so I thought—”

Selectively tuning him out now that you’ve reached the point of no return where you’re primed to throw caution to the wind and make a break for it while he’s corded with untold mania. Unfortunately, the throes of delirium don’t negate the fact that his kind is big, nightmarishly mountainous, and he’s no exception, outsizing you as easily as he breathes. Of course you know that, have always known that in the back of your head, but try telling your thump, thump, thumping heart that when you’re squarely at the epicenter of him. And that’s before you even factor in the festering of his true colors like a contagion, none too surreptitiously admitting to his sins at the foot of your confessional. Which begs the question. . .if he’s willing to divulge his rotten habit of prying into your periphery while you’re none the wiser, then what is he actually keeping close to the chest?

No, scratch that, you don’t want to find out, and you won’t find out if you can help it. The key is to catch him while his guard is down, to stance yourself on the balls of your feet, to measure the distance to the door in a few frantic bounds, to take a deep breath and worry less about the inevitable fallout from your escape. By the time the dust clears, you’ll be turning in your transfer request, and with any luck they’ll relocate you to the Sapporo office, sure, you’re not the arctic type, but you’ll take brutal winters over him brutalizing you—

Right then dizziness spells over you, and you don’t realize it’s too late until it is.

“. . .Are you okay?” Echoes with ripe sincerity, except when did Choso constellate himself this closely to you? Enough that you can feel the heat of him tiding over you to the point of drowning beneath the surface? Is your undoing thinking that you could foil him not with your stature but with a head start toward the door? Backed against the wall, desperate to turn tail and run for the hills (literally), you think so.

“Maybe it would be best if you sat down for a bit. I can get you some water, too, that should help you feel better, yeah?” Comes another attempt at cloying coercion, whisking straight through one ear and out the other, has no choice but to when your pitifully vulpine brain is fraying at the edges, cannibalizing itself up before he has a chance to dig his claws into your grey matter.

Claws and not fingers, because he is every bit vicious, unseamed, hungry for a taste with an open hand—

“Don’t touch me.”

Split blood and wolf’s flesh cake underneath your fingernails, nauseating an already faintly you.

See how quick you are to spurn him, ravage him right up until you’re faced with the spatter of your transgressions. You’re frozen like a sheet of ice, aren’t you, and you can’t even deign a look at the sticky dead weight abandoned at your side. Though out of sight, out of mind is wishful thinking on your part when he’s brandishing your self-infliction before his eyes, almost as if he’s committing those jagged fault lines to memory. Short-term memory, considering it’ll be the final remnants of you.

You think your demise begins with his full-mooned gazing and a flicker of pink across his lip. But. “I’m sorry, really sorry for making you mad—I didn’t mean to, I swear.” In the end, his tail is tucked between his legs, matched only by a desire to endear himself into your good graces in spite of reaping your consequences. While you’re very much out of your mind, losing your sense of self before the rest of you follows, you’ve cobbled enough scraps to appreciate the absurdity of the situation. Him, reveling in desecration like it’s a virtue. “You probably want to scratch and bite me some more, right? I don’t mind, no—” he presents the untouched sweep of his forearm: an offering for your consumption, “I want you to take your anger out on me, to punish me with pain, it’s what I deserve.”

Blanching not from his proximity (you need only part your lips for a mouthful of sinew), and neither from the madness of him in spades (tufts slanted forward amongst a ruby-rich flush), but because he thinks you to be untamed, a rabid thing in a delicate, softly shell.

And he’s right.

Laid bare before him, there’s a sharp prickling in the corners of your eyes, even more so when you’re keen to an itch that sparks from your synapses to the taper in your teeth. This is his fault, all of it: he’s the one eating away at you until you’re raw and deeply unstitched. So when you inevitably bare your fangs back, you, a girl of prey, he’s rightfully deserving of the blame.

At least that’s what reason dictates—and you are far removed from it. Enough that you fall into the embrace of collapse, or what ends up as the cradle of his arms, true to his word of taking your savagery as his own. But for now you know he’s beyond satiated with a misty-eyed you staining the front of his shirt: the cacophony of chest-deep drumming and incessant swish, swishing says so.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he tries soothing you in a quieted mantra, petting along the back of your head and exploiting the receptive patch behind your folded flaps; that only draws an unwanted lilt along with a fresh wave of tears.

“You can hurt me as much as you want, as much as you need—I’ll still take care of you, I promise.”

(Perhaps residing in his stomach wouldn’t have been such a bad fate after all.)

#choso x reader #choso x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #choso #choso kamo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Fluffcember 2023 | Masterlist

Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge, hosted by my amazing friend and little Pumpkin @buckys-wintersoldier! 🎄

On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way, and they will combine angst, fluff and smut. Each one shot will have its own appropriate warnings when necessary. All stories will be '' x Fem!Reader '' unless specified otherwise.

