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sweetercalypso · 1 year ago

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Texas Hold ‘Em || Joel Miller

Summary: when a heatwave interrupts your lake house vacation, you and dbf!Joel find another way to have some fun

Word Count: 2.4k

Notes: minors dni; stripping, blowjob, unprotected p in v sex, pull-out method, reader on top, implied age gap, afab reader, mentions of alcohol and drinking

Summer in Texas is hot.

Cracked asphalt sidewalks burn underfoot, paired with sharp, dry grass that pricks at your skin when you stray off the path in search of relief.

The sun is too bright, the air is unbearably warm, and the humidity is enough to take your breath away.

Days like this are best spent inside.

With an impending heat wave looming in the forecast, it seems like summer might pass by entirely before you have the chance to enjoy your break. Joel Miller – a drinking buddy your dad had picked up in recent years – had offered you a trip to his lakeside cabin with the promise that a cold drink and a dip in the water would be the perfect remedy for the high temperatures.

You’d arrived three days ago, and every afternoon since had brought a thick, sweltering heat that made it impossible to pull yourself away from the comfort of the living room. Even the calm, inviting waves lapping gently at the lake’s edge weren’t enough to tempt you back outdoors to fry under the brutal sun.

The only solution was to sulk inside, bitterly cherishing the tiny air conditioner working overtime to keep you cool. Joel didn’t seem outwardly bothered by the heat, but you could tell he preferred to stay indoors, too.

“S’posed to be in the high 90’s today,” he says, strolling into the living room with his attention turned to the vivid landscape beyond the patio doors. “But it’s so humid, it’ll feel like a hundred.”

You tip your head back and let out a dramatic groan, resenting the prospect of another day spent inside. You liked Joel, and his cabin was nice, but you wanted nothing more than to feel the sun on your skin, to be submerged in the cool, twinkling lake like you’d been promised.

“Can’t we go sit by the water, just for a little while?”

His mouth turns down at the corners, frowning as he thinks. “That’s up to you, darlin’. Just don’t want you gettin’ burnt up out there.”

You know he’s right. Even from the comfort of the living room, you could tell that it was too hot to venture outside. The handful of other cabins scattered around the lake were all vacant for the season, driveways sitting empty and abandoned canoes rocking idly at the pier.

“How ‘bout we find something else to do? Don’t have to sit here bored just ‘cause we’re stuck inside.”

Joel’s cabin was barely furnished beyond the necessities – an outdated kitchen, a stiff living room set, and a couple beds tucked away in otherwise empty rooms. But you couldn’t complain.

No one comes to a lake house to admire the décor.

He perches himself on the other end of the couch and you move to sit up beside him. “What d’you want to do?”

“Well,” he drawls, stalling as he looks around for an answer. “There’s cold beer in the fridge. Got a deck of cars around here somewhere. That could be a good start.”

“Beer and poker? Sounds like quite the party.”

“Hey,” he laughs, hands raised in mock offense. “It’s the best I can do for now.”

Your head tilts as you consider his offer.

Joel was handsome, aged like fine wine with a glint in his eye that spoke of a hidden depth you’d like to explore. Maybe you could have some fun this summer after all.

“All right,” you decide, slipping off the couch with newfound interest. “You find the cards, I’ll get the beer.”

Five minutes later and you’re sitting across the cabin’s small, circular kitchen table, dealing cards from the worn-out deck that Joel had pulled from the junk drawer.

“Poker, huh?” He grabs his drink by the neck of the bottle. “We don’t have any chips, though. How are we gonna know who wins?”

You place the rest of the deck to the side and pick up the two cards you’d been dealt, fingertips gliding over their frayed, softened corners. “I know another way we can play.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“Instead of winning poker chips, whoever has the best hand picks something for the other person to take off. If you refuse, you lose.”

“So, strip poker?” he says with a dry laugh. “You’re not serious.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. Besides – as hot as it is, we don’t need clothes anyway.”

Joel shrugs and tips back his drink, thinking about the day you’d arrived at the cabin, still clinging to your hopes of having the perfect vacation.

Stubbornly glued to the beach towel you’d placed at the edge of the water, sweat glistening on your bare skin, donning a swimsuit that would’ve made a lesser man blush – he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested.

“Okay, fine.” He concedes and rests his forearms against the table, a wry grin pulling at his features. “But I’ll have you know, I’m very good at poker.”

Four rounds later, and Joel had yet to live up to his claim. Maybe it was just the luck of the cards, or maybe you’d spent enough time observing the man’s expressions to call his bluff, but you’d won every hand so far.

The first round was a close call – a full house versus three-of-a-kind. You’d chosen Joel’s watch to ease into the game, and he’d stared you down with a fire in his eyes as he placed it face-up on the table.

Next, you’d doubled down and won with an ace high, and Joel had been relieved of his shoes and his belt, which he’d dropped onto the floor with the promise of a comeback. The third hand played out the same way and you’d demanded his flannel, stealing glances at his toned arms as he handed over your reward.

By the fourth turn, you were reeling from the high of your winning streak and ready to make your move.

“I thought you said you were good at this, Mr. Miller.” You bat your lashes at him with an exaggerated simper as he deals out the next hand.

“I’m a pro, sweetheart. Just thought I’d let you have your fun.”

Throughout the round, your attention flickers back and forth between your cards and the man sitting across from you. Joel’s left with only his t-shirt and jeans to gamble away, and while you’re deciding which to relieve him of next, he slaps his cards down with a boisterous laugh.

“Well, would you look at that – a royal flush.”

A king and queen lay strewn out on the table, their stony, time-worn faces taunting you with their triumph. You’d been too distracted to notice that the community cards all shared a common suit, lining up perfectly with the cards Joel had been dealt.

He sucks in a slow breath and looks over you in careful consideration, debating what to take for his win. Finally, he gestures to your top and says, “take it off”.

Still shocked by the unanticipated loss, you place your cards down with a huff and shrug the thin material over your head without complaint. The sunlight glaring through the windows warms your exposed skin as you reveal yourself to Joel’s unwavering stare.

You toss your shirt at his chest and he catches it with a raised brow, eyes tracing over the curve of your breasts before trailing gradually back to your face. He adds your top to the growing pile of clothes littering the floor around his chair. When he speaks, his voice is low in his throat, like he’d finally understood your plan.

“Just beautiful, darlin’,” he says under his breath. “How ‘bout we raise the stakes a bit?”

“What’d you have in mind?”

His jaw tenses as he mulls over his options. “If I win, you come over here and use that pretty mouth for something other than trash talkin’. If you win, I’ll fuck you any way you want.”

You bite your lip to hold back the pleased grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. Either way, you’re bound to have a good time.

“Sounds like a deal, cowboy.”

A palpable tension fills the air as Joel shuffles the deck with a renewed confidence. He lays out the sequence and flips the first three over, and it doesn’t seem like the cards are in your favor.

It’s an aimless, faceless group, and the next two aren’t much better. None of your cards pair together, and there’s nothing to do but accept your fate.

You muck your hand onto the pile with a mumbled profanity, waiting for Joel to flaunt his win. When he drops his own useless cards in the middle of the table, you look up to find him just as perplexed as you.

It’s a tie.

Neither of you have enough to make a decent hand, leaving the game in a dead heat. All this built-up tension relying on this pivotal round, and it’s a tie.

“Well,” Joel says, scratching absently at the salt and pepper stubble lining his cheeks. “I’d say it’s a draw.”

“So, who wins?”

He thinks for a moment before leaning back in his chair and not-so-subtly positioning his knees with room for you to sit in between them. “I think we both win.”

You take the glaringly obvious suggestion and pull yourself out of your seat, slinking around the table to situate yourself between Joel’s legs.

“Claim your prize, Mr. Miller.”

Your hands sweep over his thighs as he pops open the button of his jeans and drags his thickening cock from the confines of his boxers. Beaded precum drools from the tip as he languidly palms his shaft.

The sight of his digits running over the length of his cock is hypnotizing – rough, calloused fingers against warm, flushed skin. A burning fire builds in your core as you imagine how his cock would feel inside of you.

“Open up for me, sugar.”

He cups your jaw with his free hand and guides you closer until his salty head rests against the plush of your bottom lip. When your tongue darts out to trace the vein on the underside of his cock, he groans and inches forward in his seat.

