#2K follower celebration

[holdmytesseract]

A cute little drabble request for baby fever in the future or for the sleepover: Y/N, Ella, and 2 year old Narfi all get sick with the flu and loki has to take care of all of them, Y/N being the sickest, feels like she is dying and Loki comforts her. Just a little cute one.

Caring Husband and Father

Warnings: sickness a.k.a the flu, fluff

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Thank you for this request, friend. This drabble turned out to be so soft and sweet! 🥹

"Dada," Narfi sobbed on Loki's arm; head lolling from side to side against his father's chest. "I know, little prince, I know..." The god whispered and pressed his lips against the top of his son's curly haired head; trying to reassure him. In vain. Narfi kept on whining and sobbing.

"Are your earaches worse, huh?" The little boy just snivelled and rubbed his snotty nose against Loki's t-shirt. He sighed, "Thought so." and shifted the two-year-old on his arm, so that he could check on his temperature. "But I think your fever sunk a bit. That's good."

Narfi had caught a nasty flu. Well, only because Ella had caught it. He got it from his big sister and well, you... You caught it as well. Everybody was knocked out by it. Except Loki. Perhaps it was his godly biology, which prevented him from getting sick easily. A thing which you were glad about, because he could look after you and the kids. A task he submitted himself to happily.

The god walked with the toddler still on his arm into the kitchen, in order to give him some meds against the flu itself and especially earaches. The boy swallowed bravely the disgustingly tasting medicine. "There you go," Loki pressed a kiss on his forehead. "You are so brave, sweet boy." Narfi sobbed once more and cuddled back against his dad's chest; little arms looping around his neck.

"Come on, little prince, time for a nap." He carried Narfi into the living room and laid down with him on the sofa; knowing that his son was way too clingy and wouldn't let go of him now.

Loki's seidr helped Narfi's earaches at least a little bit and so he slept in on top of Loki; snugly wrapped up in a blanket. It was absolutely cosy and Narfi's weight upon his upper body so comfortable, it almost lulled the raven haired god to sleep as well. He was about to doze off, when a quiet voice brought him back down to earth.

"B-Babe?"

At the sound of your voice, Loki's eyes immediately flew open; head turning to face the door. His heart broke then and there, as he saw you standing there, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket. You were utterly pale and had deep rings underneath your eyes. He could see how weak you were and how bad you felt. The flu had really taken its toll on you...

Loki stood up instantly, but carefully - not to wake the toddler sleeping on his chest, "I'm here, darling." and stepped over to you. "Do you need anything, my love? Can I help you?" You coughed, which caused your whole body to shake; eyes glassy. "I-I dunno, I just... I feel like shit." Then your gaze fell on your son. "H-How's my baby doing?"

Loki pressed a kiss against your forehead; the warmth against his lips radiating from your skin concerned him. "He's doing okay; only slept in about ten minutes ago." You felt how your husband wrapped a strong arm gently around your waist. "Come, darling." You didn't argue, of course, and let Loki guide you back to the bedroom.

He helped you lay down. "Stay here. I'll be right with you. I'm just going to put Narfi down and look after our princess." You nodded and curled yourself up into a ball. Loki let his eyes roam your weak and fragile body with worry on his face, before he left the bedroom again.

Carefully, the god put Narfi down; laying him inside his baby cot and making sure he was warm enough. Of course, he took the baby monitor with him, then went to check on Ella. He hadn't heard a word from her in a few hours. It didn't concern the god much, since she's been sleeping a lot in the past days; letting her body work to get the flu out of its system.

Slowly, he opened the door to her room and peeked inside. He was right. His daughter was fast asleep; curled up underneath her blanket. Soft snores left her lips, due to her stuffy nose. On tiptoes, he walked over and placed a hand on her forehead. Ella's fever was gone. Loki smiled softly. At least someone of his family was getting better.

The raven haired god leaned down and kissed her forehead as well; tucking the girl back in properly and left the room again.

Before he returned to you, he made you another cup of camomile tea and took some of your meds with him.

He found you just like he left you... Curled up on the bed. "Darling..." He stepped over and sat down on the edge of the bed. You turned to him. "I made you some tea and brought you medicine. It's time for you to take them," Loki spoke in a quiet voice; handing you the meds and the bottle of water, standing on your nightstand.

Again, you nodded and took the medicine; along of a small sip of hot tea. Loki helped you to get comfortable then; fluffing your pillow and making sure that you were comfortable. "Is that to your liking, my love? Are you comfortable?" "Y-Yes, thank you." Your husband gave you a soft smile. "Anything else you need?" Your soft, glassy Y/E/C met his. "You... Just you... Please..." You reached for his hand; his warm palm engulfing yours.

Another soft smile grazed his lips and he dipped his head to press a kiss against the skin of your hand, before he let go of you again and quickly rounded the bed to join you. Loki cuddled up against you; curled his body against yours. "Is that okay, darling?" "Mhh..." You hummed; "Perfect." closing your eyes. "Thank you for taking care of us." Loki kissed your neck. "Of course, my love. Always."

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[fayes-fics]

Impertinent

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Sneaking around Aubrey Hall in the dead of night brings you right into the path of one Viscount...

Warnings: very suggestive content, nudity, teasing and touching, Viscount being a total menace but mostly a gentleman.

Word Count: 1.4k (250-word drabbles... I'm HILARIOUS)

Authors Note: Seventh in my 2k follower celebration drabble request fills for @colettebronte with the prompt “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” (ask here). This ended up quite tame, but I enjoyed writing him as a tease. Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3,

You know it's not the right thing to do. To be snooping around Aubrey Hall in the dead of night. But you cannot resist it. As everyone sleeps, you wander silently, tiptoeing around in just your nightgown, the light of the moon streaming through the large windows to guide you. It feels elicit, exciting even. Exploring the home of the man you hope to marry, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton. You have danced and promenaded a few times; this early invitation to spend time with his family ahead of the rest of the Ton bodes well.