If you'd like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Main Masterlist. I hope you will enjoy all the works I've created in anticipation of Fluffcember! 🎄

I do not work with a tag list. If you want to be kept up to date when I post new fanfictions, you can follow @nicoline1998enilocin-library 🎄

Header: Yours truly | Banner: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics

Angst ~ 🥀 | Fluff ~ 🎄 | Smut ~ 🔥

Day 1 | Don't go baking my heart | 🥀 🎄 🔥 | Tony Stark Prompt | Bakery AU You and Tony are the last ones working to prepare a large order in his bakery when a thunderstorm threatens to squash every chance you two have of finishing on time. When there's a power outage, you get a panic attack, and Tony's there to help you through it. In the heat of the moment, he can't keep his feelings to himself and blurts them out, leading to the perfect evening after all.

Day 2 | Perfectly imperfect | 🎄 | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes Prompt | ''You're perfect in my eyes'' Bucky has been under a lot of stress from his missions lately, so Steve decides to surprise him with a romantic night at home. Just the two of them, a candle lit dinner, a massage and some soft music. That's all Bucky could ever want, and he's very thankful to have someone as sweet and caring as Steve as his husband.

Day 3 | Kiss me if you dare | 🎄 🔥 | Ransom Drysdale Prompt | Kissing booth Some students have decided to set up a kissing booth to raise money for your upcoming senior prom. The person in the booth is the guy you've had a crush on for a long time: Ransom Drysdale. Little do you know he's standing there with one motive only: kissing you, the woman he's been crushing on since day one.

Day 4 | The softest pillow | 🎄 🔥 | Sebastian Stan Prompt | ''You're my new pillow'' You've been dating Sebastian for over a month, and he has invited you to spend the night at his house for the first time. He has planned a comfortable and romantic night for you both, and you've never had more fun staying at home than you did with him.

Day 5 | Forever yours | 🎄 | Steve Rogers Prompt | Small presents Anyone close enough to Steve knows he has two love languages. One being physical touch, the other being the gift of small presents. Steve never fails to surprise you when he gifts you something that you only spoke about once in a throwaway comment, and it makes you appreciate him even more than you already did.

Day 6 | Apology accepted | 🥀🔥 | Ari Levinson Prompt | ''Don't smile at me like this'' You and Ari have a big fight, and it doesn't go how Ari thinks when you storm out of the house. Spending time apart has always been difficult for the both of you since you've constantly been conjoined at the hip. The time apart gives you both time to think, and when you come back, Ari is more than ready to apologize the best way he knows how.

Day 7 | Snowed in together | 🎄 🔥 | Robert Downey Jr. Prompt | Cuddles, kisses, hot chocolate You're enjoying a ski trip with your husband until you're snowed in at the log cabin you're staying in. It's a good thing you've gotten the perfect routine down for snowy days, and you enjoy every single second of the cuddles, kisses, and hot chocolate as you try to turn this day into an unforgettable one.

Day 8 | Little River | 🎄 | Loki Laufeyson Prompt | Sleepy back hugs You just found out you're having a baby, but since Loki is away on a long undercover mission you can't tell him about it just yet. Instead, you turn to your best friend, Natasha, to come up with the perfect way to tell Loki you're expecting. Once everything is in place and Loki is back home, you can't wait to reveal the news and see his reaction to your growing family.

Day 10 | All these years | 🎄 | Andy Barber Prompt | Shut up and kiss me again!'' You never expected that one warm summer night and one too many beers would be able to turn your life upside down, but when it happened, you're glad it did. After harboring a crush on your best friend for years, you're relieved to find out how he feels, and you could smack yourself for not seeing it sooner.

Day 11 | I'm s-mitten for you | 🎄 | Young!Tony Stark Prompt | Christmas market It's a perfect winter day outside, so you're all going to the Christmas market together. It's a fun afternoon with snow, Christmas cheer, games, and festive snacks. You enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate or warm milk and a Christmas movie in the evening before having a big sleepover in the living room.

Day 12 | All the reasons why I love you | 🎄 | Chris Evans Prompt | ''That's the first time I've ever heard you laugh'' Today is your wedding day, and Chris recalls some of his most fond memories of you, his wife. From the moment you first met to the moment he first heard your laugh, not a single moment is forgotten by him. It is at that moment that you realize how much he paid attention to all the little things, and why you have fallen for him in the first place all those years ago.

Day 14 | Popping your cherry | 🥀 🎄 🔥 | Ransom Drysdale Prompt | Roommate AU You're just coming home from the worst date, but it's good that your roommate, Ransom, is there to cheer you up. After a long talk with him, you confess you've only been looking for someone willing to take your virginity, and that's when Ransom steps in and is more than happy to help you do just that.

Day 16 | Mile High Club | 🎄 | Iron Man!Tony Stark Prompt | ''Is it okay if I fall asleep here?'' You and Tony have been in a secret relationship for the past seven months, and you're being sent on the first mission for just the two of you since you've become an Avenger. Seeing how the two of you will have nothing but time during the long flight to the other side of the world, he wants nothing more than to make you a part of the Mile High Club.

