#dan stevens fluff

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 - 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍

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Warnings: friends to lovers, mutal pining, smoking, wet dreams, confessions, oral (fem recieving), fingering, unprotected sex, passionate sex, quiet sex, praise kink, hair pulling, male + female orgasm Word count: 2.4k Genre: fluff + smut Summary: You and Dan are forced to share a singular double bed. Pairings: assitant!reader x actor!dan A/n: The Dan brainrot is unreal atm guys, so here is the one bed trope and my fic for the actual darling Dan. (Also i know i normally use a gif for my story banners, but i couldnt find of Dan with his longer hair :_( so instead i used that picture because it also has a chokehold on me) Proof read?: yes

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taglist: @beautifulthingsarefragile @fizzyfazzy420

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"First you have hair and makeup at 10, then immediatly after, we have the cast introduction hall where you go meet the other cast in your costume, because you just have to be in costume because it wouldn't make any differance to our lives whtether you were or weren't. Not like it makes my life any less stressful." You gave a small nervous chuckle to yourself as Dan watched you from the opposite in the limo with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Then once you have been there for ,jesus, two hours, then we are heading over to the convention center where you are doing an hour of photo ops, an hour of autographs and an hour long pannel. After that, we can head somewhere to grab food, before we head back to the hotel room where two nice big beds are gonna be waiting for us. And we can relax and sleep before another lovely long day tomorrow." You leg started to bounce as you stared down at the ipad in your hands with the schedule on it.

Dan sighed watching you before snatching the ipad straight from your hands, making you look up and try to grab it back off of him. "Daniel i need that do my job please." Dan gave you a stren look with his eyebrows raised, before you sat back and pouted, when he gave you that look he was telling you to chill out and listen to him. "Dear, you have been staring at that ipad all morning, you've had the schedule sorted for an hour yet you keep saying it out loud, so for the last half an hour of this journey, your gonna be my friend and not my assistant ok?" You sighed glaring at him before crossing your arms and muttering "Fine." He smiled and put the ipad down before picking his phone up and turning to the camera.

He nudged your shoulder and held his middle finger up to you for the picture. You looked up and failed to hold back a smile before holding your middle finger up to him as he took the picture. He showed you the picture before you started chatting to each other like friends. Although you were rather unhealthily addicted to your work sometimes, you did miss these little conversations about nothing in particular. You and Dan had known and been friends with each other for 10 years now. For 6 of those years, you had been his assistant after his old one got caught stealing from him.

Soon enough the limo pulled up to the studio, where other members of the cast of Dan's next film were arriving and heading to their own trailers. You and Dan got out the car and headed to his trailer where a hair and makeup artist was waiting. She smiled and guided Dan to the chair as you went and sat a little further down the trailer starting to look at the comic con news page to make sure things were still going smoothly over there. Thankfully they were so you started looking for new outfits for Dan. All while you were once again distracted by the ipad, Dan was in the chair having his hair tampered with slightly as his current longer hair was about right for his costume anyway.

After finding a decent suit that really screamed Dan, you got up to go show him, only to realise that he had already gone to the meet up without you because you were that distracted by your side jobs. You sighed and sat back down and waited for him to get back. After about 45 minutes, Dan finally got back, he shut and locked the door and let out a loud sigh, before pulling his shirt off. You felt yourself staring at him for a moment too long when you looked away. The thing with you was, in secret, you had the biggest crush on Dan, how could you not? His long hair always did things for you, not to mention his body, not too muscular but still had prominent muscle on his biceps. Not to mention his gorgeous blue eyes, you had always wanted to just stare into them for eternity. And he had the sweetest personality, even if sometimes he did look quite intimidating in some of his roles.

The day went on as planned, Dan met a few really sweet fans at the comic con and got to see the cast of his latest film again on the panel. After the con, you both went and got some food from some fancy food place that you quickly forgot the name of. You took the food back to the hotel, signed in, and headed up to your room. You pushed open the door once it unlocked and mostly just dumped the bags in a space next to the door. You and Dan walked further into the room chatting and put your food down before Dan gave your shoulder a tap, looking at the main area of the room. "There's only one bed love." Your eyes widened as you spun round and groaned, seeing the affirmentioned only double bed in the room. "Shit im sorry Dan, i could have sworn i booked a room with two beds." He chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, we've known each other long enough, i think we can share a bed." You gave a small smile before grabbing your food and sitting down at the small table in the room to eat.