“Fuck- take it all.”

You eagerly bob over his length and Joel revels in your rapt attention, in the way you dedicate yourself to the task at hand.

“Such a nice mouth,” he pants, prodding the head of his cock against the inside of your cheek and admiring the protrusion it creates. Your fingers twist into the material of his jeans and you chastise yourself for not starting the game with a bolder approach.

Joel’s hips buck against your face as he dips his cock further into your mouth, lingering briefly on the back of your tongue before hesitantly pulling back with a hiss.

“As much as I’d like to keep you down there all day, we’d better stop now if you want your reward.”

You’d almost forgotten about the bet you’d made, too preoccupied with swallowing Joel’s length to remember how you’d gotten into this position in the first place.

He holds a hand out to help you up, and you lick the remnants of his presence from your lips.

“Where d’you want me?” He trails a hand over your arm, sending a shiver up the length of your spine.

“Here,” you say with impressive ambition. “Right here in this chair, just like I’ve pictured all evening.”

“Yeah? Gonna ride my cock right here in the kitchen?”

You nod with conviction and Joel grins as his hands move to the button of your jeans. He yanks the material down past your thighs, fingers hooked into the waist band of you underwear to leave you bare in one move.

“This too,” you mention with a tug to his t-shirt. You want to see everything while you have the chance – who knows how many times a simple game of poker will amount to this.

Your jeans pool at your feet and you step out of them while Joel throws his shirt somewhere off to the side, dark curls sticking up in odd directions from the fabric disrupting their shape.

He leans back against the chair and holds your waist while you position yourself in his lap, his cock twitching with interest as it brushes against your skin. You’re not sure who’s more eager for what’s to come – you or the man beneath you.

Joel laments the lost opportunity of taking you apart on his fingers and his mouth, but there’s no delaying the zealous way you sink down onto his cock. That’s alright, he thinks with a choked noise, there’s always next time.

His thick length parts your walls with a delicious pressure, nudging against your sweet spot when you settle completely onto his lap. You’re still for a moment as you adjust to the strain, chest heaving with the effort of keeping yourself upright.

“Oh, fuck- you feel perfect.”

Joel’s hands travel up your sides until his warm palms find the swell of your tits. He leans in to sweep messy, open-mouthed kisses against the column of your throat, distracting himself with your heavy breath until you’re ready to move.

After what feels like an eternity of waiting in greedy impatience, you regain your strength enough to wrap your thighs around his waist, molding yourself to his frame as you lift up halfway before coming back down, smearing slick over his skin.

“That’s it,” he grunts. “Take what you need.”

Your pace quickens each time you raise off his cock, coming back down and grinding against his pelvis in one fluid motion. His broad, freckled shoulders are warm under your hands, an anchor for the rhythmic cycle of your hips over his.

“M’not gonna last much longer.”

You pant as his hand abandons your breast to stroke circles against your puffy clit, carrying you to the precipice of your release.

When your movements falter and you crumple against his chest, Joel picks up where you left off. He thrusts up into you in search of his pleasure, grunting as your walls flex around him.

Just as he’s about to tip over the edge, he slides his length free and grips the base with a tight fist, rubbing the head of his cock against your balmy skin as he paints the evidence of his arousal over your naval.

The air is filled with a litany of lewd sounds, pants and sighs overlapping in your equal states of bliss. Joel’s softening cock rests against your thigh as you run your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck and he flattens a hand against the arch of your back, both thinking about how fortunate it was that Joel suggested a card game to cure your mutual boredom.

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 3 months ago

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BG3 Companions (& Halsin) Realizing That Their GN! Tav Might Have PMDD

Characters: GN! Reader! Tav; Astarion; Gale; Wyll; Shadowheart; Karlach; Lae’zel; Halsin

Pairing(s): None, but it’s written as All Companions x Tav so if you have a romanced companion you prefer, you can imagine they have most of Tav’s favor.

A/N: This is a highly indulgent imagine that absolutely NO ONE asked for (besides me lol) but I felt compelled to write it because I’ve been really struggling lately with some extreme PMS symptoms for the last few months or so. I don’t have a PMDD diagnosis yet or anything, but in looking up my symptoms I read about it and wanted to write this comfort piece for it. I kept Tav as gender-neutral as possible in this, but they do have a very active and very angry uterus in this.

TW: Discussion of Menstruation (Bleeding, Cramps/ Abdominal Pain), PMS, and PMDD Symptoms (Including Depression & Thoughts of Suicide) [Note: No one actually says ‘PMDD’, or Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder but that is the syndrome implied]; Brief Mentions of Sex (also small text)

Word Count: 3.7k

“Have any of you seen Tav lately?” Astarion asked, coming to sit next to a handful of his fellow companions seated around their camp’s fire.

“Why? Has something else gone wrong?” Shadowheart teased back from where she lay against a log, a goblet of half-drunk wine in her hand. “Or perhaps, you’re looking for a bite to eat?”

“Ha-ha,” Astarion mock laughed. “‘Bite,’ because I’m a vampire, how hilarious Shadowheart.”

“I don’t know Astarion,” Gale countered from where he was perched on the other side of the former Sharran devotee, “I’d wager you secretly found it rather punny.”

“Ugh,” Astarion wrinkled his nose at Gale’s words, failing to hide the amused smile that graced his lips. “Honestly Gale, as if the orb isn’t enough.”

Astarion, having lost interest in sitting next to his companions, settled for standing, crossing his arms, and jutting out one hip in his signature semi-annoyed pose.

“Come now Astarion, you can’t say Gale’s love for language comes as a surprise,” Wyll joined the conversation, sheathing his blade after having used Lae’zel’s whetstone to sharpen it. “Why I’d wager even Lae’zel can attest that in the farthest reaches of the Githyanki galaxy, the repetition of a wizard’s sharpened tongue precedes them.”

Lae’zel huffed affirmatively, taking the opportunity to sharpen her sword. “Tchk. The Blade is right. It is no secret that wizards cannot help but run their mouths.”

Karlach, having been seated quite literally in the middle of the conversation, from where she lay next to the campfire flames, burst out laughing, sitting up with a start.

Shadowheart and Astarion couldn’t help but chuckle as well.

Lae’zel’s eyes glowered as she looked at her other companions. “I do not see the cause for such antics”

“Yes! Thank you Lae’zel!” Gale spoke up, wagging a finger in protest at the display of his friends. “A wizard’s intellectual prowess is no laughing matter.”

“That which you discuss has yet to be seen.” Lae’zel rebuffed Gale yet again.

“Pfft!” Shadowheart nearly choked on her drink as Karlach resumed her boisterous laughter, Wyll joining in this time as well.

“Enjoying a night of merriment, are we?” Halsin’s deep voice cut through the laughs, his large form coming into view as the Druid emerged from the tree line. Shirtless, and still dripping, his presence brought a warm air to the camp, despite the night’s chilled air.

“We certainly are now,” Astarion purred, admiring the druid’s half-naked form.

“Mhhm,” Shadowheart took another sip of her wine. “For once, Astarion, I’d have to agree.”

Completely comfortable in his nudity, and unintimidated by the other’s ogling, Halsin strutted confidently over to where his fellow companions had gathered around the fire. “I had just finished bathing when Tav came to the lakeside. Said they were going to take a bath to unwind before bed.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t ask you to join them,” Astarion mused, eyes still raking up and down Halsin’s sculpted form.

Halsin gave a half smirk at the compliment, but his mood remained subdued. “They seemed upset. I offered to stay with them, even just to chat, but they insisted they wished to be left alone.“

Frowning, Gale scanned the faces of his companions, looking for a negative reaction, finding a similar dower one had made its way across Wyll’s and Karlach’s features.

Looking to Karlach for solidarity, Wyll spoke up first: “Has anyone noticed Tav to be much more despondent as of late?”

Karlach nodded. “Yesterday as well. Hells, it’s so odd to see them so down in the dumps. They’re usually leading the charge in making sure the rest of us are happy.”

“Has something changed? Perhaps Raphael contacted them yet again?” Gale supposed.

Shadowheart shook her head. “Not that I know of. Besides, even if he did, this feels too familiar to just be a coincidence.”