Day 18 | Love is all you knead | 🎄 🔥 | Tony Stark Prompt | ''You're so cute, you know that?'' Today is the first day you'll be staying over at Tony's house, and he plans to make it a night you'll never forget. It all goes differently than you expected because when you meet his housemate, your attention is completely focused on him as soon as you arrive. Nevertheless, Tony will ensure you'll have a wonderful first night at his house; he'll go above and beyond to do exactly that.

Day 25 | Up to snow good! | 🥀 🎄 🔥 | Young!Tony Stark This year, you're spending Christmas at Howard and Maria's house, and it is bound to be a Christmas you'll never forget. From unexpected guests to snowball fights, and from some spicy moments to cuddles with your Munchkins, it'll have everything and more you could (or couldn't) want out of a Christmas at your in-laws.

#fluffcember 2023 #masterlist

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WHAT'S WRONG WITH SECRETARY LEE

pairing: secretary! lee jeno x boss! reader

featuring: nct and more

tags: smau + written parts, romance, fluff, angst, humour, crack, suggestive, mature content

disclaimer: all my works are solely fiction and entirely brought by my imagination ( or inspired by movies, songs,etc.. ), it doesn't relate to the real lives of the idols mentioned. any similarities to other works are purely coincidental. i do not allow anyone to repost or translate my works.

inspired by: what's wrong with secretary kim

summary: cha y/n is the vice-chairman of a major corporation. her world is shaken when, one day, her highly-capable secretary, lee jeno , announces that he will resign from her position after working for cha y/n for three years. y/n then decided to do whatever she can after talking to her best friend, who happens to be a board director in her company, to make sure jeno stays by her side.

warnings: slice of life, smut , angst, drama, boss y/n au, romance, horrible humour. if any of these topics aren't up to your taste please do not read!

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authors note : now i know that i have many projects going on rn, but i couldn't wait to post this one as well, as its one of my favourites. the updates might be a little slow in the beginning but i will make a schedule soon .

taglist : open

likes, reblogs, replies, and asks are always very appreciated<33

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I feel like crying that Bakery AU is almost finished. I’m so sad to see it go. I know it has to end but it’s so special you know? 😭

I want to see the post reveal relationship dynamics, the reactions from family and friends, the kwamis, Nathalie/wherever the peacock is, more kissing, an epilogue... There’s so much there

Once it’s over I’m gonna have to make an appreciation post but for now take my tears

#miraculous ladybug #ml #bakery enemies au #I’m going to miss it so much #it means so much to me #buggachat rocks #such a special and important series #crying

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mythos-writes · 2 years

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Soulmates

Arthur Shelby x Solomons! Reader

Plot: Everyone has someone waiting for them. Arthur doesn’t believe that, but his soulmate mark gives him a little hope for the future… (Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 1842

Warning: Swearing, smoking, the typical Peaky Blinders warnings

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

I do not give permission for anyone to repost/ post my stories, with or without credit. Reblogs, comments, etc. are more than welcomed, but please DO NOT copy and paste my stories that you may like onto another platform.

Arthur was sitting in the Garrison, waiting for his brothers, with a whiskey in hand. He was jealous of his brothers and the relationships that they have. He sighs before downing the rest of his whiskey. He pulls his sleeve up, revealing the little image on his wrist. It was a little daisy. He always thought it was ridiculous, a big tough gangster having this little flower on his wrist, but whenever he was in these moods, looking down at it, gave him some hope that she is out there. He gently dragged his thumb over the soft lines.

“I’ll find you soon my dear. Promise,” he whispers.

(Y/N) was walking around the bakery, with a handful of papers, needing to find her brother to sign them and or look them over. She looks up to see Ollie walking by.

“Oi, Ollie, is Alfie free?” she asks, making her way to Alfie’s runner. Ollie looked over to the office before turning back to her.

“He has company at the moment, but what are you needing,” he asks. (Y/N) groans at his words. She just wanted to go home at this point.

“Just some stuff for him to look over. I might just barge into his office, whether he likes it or not,” she proposes, knowing that her brother can’t stay mad at her.

“Well, Alfie might be fine with that, the Shelby’s might not appreciate it,” he points out. She just rolls her eyes.

“They need to learn to get the sticks out of their asses sometimes,” she says, moving past him and towards the closed office door.

“Alfie or the Shelby’s?” Ollie questions. “Both!” she yells over her shoulder. She gave a quick knock on the door before opening it. All four men turned to look at her.

“What? It’s like you lot have never seen a woman before?” she teased. She closes the door behind her before walking toward Alfie, he was not impressed at her stunt at all.

“(Y/N) what is so important that you have to come barging into my office when I am in a meeting?” he questions, trying not to throw his anger at her.

“Just wanted to drop these off before I left for the day,” she comment, dropping the stack in front of him. She turned towards the three others, very shocked at what is happening.