Later on you had finished ordering Dan the suit from earlier whilst sat on the bed, when you caught a glimpse of him over the top of your laptop. He was out on the balcony with a ciggerate between his fingers. God he looked gorgeous. A few stray strands of hair had fallen into his face, covering his eyes slightly as he took a drag from his ciggerette. He had on his black suit from earlier with a leather trench coat on instead of a blazer, as it was colder outside since it was currently october. You must have been staring for a while as Dan caught the sight of you in the corner of his eyes. He turned and looked at you smiling before letting the smoke slowly flow out of his mouth. Your cheeks turned bright red before you ducked down to hide behind your laptop again.

For the rest of the evening, up until you were in the bathroom changing into an oversized shirt and shorts for bed, the image never left your mind once. Whilst in the bathroom, you splashed your face with some water and hummed before coming out of the bathroom. When you looked at the bed, there was Dan, shirtless with the covers just up to his waist. You looked down and walked to the other side of the bed silently. You layed down with your back to him and turned off the lamp. You heard Dan groan slightly from behind you. "You alright there love? You're a bit quiet." You hummed quickly in response and closed your eyes to sleep, soon enough falling asleep.

Soon after your eyes closed, you felt yourself drift into a dream. As you looked round in the dream, you saw Dan back on the balcony, again with the ciggerate between his fingers, but this time, as soon as you saw hum, Dan started to walk over. He put the cigarette in an ashtray and leaned over. His hand tilted your face up at him before he gently blew the smoke down onto your face. The whole thing felt intoxicating as he pushed you down onto the bed and crawled over you. His lips pressed against your stomach and worked their lower and lower. You softly moaned out his name as his rubbed his palm against your clothed cunt before he spoke. "Darling, darling look at me, y/n wake up."

Your eyes slowly opened to see the real Dan looking down at you from where he sat up. "Hey, you were um, making quite a bit of noise." Your eyes widened as you remembered the filthy dream you had just been having about this same man. "Dan i um-" You were about to confess before you just stiffened up, you didn't know what to do. In the dim light, you could still see Dan's lips curl up into a smirk. "Darling i don't think you need to say anything else." His eyes darkened before he pulled you into a soft kiss. You felt yourself loosen, before climbing into his lap and holding Dan's face between your hands.

You pulled back for a second and looked into Dan's eyes. "Daniel Jonathon Stevens, i have loved you ever since i met you in that filty fucking bar and i have been waiting all this time for you to do this." He grinned up at you. "Trust me sweetheart, I've been waiting just as long to have you say those words to me." Before you could give him some snarky reply, Dan flipped you both over and kissed down your neck, as his hands roamed around under your shirt. Your hands held the back of his head against your neck, the feeling was 10 times more euphoric than anything you had ever dreamt of. You let out a small squeak as Dan's hand found your breast and gave it a desperate squeeze.

Dan smiled and pushed your shirt up, taking your nipple between his teeth gently. You hummed before he started to kiss down your stomach. You subtly bit your lip watching him before he slid your shorts down your legs, along with your panties. Dan pushed your legs apart and layed on his stomach between them, before lifting one of your legs and resting it on his shoulder. He looked up at your face for approval. "Please don't tease." Already you sounded so desperate, so whiny, all for him. "Wouldn't dream of it pretty girl." He wasted no time in licking a stripe up your cunt before pressing his tounge into you. You arched your back as your hands shot to tangle up in his soft brown locks.

One of his hands gripped your thigh so tight you were sure there would be a white handprint underneath. While his other hand was blindly groping and massaging the sound mounds of flesh under the shirt. Soft moans became muffled by your hand as you covered your mouth, knowing there were other people sleeping soundly in the rooms next to you, possibly even one of Dan's costars. You felt his hand pull away from your breast causing a small whine before you let out a louder gasp as Dan pushed two fingers into you, now sucking on your clit.