You pause at the door of his private study, then, with a fortifying breath, turn the handle and slip into the room. Warm embers glow in the fireplace, and the smell of cigars and expensive whiskey hangs in the air. It is so masculine and so Anthony you can't help but drift to the sizeable imposing desk and take a seat, fingers running over the wood, picturing him sitting right where you are, working hard on something important or other. It makes you lean back, something stirring in your body, just the thought of him arousing.

It's then you notice there is material draped around the back of the large leather chair—one of his velvet, tailed jackets. It smells of spicy cologne, and before you know it, your nose is buried in the material, drawing deep breaths, the scent making your thighs rub together. Something compels you to want to wear it, to feel it against your skin. 

With a boldness you thought yourself scarcely capable of, you stand up and whip off your nightgown, reaching to slip on the jacket. You luxuriate in the feeling of the luxury satin liner against your bare flesh, how it cools your back, snags your pebbled nipples, and how the velvet collar tickles your neck. The front may sit at waist height on him, but on you, the material skims the apex of your thighs, catching deliciously in the patch of hair you have there.

So wrapped up in the sensation of being surrounded by him, by his scent, you don’t hear the door open until it's too late.

“What in the…?” 

You startle and spin around to see there in the doorway is the man himself, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, casual in just a loose white shirt and his britches with braces slung around his legs. You are caught, red-handed. The power of speech has abandoned you, so you just stand there, a rabbit caught in his crosshairs, guilt, fear and shame flooding your system.

He stalks into the room further now and inhales sharply when he rounds a chair to see an unencumbered view of you, entirely nude except for his jacket. His gaze is heavy, sliding down your body sweeping your bare legs, then fixing on where the fabric only just covers you.

“Take it off,” he orders. 

You almost jump out of your skin at the tone and the gruffness. Your arms and hands incapable of moving; there are few charged moments when Anthony just stares at you.

 “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” This time it's even lower, a growl, predatory, enthralling.

And you scramble to obey, shucking the jacket from around your shoulders and letting it hit the floor with an audible thump. Entirely naked now, his responding noise has your thighs instantly damp.

“How impertinent to let yourself into my private study,” his voice surly as he prowls towards you. You freeze to the spot, your hands flying to protect your modesty. “Oh, it’s a little late for that now,” he chuckles darkly, “put your hands back at your sides right now.”

And you do. Casting your gaze to the floor as your cheeks heat. His stare is so heavy it feels like a robe you wear. Soon he is so close you can smell the same cologne that clung to his jacket but this time from his skin.

He circles behind you, and you gasp as he crouches down; it takes you a second to realise he is picking up his jacket, where you carelessly disposed of it onto the floor.

“Tell me, why would you put on my jacket while nude?” he queries, lingering there, and you shudder as his hot breath glances over your bare bottom cheeks as he does so, still behind you.

“I…I… I wanted to try it on,” you stumble, your voice far too quiet.

“And you had to take off your nightgown to do so?” he snarks, and both of your eyes cut to the side where your gown lays in a heap.

“It seemed like luxurious material,”  you confess, head still bowed, starting at the rug as if it fascinates you. “I wanted it against my skin,” those last few words are barely audible.

“You do not have velvet clothes of your own you could try this with?” he throws out, still behind you, that breath still hot over your cheeks; in fact, you swear it’s closer now.

“Yes, but…” you trail off, having no good excuse. Unable to think of a lie, you screw your eyes shut and decide on the truth “... they do not smell like you.”

You jolt and make a noise of sheer surprise as he pitches forward, and his teeth land on your cheek, inhaling deeply.

“At last…” he growls, scraping his canine over the globe of your bottom, “she admits to it.”

“To what?” you murmur as his wet tongue pokes out, soothing the spot he had touched with his teeth as you tremble.

“That you want me just as much as I want you.”

Your whole body shudders as he runs his tongue up the length of your spine, climbing to his feet, your toes curling, scrunching into the thick wool pile, as he unfurls to his full height behind you. You wish you had something nearby to grab onto; it feels as if you could topple over, the rush of blood to your head so intense.

“Are you a maiden?” his mouth is now hot on your ear.

“Yes.”

“And you have never had a man run his tongue over your body like that before, have you?” his voice dark and laced with bemusement.

“No,” you admit.

A warm hand lands on your shoulder as he stands behind you, and again you jump—your body aflame, your nipples pebbling hard, goosebumps breaking out down your arms.

“And I presume no man has touched your naked body?” 

“No, my lord,” your addition of his title makes him take a sharp breath.

“Good,” he snarls, sounding possessive,

His hand rounds your shoulder and starts to sink lower, mapping over the outer end of your clavicle as you try to school your body, trying to stay still, so completely overwhelmed by what is happening. When warm fingertips brush the top of your breast, you begin to tremble.

“Do you know what could happen to mischievous young maidens who break into men’s offices?” It's just a deadly rumble now while his fingers inch fractionally lower, so close to your nipple that it aches to be touched.

You are incapable of answering, so you shake your head a little, his nose bumping your ear.

“You are lucky, Miss y/l/n, that I am mostly a gentleman,” he purrs, “mostly.” 

You shiver as he circles your areola with featherlight touch but never crosses onto it, your heart pounding from the tease.

“I suggest you grab your nightgown and run now,” he advises, sounding like he is fighting his urges, his hand stilling in its motion.

“What if that is the opposite of what I wish?” you can barely believe you found the gall to utter your thought aloud, staring straight ahead at the bookcase, not daring to look down at his hand on your body.