“Oh, silly me I forgot to introduce myself. I’m (Y/N) and I can see that you have met my brother here,” she says tilting her head towards a very pissed Alfie. Tommy was trying to hide his amusement at the dynamic between the two.

“Well, now that I have made my daily quote of annoying my brother, I will bid you all a good rest of the meeting,” she says while making her way towards the door. She makes eye contact with who looks like the oldest out of the three Shelbys. She felt her wrist start to burn a little, but quickly ignored it and made her way out of the office.

(Y/N) went behind one of the brewing drums and quickly rolled up her sleeve. She sees a rash surrounding the mark on her wrist. She gently stroked the small flower, trying to soothe the spot. She looked around, making sure no one would bug her in her confusion.

A hand came on her shoulder, and she nearly jumped into one of the tanks. She quickly turned to see Ollie standing behind her.

“Wow, are you ok?” he questions, concerned a little at her hasty actions. She looked back to the closed office door before making eye contact with him. Her actions scared Oillie a little, he had never seen her like this.

“I think my soulmate is in that room,” she says gesturing towards the office. Ollie looked at her like she had three heads.

“Wait are you serious,” she gives him an unamused look. “Yeah, and it's fucking Alfie. Of fucking course I’m serious,” she states nervously.

“Ok, so who do you think it is?” he asks, trying to bring her back down.

“I know it’s not Thomas, I would have known a while ago,” she thinks. “It wasn’t the younger one, John I think is his name,” she deciphers.

“So it only leaves Arthur,” Ollie states. She points a finger at him. “Yeah, he’s the older taller one right?” Ollie nods at her words. “ We locked eyes and then this flared up,” she gestures to her wrist. Ollie gives her a smile before bringing her into a hug.

“What is this for?” she questions but returns the hug anyway.

“This is a good luck hug. For dealing with Alfie and the Shelby’s,” he says before releasing her and walking back to his work.

She sighs, trying to regain her thoughts when she hears the office door open. (Y/N) peaked out of her hiding spot to see Arthur standing there, looking through, to try to find her. When their eyes met, it was like time stopped. He nodded his head to go outside, she nods before watching him go towards the front. (Y/N) collects herself before following her out.

When she was greeted by the busy streets of Camden, she started to look for the older Shelby. A hand landed on her shoulder again, causing her to gasp and quickly turn around. She was greeted with a broad chest, a fine tailored suit, and shadowed eyes.

“Hello,” she says, very timidly. The woman that stands in front of Arthur is very different than the woman that barged into Alfie’s office without a care in the world.

“Hello,” he replies, fiddling with his suit jacket.

They stood there for a moment before he pulled up his sleeve, revealing his little daisy. She gently traces the delicate lines, feeling the sparks flow through her fingertips. (Y/N) rolled her up, showing the matching flower. His callused figures do the same actions that she just did before their gazes meet again.

Arthur then brought her into a hug. She was shocked but quickly wrapped her arms around him. It felt like a dream, many sleepless nights, up thinking that this moment would never happen. The scent of whiskey and smoke filled her nose, not wanting to let go.

“You’re real,” Arthur whispers, causing her heart to break a little.

“I am real and I won’t be disappearing ever,” she states, moving away from his warm body a little, wanting to see his face. She moves her hand to gently cup his face, tracing her thumb along his cheek. They leaned closer, lips ghosting against each other.

“Arthur.” “(Y/N)” Alfie and Thomas call at the same time, breaking the little moment of happiness between the two. The two look back to their sibling, Thomas looking like he is almost holding back the Camden gangster.

“What’s going on here?” Alfie questions. The two look between each other and then back to them. Tommy catches the matching marks and a smile crosses his stone face.

“Um, Alfie, my friend, you will be seeing a lot more of Arthur and I’ll be seeing a lot more of (Y/N),” he states before gesturing to their marks. Alfie's eyes followed the line, seeing the matching flowers.

“You got to be fucking kidding me,” he states walking back into the bakery. John walked over to the two and clapped Arthur’s back.

“You found her! Told ya don’t give up,” he says with his usual cocky smile.

(Y/N) sat in the kitchen, fiddling with her wedding ring, waiting for Arthur to return home. He had spent the whole day at the Garrison, doing what he would normally do, while she stayed home and did house chores. They had been together for six months before Arthur popped the question. Then three weeks later they were having their weddings. They ended up having two ceremonies, one traditional Jewish wedding for her family and a more casual one for his. They decided that they would stay in Birmingham, much to Alfie’s dismay.

The sound of the door clicking open brought her out of her mindless thoughts. She moved to the foyer to see Arthur placing his hat and coat on the rack. He looks over and meets her gaze. A smile grows across his face before walking closer to her.

“Hello love,” he says, bringing her into his embrace. She nuzzles her head against his chest, welcoming his warmth.

“I have a surprise for you,” she says, moving her head a little so she could look up at him. Arthur cocks an eyebrow at her.