You threw your head back as your legs started to writhe, which was quickly shut don by dan as he somehow tightened his death grip on your thigh. Dan hummed against your clit, as his fingers curled in a 'come here' motion inside you, stroking that one spot. You clenched round his fingers, signalling that you were close. You felt right on the edge, when you felt an absence of fullness. Your head shot up whining to see Dan licking his lips and pushing his boxers down just enough to let his throbbing cock free. You could see your wettness in Dan's beard as it shimered in the moonlight.

"Don't whine now angel, i want you to come on my cock." He crawled back onto the bed and placed his knees either side of yours as he lined himself up. Your arms wrapped round his neck and pulled him down into a kiss right as Dan pushed his full legnth into you. You furrowed your brows and laid there with your mouth open as Dan kissed the side of your mouth sloppily. He let you adjust to his ,suprisingly large, size before slowly starting to move. Dan laid his forehead on your shoulder, groaning quietly. "Fuck you feel so incredible my love." Your hands once again found his hair and wove your fingers into it. For the most part you had been fairly quiet, that was until Dan managed to hit that spot once again.

You squealed his name before Dan quickly clamped a hand firmly over your mouth. You whimpered as he whispered against your skin between leaving small purple marks on it. "Shhh, quiet for me angel, don't someone to complain and make us stop now do we?" You shook your head as he hiked your thigh up and held it at his hip with his free hand. You soon felt you orgasm building again and tugged at Dan's hair slightly, causing him to groan and dig his nails into your thigh. "You close darling?" You nodded frantically and squirmed under him. "Go ahead, let me feel how good i make you sweetheart." His tone was lust filled and sultry as he spoke and panted in your ear. His voice was the last push before your orgasm hit. Your eyes rolled back and your thighs shook. Dan thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your thigh, cursing under his breath as he did.

Once he was sure the last drop of his load was on your thigh, Dan flopped down next to you, panting and glistening with sweat, and yet he'd never looked hotter. "You alright angel?" You turned your head to the side and nodded, smiling. "Much better now that you know how i feel about you." Dan smiled softly and leant over, kissing your cheek before getting up and going to the bathroom. You laid there motionless, staring at the ceiling with a small smile on your face at the thoughts of you and Dan finally getting together. He soon came back with a rag and some clean boxers on. Dan wiped the cum from between your legs and off of your thigh, before tossing the rag onto the pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

Dan got you into one of his hoodies and a fresh pair of panties before laying in bed and cuddling with you, his face nestled in your neck. You hummed and intertwined his fingers with your as his hand rested on your stomach protectively. You kissed the back of his hand before closing your eyes to sleep. "Oh darling one little thing." You hummed in acknowledgement, not bothering to open your eyes. "You should probably use some foundation on your neck tomorrow." You groaned as he chuckled. "You're lucky i love you Daniel bloody stevens."

[stardancerluv]

When the Predator Becomes the Prey

Part 4

Summary: Remembering the beginning.

Notes/Warnings: Language, Implied sex, implied illegal behavior. (Be safe) Shifted the pov to reader…wanted to give a different view of him & her. A little longer of a chapter! Thank you for reading. Enjoy!

❤️s, feedback, comments & reblogs are appreciated.

Your heart was still racing from riding Nicky at the dinner table. Still breathless gripping the white porcelain edge of the pedestal sink you eyed your reflection. Your hair was in complete disarray, your cheeks were flushed and you were certain, he had left bruises on your hips from where he held you in place. He had channeled in his anger into his passion that you brought out of him just as you had channeled your angst over the entire situation.

“Doll, the take-out is getting cold.” Nicky’s voice came through the door. “Don’t stay in there all night.”

You pressed your lips together and grimaced. “I’ll be right out.” You called back.

You had not meant to make him so angry but now, now you felt much better. Worry had been prickling at you. Stepping back, you eyed the gentle swell. Becoming a mother had not ever been on your personal to-do list. But the attraction between you had been stronger then anything you had ever felt. Your body and had eagerly taken his seed as you had responded to that easy smirk, touch or kisses.