Lae’zel resheathed her newly sharpened blade before stalking over to the Selunite priestess. “Tchk. If you have something to share ghustil, say it outright.”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes at the quarrelsome nature of Lae’zel’s words but continued speaking nonetheless. “If I recall correctly, a similar thing happened a while back, a few weeks perhaps.”

“Yes,” Wyll joined. “I remember Tav crying after one of our battles.”

“Come now,” Gale countered. “That’s hardly a mystery. It’s completely understandable why they might break down every now and then. It’s been a hard few months, even for a leader as strong as Tav.”

“Perhaps,” Wyll relented. “Although, I can’t recall Tav giving a specific reason for their meltdown.”

“‘Reason’?” Asatrion scoffed. “How about the fact that we’re all infected with Mindflayer parasites which could hatch at any moment? On top of which we are expected to destroy this Absolute death cult, lest all of Baldur’s Gate be turned into a tentacle wasteland!”

“It is enough to make one’s blood run cold.” Gale agreed.

“I do think Shadowheart may have a point.” Halsin put his two cents in. “I do recall around two months ago, Tav coming to me for healing, relief for abdominal cramps.”

“Oh, well that settles it, doesn’t it? It’s merely that ‘time of the month’, rather unfortunate and annoying, but hardly devastating for our capable leader.” Astarion sounded unconvinced, as he looked down to admire his recently shaped fingernails.

Halsin shook his head. “I sensed there was more they wished to request aid for. They were holding something back. What exactly and why, I am unsure.”

“Maybe they’ve just got a tough go of it. I know my whole body was thrown entirely out of whack waking up in Avernus. It took years for me to feel like myself again.” Karlach gestured at her many scars as she did so.

All the time, Lae’zel had been listening intensely, a curious look across her face. “What is this ‘time of the month’?” She repeated. “Is it another,” she paused, making sure to pronounce the following word right, “Tiefling trait?”

Karlach shook her head. “We’re not exempt from it,” she replied honestly. “But no, it’s not just tieflings.”

“You mean to tell me that female Githyanki don’t have periods?” Shadowheart asked, having thrown all her pretenses out along with the last of her wine.

“As I have said before ghustil, we do not become parents through sex. When it is time, we are chosen by Vlaakith to lay the eggs of our young.”

“And this, ‘egg-laying’, as you call it… it, isn’t um, gender specific?” Gale, ever the wizard, just had to know.

“No. Sex is irrelevant. The only thing of importance is whether you are called by Vlaakith to bear that which houses her future children.”

“... Right,” Gale answered, feeling rather queasy. “I think that’s all I’d like to know if you don’t mind.”

“Can we please get back to the point?” Astarion interrupted, rather impatient. “Tav is spiraling or having a mental breakdown or something, and apparently, only the Cleric and Druid noticed, how cliche.”

“Alright, Astarion. What do you suggest?” Wyll asked.

“Well, obviously we need to find out what’s wrong with them so we can fix it.”

“If it is this ‘time-of-month’, then why not stop it before it comes? You know when it nears, why not strike it down before it starts?” Lae’zel suggested, still not fully understanding what a ‘period’ was for a human.

“That may not solve all the difficulties Tav is experiencing.” Halsin finally pulled his shirt back over his head, much to the others' collective disappointment. “There is more, although I am uncertain if I should share it, as Tav shared it with me in confidence.”

“If it could help us help Tav, perhaps it is best to share this once?” Gale suggested. “Normally, I’m not one for shifting loyalties, but I too, have some things I think it’s better I share with the group.”

“Now that you mention it, I do recall Tav saying something off-color last night,” Astatrion added.

“What did they say?” Karlach asked.

“They mentioned they had been feeling rather down. Really down. So down, that they, well…” Astarion gave an exasperated huff, clearly uneasy with the topic. “...Tav said that sometimes, they feel like giving up.”

“What did you tell them?” Wyll asked, encouraging Astarion to go on.

“I said of course they feel like that! I mean who wouldn't? Between the Mindflayer parasites, the constant goblin attacks, the thieves, and the looming threat of this Absolute Cult, who wouldn't want to lie down for a few hundred years or so?”

“I must admit, Tav’s confession to me a few months back was similar in nature,” Gale attested. “They expressed how defeated they felt as if nothing they did mattered. All the battles, all the small victories, it didn’t change anything. The Absolute was still going strong, the threat of the world’s end still looming… They asked me if any of it was worth it.”

Halsin nodded. “I fear I was told more of the same. Tav divulged that they sometimes wondered if I, if we, would fare better on our journey without them.”

A silence fell over the companions, a cerebral, unsettling kind of silence, the kind one could feel resonating, laden within one's bones.

“Shit,” Karlch said, the first to speak. “I mean, I knew they were upset sometimes, but I just figured we all were.”

“Halsin,” Shadowheart started, gently. “When Tav told you they thought we’d be better off without them, what did you say?”

“I embraced them and told them that in no uncertain terms, we needed them to lead us. I reminded Tav how amazing they are, and how, even though they themselves cannot see it, they are truly a marvel to behold. I expressed gratitude for them saving The Grove, for making peace between the tieflings and the druids.”

Wyll nodded along to Halsin’s words, recalling all that he and Tav had managed to accomplish together in such a short time, despite all the odds stacked against them.

Halsin cleared his throat, swallowing down an ardent wave of emotion that threatened to escalate before he continued: “Lastly, I told them how I felt about them, how we all felt about them, and that should they ever require reminding, they need only ask.”

From where he stood, Astarion sulked, a guilty expression making its way across his face. “I, I didn’t know. Godsdammit! I should have seen…”

“You cannot blame yourself Astarion.” Halsin did his best to assure his pale elf friend. “Even with Tav’s confession, I fear I did not heed their words the way I should have. Perhaps if I connected the dots more quickly, if I recorded the dates of their depressive episodes, we could have come to this conclusion weeks ago.”

“What conclusion is that exactly?” Lae’zel enquired. “You say it is not this ‘time-of-month’, and yet, you make no other claims. What cause do you reference?”

“It’s rare, but sometimes it happens that a human’s reproductive organs seemingly conspire against them,” Gale answered. “Well, more than is to be expected, I should clarify.”

“Ah. So it is inferior istik reproductive organs to blame for our dear leader’s shakiness. Then perhaps they need be cut out.”

“Lae’zel!” Gale gasped.

Lae’zel crossed her arms as if to say ‘what’?

“It needn’t come to that,” Halsin cut in, diffusing the situation. “That is not to say it’s not a possibility, but only in the most dire and extreme cases.”

“Yes,” Shadowheart agreed. “And despite my being a cleric and Halsin being a druid, neither one of us is qualified for such procedures.”

Lae’zel took a moment to process their words. “Indeed, I see. In that case, it is wise that that scalpel-wielding bard is not currently accompanying us. Vlaakith knows his surgical skills are nothing more than mere talk, given his removal of Tav’s eye.”

“... Is that a joke?” Astarion asked, dumbfounded at Lae’zel’s choice of deadpan delivery amid such a dire discussion.

“Do not look so surprised shka'keth, I am considered most humorous amongst my people.”

“You know what?” Wyll butt in, “That, I do believe.”

Astarion scoffed. “Well, perhaps, Lae’zel could use her humor to cheer Tav up. Unless any of you have any other ideas?”

“I think perhaps it would be better for us to sit Tav down for a heart-to-heart. Remind them how much they mean to us.” The Blade of Frontiers did not beat around the bush.

“I agree,” Halsin seconded. “Perhaps the message coming from us all would be better received than it was coming from me alone.”

“It’s worth a try,” Karlach agreed. “Gods know we care about them. And there’s no way we would have gotten this far without them.”

“The tiefling is right. Tav may be istik, but they are still our leader.” Lae’zel spoke up, roused by her companions' sudden ire. “We have a duty to them to finish this, to cleanse these parasites from our bodies and destroy The Absolute.”

Shadowheart sighed, before righting herself and walking over to Lae’zel’s side. “If Lae’zel’s in, then I might as well join. Wyll, what about you? Up for an intervention?”

Wyll looked at Karlach, catching her eye. Following a triumphant smirk from Karlach, the duo nodded their respective affirmations before joining Halsin, Astarion, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart where they stood.