“A surprise?” she nods her head before pulling him into the kitchen. They walk in and a lidded box sits on the table. She nudges him forward to go open it.

He reaches to open it, keeping his eyes on her instead of the box. (Y/N) nods before he pulls the lid off and looks in. All he saw were little boots in the massive box. He looks back up confused.

“Think love, why would we need those small shoes,” she hints. It then hit Arthur like a gunshot.

“You’re pregnant?!” he whispers. She nods, a smile never leaving her face. He stood there for a moment, just looking down at the little shoes. He then picked her up and twirled her around.

“You’re pregnant! We are having a kid!” he proclaims happily. He hasn’t been this happy since the war.

He places her back on the floor before bringing her into a deep kiss.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles against her lips.

“We can tell everyone tomorrow,” she says in between kisses. He breaks the kiss and just stares down at her. His mind finally caught up with the information that she had dropped on him. She places her hand against his cheek, bringing him back a little.

“What if I am a terrible father? What if I turn into my father?” he quietly questions. She shakes her head, tears welling up at his confession.

“Oh Arthur, you are a better man than him and you will be a far better father than he has ever been,” she states, Arthur gives her a small smile.

“I know that it will always be in that head of yours,” she says while poking his forehead. “ But, hopefully, those voices will silence one day,” she gently kisses where she had poked.

“I don’t deserve you,” he replies. She wraps her arms around his neck and smiles.

“No you might not, but you were destined to have me,” she says. Arthur gently places a kiss against their shared daisy against her wrist. They stand in the embrace, enjoying each other's company and warmth.

“We are having a baby,” he whispers, the giddiness clear as crystal. Arthur knew that these doubts wouldn’t go away overnight, but with (Y/N) beside him, he was sure that they would be drowned out by her love and truth.

#arthur shelby x y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #arthur shelby imagine #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #cillian murphy x reader #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby fanfic #arthur shelby #polly gray #soulmate au

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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 2 months

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Im OBSESSED with your writing. The rapport is so natural and funny. The chemistry you create between all of the characters not just your main characters is superb. I can picture your concepts made into films.

My personal fav your Napoleon series *chefs kiss** I’m rereading it for the third time 🫣 it’s for comfort at this point.

Have you ever thought about doing ameonds pov? Not whole chapters but for your fav moments through your work? I’m so curious to what your interpretation of what he’s thinking at certain scenes. like when he meets Cadi, when he thinks she’s ditched him at Olive Garden or what he was thinking when he had to leave Ivy to go to war?

Much love to you and your beautiful mind 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

BELOVED ANON!!! 🥹😭 Thank you so much for taking the time to send this message, I'm absolutely thrilled that you enjoy my fics. 🥰 Each story has its own personality, and let me tell you, I was VERY scared to post Napoleonville at first because it is so...weird lol. It's just a bizarre combination, like there's Louisiana, and the 80s, and the bakery, and some light dom/sub stuff, but also single parenthood and the Camilla-Charles-Diana dynamic?? With a dash of Saltburn-style rich people opulence?? I guess odd AUs are becoming a pattern for me at this point, but I'm still always so nervous I'll end up horrifying/disappointing my usual readers 😅😂 So, what I'm trying to say is that I especially appreciate your support for Napoleonville because I know it's not a typical HOTD fic 💜🧁

It's strange, because in my non-fic writing I do a LOT of perspective shifts, but it's not something that I use very often in fanfiction. Factually, I know what Aemond is thinking in those moments, but that's different from having a scene in my mind that feels like it needs to be written. I'm always happy to answer readers' questions about characters, plot points, literary devices, etc. but as far as returning to my fics once they're completed to write epilogues or different POVs, that's just not something I feel inspired to do very often.

Honestly, by the time I'm finishing up a story, I'm usually already planning the next one and mentally living in that new world, so it's pretty impossible to get myself back in the headspace of Napoleonville at this point! 😂

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tikus-library · 27 days

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"On the Edge"

Avengers AU - Chapter 3

Characters: Brock Rumlow x reader, oc!daughter Addy

Posted: March 28th

WARNINGS:

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

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“You're not very smooth ya know?”

You squeaked and skipped a step, coming to a teetering stop at the edge of the staircase. You could feel yourself begin to teeter more forwards than back onto your heels when a large warm hand wrapped around your midsection and you were directed back to safety. You looked over your shoulder and glared at him before childishly turning away and stepping down once and then twice, more confident in your steps than necessary.

“I'm sorry.”

You paused, keeping your lips sealed but not turning back around. You wouldn't be nice to him, he didn't deserve it. He didn't want to be friends after all. Of course you knew that was childish thinking but, but your feelings were hurt.

“I–” Brock swallowed, you hadn't kept going, so that was something, right? “I'm not good with people. Addy is all I got.”

“You work don't you?”

Brock grinned, even if you sounded a little short at least you had waited and now talked back to him. “The people I work with aren't the friendliest. I don't know how to be nice.”