You had always thought he was bad news. He still was but was on the other side of life. There was a razor’s edge to him that you were certain, would lead to your death. It still could. Damn, maybe it was pregnancy brain or the chemistry you had between the two of you, but you’d happily die on that razor edge for him.

You splashed some cool water on your face and turning you headed back out. He had placed your fork back beside your plate.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist as you walked by. His thumb easily caressing you.

“Are you better?”

His were warm, the anger was gone but the determination he had in most situations was there in the sky blue.

You nodded.

“Let me hear you say it.”

“I am better Nicky. I am sorry I doubted you, I mean us.” You quickly spoke over the you.

“Good. Now don’t fucking let those insecurities win again.”

“I won’t.”

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You snapped awake. Glancing, around you spotted, What to Expect When Expecting was open and sitting on the coffee table and a blanket was draped over you.

“Nick? Nicky?”

Looking around you spotted light pouring from under the door of his room. He took care of things in there, he prepared and he finished things there as well. You never went in there.

Pulling the blanket aside, you went over. You knocked softly. “Nicky?”

You heard some shuffling on the other side, you backed up.

“Hey there sleepy head.” He gave you a half smile.

You smiled, feeling as he looked you up and down. “Are you ok?”

“Yup.” You nodded. “Just woke up.”

“I’m almost done in here.”

“Ok! You said brightly. “I was thinking of taking a bath.”

His eyes lit up. “Want me to join you?”

You were warmed by the thought. “Could be nice.”

“Alright, why don’t you get it started and I will he there shortly.”

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You sat on the rim of the tub watching the water begin to rise. Taking a the cork out of glass bottle, with a smile you happily sniffed at the rose-hip oil before pouring some into the water.

Carefully you pulled your now wrinkled dress off and with your panties; you tossed them into the hamper. Opening your vanity, grabbing a hair tie and put your hair up.

Holding onto the rim and your tummy with careful moves; sighing you immersed yourself into the water. Relief filled you. This felt so good.

You were glad, Nicky was in a better mood. You had not meant to upset him. You remembered when you had first saw him.

******

You eyed your reflection in the backroom and twirled.

“Hi girlie, look at you.” Stacy snapped her gum and came up behind her. She smiled at your reflection. “You look hot.”

You nudged her away. “I am not.”

“You are the boys out there will love you.”

You rose an eyebrow. “All the better for tips.”

“We’ll see.”

“Go get em, girl.”

You forced a smile and went over to the double doors. Taking a quick breath you went out there.

The clinking of glasses, the hum of conversation broken up by some shrill laughs filled the air.

You saw some prospects but you hesitated, continuing to move among the tables. Before you realized it, you had walked towards the back. That’s when you saw him.

A lone man, you caught sight of him before he saw you.

“Hello there handsome, is there anything I can get you?”

With a breath, you managed your best smile. Though, your nervousness made your heart skip a few beats.

Then he looked up from his phone. Your heart picked up speed, he was so handsome. The most attractive man you ever laid your eyes on.

Hair fantastically slicked back, a glint of chain laid on under his button down shirt and their was a twinkle in his dark eyes.

He slipped his phone away, his lips curled into a smirk. “Give me a twirl baby?”

Annoyance prickled you. Your smile tightened on your face. “I’m not for sale.”

“Am I trying to buy you? No. Now give me a twirl.” His voice was sharp.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” Pressing your lips together, you twirled.

“Very nice.”

He leaned toward you, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Look, I got some important guys coming in. Wanna be the girl for our table tonight, and I’ll treat you right?”

You put a hand on your hip. “I’m not sure I can do that.”

You nervously glance around.

“Go tell your boss, Adam is asking for you.” He sat back and smirked.

“Oh alright.” You muttered under your breath and fluttered off.

Your heart was thumping in your chest as you made your way back to Tommy’s office. You took a breath and knocked.

“Yeah?!“

Opening the door, you peaked around it. You smiled despite how your stomach lurched at the sight of him. He always reminded you on a toad perched on a rock waiting to snatch a fly out of the air. Not once he had raised his voice to you, but he still grossed you out.

“Yes, sugar?”

You swallowed, you came more into his office. You blinked at the the swirls of cigar smoke in the small room.