His lips brush the shell of your ear, and it's like being struck by lightning.

“Leave now,” he whispers, “you may return tomorrow evening. Exactly as you are.”

“Why then?” you frown, disappointed as his hand drops from your flesh.

“Because then we shall be publically betrothed… and nothing should stop us.”

Your world spins, and you have to lock your knees to stop your swoon. “What…?”

“You heard me,” he says for the second time tonight, this time with a smug tone, stepping away and handing you your nightgown over your shoulder.

You take a faltering step forward and quickly pull on your nightgown, finally turning to face him again, and it steals your breath. His pupils are dilated, his cheeks flushed, his mouth damp and open.

“Until tomorrow, Miss y/l/n….” he gestures to the door and still utterly dumbfounded, you stumble towards it.

You cannot wait for tomorrow. 

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I'm There!! 2k Followers!!

Hooray! I made it!

Thank you so much to each and every one of my followers! You're the best and I so appreciate you!! 🥰😘

So, starting tomorrow, (and every Friday till they're finished) I'll be posting a fic for each of the 26 gifs I was sent. So, basically, it will be half a year of drabbles! (P.S. I'm very bad at drabbles, so some of them will be one shots. 😁)

My plan is to post series fics on Wednesdays, and Drabbles/One Shots on Fridays. It's a flexible plan cause my RL occasionally gets crazy. But wish me luck! ❤️

Here's a little preview of the drabble that will be posted tomorrow, using the gif sent by the lovely @jackles010378. ❤️ The fic will also fill a square on my jacklesversebingo card. 🙌

Your blood was boiling as you watched The Woman putting her hands all over Dean. Well, all over his bicep anyway. She just kept touching him, laughing at everything he was saying.

He’s not that funny, sweetie. You thought to yourself.

You and Dean had been on this case for nearly a week and you’d questioned this woman three times now. Well, Dean questioned her. You'd offered to do it this time, but Dean had just smiled at you. 

“N’ah, I got it sweetheart. She’s obviously into me, so I can keep her busy while you search her hard drive for any information on what's-his-name.” He shrugged. “You’re better at all that computer bullshit anyway. So you do what you do, and I’ll do what I do.” 

He’d given you a wink and a smile that made you nearly melt into the floor. But you played it off, rolling your eyes and spinning on your heel to get away from Dean’s effortless charisma.

Hope you enjoy it!

Thank you again. I love this hellsite and all the wonderful people who read my stuff, and follow my silly little blog! You're amazing!

[stellasolaris]

2K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

♥︎/⇄ if you save or use any please do not claim as your own

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[bloodiedrogue]

hey there! so recently i hit 2,000 followers which is super cool and crazy, so as a thank you i wanted to host a little celebration in the form of a good old fashioned sleepover!

so, with that being said, let's look at our itinerary for the weekend!

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RULES

the event will run from thurs, dec 21st to sat, dec 23rd. however, my inbox will be open now!

must be 18+ if you're requesting anything smut related. will be ignoring anons.

to celebrate please send me an emoji (with the additional request details, obviously) from the list below:

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❓AMA

want to know about me or my wips? or maybe want some behind the scenes scoops on some already posted fics? hit me up with all your curious questions and i’ll answer them to the best of my abilities!  

💿 PUT YOUR RECORDS ON

do you like music but hate the hassle of making playlists? if you do, this is the pick for you because i will literally make anything. from character playlists to random recs i've got you covered!

🃏 LET'S PLAY A GAME

games are a fun way to interact with you guys so i thought i’d add them in just for fun. (examples of this are fmk, cast your mutuals, would you rather, etc.)

🔮 FEELING MOODY

want some weird art made by yours truly? well, if you do, now’s the perfect time to ask for it! whether it’s for a character or a story of your own feel free to submit a moodboard request with some deets and i’ll try and work my magic!

✒️ DRIBBLE DRABBLES/HCS

and finally, to say a big ol' thank you i'm opening up my inbox for a couple of (big emphasis on this) drabble requests, as well as headcanons. just a heads up though, they will be shorter ones so if you're requesting keep that in mind!

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and that's that! if you've made it this far in the post i'm also going to be doing a raffle for a fic of your choosing! basically all you have to do to be entered is participate in the festivities and i'll add your name! :)

also, tagging some mutuals who might be interested??? (if not please feel free to ignore i will not be offended!)

@imgoingtofreakoutnow @fictionobsession @elfinbloodbag @sweatandwoe @novarunestone @sunserenade @gunslingerorchid @infinitystoner @the-lady-amphitrite @use-your-telescope @justporo @megs-98 @feydstan @novarex @kiaransalee

[penvisions]

dev hits a milestone!

not me literally choking on my sip of coffee this morning when i checked my notifications. y'all have blown them up with responses to the last chapter for {by the grit of sandpaper} and a lot of my other stuff

and then THIS ->

i'm utterly speechless and just so....omg y'all are amazing and i have so much love for each and every one of you!! ♡♡

today, you'll see a lot of my navigation || masterlists|| series masterlists get updated with new headers + various other info refreshes around my filling out more applications, so excuse the flood on your dashes (and in the tags, i really don't want to get messages about that again)

but THANK YOU SO MUCH, idk what i can really do to celebrate with limited internet outside of my home but i know i want to try and do a lil somethin', hit me up with some ideas?

[kjs-s]

Put on an act

Pairing: Foggy Nelson x reader

Summary Foggy panickly introduced you as his partner to his ex.