You bit your lip. Fidgeted with your purse, you wouldn't give in… but it was polite to accept an apology right? “Well an apology is a start.”

“Addy said so,” he nodded even though you hadn't turned to look at him. He hadn't been able to get your face out of his mind, angry and tearful all at once as you shouted at him before slamming the door in his face. He realized it must have taken everything in you to do it. Brock thought it was cute. Somehow he figured you were not the kind to do something like that, and after thinking about it all night, he knew you weren't the kind to bring men like that asshole home. Hell, he hadn't even been sure he'd had a neighbor before that night you were so quiet.

You looked over your shoulder at him with a small smile. “She sure is smart, where she gets it from I'm not too sure.”

Brock flashed his teeth, shrugging as he moved to lean against the railing just above you, “not so sure myself, but she does go to school so, I'm thinking her teacher is nice.” He didn't miss the way your eyes were rimmed in red and you hadn't put on make-up. No way that was because of him? “Look,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck, “I'm making dinner tonight. You should come over.” He waited, a little nervous, there was no way you were still crying cause of him? That would be too egotistical even for him.

You hesitated, he was rough looking but he leaned against the railing of the stairs and looked… soft. As soft as a man with those arms could look. “Only if I can bring dessert?”

Brock grinned, “Addy likes strawberry everything”

You smiled, “what about you?”

Brock blinked, straightening and drawing a blank, “honestly? I just eat whatever Addy likes…”

You snorted and covered your face, looking away, “you're such a dad!” You turned and held out your hand, “phone?”

Brock pulled it out of his back pocket confused but opened it and handed it to you.

“Last name?”

He scowled, “Rumlow”

You poked around it and smiled when there was a chime before handing his phone back, pulling your own from your purse and he stared down at the text he received, a response to the one above it that was simply his name. He realized it was your name.

“If you think of something you like that's sweet, just text me. Pretty sure I can pick something up in the next four hours if I can't make it.”

Brock nodded jerkily and watched as you hurried down the steps. He was pretty sure he had succeeded in whatever this was. He dragged a hand down his face, slightly exhausted and then realized– he had to cook dinner.

You had errands to get done and a few bills to pay, and your last stop was for a few groceries. Your favorite bakery was next door a few stops down and you had just asked for the petit strawberry cake that fed four when your phone chimed.

Neighbor Brock Rumlow: blackberry, if it's not too late?

Why did that make you smile? “Do you have anything with blackberries?”

“Oh! We have a great selection!”

#avengers au #brock rumlow #reader #oc! daughter Addy #ch 3 #on the edge

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inlocusmads · 6 months

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Hey there! I got this ask game, and I'm passing it on! I literally picked the first 10 people that came up when I scrolled through my list! Play along if you wish! ❤️

Tag game: I will name you some categories or a word, and you will tag a Tumblr friend or a mutual who matches with it or gives you these vibes. Don't worry, just a game. If you get tagged by someone else, you are lucky. Continue this game with the words of your choice :)

Dancing

Dagger

Seaside

New York

Bakery

Vinyl Records

Screaming

Elsa, thank you so much for this Ask! And I just wanna take a moment to appreciate the fact that this MADE ME THINK! It's awesome, I love it!

Dancing makes me think of @lovealexhunt's beautifully commissioned artwork - Mal and Daenarya after the ball and IT IS JUST TOO DAMN GORGEOUS OKAY? (I have like seventy posts saved in my drafts as reblogs and I should totally do that sometime soon lol). Honestly @hydn-jpg's art slaps, like hard bass, let's freaking go! Dani, always knocking it out of the park <3

Dagger - obviously @cassie-thorne. Ik ik too specific but I vaguely recall us just talking about daggers and weapons and cool stuff and recently there was this Ask from the playchoicesconfession account that talked about equipping the Crimes MC with something better than a taser. (MAX, CAMERON WITH KNIFE ARTWORK WHEN) and it also reminds me of this piece by @monschoices with Trystan and Sasha dressed up as the characters in Scream (1996). And Max just gives me full chaos vibes - we're all here for the chaos!

Seaside gives me just full @peonierose vibes. I'm just so behind on catching up with Peonie's work, but the last I hear, Luna and Bryce are living their sandy, beachy dreams up! There was this cute little fic where while they're picking out cakes, Bryce and Luna discover they're pregnant and it's just the wholesomest, feel-goodest fic on this earth. Plus, Peonie as a person just makes me associate with beaches, just the warmth of a nice summer's day.

New York is just @jerzwriter XD! Legit! It's synonymous almost! Ik you're from New Jersey, but you get the trademark New York culture, which is just so evident in your Crimes fics. I love them! I love how Carolina's got this wit and charm that's this cleverly calculated thing that helps her navigate tough situations but she is absolutely unafraid to hurl someone in front of a subway train in the slightest and yes, Trystan should be scared. I'd love to visit NYC someday!