And that just left…

“Gale? Care to join us? Or will you be too busy pinning over your ex-goddess girlfriend?” Astarion ribbed.

Gale shook his head, Astarion’s antics not being a new experience for him at all.

“I’m not pining, and, even if I were, Tav is much more important at the moment. Why, in fact,” Gale’s voice got quieter, more serious, “Some nights I fear I would give up The Weave, hells, even eternity if it meant Tav would be happy.”

No one else said anything in response, they didn't need to. It was clear to all of them, that they all loved Tav deeply, even on the days, or weeks Tav couldn't find any love for themselves.

“Do you think Tav would be done bathing by now? Not that I’d mind getting a little peak, though I’m not sure how they’d feel about that.” Astarion mused.

“Astarion,” Wyll warned.

“I’m only kidding. Mostly.”

“I’m sure they’ll be back shortly. Let us prepare what we wish to say so that when they do arrive-” Halsin started, but was cut off by a rustling coming from just beyond the treeline.

“Wait,” Tav’s voice cut through the air, a welcome bit of color amidst an otherwise chilly night, “Who’s arriving?”

“Tav!” The companions turned in shock, feeling sheepish, as if they had just been caught in the act.

“We were hoping you’d return soon,” Shadowheart admitted.

“There are some things we’d like to discuss,” Gale added.

Tav pinched the bridge of their nose. “Dammit Astarion, did you go around trying to bite everyone again? We’ve talked about this.” They let out an exasperated sigh.

“What? Why-?! How dare you accuse me of such a thing!” Astarion puffed his chest up, making himself appear larger. “I’ll have you know we were actually discussing-”

“We’re worried about you soldier,” Karlach interrupted Astarion’s indignant outburst. “We see how hard this has been on you, on all of us.”

“We want you to know,” Wyll continued the sentiment for her, “That we care about you. And whatever hardships you endure, we’ll endure them with you.”

“Oh.”

Their companion’s words stopped Tav dead in their tracks.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. And um, that’s really sweet of you. It’s just,” Tav frowned, “How do I put this? Um… As far as The Absolute and the Mindflayers are concerned, I’m grateful for your help, I am, really. But there are just some things that are-”

“Private,” Astarion finished for Tav. He walked over to Tav, before lowering his voice, speaking only to them. “I think you know,” he whispered, his expression suddenly melancholy, “Better than anyone, why each one of us knows how you feel.”

And with that, the damn burst, Tav simply couldn't hold it in any longer.

Their face contorted. They bit their lip before their mouth turned upside down, their nose wrinkled, and their eyes began to water.

“It’s just been so hard!” Tav cried, their own voice barely more than a whisper. “And just when I think things are okay, that I’m finally better, it all just comes crashing down around me again!” Tav sobbed, their arms dropping to their sides in defeat.

Moving to comfort them, Astarion placed a tentative hand on their shoulder, gently patting Tav with a ‘there-there’. His eyes darted back to his companions, a begging, uncomfortable look evident on his face.

Karlach moved first, coming to Tav’s side opposite Astarion. Despite her engine being temporarily fixed, she knew her skin was still hot to the touch. Still, Karlach hoped her closeness would be its own comfort.

“We’ve got you soldier.” Karlach wrapped the end of her tiefling tail around Tav’s calf. “Just let it all out, it’s okay.”

Tav sobbed even harder at her words, pulling a rather flustered Astarion in for a tight embrace.

“Ah. A little help over here!” Astarion whispered harshly past Tav’s ear, their face wedged between his arms and chest, and their tears and snot beginning to dampen his shoulder.

Shadowheart chuckled, amused that despite him being such a flirt when he wanted, Astaron was still rather unfamiliar with the more platonic, or should she say, non-sexual forms of intimacy. “Step aside.”

Moving over to the huddle sandwich that was Astarion, Tav, and Karlach, Shadowheart wedged her way in between Astarion and Tav. “Just try not to drool too much on my top. It is leather after all.”

“Tchck, Shadowheart.” Lae’zel chided. She walked over to the huddle, standing a safe six inches away, her arms crossed and brows furrowed. “Clothes are meaningless compared to a fellow soldier.”

“I’m surprised I find myself agreeing, but Shadowheart, Lae’zel does have a point,” Gale concluded. “Tav’s emotional state is much more important than any item of clothing, or inanimate object.”

“Says the wizard who eats shoes,” Astarion ribbed from under his breath.

Gale clicked his tongue at the vampire spawn’s remark, but otherwise paid his pale companion no mind.

“Besides,” Gale continued, undeterred. “I can always do another load of laundry. Should you ever need a shoulder to cry on, know that mine will always be available, tears or otherwise.”

Tav nodded, enthusiastically grateful, switching from Shadowheart’s shoulder to Gale’s.

Sighing, as the cool purple velvet rubbed against their cheek, Tav began to slow their breathing, gaining better control of the sobs that had previously uncontrollably wracked their body.

“We may not know exactly what it is you’re going through, but that doesn’t make you any less of a leader worthy of our time and affection,” Wyll spoke up as he came to join the hug pile. “And sharing your fears and sadness does not make you a burden, it makes you strong.”

Tav wailed once more, nodding emphatically as they did so. Deep down, they knew all that their friends had shared to be true, but they were not able to convince themselves of it on their own.

“And if this sadness of yours comes at the same time every month, it may indicate a hormonal condition. Should that be the case, there are many treatments and spells we can cast to ease your pain.”

“Really?” Tav asked through sniffles.

“Indeed,” Halsin nodded, having walked over to also join his gathered companions. “Although there is something simpler, something I always have readily available.”

“Don’t you dare—” Astarion started.

At the same time Lae’zel spoke her own words of protest: “Do it druid, and you may very well live to regret it.”

Tav ignored their outbursts and instead asked Halsin what he had in mind.

“This,” he said, before outstretching his arms and encompassing everyone in a great big bear hug.

Squished between their dear companions, their friends, their allies in this fight, and the next, Tav, for the first time in days, began to feel truly loved.

The world may have looked bleak and hopeless, and with a raging uterus, it may have looked even more so, but as long as Tav had their friends, they would never know true defeat.

…

Squashed between an equally irate Githyanki and a rather sentimental wizard, Astarion wriggled, trying to break free, but to no avail. Turning his head left to face his frog-esque friend, Astarion whispered threats under his breath.

“I say the next time he wildshapes into a bear, we put a pretty pink collar around his neck and march him into town as punishment.”

“Chk. I find that offer rather agreeable.”

“I dunno. I rather like this kind of medicinal approach.” Karlach said, feeling overjoyed to simply be touched.

“You know he can hear you, right?” Wyll, ever the pragmatist, spoke from across the expanse of Halsin’s broad chest in order to address Astarion.

Halsin nodded in the affirmative upon hearing Wyll’s words.

Astarion groaned. “Well, clearly he has now!”

“And here I thought vampires were stealthy.” Shadowheart teased.

“Oh, trust me, darling, all of your times shall come. Count on it!”

“Astarion?” Tav‘s muffled voice asked from where their face was squished into Gale’s chest.

Tav managed to pull their head away from Gale’s purple robe just long enough to give Astarion their best puppy-dog-eyed look. “Be nice? Pleaseeee?” They drew out the end of the ‘please,’ innocently batting their eyes as they did so.

“... Fine. But don’t get used to it,” Astarion resigned before tossing his hair. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Mhhm,” Tav agreed, putting their face back against Gale’s velvet-covered chest.

They knew this moment couldn’t last forever, and it certainly wouldn’t solve all their problems— mind flayers, hormones, or otherwise. But they could at least stay put like that for just a minute longer.

Or as a matter of fact? Make that two.

A/N 2.0: So there it is! I hope you enjoyed. This is definitely something I needed to read like two weeks ago, and also a month ago, and then the month before that lol.

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kaliforniahigh · 4 months ago

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Fluffy Friday!

Reader has been feeling stressed out from being busy at work so Noah plans a secret weekend trip to a lakeside cabin in the mountains to help reader relax. Cozy cuddles by the fireplace, Noah reading some poetry, watching the sunset over the lake, roasting marshmallows.... all of the sweet fluffy goodness! ☺️

This is actually my dream vacation omgggg

You know what the best part is? You don't have cellphone service over there and it just makes everything more enjoyable.

