#ahoi

[kleinefreiheiten]

09.2014 Hamburg

[x-heesy]

𝙰𝚑𝚘𝚒, 𝙿𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚣 🏴‍☠️

𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙾𝚞𝚝, 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜 @bigbonzo

[revenge-of-the-assbutt]

If you ask me anything at all about this fic I can and probably will go on an hour long rant. Doesn't matter if it's about Kosto, the worldbuilding, or even the commenters. This fic is my brainchild and I have way too much plot stuck in my head that I haven't put on paper yet lol

omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY

Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3

[markgraeflerin]

Zu Besuch in Hamburg - Teil 14

[revenge-of-the-assbutt]

77-79 for a heart of iron for the fic ask game

77: What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

The  scene in chapter 33/34 where Loki is in Tony's brainwashing dream was so hard to write oml. It's probably the only setting in the fic that I don't have a detailed picture in my head of because it's so abstract, and I wanted to write both Tony's and Loki's perspective of the scene, so I had to see it from their pov as well.

78: Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]?

You might be able to tell, but I was originally going to have their universe's version of the Defenders fight Thanos, and that had to be scrapped because I couldn't figure out who was going to be in it. Also, I was going to have Matt play a much bigger role in part one, maybe even delving into MattFoggy a little bit, but as with the Defenders, I just didn't have the time to develop that as I hoped to. I might end up doing a spin-off using both of those, but at the very least that won't come until I start book 2, and probably not until I finish it, so it will be a while.

79: Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?

Hell yeah. Chapter 22 aka when I first really introduced Kosto. His storyline is the only one that has been fully planned out since the beginning, and I can't effing wait for you guys to see what I have planned for him :>

[blue-green-ghost]

The Beginning.

[i-wheeley-like-you]

people thinking robin used this whiteboard as some weird way to flirt with steve at the start of season three when in actuality she was a lesbian with no interest and did it solely to be an asshole and point out how bitchless he is

[paramountltd]

Happy Ahoi Ashtami "पैरामाउंट परिवार की तरफ से अहोई अष्टमी की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएँ"

[captainkatora]

Captain Katora wish you all Happy Ahoi Ashtami

[bhaktibharat]

अहोई अष्टमी व्रत कथा - Ahoi Ashtami Vrat Katha

प्राचीन काल में किसी नगर में एक साहूकार रहता था। उसके सात लड़के थे। दीपावली से पहले साहूकार की स्त्री घर की लीपापोती हेतु मिट्टी लेने खदान में गई और कुदाल से मिट्टी खोदने लगी।..

..अहोई अष्टमी व्रत कथा को हिन्दी मे पढ़ने के लिए नीचे दिए लिंक पर क्लिक करें 👇

📲 https://www.bhaktibharat.com/katha/ahoi-ashtami-vrat-katha

👩‍👦 अहोई अष्टमी - Ahoi Ashtami

📲 https://www.bhaktibharat.com/festival/ahoi-ashtami

🖼️ Whatsapp, Instagram, Facebook and Twitter Wishes, Images and Messages

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🌼 अहोई अष्टमी और राधाकुण्ड से जुड़ी कथा - Ahoi Ashtami And Radhakund Katha

📲 https://www.bhaktibharat.com/katha/ahoi-ashtami-katha-2

[saviwebdezine]

अहोई अष्टमी की हार्दिक शुभकामनायें

https://saviwebdezine.com/

#AhoiAshtami #bhakti #saviwebdezine

[shetland-clouds]

[eskiveuzak]

Son bir yıl neydi, nasıl geçti, nereden nereye gelindi, hayat önüne katıp toz ve dumanla nereye sürükledi, ancak nefes alıp etrafa bakınca anlıyorum. Neyse ki bu boğuşmaların çıktığı son kapı şimdilik engin ummanlar.

Ben denizime kavuştum, ama benim denizimde yüzmek isteyecek mi? O kim, tanımama müsaade edecek mi? Hayat bir kez daha şanslı yüzünü gösterecek mi?

Sorular hep vardı ve hala var. Yeni sorulara yeni cevaplar için yelkenlere rüzgar basma vakti. Açılalım, kendimizi denizlere atalım, başka türlü ufkun ardındakini keşfetmek ve cevaplar bulmak nâmümkün.

[hairmetal666]

"But why is he here all the time," he whines to Robin. She doesn't like him much, but Scoops is empty, and what else is he supposed to do? Not speak to her at all?

"Why do you care what Eddie Munson is doing at the mall."

"I don't care." He scoffs, rolls his eyes. "He's just always here. Doesn't he have anything better to do?"

"Do you?"

"He doesn't work here."

"Haven't seen you doing a lot of work here, Steve."

"You spent forty minutes yesterday drawing on your sneakers."

She shakes her head, but doesn't say anything because he's right and she knows it.

He goes back to staring at Munson, sitting on the edge of the fountain. He's relaxed back, legs spread, looking like he owns the place. The way he's leaning, his t-shirt rides up, showing a tantalizing glimpse of pale skin and the lightest dusting of hair. He doesn't remember his mouth being so dry before.

"You're such an idiot." Robin smacks herself down beside him. "Eddie's a good guy. Is this just because he's the freak and you're King Steve?"

"No!" He says it too loud, a few people in the foodcourt turn to stare. "I'm not that guy anymore. That's all just--" he flaps his hand, can't find the words.

She makes a disbelieving noise, eyes narrow. "I'll never forgive you if you hurt him."

Robin stomps off to the backroom before he can stop her, tell her he doesn't want to hurt Munson.