Prompts :“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this” and “Act like we’re dating, I see my ex”

Word Count: 1300

Warnings:  none I can think of

A/N: This is my entry for @locke-writes 2k celebration. Congats again Noah and I hope you will like this

''We need to pick something meaningful. Which ones do you think will say 'thanks for sticking around' and ' we appreciate you'?'' Foggy asked you looking around the flower shop a little lost. Karen's ten-year anniversary working for Matt and Foggy was coming up.  The little celebration was your idea after Karen narrated how she came to work with them when you were first hired as a paralegal. You couldn't believe how fortunate you were to be employed by such terrific people.

''I know that, pick pansies, sunflowers, and yellow roses. We actually had a botany and flower meaning class in my university.'' Your tone was so sincere that you could fool anyone that didn't know how fond of sarcasm you were.

''Really?'' Foggy sounded enthusiastic hoping he wouldn't have to stay any longer in the shop and he could just return to the office and the case he was working on.

''Of course not. I have no clue, my botanic skills and non-existent. Let me look it up.'' You searched for the right choices while Foggy was trying hopelessly to locate someone to help you.

After about ten minutes you looked up from your phone.

''Ok, I think I have a decent bouquet picked out. We just need to find those four flowers and ask one of the florists if they go well together.'' You tried to show Foggy your phone but he panicky turned toward you and asked you to follow him out of the way.

''I'm sure those are great but right now I need a favor. Please act like we’re dating, I see my ex over there.'' He nodded towards the entrance where a couple was browsing the potted plants.

''The blonde one, with the cute red coat? She looks like a nice girl.''

''She is but we broke up because she was offered a job in Chicago and I wanted to stay here. And you know me, I couldn't deal with having a long distant relationship. So, please pretend to be my partner if she notices us.''

You didn't get the chance to respond before Marci was right behind you without her company excited to see Foggy again.

''Hi, I almost didn't see you there. How have you been?'' Marci greeted her ex and you couldn't help but admire her confidence. She had a way of talking and could make everyone around her stop to listen to her.

''I'm great. Still working with Matt and the business is doing fantastic. Oh, and that's my partner (Y/N) who also works with us.'' You shook her hand.

''So you are Marci. I knew Foggy's ex was a brilliant lawyer that helped him on cases and I am glad to finally meet you.''

''It's great to meet you too. I am happy that he found such a sweet person as you.'' Then the man who was with her earlier approached you.

''That's my husband Trevor. We got married five months ago and we just moved back to New York. Honey, these are Foggy and (Y/N).'' Trevor knew who Foggy was surprising you about how civil this random meeting was being. You could never imagine being that cordial with any of your exes due to the fact that you broke up because they were either immature or totally arrogant.

Marcia and Trevor had already placed their order and began to leave but not before they invited the two of you to dinner at their new house the next day. An invitation that Foggy accepted without a second thought.

''Are you out of your mind? Couldn't you lie and say we are busy or that Matt needs you for a case?'' You tried so hard to not raise your voice at him.

''I'm sorry, I didn't think this through. I can make something up to try to avoid this. Sorry, I honestly didn’t think it would bother you that much.''

''It's not bothering me. I just believe I would feel bad lying to them during the entire evening. They both seem so friendly. But it will be fine. I don't mind pretending to be your date or your partner. Now let us go see about those flowers. I picked daises that symbolize loyal love, arborvitae for unchanging friendship, and lastly for affection zinnia, and morning glory. I believe Karen deserves the best bouquet for her party.'' Foggy agreed with you and ordered the bouquet to be made and delivered to the office in the afternoon.

Later that day during your little celebration you informed Matt and Karen about your encounter earlier. They found it hilarious that you pretended to date and hoped you at least have a good time during dinner the next day.

You decided to get together before dinner to come up with a story about your relationship just in case they ask.

''We don't have to come up with a complicated story. I have been working for you for a while now and I liked you from the moment I met you. We will just say that after a while we decided to act on those feelings and hopefully, we will be together for a long time since we already see each other all the time. Simple enough?''

''Yes, I like it. I will say that I asked you out before the holidays so if you rejected me at least the office would be closed and I would only be humiliated and heartbroken at home.''

''I would never humiliate you. But, sure let's say that. I just can’t believe I let you drag me into this'' You playfully complained to him before making your way to Marci's home.

She and her husband were delighted to see the two of you, especially Foggy since he hadn't met any of Marci's other friends from when she used to live in New York.

As you predicted, you were asked about how long you are together and how your relationship started.

''I liked (Υ/Ν) since the first day we met. Matt was the one who decided on adding a new employee to our team and we were blessed with this angel. The first thing I noticed from our interview together was the approach to Matt's crazy questions. I hadn't seen anyone else answer him with such intelligence and creativity. And on top of that, we got lucky to find someone with a charming personality. I found the courage to ask (Y/N) out after working together on an extremely tough case. I can't hide that I was a little surprised that such a wonderful person agreed to date me.'' You mentioned that you were the lucky one. And indeed you always felt delighted to have met him. In addition, you hoped there was some truth to his words.

After dinner, he drove you home thanking you for everything and making small talk about work. However, you couldn't get his words out of your mind.

''Did you rehearse your little speech about how we started dating beforehand? Because it was really sweet.'' You asked him while still in his car.

''I didn't, I just honestly find you amazing.'' He couldn't bring himself to look at you right this moment.

''I find you amazing too. And I hope I could do this in a more romantic way but would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow? Just the two of us this time.''

''You mean it? Because I would love to.''

''Of course, I mean it. I will text you the details tomorrow morning after I make a reservation.'' You smiled at him and after giving him a peck on the cheek you left the car. The moment you entered your home you took notes of all the things you had to do the next day in preparation for your first real date.

[nekoannie-chan]

Desearía que no fuera verdad

Pareja: Malvado Ex!Steve Rogers X Lectora agente de S.H.I.E.L.D., ¿? X Lectora agente de S.H.I.E.L.D.