Knowing that it is just the two of you, enjoying each other's company at this beautiful site adds meaning to his surprise.

You need to unwind and he knows that, so he reserves the weekend for you guys to do just that.

You don't have to overexert yourself and you get to just listen to the birds chirp, the sounds of the lake, your boyfriend strumming a tune in his guitar.

You even observe some animals in the distance with the binoculars he brought with him.

You try to go fishing but Noah forgot to ask Folio for tips beforehand so you guys fail miserably.

Watching the sunset over the mountains, bundled up in blankets and drinking hot chocolate besides Noah is your favorite thing ever.

He researched some recipes in advance so you guys could cook together in the cabin, and bought some wine to drink while doing it.

Then you get to take naps and watch Christmas movies (even if it is not Christmas) in front of the fireplace.

He suggested some horror movies but you told him you couldn't deal with that while beinig stuck in the middle of nowhere.

He chuckled and you guys settled on The Nightmare Before Christmas.

You take lots of pictures on your polaroid camera.

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian davis #noah sebastian #noah sebastian fluff #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian headcanons #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens #bad omens smut #bad omens imagine #bad omens fluff #bad omens headcanons #fluffy friday

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gingiesworld · 1 year ago

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The Lake

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Violence. Smut. Death. Amab! Reader

Taglist: @ginnsbaker @gb12d @lifespectator @imaginationeuphoria @louxbloom @mfd-101

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N had organised an autumn break for their family, renting out a lakeside cabin just on the outskirts of New Jersey. The twins were both excited to spend time with their parents. The two spoke animatedly about all of the things they wanted to do, like rowing out onto the lake and learning to fish. Play games and some sports with their parents. Maybe even share some ghost stories beside the fire before bedtime.

Once the two had fallen asleep, Wanda turned to Y/N with a gentle loving smile on her face. Y/N took her hand in theirs and kissed the back of it before intertwining their fingers. The simple gesture was enough to make Wanda's heart flutter, as it always did.

"So, how did you really find out about this place?" She questioned them.

"It was Pepper's parents place." They informed her. "She mentioned that it's rarely ever used anymore since they passed away and thought that the four of us could do with a break away from reality."

The rest of the drive was silent, both of the twins soon woke as they were near the cabin. Wanda relished in the peace and tranquility the place seemed to bring. Once they had pulled up outside the cabin, the porch light was on as the sun started to go down.

"It should be all ready." Y/N informed Wanda and the twins as they handed her the keys. "Pepper said that there is a caretaker who maintains each of the cabins here, so go on inside and I will get the bags."

Wanda nodded as she led the twins inside, soon the twins ran straight towards the sofa to sit down, looking around the room and seeing stacks of board games, even some they had never really heard of before. Wanda walked around the cabin, seeing there was only two bedrooms, a twin room and the master bedroom.

"It's perfect." Y/N smiled as Wanda nodded slightly. "Also there is some college students just a little way down so they may be a little rowdy." They informed her as they placed the bags down. "The twins are getting themselves settled in before dinner."

"Ok." Wanda whispered as Y/N's hands snaked around her stomach, pulling her closer to them as she soon started to relax.

"Are you ok?" Y/N asked her as they pressed light kisses to her neck.

"I guess I am just missing my own bed." She told them as she held their hands over her stomach. "But this will be fun. We could do with a break." She told them as she turned to face them.

"That's the spirit love." They pressed a tender kiss to her lips before they pulled away from her. "Get in your comfies and meet me in the kitchen." She smiled goofily as she did as she was told, smiling as the twins were sat reading their favourite comics they had packed as she entered the kitchen, leaning on the counter as Y/N prepared the food they had brought themselves for the break.

"So, you have turned into a chef now?" She teased them as she took the wine that Y/N had already poured for her.

"You know very well how I can cook." They smirked. "I remember you saying that my lasagna was almost better than sex." They whispered as Wanda just giggled at the memory.

"Ok." She laughed as she swatted their arm as they prepared the vegetables. "Can I help?" She asked as she placed her glass down.

"Yes, you can just stand there and look pretty." They told her as she huffed. "You cook, clean and look after the twins and I all of the time. Let me look after you for a change." She just nodded with a growing smile at their kind words. Kissing their cheek before she decided to join the twins.

The music from the cabin down the way was travelling through. Y/N smiled as they remembered what it was like to be young and careless, well that is indeed how the twins came to be.

Billy looked up from his book for a moment after seeing something in the corner of his eye. His eyes found a darkened figure just outside of the window, soon completely frozen until his mom entered the room.

"Your O'pa is cooking dinner." She informed the twins as she took a seat beside Tommy.

"Can they even cook?" He questioned as Billy turned his head back towards the window to see the figure gone.

"Hey! I heard that!" Y/N called through making them chuckle as Billy struggled to tear his eyes away from the window. Unsure if it was his mind playing tricks on him.

As the night wore on, he never saw it again so he decided to believe that he was exhausted, so he opted to get an early night. Which Wanda had agreed was a very good idea so they all turned in. Y/N made sure the cabin was locked before they joined Wanda in bed. Wrapping their arms around her as she pushed her ass into their crotch. Y/N groaned as she grinded against them, their cock hardening as they moved their hand around to play with her clit. Wanda turned her head and moaned into the pillow, soon shuffling to remove her bottoms and underwear along with Y/N's who soon inserted themselves into her. The two moaned breathlessly as Y/N started to thrust their hips. Wanda kept her head in the pillow as to the not make any noise, especially when Y/N had decided to play with her boobs, pinching her nipples as her moans threatened to become louder than they already were.

"Fuck." They grunted as they could feel Wanda clench around them. "You close love?" All Wanda could do was nod frantically as Y/N gave her breast a harsh squeeze. "Cum with me." And that she did, as she came Y/N had filled her up. Soon the two fell asleep as Y/N remained inside of her, their hands still resting underneath her shirt.

The days went on as Y/N and Tommy went out on the lake fishing as Billy remained with Wanda, playing board games or walking along the lake.

"We should take an evening stroll." Wanda suggested as Y/N raised a brow. "All four of us, it could be fun."

"Ok." Y/N agreed easily as both Wanda and Billy beamed.

"Can I stay here?" Tommy questioned as he groaned as Y/N shook their head as Wanda looked at them.

"They're 12 Y/N." She stated as Y/N nodded.

"I know that but I prefer to keep them both in my sight." Y/N told her. "Especially since we don't really know the area that well."

"I can stay in the room. Maybe leave your phone so you can still get a hold of me." Tommy suggested.

"Or I can stay here with him too." Billy suggested as both Y/N and Wanda looked between the two of them.

"Fine." Y/N caved in. "But the cabin remains locked at all times until your mom and I return ok."

"Yes." The two answered in unison. Both Y/N and Wanda chuckled as the twins ran towards the games as the couple cleared the table.

"You go ahead and grab your coat and shoes." Y/N told Wanda softly. "I'll just finish up here and make sure everything is secure." Wanda did just that as Y/N even gave the twins their phone. "Only answer it if you see your mom's name." The two nodded as Y/N finished securing the cabin before linking arms with Wanda, walking beneath the setting sun as the twins played battleship.

"Do you get a funny vibe here?" Billy asked Tommy who looked up at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate. "I keep seeing this figure outside the window."

"It's tall with yellow eyes." Tommy stated as Billy nodded. "I keep seeing it but I thought it was all in my head."

"This has been the perfect getaway." Wanda told Y/N as they walked along the bank. Leading up towards the oddly quiet college cabin.

"It has." They smiled at her before noticing the cars there were all slashed. Y/N was curious and decided to approach the cabin, releasing Wanda from their hold. Wanda followed them with caution as they looked through the windows, seeing the floor was cover in a red substance. It wasn't until they heard screams coming from the back. Sneaking round to see a blonde man with a manic look in his eye, wielding an axe and striking the college kid who was trying to escape. Wanda gasped as Y/N remained frozen at the sight.

"Come on." Y/N pulled Wanda along with them as they ran back to the cabin. Opening the door and running straight for the twins. "Car. Now." They said as they picked them both up. Approaching the car as Wanda had a defeated look on her face.

"The tires." Y/N looked to see them slashed, before looking up and seeing the man with the axe slowly approaching.