Bakery gives me @peonyblossom solely because of the queer coffee shop vibes. I'm pretty sure they have a coffee shop AU and I'm just that terrible to not have gotten to it sooner XD. But honestly, yes, if we're going by vibes and vibes alone, just the atmosphere of a cornerstore bakery. It's very tough to pinpoint to one thing lol!

Vinyl records is just screaming @mydemonsdrivealimo (I don't know if I should be envious of Jensen that he gets to wear cool frickin outfits and just cook up a storm on the performing stage or if I should just sit back and wish why he weren't an actual musician I can binge-listen to on Spotify XD) but seriously, just impeccable of the impeccable-est music tastes ever.

Screaming reminds me of this Aerin x MC artwork by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd and IT'S NOTHING SHORT OF A MASTERPIECE (once again, I'm so behind on reblogging the coolest art and fics that I come across). I haven't seen the Witcher, but just Aerin "Sadboi" Valleros screaming out of his lungs is just a mood (mood I say, when it's heart-wrenching lmao). But damn, they knock it out of the whole freaking universe with their impeccable art! I'm just gonna sit here in awe and doom-scroll through their stuff right now.

Thank you so much Elsa! This was so fun to do <33

#choices positivity #askboxed!#jerzwriter

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 3 months

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Authors On THG Writing Hiatus Masterlist (9)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 /

***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

Created: November 17th, 2023

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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Happy New Year, Molly! I don't know if you are inclined to do a Spicy Sunday 🌶 this weekend, but if so, my running list:

Lavender Haze: Going back to that time when Kate told Sophie she wanted to wear a collar for Viscount Daddy. Does she ever get to?

Yours To Tame: Arguing and making up. Arguing with someone with insight into your literal thoughts must be frustrating as fuck.

Plane sex. Any AU.

Confident: Their double tux wedding reception sex

My Hand: Filming a thirst trap reel post relationship, leading to teaching Kate to me dough, leading to all kinds of health code violations.

Cheers!

Okay, Let's knock something off your list!

I've been teasing this all weekend so let's have a look at Anthony deciding to teach Kate how to knead some dough. Alexa, play unchained melody

It was obscene. Kate knew it was. She knew she shouldn't get such satisfaction out of watching Anthony work but there was just something about it. There was something about the way his muscles flexed as he let the dough fall against the bench, something about the way the flour sat against his skin and his fingers threaded through the dough as he worked it. Something about the way he let out soft grunts and groans she was sure he wasn't aware of and she just couldn't keep her eyes off it.

He'd started filming his little baking videos almost accidentally. Daphne had taken a video of Anthony, grinning as he made his signature bee buns, just after the bakery had opened and it had exploded on the bakery's Instagram. And over time, once he'd realised what good publicity they were they appeared more and more. And Anthony's shirt disappeared altogether. He was there, oiled up, his hair held back by a cap he had on backwards, smiling at the camera with floured handprints over his chest as he worked the dough, smiling as he ground his hips at the same time, captions giving baking tips

The first time he'd handed his phone to Kate and said-

"Can you help me pick some music?"

She'd nearly fallen over when she'd seen it.

Her mouth had fallen open as she'd stared at it.

"What the hell is this?"

Anthony had shrugged, "I'm teaching people to bake at home, it's good for the bakery." Then he'd smirked, "Plus, I get some very thirsty DMs."

"You're disgusting."

"Hey, the ladies love me! Men too actually but those offers I politely decline."

She'd shaken her head and picked the music and tried not to feel the jealousy in her chest, even if she'd watched his videos later and let heat burn in her stomach.

But now she didn't feel any reason to hide her appreciation. Not now every one of his baking videos ended with her reaction to whatever he'd made for her, and the imprint of her lips in lipstick against his chest.

Every time he baked, whether, for a video or not, she set up residence at the kitchen counter, her chin resting on her hands as she watched him work, staring at his hands as they slipped through the dough, his muscles flexing.

She was watching him now, smiling at her as he spoke, "I'm nearly done, babe. I just need to make a quick loaf."

She watched him cover his hands in flour and turn the dough out onto the marble countertop, her throat already a little dry as she stared at him, with his gym shorts low on his hips and his hair still damp from the gym.

"Shirt off." She said, touching his arm to catch his attention.

Anthony rolled his eyes "Shameless." But he pulled his shirt over his head regardless, and almost instantly Kate felt her stomach drop, felt her mouth go dry and heat burn through her fingertips as he started working the dough.

She could feel Anthony's eyes burning into her, the smirk on his lips as he watched her stare at him, pausing to catch her attention.

"My eyes are up here, kitten."

She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't watching you, I was just thinking how that looks so easy I could do it myself."

Anthony chuckled, "Come and show me then."

"I wouldn't want to show you up."

Anthony shook, his head, reaching out for her hand, tugging her around the countertop. "Oh I insist."

"Fine." Kate said primly trying back her hair, washing her hands and sinking her hands into the dough a little awkwardly, pushing it against the countertop.