Palabras: 1079 palabras.

Sinopsis: Intentabas olvidar tu antigua relación con tu exnovio Steve.

Advertencias: Steve malvado, Ex novio, antigua relación violenta, rompimiento, celos, antigua relación tóxica, nueva relción.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para 2K Writing Challenge with the song prompt #13 and the dialogue prompt #4:

“Happier than ever- Billie Eilish.”

“Confío en ti. Solo no confío en ellos.”

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Te moviste incómoda, sabías que todo lo que Steve estaba diciendo en la televisión era mentira, pero después del haber arreglado todo el caos que Thanos había causado, él cambió… o tal vez no, y siempre había sido así, simplemente sabía muy bien cómo actuar, después de tantos años, sabía cómo fingir que era un víctima.

—Porque esa mierda es embarazosa —Steve dijo en la entrevista.

—Tal vez no deberías de ver eso, no quiero que te pongas triste —él te dijo mientras apagaba el televisor y dejaba el pastelillo en la mesa de centro.

—Está bien, estoy bien, en serio —aseguraste viéndolo a los ojos.

—T/N.

Hacía varios meses que no pensabas en él, ahora eras feliz.

«Cuando estoy lejos de ti, Steve, soy más feliz que nunca», pensaste, la semana pasada habías disfrutado de actividades que tenía muchísimo tiempo que no hacías.

No obstante, comenzaste a pensar en lo que había ocurrido mientras estabas con Steve a la vez que tomabas el pastelillo para comerlo.

Steve no respondía el comunicador, estabas preocupada, tal vez algo le había ocurrido y necesitaba refuerzos o tal vez…

Sacudiste tu cabeza para alejar esas ideas, a los pocos segundos Steve apareció, no estaba herido, aunque si se veía muy molesto.

—Me diste un susto de muerte —dijiste acercándote, Steve ni siquiera te miró, simplemente continuó su camino.

“Confío en ti, solo no confío en ellos,” Steve dijo cuando le informaste que tendrías una misión con amigas, que también trabajaban en la Organización.

Al final pediste que te cambiaran de equipo, habías discutido con Steve por eso.

—¿Estás bien? —él te preguntó.

—Si, solo pensaba —respondiste.

—Puedes contarme lo que sea, lo sabes.

—Desearía poderlo explicar mejor —aunque ya le habías contado lo ocurrido, más lo que era evidente que la mayoría de las personas había visto.

—Tomate tu tiempo, puedes decir todo lo que quieras.

—Desearía que no fuese verdad y que nunca hubiera pasado, que todo fuese un sueño. Cada día era horrible y yo terminaba más aterrada.

Siguieron conversando un par de horas.

Finalmente, habías tomado una decisión respecto a tu antiguo departamento, lo pondrías en renta, únicamente habías ido por algunas cosas que se te olvidaron, te sobresaltaste cuando escuchaste la puerta principal cerrarse, nadie más que tú tenías las llaves, pero de pronto recordaste que Steve nunca te las había regresado.

Te asomaste, ahí estaba parado Steve, tal vez te había estado espiando todo este tiempo y por eso habías tenido esa extraña sensación durante la semana.

—T/N, tiempo sin vernos —Steve te saludó, tragaste saliva.

—Steve, ¿qué haces aquí? —cuestionaste, tratando de no ser obvia, buscabas tu celular.

—¿Buscas esto? —Steve te mostró el celular.

—¿Qué quieres? —repetiste.

—Hablar, nunca supe porqué te fuiste de la casa —él respondió—. No digas que es justo.

—Claramente no eras consciente de lo miserable que me hacías.

—Por favor, yo soy lo mejor que te ha pasado en toda tu vida, no lo supiste apreciar.

—Y todo lo que hiciste fue hacerme sentir triste.

—Vamos, T/N, deja de hacerte la víctima, creo que al menos necesito una explicación.

—Siempre dijiste que eras un incomprendido, solo por quien eras antes del suero, pero eso no significa que realmente seas buenas persona.

—Oh, vamos, ¿es en serio? Tu siempre hacías todo lo contrario a lo que decías que harías.

—Así que, si realmente quieres saber los motivos por los que te dejé, deberías de reflexionar todo lo que pasó, lo que hiciste.

—¿Insinúas que fue mi culpa que huyeras con quien sabe quién? —Steve espetó.

—No, lo que estoy diciendo es que ya tenía tiempo que yo ya no te amaba por la forma en la que me tratabas. Porque yo nunca me trataría tan jodidamente así, sabes, yo me merezco algo muchísimo mejor —contestaste.

—No, T/N, tienes que admitir que no fue mi culpa que hayamos terminado, sino de las de tus amigos, porque tú solo escuchas a tus malditos amigos.

—Eso es mentira, Steve, tú eras quien me intentabas apartar de todo el mundo, pero gastaría mi saliva.

—Mientes, aparte dudo que alguien quiera salir contigo, todo el mundo me cree y sabe quién eres y todo lo que hiciste.

—Nunca dije nada malo acerca de ti, simplemente le dije la verdad a quienes me preguntaron —dijiste.

—Deja de mentir, siempre te gustó llamar la atención.

—¡Y nunca hablé mierda de ti! —alzaste la voz—. Arruinaste todo lo bueno, había muchísimas cosas que me encantaba hacer y tú te encargaste de hacer que lo odiara —te estaba costando trabajo, permanecer tranquila, de nuevo el miedo hacia él volvía a aparecer—. Eras mi todo.

—Lo sigo siendo, pero no lo quieres aceptar, vamos T/N, si te portas bien, todo saldrá cómo debía de ser.