“Some guy named Adam asked if I could be the girl for his table tonight.”

“Adam, huh?” He sat back in his seat, making it creak and groan under him. “Have you met him before?”

You shook your head. “No sir.”

“He’s a pretty big deal, one of our steady clients; Lambert thinks he’s a good man.”

“Ok.” You didn’t know what else to say, you didn’t know exactly what that meant.

“Be your usual sweet self. If he asks for anything unusual tell me.”

“Unusual?”

Tommy moved forward practically bracing himself against his large desk. “Blow, girls who are not ours.” The rest of his words were garbled in his big lips.

You nodded. Stacy had told you interesting things went down there but the pay was good. This would be your introduction to it, you guessed.

“Now you be a good girl because if he complains about you, I won’t be happy.”

“Yes, sir.”

As you made your way back; you don’t know why but your heart kind of sank when you saw one of the girls practically curled up to his side, making doe eyes and playing with his chain.

He became more erect, practically separating himself from her as you drew closer. He ran his fingers through his slicked back hair.

Why should he even care, you wondered. You guessed people acted differently in these kind of establishments. You’d just roll with it.

“What did he say doll?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. Now go and get me a neat whiskey.”

“Yes, sir.”

One of the corners of his mouth twitched up at your words.

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“Room enough in there for me?” His voice broke into your memory.

You gasped and smiled. “Of course.”

You easily scooted towards the brushed nickel bathtub fixtures. Idly you remembered how growing up having a tub like this would have been something from a dream or a catalog.

A smile curled your lips as you felt his hands take a hold of you and you were soon resting against him.

His chin rested on the top of your head.

“What had you so far away?”

Rarely, did he concern himself too much about you and your day dreams. He had enough on his mind, making sure things were taken care or getting done. He also knew you were pretty self sufficient.

“Remembering, when we first met.”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “You were the prettiest piece of ass I had ever seen. I needed someway to get to know you better.”

“Is that so?” You countered. “Jenna, was practically hanging off of you when I got back from speaking with Tommy.”

“Well, I had to ignite your jealousy.”

“Oh? And what made you think that would do it?”

You could see him smirking without even a glance back at him.

“The way you were towards me before I asked you to be the girl for my table.”

“I could have thought you were just like every other asshole that came into that place.”

He chuckled. “But I wasn’t.”

You moved easily in the water. Turning and seeing him like he was then; made your heart skip. Arms on the rim of the tub, silver chain glistening against his chest hair and pearls of water that clung to him after getting into the tub and his ice like blue eyes hooded in his confidence of the memory and himself.

“You certainly weren’t.” You kissed his jaw.

*******

His phone chirped to life as he oiled his hand gun.

Found the pack. Meeting at noon tomorrow. Warehouse on Lexington and Park. He read Lambert’s message.

He put the rag and gun down, and wiped his hands on his slacks.

Good. He typed back.

Getting up, he came out of his room. Not finding you in the living room, he went to check the bedroom. You were deep into your closet.

“Planning on going somewhere?” He leaned against the door frame.

You jumped. He smiled.

“I am trying to find something to wear to the ultrasound.”

“That’s tomorrow?” He took off his glasses and wiped away a smudge he spotted.

“Yes, I told you over breakfast.”

“Oh right. Was distracted waiting for Lambert’s call.” He admitted.

You made a face and turned back to your clothes.

“When is the appointment?”

“Twelve-Thirty.” You continued shifting through the colorful fabrics.

“I’ll try and make it.”

That’s when you turned, and took a step towards him. “We will find out what we’re having.”

He stepped closer. “Are we sure we want to find out?”

He couldn’t read your expression and that annoyed him.

“We agreed that we did.”

“I will try.”

*******

He eyed his wrist watch. Ten of twelve. It was a clear day, the sun was bright and there was not a cloud to be seen. His uber was a block away from his destination.

*******

With a small pile of clothes laid at your feet, you decided finally on a cami and hoodie and some leggings. Satisfied, you zipped up the light hoodie.

The jell for the ultrasound always left you cold. Despite having a good breakfast, you felt ill. Nicky had tried to sweeten you up by ordering in your favorite breakfast. You were upset that he would not be there.