"How are we going to leave?" Tommy asked as Y/N looked defeated before turning to face the twins.

"We are going to run." They told them. "Whatever you do, do not look back." Wanda watched as Y/N went into the trunk to get their bowie knife, what they use when they hunt, although their gun remained in the gun locker.

"We are going to discuss that knife being in there." Wanda scolded as Y/N gave her an exasperated look before turning towards the figure steadily approaching them.

"What are you waiting for. Run!" Y/N told them all as the man was getting closer.

"The trees." Wanda stated as Y/N nodded in agreement. Ushering the twins to follow their mom through the trees. Wanda led the way as Y/N remained behind the twins. Looking over their shoulder occasionally to see the figure still behind them. He had picked up his pace as the bloodied axe was in his hands.

Billy squealed as he tripped over a fallen branch. Y/N stopped to help him up only for him to gasp as he put pressure on his foot. He screamed as the man lifted the axe ready to swing it at them. Wanda's eyes widened in terror as she looked back.

"NOOO!" She screamed as Y/N started to run, just about getting away from the axe as it made connection with a nearby tree.

"Run!" Y/N yelled at both Wanda and Tommy. "Do not stop running." The two soon listened as Y/N had caught up slightly as the man was still following them. It seemed to be more of a game for him, a hunt as the four managed to get out pf sight. Y/N soon found some overgrowth and led them all to hide there.

Their hearts beating in their chests as they heard loud footsteps nearby. Y/N placed a finger over their mouth to signal for them all to be quiet.

"I know you're out here." The voice of the man was gruff, venomous even as he spoke. "I can feel you." Y/N shook their head at Wanda who wanted to move. Billy gave Y/N their phone as they sent a brief message to Wanda. Her phone vibrated as she read the text.

'Get to the boat.'

Once the sound of the footsteps faded away slightly. They had picked up Billy once more before looking around to see that the man had indeed moved further away. Nodding to Wanda and Tommy to lead the way they came. The man soon turned to face them, smirking as they all ran before he started behind them. Y/N soon tripped themselves, getting their foot stuck in the roots of a tree.

"Follow your mom." They told Billy as they tried to get free. "Get to the boat and get on the lake." They told him. He just nodded as he followed his mom towards the boat. Y/N's heart raced in their chest as the man approached. Trying their best to get their foot free just in time to dodge the hit as the axe made connection with the earth.

They limped their way towards Wanda and the boat, Wanda had the twins situated on it as they were ready to leave. Wanda watched with horror in her eyes as she watched the man swing the axe and catch Y/N's back. Hearing them scream out in pain as they fell to the ground. They turned over in time to see Wanda and the twins head out into the lake. A smile on their face before they watched the axe connect with their stomach. Before he could swing again, Y/N used the knife and plunged it in his chest.

Watching as he looked down with fear in his eyes. The same fear that he inflicted on his victims. The axe fell to the earth with a thud along with his body. The twins kept their eyes squeezed shut as Wanda watched him collapse beside Y/N. Wanda wanted, no she needed to go back for Y/N. Her eyes never tore away from their form until she saw them move their hand to their stomach.

"I want you both to stay in this boat and call your uncle to get here. Now." Wanda told them as she docked the boat. Getting out herself as she walked towards Y/N cautiously. Her heart beating loudly as the sound drowned out all of her surroundings. She gasped as she approached them, seeing as they held their intestines in their hands. "Baby?" She whispered as she knelt beside them. Helping as they held their wound.

"Are you all safe?" They questioned as they swallowed thickly. Wanda just nodded as she looked around.

"The boys are calling Pietro." She informed them. "And an ambulance."

"It's not going to work." Y/N whispered tiredly as they gave her a sad smile.

"Yes. It is." She told them sternly as they shook their head no. Tears filling both of their eyes as reality set in.

"My insides aren't inside me." They told her tiredly. "I am dying."

"No." She cried as she shook her head frantically. "You can't."

"I'm sorry." They whispered as they gave her a sad smile. "I had the best life." She smiled slightly at those words. "I have a loving wife and two amazing boys who take after their mother."

"I don't know what world you're living in." Wanda teased making them laugh, the smile soon faded as they began to cough up blood. "I love you Y/N. So much." She whispered as she kissed their forehead.

"I love you more." They smiled at her. "And those boys, can you tell them I love them."

"Of course." Wanda nodded tearily. "I'll tell them everyday."

"That would be nice." They smiled as their eyes grew heavy. "This is nice. Dying in the arms of the woman who has my heart." All Wanda could do was nodded as she held in a sob, watching as they took their last breath, their hands grew limp, leaving Wanda's hands on their stomach, holding in their insides as the sobs racked through her.

What was supposed to be a fun and relaxing break for the family become a nightmare come true. Something that will take years of therapy to overcome.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #gingies halloween special

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eidolonshiva · 2 months ago

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The Upstate New York regional variant of Miku can often be found lakeside as she downs a wine slushy. When she isn't getting drunk by the water, you can find her prowling the local farmer's market or Trader Joe's as she looks for a little treat. She's never without her trusty Birkenstocks.

#hatsune miku #cultural miku #regional miku #vocaloid #art

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hornsent-consort · 2 months ago

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I just read the Antonio found family fic and him being a wine mom is quite real!!! Found family Antonio with reader who is quite literally in love with the beach. Like they know how to surf and everything. For some reason they smell like the salt water and the beach when there’s no beach in the manor??

Found family! Antonio x GN! reader who loves the beach

Warnings: there is no beach (unless you count lakeside village), short, alcohol, Antonio can’t swim, even if he could he still couldn’t since he’s a corpse, was this proof read? We’ll never know.

🐚 Antonio has never been to a beach. Since his youth, he’s been too absorbed with his studies of the violin to even consider going to the beach. This also means he cannot swim.

🐚 with this being said, he cannot swim with you if you ever decide to take a trip to lakeside village. He will be there with you of course, but from the safety of the dry land.

🐚 you smelling constantly like salt water is a bit of a problem. He himself already has a very strong odor of wine, sweat and shame, so when you’re near him, all the other inhabitants of the manor stay far away from the both of you.

🐚 you knowing how to surf was impressive to the others at first, but considering there’s no real beach to surf, you rely on repeating that fact too the point where some people don’t know if you’re playing around or not.

🐚 that being said, Antonio knows that you do indeed know how to surf, but he will pick on you about it and pretend that you’re not being truthful.

🐚 he lives to rile you up, but since this is something you’re truly passionate about, he will lay off if you express that you don’t appreciate his antics.

🐚 if only you two had met when he was human. Maybe you could have shown him what the beach was all about. Unfortunately for him, he died before he could ever see one truly in person. He appreciates the photos of the seaside that you share with him though.

A/N: I am so sorry that I took so long but it’s so short. I have this really deep hatred/phobia for the beach, so I had to consult beach professionals (my oomfs) to help me💔 I hope you still enjoyed this regardless!

#ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁! maxim writes #identity v x reader #idv x reader #antonio paganini x reader #antonio paganini #platonic #found family #x reader #male reader #x male reader #identity v

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safarigirlsp · 4 months ago

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✨ SUMMERWEEN ✨

🔮🐈‍⬛ 😈 & 😈🐈‍⬛🔮

✨ BABBUSHKA’S ✨ 10 YEAR BLOGIVERSARY

🔮🐈‍⬛ 😈 & 😈🐈‍⬛🔮

✨ SAFARIGIRLSP’S ✨ ✨ BIRTHDAY BASH ✨

August is my birthday month, and anyone who's been here long knows Halloween is my favorite time of the year! I also just finished a big 200k plus story and want a little break before starting the next big thing. And on top of that, it’s my wonderful friend Babbushka’s 10 year blogiversary! So, we’re going to celebrate in our favorite ways — by writing spooky stories and tormenting our favorite characters!

REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN for anything spooky or related to SUMMERWEEN! Please read this entire post for complete information, and if you're new, please take a look at my Masterlist. And see Babbushka’s Masterlist for all of her stories and guidelines.

We’re inviting everyone to celebrate with us! Readers and Writers alike!

All Readers: Please send us requests, ideas, thoughts, HCs, anything you like! And as many as you like! I’ll pick our favorites or, very likely, a combination of a few different ideas, and write a oneshot that includes everything I can fit in. Feel free to send in multiple ideas or requests! The more ideas to choose from, the better! All AU concepts, time periods, etc are welcome. Anything is fair game.