—Y no intentes hacerme sentir mal.

—Solo estoy diciendo que deberías de considerar las cosas —Steve tenía una sonrisa burlona en el rostro.

—Te apropiaste de todos mis momentos para brillar, sabes que los planes siempre funcionaron yo era la que hacía los planes y tú te llevabas todo el crédito, ¿por qué crees que tus últimas misiones han fracasado?

—Tú me necesitas.

—No gastes el tiempo que no tengo, vete por favor —pediste—. No me siento relacionada a ti.

Steve se rio. — ¿Por qué sigues haciéndote la victima? tú fuiste quien me abandonó.

—Simplemente déjame sola, carajo.

—Rogers, es mejor que te vayas, T/N ha sido muy clara, no te ama, no quiere estar contigo —una voz masculina atrás de Steve, sonreíste al verlo.

—No te entrometas, Rumlow —Steve respondió.

—¿Qué vas a hacer? ¿Me vas a amenazar? Porque conmigo no va a funcionar, será mejor que te vayas, de todas formas, informaré a S.H.I.E.L.D. lo ocurrido —Brock amenaz�� firmemente.

Steve le dirigió una mirada de odio antes de salir del departamento.

—¿Estás bien? Creo que llegué a tiempo.

—Mejor que nunca, al fin pude decirle todo lo que quería, ya no amo a Steve Rogers, él puede seguir creyendo que es la mejor persona del mundo, pero un día la verdad saldrá.

—¿Aún quieres ir a cine?

—Claro, llevo meses esperando que la película se estrene, no me lo perdería por nada del mundo.

Tomaste las llaves del automóvil, después de la película, le dirías a Brock que si habían aceptado que a ambos los transfirieran a otra sede de S.H.I.E.L.D. en otro país, empezarían de nuevo desde cero, una nueva vida juntos, ahora eras feliz.

[locke-writes]

2k Writing Challenge

Sign Ups Open: March 24th, 2023

Sign Ups Close: April 25th, 2023

Writings Due: July 15th, 2023 (can be posted before the due date)

Rules:

Send an ask letting me know that you’re joining

Let me know the character that you are writing for. Must be a character I am familiar with so feel free to ask ahead of time if you are unsure you will be able to write for characters I know

Choose between 1-3 prompts from the below indicating whether they are dialogue or song prompts. You may mix and match between the two (ie. 1 song prompt + 1 dialogue prompt). I’ll then put your url next to the prompt/s you’ve chosen so you can reference this post.

There is no minimum or maximum word count

AUs are more than welcome, just let me know if you’re planning an AU

Make sure to include trigger warnings in your post if they’re needed

Tag Me and DM me a link if I don’t like the post within 24 hours of it being up. Sometimes tumblr is fickle and doesn’t like to notify me of being tagged

You may sign up to write more than one thing however you can’t use the same prompts (ie. if you sign up to write X character with song prompt 3, you can’t use that prompt if you want to write Y character)

Additional questions can be sent through the inbox. Prompts are below

Song Prompts:

Boris - Lo-Fang

People Watching - Conan Gray

If I Get High - Nothing But Thieves

Fair - The Amazing Devil

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

And She Was - Talking Heads

Bulletproof - La Roux

Pierre - Ryn Weaver

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers )

Vienna - Billy Joel

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake

Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer

Seventeen - MARINA

Sofia - Clairo

Your Stupid Face - Kaden MacKay

Toxic - Britney Spears

All These Things That I’ve Done - The Killers

Movement - Hozier

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

End of Beginning - Djo

Liability - Lorde

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

bad idea! - girl in red

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

9 Crimes - Damien Rice

Dialogue Prompts

“I couldn’t stop loving you, even if I tried. And I did try for some time. But it didn’t work.

“We all have secrets, don’t we”

“After all you’ve done, how can I trust you?”

“I trust you. I just don’t trust them.” ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers)

“You’re the only person I would do this for”

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear”

“What are you doing with that knife?”

“I think you need a hug”

“I smell something burning. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me”

“Didn’t I tell you to bring a jacket?”

“No! You are not getting me sick!”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Excuse me, that joke was terrible”

“Let me get the first aid kit again”

“You aren’t dying, you just stubbed your toe”

“Who made you cry and where can I find them?”

“Go to bed, you need sleep.”

“It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key”

“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“If the sun isn’t up, then I am not up”

“Trust me it looks worse than it is”

“Act like we’re dating, I see my ex” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“It’s always going to be you”

“Please don’t set off the fire alarm again”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No way, you’re taking a break and that’s final”

“You take care of everyone but who takes care of you”

“We promised not to tell that story to anyone”

“Stay there, I’m on my way”

[billy-hargrooves]

My plans for this weekend.

Rewatching the latest Percy Jackson episode. Rewatching for tbe 'hold fast, mum' scene and of course Poseidon and Sally 😍

Watching the first two episodes of Masters of the Air. Can't wait. Hope the series is going to be as good as it looked like in the trailers.

Working on my 2k follower celebration creations.

Oh and simply doing nothing for a while... Lol. week was very tiring.

[wickedhawtwexler]

me when other people tag me in things: this person??? thought about me???? i'm so flattered??????? 🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕

me when i consider tagging someone in a post: i am annoying!!!! i am overstepping every single boundary!!!! i am making an absolute fool out of myself!!!!!!

[holdmytesseract]

Hi love i wanted to request a drabble/blurb with tom hiddleston where he is getting ready with his pregnant wife for an event and she says something like i look like a whale or huge.....

Some reassurance, comfort and implied smut!!!!!!!