One of Eddie's friends says something that has Eddie stretching back to hear, pulling his shirt higher, flashing the dark line of a tattoo, and that's too much, that has him slamming his eyes closed, rubbing at his brow but all he can think is--

cold cinder block at his back, hot mouths and fumbling hands and long, deft fingers; desperate, bitten off moans; hands fisted into long curls; the hot, bittersweet taste of him

It was only a handful of times, quick encounters in the locker room, once under the bleachers in the gym. And Steve, he'd never--it didn't mean anything, but it meant everything, and Eddie's been all he can think of for months.

A group of middle school girls comes in, then, and he forgets about Munson as he scoops ice cream and blends milkshakes. The next time he looks to the fountain, Eddie is gone

---

Steve cleans up the remnants of a dropped milkshake at the store entrance, and his shorts are a little too tight, okay, he can feel the way they pull around his hips when he bends too much, but he has to clean the tile before the rush starts and customers complain. There's one spot, though, it's already dried, has to really put his back into it.

The food court is crowded by the time he finishes, bustling with customers. He turns to grab the bucket, and stops dead in his tracks. Munson sits on one of the built-in planters directly behind him. He was staring at Steve's polyester clad ass, but now his eyes travel up Steve's body, getting darker with desire as they go.

He's trapped in place by the force of Eddie's gaze, by the want there. They stare at each other in silence, Steve's blood thumping a vigorous rhythm.

The moment breaks when Robin's voice, calling his name, catches his attention. He turns back to his work without a word, but inside he's reeling.

---

Steve's opening alone, comes out from the back, and there Eddie is, lounging on the fountain rim with a magazine in hand. It's been a couple of days since he's been around, not since the incident. He watches as Munson languidly flips through the pages, seeming not to have a care in the world, and he--

Well, he's never really had to wait around for something he wants.

He stalks over to the fountain, stops when the tips of his sneakers touch the toes of Eddie's boots. And, yeah, he's in his dorky sailor outfit, but Munson didn't seem to mind the other day. Steve thinks maybe he likes it.

"Munson," he says. His hands are on his hips.

Eddie looks up, slow, taking Steve in. He leans back further, crosses his legs at the ankle. "Harrington."

They stare at each other. Steve starts biting his lip. Not as a move--he's nervous, suddenly, that all of this is a waste and Eddie isn't interested--but Munson's gaze hooks on his mouth, lingers, like a warm caress.

Steve's never initiated things between them before, isn't sure if it's working. He takes the chance, though, starts walking away.

He crosses through the seating area, past the counter, into the back, doesn't know for sure if Eddie is following until the door doesn't close right away behind him.

There's a single beat of a second where they watch each other and neither moves, before Eddie is on him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him into the wall.

"What the fuck is this, Harrington, huh?" They're close enough for their noses to touch. "You ignore me for months and now--"

"You're here all the fucking time," he snaps back. "Sitting in the same spot like you own the place."

"So, I'm not allowed to be at the mall now?" Eddie sneers. "God forbid I'm in sight of the king."

Steve tries to pull away. "That's not what this is, and you know it."

"Then what is it, Stevie? Spell it out for me real slow to make sure I understand." He leans in, a little, and Steve stops breathing.

Eddie's lips brush his, a gentle press that isn't quite a kiss, not yet. His knees go weak, the wall at his back the only thing holding him up, but the kiss doesn't deepen. Instead, Eddie steps back, laughs. "You think I'm this easy, sweetheart? That you can lure me with your little sailor costume and I'll come without a fight?"

"Am I wrong?"

Eddie scoffs, turns his head, and Steve thinks he overplayed it, that his misread everything.

"Fuck you, Harrington." Eddie grabs him, then, hands fisting into his sailor shirt. "Fuck you and this stupid, sexy outfit. Fuck you for knowing this would work on me."

His mouth presses against Steve's throat, and he moans, clinging to Eddie's jacket.

"Listen to you, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs. "Making all those desperate, pathetic sounds for me. Almost like you missed me or something."

"I did." He groans as Eddie's mouth moves along his jaw. "Missed you so much, haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

Eddie sinks his teeth into Steve's cheek, and he has to stifle his shout. He's harder than he can remember ever being before, thinks he could come just from the feel of Eddie's teeth in his skin.

"That's not what you told Billy," Eddie says. "When he almost caught us."

"I didn't want him to hurt you," he gasps. "I--I didn't want him to have a reason."

Eddie pulls away, Steve grasping after him. "I can handle Hargrove."

"He hit me in the head with a plate." Steve points to the small scar on his forehead. "That's how I got that concussion last year."

"Oh," Eddie blinks. He cards his fingers through Steve's hair, pulling it out of the way to see the scar better. "Sweetheart. I thought--" he swallows, throat working. "I--I keep coming here to see you. I wanted--"

His hand falls to Steve's neck, drawing him in. For a second, Steve thinks it's another tease, but Eddie does kiss him this time. It's deep, desperate, so thorough he thinks Eddie's memorizing the taste of him. He doesn't want it to ever stop, not for a second.

Outside, someone starts hammering on the counter bell, shouting for service.

They slip apart, Eddie still gently cradling the back of Steve's neck. "Come over tonight?" Eddie's eyes are so dark, wanting, he could drown in them.

"Yes." Because there is no other answer.

He lets Eddie out the back door just as Robin yells from the front, "Harrington! We have a customer! I haven't clocked in yet!"

"Be right there," he yells back, but not fast enough that she doesn't catch a glimpse of Eddie slipping out.

She whirls to him, brow in an angry furrow. "Steve! I told you not to hurt him!"

He can't stop his smile. "Buckley, I promise you, Munson can take care of himself."