All Writers: Please feel free to repost, steal any prompts, write anything, and do your own thing with all of this! I'd love to be tagged in any content pertaining to Adam characters or anything related to Spencer from 1923.

I’m only writing for Mills, Flip, and Jacques for big oneshots. If any new followers have a Spencer request, I would write for him too. I will do HC’s for anyone I have ever written for.

I have a strong preference for horror, action, adventure, and AU's.

My stories generally range in size from 5k to 25k, and some are even more! Look for a mix of horror, humor, romance, and adventure! Everything will contain adult themes and mature content. My masterlist has more detail on what I like and don't like, but one of my few hard no's are ships of any kind.

Requests will be open for one week, from July 26 - August 2. However, because I tend to write longer stories, the sooner an idea comes in, the more likely I am to use it.

This is an Adults Only event. My content is not for minors, or people who are easily triggered or offended. I write mature content intended for a mature audience only. All my content is buyer beware for wholesale offense and toxicity.

Keep reading for prompts!

Prompts

𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺

* 001. the seaside , as the sun is setting .

* 002. a cabin in the middle of the woods .

* 003. a home with a white picket fence .

* 004. a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

* 005. a dive bar .

* 006. a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

* 007. an office building , bustling and busy .

* 008. the back row of an empty movie theater .

* 009. a rundown motel room .

* 010. a loud house party on a suburban street .

* 011. a university lecture hall during a class .

* 012. the rooftop of a very tall building .

* 013. a great ballroom during an elegant party .

* 014. a natural history museum .

* 015. the wine cellar of a large mansion .

* 016. an old school gym .

* 017. a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

* 018. an otherwise empty parking lot .

* 019. a neon club filled with throbbing music .

* 020. the grounds of an empty summer camp .

* 021. a large hedge maze , easy to get lost in .

* 022. a derelict treehouse .

* 023. a spacious , light-filled meadow .

* 024. an underground illegal fighting club .

* 025. an abandoned mansion .

* 026. a cabinet of curiosities .

* 027. an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

* 028. an empty playground with squeaky swings .

* 029. an extravagant greenhouse .

* 030. the base of a large waterfall .

* 031. a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

* 032. an attic or basement filled with forgotten things .

* 033. the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

* 034. the deck of a fishing boat at night .

* 035. at home during a power outage .

* 036. a long , winding road .

* 037. the scene of a violent crime .

* 038. a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

* 039. a porch on a stormy evening .

* 040. a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

* 041. the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

* 042. between the tall shelves of a rare book shop .

* 043. an abandoned asylum .

* 044. a brewery or winery .

* 045. a mysterious trail found in the woods .

* 046. a stable of horses .

* 047. a county fair at night .

* 048. a rodeo .

* 049. a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

* 050. a childhood home or bedroom .

* 051. the site of a horrible accident or crime .

* 052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .

* 053. a home holding horrific memories .

* 054. a drive in movie theater .

* 055. a double-booked air b&b .

* 056. a police station in the middle of the night .

* 057. a violent storm warning .

* 058. a lavish , invite - only party .

* 059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

* 060. a cabin in the woods .

* 061. the underworld .

* 062. a dusty , forgotten attic .

* 063. on the set of a television show or movie .

* 064. a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

* 065. in an archaeological site.

* 066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

* 067. a place from a dream or a memory .

* 068. a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

* 069. ancient ruins .

* 070. the morgue during an identification .

* 071. an otherwise empty library during a late research session .

* 072. a place that feels familiar , yet you've never been here before .

* 073. a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

* 074. a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

* 075. a bar or tavern bustling with life .

* 076. the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

* 077. inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

* 078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

* 079. inside a very old house with very old haunts .

* 080. inside a courtroom .

* 081 past the warning signs .

* 082 around a bonfire or campfire .

* 083 here there be monsters .

* 084 high on a mountainside .

* 085 inside a trendy coffeeshop or bookshop .

* 086 on a road trip .

* 087 at a writer’s retreat .

* 088 under the stars .

* 089 a swanky restaurant .

* 090 on safari .

* 091 a picturesque beach .

* 092 a quaint village abroad .

* 093 in the fall foliage .

* 094 a crystalline winter dawn .

* 095 an expedition into the unknown .

* 096 a treasure hunt .

* 097 following a mysterious map .

* 098 off the map .

* 099 lost .

* 100 exactly where you were always meant to be .

Dark Academia Writing Prompts

1. A history major begins to unravel a murder that happened 100 years ago on campus.

2 A witch disguises herself as a professor in the occult studies department.

3. A group of history students uncover evidence of a witch trial that took place on campus centuries ago.

4. A journalist investigates a series of murders inspired by works of literature.

5. The study of an artifact leads to mayhem when an ancient evil is brought into the modern world.

Situational Prompts

1. Leaves crunching under your boots.

2. Morning air just a bit colder than expected.

3. The smell of warm cider in a mug.

4. Baking cinnamon muffins

5. Pumpkin spice

6. The harvest moon

7. Going to a haunted house

8. Black cats crossing your path

9. Heat of a fireplace on a cold night

10. Crumbling tombstones

11. Twigs snapping on the forest floor

12. Trick-or-treating

13. The call of an owl

14. Costume party

15. Scary movie night

16. Ghost stories

17. Apple orchard

18. A Victorian mansion

19. Scratching at the door

20. Howling at the moon

21. Eyes in the trees

22. Whispers from the shadows

23. Murder of crows gathered outside

24. Something’s under the bed

25. Fog rolling on an open field

26. The only headlights on miles of open road

27. Footsteps coming up quickly from behind

28. A bathroom mirror in the dark

29. Growls down the hall

30. Wrought iron gates

31. Friday the 13th

32. A scream in the night

33. Blood washing down the shower drain

34. Hot wax dripping on pentagrams

35. Lightning over a castle

36. Torn stitches

🏤 Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁 A crisp autumn evening, the smell of leaves and smoke on the air

🎹 Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪ A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳 A foreboding forest at dusk as the sun disappears

⛵ On the beach before dawn as remnants of a shipwreck wash onto shore

🍂 A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃 Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃 After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘 Driving down a long, dark stretch of road after taking a wrong turn

⚡ Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀 An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous plants

🌾 An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊 Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch-black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧 Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟 Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿 An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀 A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇 A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈 The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗 An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🌲 An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑 Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔ A rainy afternoon, running nefarious errands

☕ At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵 A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤 Dreaming of scraping nails against the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐺 A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

🗿 An archaeological site

🏔️ Deep in the mountains

🐆 On safari

🔮 A fortune teller who knows too much

🐈‍⬛ Magic, that's practical

👻 A mansion with a haunted history

👹 A museum at night

🕯 A seance

🍿 Scary movie night

🔪 The killer is here

😱 Spooky slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…)

☠ A cemetery or catacombs

⌛ An antique store

🏠 At home by the fireside

🍷 Go to a winery/brewery or cider factory

⛺ Rent a cabin for the weekend

🏰 A spooky vacation spot

😈 A cryptid encounter

(here are the same prompts on stupid backgrounds because I felt like making them)

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trans-luis-serra-navarro · 9 months ago

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hi! i know valentine's day has already passed, but do you have valentine's day headcanons for leon and luis?

Hello!!!! OOOOOOOOH BOY do I ever!!!!! I don’t think I even need the excuse of Valentines to share these!!!!

• IF he were given full control of the reigns, you just K N O W Luis would go FULL SEND for Valentines. The absolute WORKS. Fancy dinner date, slow dancing at a local ballroom, expensive wine payed for, lakeside walks- you name it. But let’s not kid ourselves that’s PROBABLY not happening. At least not EVERY Valentines.