Nothing Less Than A Goddess

Tom Hiddleston x pregnant!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy stuff, insecurities, fluff, tiny bit suggestive smut

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Thank you for that sweet request, nonny! I hope you like what I came up with! 🤗

P.S. This gif is how I imagined him to look in that oneshot. 👀

You stood in the bedroom in your underwear, after just having stepped out of the shower. "Love, are you ready soon? Luke will be here in about twenty minutes." You heard your husband call out for you, from which you presumed to be the kitchen or living room.

"Umm, yeah, I, uh, need to get dressed and perhaps put on a little make-up, but beside that..." An answer came immediately. "Shall I help you, darling? Or do you get along alone?"

You wanted to think about Tom's offer for a moment, but your mouth was faster than your brain. "Yes, please!"

"Alright! Just let me take off my suit jacket and shoes again!"

Now you kind of had a guilty conscience.

"Babe, you don't have to get halfway undressed just to help-" But it was, of course, already too late. Tom appeared no minute later in the bedroom, just in a navy blue shirt and tie, matching navy blue suit trousers and - black socks. "Yes, I have to, darling. No excuses. It's my obligation to help you," Tom stated, while making his way over to you and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek; palms came to rest on your six-month baby bump. "After all, I'm this little bean's dad," he announced; wearing one of his dazzling smiles.

Well, that was true. He had a point.

You couldn't help but smile and placed your forearms on his shoulders; fingers buried in his long blond-brown locks. "Okay," you said; nodding. "Thank you." Tom smiled even wider and turned his head to press a soft kiss against the bare skin of your arm; his scruff slightly tickling and scratching you.

"Now, let me help you." You nodded and turned to pick up your matching white dress from the bed. Tom being the gentleman and caring husband he was, helped you even to step inside; making sure that you didn't lose your balance. Then he zipped the zipper of the dress up; warm fingertips brushing your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Once you were fully dressed, you took a look at yourself in the full-length mirror. The dress was new. You had never worn it before. How could you, with the steadily growing baby within your womb? Impossible. That dress would fit you probably not even a month...

"And?" Tom stepped behind you; hands on your hips and pulling you against your chest. "What do you think?"

You bit your lip; giving yourself a once-over. You gently turned from side to side in his embrace; getting a look from each angle. "I-I, uh, I honestly don't know, Tommy... I mean, I like the dress. It's beautiful, but..." "But?"

You sighed; knowing that lying to your husband wouldn't work. "I... I feel like I look like a whale. I-I mean, I am huge..." You swallowed hard; feeling very insecure all of a sudden.

Behind you, Tom blinked in disbelief. "Apologies... What did you just say, darling?" "That, uh, that I look like a... whale..." Your voice was barely above a whisper. The words hadn't even left your lips entirely, when the Brit started to shake his head. "Oh, no, no, Mrs. Hiddleston. I see what you're doing - and it's not good. I won't let you walk down that dark path."

Tom turned you gently in his embrace; pointer finger and thumb cupping your chin. "Look at me, darling." You complied; your eyes meeting his stunning ones. "You are neither huge nor do you look like a whale. Do I need to remind you that you are pregnant and that it's more than normal for your body to change?" "Y-Yes, but-"

"Ah.Ah," Tom interrupted you immediately. "Apologies, darling, but no. No buts. If you are anything, then beyond beautiful. Stunning. The prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. Nothing less than a goddess." You gasped; feeling your heart skip a few beats. "A-A goddess?"

Tom nodded. "A goddess, yes. Your skin is glowing. You look more radiant than ever. Your curves are..." He took a short break; licking his lips and swallowing hard. "...absolutely delicious. Drop-dead sexy. To me, Y/N, you are even more attractive than you've already been. I can't take my eyes off you. Especially not since your pregnancy really started to show."

You were kind of overwhelmed by his words; not having expected this. "Y-You really think that?" You asked; still a bit uncertain.

Tom smiled; his other hand giving your hip a soft squeeze. "Darling, would I ever lie to you?"

Your eyes widened. "N-No! Of course not!" He kissed your forehead. "See?"

You blushed.

"Now do you believe me, or do I have to show you how much I desire your body, once we get back home tonight?"

You wetted your lips; suddenly feeling bold. Tom's words had finally gotten through. Especially the last ones.

"Hmm, perhaps, you should yes," you answered; hand playing with his tie. Tom chuckled darkly; his hand on your hip sliding down to give your ass a small, playful slap. "Gladly."

Tags: @muddyorbsblr @mochie85 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @multifandom-worlds @jennyggggrrr @huntedmusicgardenn @hisredheadedgoddess28 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @fictive-sl0th @loz-3 @javagirl328 @icytrickster17 @jaidenhawke @eleniblue @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @km-ffluv @herdetectivetheorist @lokiforever @crimson25 @simping-for-marvel @cakesandtom @vanilla-daydreaming @kimanne723 @glitchquake @lulubelle814 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @buttercupcookies-blog @november-rayne @mandywholock1980 @lokidbadguy @smolvenger

[fayes-fics]

A Change in Circumstance [Drabble]

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict has some surprising news...

Warnings: none really... just Benedict being a lil bit of a Regency Benace…

Word Count: 642 (250 words max is such a lie...)

Authors Note: the second of my 2k follower celebration drabble request fills for @bridgertontess (ask here). Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

Your heart skips as Benedict enters the room, dressed up in the Bridgerton family blues and looking so handsome your stays feel too tight to breathe. You haven't seen him in a few weeks, and you have to look away. It’s not proper to stare, especially not at a man betrothed, such as he is. You cast your eyes downwards, fiddling with the chair back you stand in front of, waiting for everyone to file in before you all take your seat for this dinner.

So you startle when a familiar scent fills your nose, and Benedict is taking the seat next to yours.