Anthony chuckled in her ear and she whirled around "That's the best you can do? Here, let me show you."

He stepped forward until his hips sandwiched hers against the front of the counter, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, his fingers intertwined with hers.

Kate couldn't breathe. Her body was engulfed by Anthony's his breathing stuttering against her ear, every noise he made vibrating through her chest as his hands guided her, the soft dough sinking between their fingers. She could feel his muscles bulging against the strip of bare skin between her sports bra and her leggings, feel them flexing against her arms. Her entire body was on fire, every inch of her was on fire as Anthony huffed in her ear and their bodies rocked together. She could feel every beat of his heart against her as the seconds ticked on and his hips ground against hers in time with their movements and-

Kate let out a frustrated growl, reaching back and knocked his cap from his head , her fingers twisting in his hair and dragging his lips down to hers.

Anthony let out a desperate moan as their lips met roughly, their teeth clashed together and his tongue slipped filthily into her mouth. Anthony hands fell to her waist, abandoning the dough completely, though his fingers left smears over her skin as he tugged her up onto the kitchen counter, his arms flexing deliciously around her.

His lips fell to her neck with a rough grunt, his teeth nipping at the skin there, bruising her gently, marking her skin for her. His hands felt sticky against her skin, still covered in dough, marking her skin as well, marking her clothes as he groped at her, her own hands pulling his closer, encouraging him, leaving traces of dough through his hair and over his chest.

"Fuck, Kate."

She loved moments like this, when he forgot to be self-conscious of his voice, which she thought was ridiculous anyway. The rough, velvet quality shuddered down her spin as Anthony's hips bucked roughly against hers, a question burning in his dark eyes.

Kate nodded, both of their hands fumbling at the same time, his on her leggings, hers on his shorts tugging them down before she tugged him onto the counter after her.

They were so in sync, just like always, his hands spinning her quickly so her back was pressed against his front, straddling his lap, and Kate's eyes rolled back in her head from the first grind of his hips. The pace was relentless already, one of Anthony's muscled arms wrapped around Kate's waist like a tight band, holding her in place, encouraging her hips against his. His other hand tilted her chin backwards to meet his lips, his tongue moving against hers in time with their hips.

Tension was thick in the air around them, the marble countertop cold underneath them making her shiver against the eat of their bodies. Anthony's desperate moans in her ear pushed her further and further forward, closer and closer to the end. His hips bucked roughly against hers as she gripped his hair tighter, a growl tearing free from his throat.

Her lungs were burning, and her shoulders were heaving and sweat clung to their bodies, and Anthony's body engulfed hers and-

"Oh Fuck, Anthony!"

His lips were pressed against her throat as she fell apart, a satisfied moan rising in Anthony's throat as he felt the vibrations of his name on her lips as she shuddered against him. His own hips stuttered twice more until he fell apart with a sharp shout and she collapsed back against him.

Knock Knock Knock

Kate startled at the sound, Anthony's watch buzzing against her skin with the notification someone was at the door. Her head shot up, disentangling herself from Anthony who groaned, his fingers still trying to grip at her.

"No. We should go again."

Kate kissed him quickly, "As lovely as that was, that's my sister and her wife and... I don't know how they'll feel about us fucking on the kitchen counter while they wait."

Anthony dragged himself off the counter, huffing as Kate tugged her leggings back into place, pettily tugging his own shorts up, grinning around a little smugly at their kitchen in an absolute mess.

Half the dough had slid to the floor, the other half smeared over the counter, flour covering both of them.

Knock knock knock

"Clean this up." Kate gestured desperately rushing towards the front door where newton was already barking loudly, trying to brush flour and dough from her skin as she pulled the door open.

"Hey. What's up?"

Edwina stared back at her with her eyebrow raised, rolling her eyes as she stepped inside. Josie bit back a smirk.

"Hey, Kate. Busy morning?"

Kate shrugged, her cheeks burning, trying not to sound too breathless. "I um- Anthony and I went to the gym earlier."

"I can see that." Edwina sighed gesturing at Anthony s they made their way into the kitchen.

His cheeks were bright red and his hair was sticking up on 40 directions dough caked into it as he scraped more off the counter.

"You better not be serving that for brunch."

Anthony grinned awkwardly, "I'm starting again."

"Great." Edwina said, "I'll take Kate away so she doesn't distract you and end up with a yeast infection, which seems likely at this point."

#my hand was the one you reached for au #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 months

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Hello lovely Steph!!! I'm intrigued and would love to see your 'Harry Watson is in this Fic' rec list?!!?!! I have written her into several myself, and always love reading how she is portrayed! tysm for sharing! 💌

HEY LIRI!!!

Fantastic!!! I'm so happy I can get this out to you quickly!!! It's not many new fics, but I hope you'll enjoy anyway!

Enjoy!!

HARRY WATSON IS IN THIS FIC Pt. 4