• Meanwhile Leon is the total opposite- all he wants to do is curl up in bed and sleep the day away. If that’s even possible with his job. Breakfast at 12:30 and bed at 9:00 on the dot. But that doesn’t mean he won’t entertain Luis

• Ballroom dancing lessons. Ballroom dancing lessons ok you know I’m right don’t argue with me. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the lounge room or if it’s at a club or in the middle of the road in the pouring rain Luis is offering his hand and pulling Leon into a spin at ANY chance he’ll get

• ALSO. SINGING. He does not CARE if it’s cringe Luis will wait for the PERFECT moment to bust out a guitar and sing Leon a lil tune- we all K N O W that man has a VOICE after all. And Leon is just. S O O O O enamoured with it. Nobodies ever done something so elaborate for him ever so he’s absolutely head over heels

• Just. In general. Leon is taken aback by how much Luis does for him- be it breakfast in bed, elaborate gifts etc etc etc. And while Luis never expects anything back, Leon can’t help but feel a lil bad when he realises he’s had nothing big planned (wow he just like me fr,,,,,,,,) so he makes up for it by getting Luis something really small but really sentimental. Maybe a packet of his Grandfathers old favourite cigarettes or a nice new jacket that reminded him of Luis.

• And if Leon gets taken aback easily by gestures of affection, Luis gets FLOORED. HE IS SOBBING HIS EYES OUT AT THE TINIEST THINGS. I just KNOW for a FACT this man is a crybaby and his standards and expectations are on the GROUND after everything he’s been though so he’s HONOURED that Leon even REMEMBERED it was Valentines that day- let ALONE that he got him something as special as that!!!!!!!!!

• It’s not necessarily that Luis feels like he HAS to go all-out for Leon. He just genuinely enjoys it :)

• FAMILY DATE TRIPS W ASHLEY OH MY GOD. Doesn’t have a Valentine???? Boyfriend broke up with her??????? Screw it they’re taking her on a date now!!!!! They’re taking her out to get ice cream and to look at the ducks on the lake!!!!!!!!!!

• This one’s EXTREMELY random but stick with me here ok. Apparently during the war in Afghanistan (fuck the US 💞) kids would send soldiers Valentine’s Day cards in case they never got one, and I have this VIVID memory of just SOBBING my eyes out laughing at a complicating of some of the cards posted on TikTok ages ago, but anyways what I’m tryna get at here is I can imagine that Leon MAYBE would’ve gotten those same cards and kept them. And Luis teases him about them. Every. Single. Time.

Anyways uhhhhhhh this is all I could think of!!!!!! Happy late valentines and thank you S O SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH for sending in an ask!!!!! :DD

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jayalover · 3 months ago

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DATES ALPHABET; rhekker edition!

i just miss these guys so bad. here’s what (i believe) we could’ve had <3

A - Amusement Park / Arcade

the two go to Navy Pier one evening after work, during the winter when it's quiet, wanting the best games to themselves. coonor's desperate to show ava how to play all the games and all the crappy pier food from his childhood. however, ava surprises him with her hook-a-duck talents, to which he accuses her of cheating at (her response? "if you were a good surgeon, you'd understand.")

B - Biking / Brunch

they're both not big on brunch, so they only really go when claire and her husband invite them. they make sure to order very different options, just so they can steal from each other.

C - Candlelit Dinner / Cabin Getaway

100% on the candlelit dinner! connor books some fancy place in uptown chicago, just so he and ava can dress up for it. however, a last-minute surgery comes up and they have to cancel; to make up for it, ava snags a table on the hospital terrace, decorating it with candles. it may not be caviar and champagne, but some cafeteria food and just each other's company can make up for it.

D - Dinner Cruise / Drive-in Movie

they may not seem like the couple for a drive-in movie. ava forces connor to go, telling him it's "the only way i'll ever experience proper american culture!", to which he begrudgingly goes along with. let's just say that a lot more happens between them than just watching the movie..

E - Eiffel Tower / Escape Room

why wine and dine in chicago when you can do it on top of the eiffel tower? they both take furlough from work to go there for their second anniversary. it's a second take of one of their failed candlelit dinners, and it's better than either could imagine.

F - Football Game / Fireworks

when marcel hosts a 4th of july BBQ, they go together, hand in hand. it's the first time they've told their coworkers together, and whilst it doesn't come as a shock to some, they're all still supportive and excited. as the fireworks burst in the sky into pretty patterns, ava finds herself in connor's arms; everything is just perfect.

G - Gala / Glamping

gala dates happen quite often, mainly because of connor's social status. neither want to go, it's all for appearances. however, it is fun when they get home and get to rip each other's clothes off.

H - Hockey Match / Harvest festival

connor scores some pretty good tickets for his favourite team and decides to take ava. it's a decent game; of course it's great when your team wins, but what's even better is seeing your girlfriend in your sports sweatshirt.

I - Interior Design Expo / Italian Restaurant

when claire falls ill and is unable to attend an expo, the two take the invites from her. instead of taking it seriously and finding new retailer for D&R, they spend the day fantasising how they'd decorate a place they buy together.

J - Jacuzzi / Jogging

jaccuzis are a great way to relax, especially when your job is so stressful. although, connor does find it hard to relax when ava looks so good in her new bikini..

K - Kayaking / Kickboxing

when summer finally hits chicago, the two make a plan to go to the beach, where they go kayaking for the first time. neither are very good at it (both trying to be in control of where they go, which leads to their usual banter), but they do find some cool caves and crevices.

L - Lakeside Getaway / Live Music

when ava wins a trip away during a gala auction, they immediately take time off to go. it's only for the weekend, so they try and fill it with as many activities as possible. however, not a lot get done; it's mainly fishing, drinking, and of course, sex. but hey, who could want more?

M - Museum / Masquerade

Sometimes it's best just to spend quiet time with each other. he two walk around hand in hand, simply glad to be in each other's presence. it all makes a change from the business of Med.

N - Nightclub / Nine Pin Bowling

it starts off fun, but quickly escalates into a competition. there's no need for it - they just can't help but to bicker over who's the better bowler (spoiler; it's ava). maybe it's best not to go bowling when you're both so competitive..

O - Observatory / Orchestra Concert

it's another date they attend for the appearances, but they end up enjoying it more than they thought.

P - Picnic / Photoshoot

when the weather is good, they go for picnics in the park, stretched out on the blanket and enjoying being with each other, finally free from their stress of work.

Q - Quiz Night / Quiet Time

when molly's hosts a quiz night, connor and ava decided to team up with the coworkers. but what confuses everyone, though, is when they go on seperate teams - they tell their coworkers that they "don't want to scare you with our intelligence". everything goes well until the final round, when connor surprises ava with his knowledge on crappy reality shows.

R - Resort Weekend / Road Trip

it's a double date with claire and her husband, but it doesn't mean they have to spend every waking second with them. connor and ava go off to do their own thing, which includes a lot of typical couple activities.

S - Spa Day / Swimming

this ties into their resort weekend trip. it's a good day for them, finally feeling relief from the recent stressors at work. but it's hard to keep it PG-13 and not get caught.

T - Tiki Bar / Tango Lessons

this date happens as a re-do after ava misses connor's leaving party, but instead of celebrating someone moving on, they celebrate moving in together. it's gonna result in a massive hangovers the next day, but it's worth it.

U - Upscale Dining / Unplugged Date

sometimes it's better to just escape the real world (AKA electronics) and be with each other. whilst it could be reading or spending time with one another, they tend to lean towards coffee dates, just the two of them, not having to deal with their pagers going off or endless surgeries.

V - Valentines Day / Volunteer

valentine's days are the ones they go all out for; whilst they attempt to both have clear schedules, it never quite works out. so, it doesn't surprise ava when a bouquet of flowers turn up at work for her, or connor gets home to his apartment to find a new bottle of whiskey. it's the little things.

W - Woodworking / Weekend

weekends off from work are basically dates for them, and mean they can be as lazy as they want. sex in the morning, not getting up until midday, breakfast in bed. it's bliss for them.

X - eXcursions / eXpensive

of course it’s gonna be expensive! connor will go above and beyond to treat ava right up (which she loves). sometimes she’ll try and get the bill, but he always insists. neither are a stranger to expensive gifts either.

Y - Yacht Cruise / Yoga

for their third anniversary, they go on a cruise. but not just any cruise; connor rents one out so it’s just the two of them. it’s a great weekend away, even if neither of them are the best sailors (at least nobody dies!).

Z - Zoo / Zip Lining

they’re both animal lovers, so the Lincoln Park Zoo is sometimes a date. they both love reading the facts and seeing all the different animals. occasionally they’ll do the petting zoo; connor has his phone lock screen as a shot of ava holding a rabbit.

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