“May I presume to sit here, Miss y/l/n?” he asks with a friendly and casual air.

“It is your family home Mr Bridgerton,” you point out, “I do not believe you need a guest's permission when selecting your seat.” 

Hopefully, your attempt at polite, formal conversation will not give away just how flustered you feel merely being next to him, a blush most assuredly creeping up your neck.

“I was thinking more of if you can tolerate my company,” he responds drolly, a smile tugging at his handsome face.

You have to look away; it's too much to bear. “Of course, you are a most wonderful person,” you fluster, smoothing your dress as you sit. “How… how is Miss Reynolds? Are wedding plans progressing well?”

Even out of the corner of your eye, you see a sudden look of surprise flit across his features. “Hmm, perhaps the grapevine that is the Ton is not as powerful as I had imagined….” he opines, his brow knitting.

“What makes you say that?” you are intrigued that is how he chose to answer your query.,

“Miss Reynolds broke off our engagement,” he sniffs, grabbing his napkin and shaking it loose before smoothing it onto his lap. “It happened more than a week ago; I thought that old news by now.”

Your heart leaps into your throat. “Oh… I,” you stutter, “I had not heard; I am so very sorry. You are a good man; you do not deserve to be treated as such.”

He smiles warmly. “I do not mind. We were, perhaps in hindsight, not best suited after all,” he gets a faraway look in his eye. “She once said art is pointless.”

You can’t school your loud, shocked gasp. “That is positively untrue!” you decry as the waiter leans in to pour you a red wine. “Especially art as wonderful as yours! She is a fool!” you add fervently.

He says nothing but twists slightly towards you, his hazy gaze so intense you momentarily forget to breathe. Everyone else around the table just melting away in your conscience.

“I am sorry, that was very rude of me,” you apologise, shaking your head slightly and placing a hand over your chest. You don’t miss how his eyes drop to where it hovers over your thrumming heart.

“Do not be. I am not upset about this change in circumstance,” Benedict says slowly as you pick up your wine, his cadence slowing, his timber dropping to a level only you can hear as he leans in fractionally. "Perhaps it wasn't right because she isn't you," he adds barely audibly.

And you are almost overcome, dropping your glass back to the table with a heavy thump, blood pounding in your ears. You must have misheard.

“You heard me,” he murmurs, as if reading your thoughts, a lopsided smile spreading across his face.

“Mr Bridgerton!” you exclaim quietly, unable to stop your chest from heaving.

His eyes sparkle with a mischief that you know will be your ruin. 

“Drink up, Miss y/l/n,” he smirks, nodding to your wine, leaning in even more so you feel his warm breath over your cheek. “There is so very much we need to discuss….”

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat @baebee35 @crowleysqueenofhell @bridgertontess @fiction-is-life @lilacbeesworld @angels17324 @broooookiecrisp @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @eleanor-bradstreet @divaanya @musicismyoxygen84 @benedictspaintbrush @miindfucked @sorryallonsy @lilithseve @cayt0123 @hottytoddyhistory @truly-dionysus @fictionalmenloversblog @zinzysstuff @malpalgalz @panhoeofmanyfandoms

[justagirlinafandomworld]

CONGRATULATIONS!!! 🎉🎉

And ooooh, I can't wait to read the first piece!!

I'm There!! 2k Followers!!

Hooray! I made it!

Thank you so much to each and every one of my followers! You're the best and I so appreciate you!! 🥰😘

So, starting tomorrow, (and every Friday till they're finished) I'll be posting a fic for each of the 26 gifs I was sent. So, basically, it will be half a year of drabbles! (P.S. I'm very bad at drabbles, so some of them will be one shots. 😁)

My plan is to post series fics on Wednesdays, and Drabbles/One Shots on Fridays. It's a flexible plan cause my RL occasionally gets crazy. But wish me luck! ❤️

Here's a little preview of the drabble that will be posted tomorrow, using the gif sent by the lovely @jackles010378. ❤️ The fic will also fill a square on my jacklesversebingo card. 🙌

Your blood was boiling as you watched The Woman putting her hands all over Dean. Well, all over his bicep anyway. She just kept touching him, laughing at everything he was saying.

He’s not that funny, sweetie. You thought to yourself.

You and Dean had been on this case for nearly a week and you’d questioned this woman three times now. Well, Dean questioned her. You'd offered to do it this time, but Dean had just smiled at you. 

“N’ah, I got it sweetheart. She’s obviously into me, so I can keep her busy while you search her hard drive for any information on what's-his-name.” He shrugged. “You’re better at all that computer bullshit anyway. So you do what you do, and I’ll do what I do.” 

He’d given you a wink and a smile that made you nearly melt into the floor. But you played it off, rolling your eyes and spinning on your heel to get away from Dean’s effortless charisma.

Hope you enjoy it!

Thank you again. I love this hellsite and all the wonderful people who read my stuff, and follow my silly little blog! You're amazing!

[stellasolaris]

Thank you for 2,000 followers!

As I said in one of my recent posts, it is absolutely wild to me that I have as many followers as I have on this blog. I don't think I've said this before, but I joined Tumblr on a whim around 2019 because I was curious about the fandom side of things on this platform. I had no plans of staying, let alone creating content that was not writing-related. However, I had such a warm welcome here, and as corny as it may sound, you guys made me want to stick around and try my hand at things I never imagined I would.

That little ramble aside, I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who has followed me. I especially want to give a shout-out to those who have supported me, messaged me, or consistently interacted with my posts—just know that I appreciate you guys and that it often makes my day when I notice your usernames pop up in my notifications.

[bloodiedrogue]

hey just a reminder that my inbox is open for requests and such (pls read this first) for the next two days! i’ll be posting the first one later tonight after work!!