******

He walked in. He didn’t like being this exposed. The pay off was worth it, he reminded himself.

A laugh bounced off the walls.

“I knew that you’d be the first to arrive.” The voice echoed.

Turning, he saw Lambert walking over to him and he nodded.

Shrugging, he glanced down at his watch. Five of Twelve.

******

“Mrs. Barrett.” You said to the receptionist looked up at you.

“Oh! You’re early.”

You glanced at the big clock behind the woman. Twelve - Fifteen.

“I was told that’s best.”

“It is. Most don’t.”

You smiled and shrugged.

@the1redrose @blurpleuni-squid

[tangerinesgirl]

thinking about having a 🍃 session with David Collins

The evening winds down, everyone is stoned and passed out on the sofa, but you and David decide to have one last joint together. David is practically sober with his super human stamina. He loves seeing you high, the effects of the drug on your body, becoming more and more open as the night goes on. Sitting next to you, spreading his legs to get comfortable, he lights it, then tossing the lighter onto the table while taking a puff. The joint in his hand hovers over yours.

You're just about to take it when David tilts your head to look at him. His index finger teasing the bottom of your lip, signaling for you to open your mouth. You comply, David leaning towards you, before taking you into a passionate kiss. Your hands instinctively wrap around his neck, as he exhales the smoke from his mouth into yours. Lust and fumes make your head dizzy as you desperately inhale his second-hand smoke like oxygen. Your tongue intertwined with his, as David's hand trails from your cheek to the back of your head, pushing you closer into the kiss.

As David slowly pulls away, you exhale the leftover smoke, eyelids heavy as the effects finally start to kick in. You sigh deeply, blissed out, stroking and pulling at his hair absentmindedly. Your grip starts to loosen as you feel your body grow heavy with tiredness. His piercing blue eyes are the last thing you see before your head hits the sofa, drifting into a peaceful sleep.

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Fuck the rules

Warnings: smut

After Lambert had left, all they wanted was Adam all over them. They didn’t think they’d get horny during a job, but they needed their man now. Adam did think that they looked especially hot tonight, and wondered if he’d be able to not break the rule of no ass grab

But he was determined to be well behaved during the night. They sat next to him at the bar as everyone else had went to explore the place. They would look to be on his lap and straddling him, but they weren’t gonna give in no matter how much they craved him

His hand subconsciously moved to their thigh, which makes them shocked. Once the two were done with the drinks, his hand goes further up their thigh. “Frank” they started, but he immediately shushed them as he was fully aware of what his hand is doing now

He felt how much they needed him, which makes him more horny. They were a blushing mess now as they wondered if anyone would catch the two at the moment. “Fuck. Baby I need you” he whines, which makes them shocked. “Want me to take care of you sir? You know I’m good at that” they say, which makes him grasp onto their thigh that wasn’t being covered by a pair of short shorts

He insisted they wear it so he’d get a good view. He also told them not to wear underwear either. He knew that was a good idea. “Fuck” they cursed as he brings them onto his lap so they could feel how hard he was. “This is what you do to me babe” he says in a low voice as he places his hands firmly onto their waist

“Let me bring you somewhere more comfortable to sit” he says as he lifts them up bridal style once he gets off the bar stool. He brings them over to the couch, and he sits down as he props them on his lap. His hands go back onto their waist now as they now start to straddle him

His head arches back already, and he lets out needy moans. “Shh” they say as they subconsciously cover his mouth. He holds them in place as they realized what they’ve done. He takes one of his hands off of their waist to move the hand that was covering his mouth

“Don’t fucking do that again, you understand?” He asked in frustration, which only makes them more horny. “Yes sir” they moaned out quietly, which makes him amused. His hand goes back onto their waist, and he lets them continue to straddle him until he came in his pants

He was moaning the whole time, not caring about how loud he was. The thought of getting caught excited Adam, and he was determined to achieve that goal. “Take my cock out, so I can feel your walls” he orders, which they happily listen. Once his cock was out, they moved their shorts down a bit so he could easily enter them

Now they’re holding onto the chair, and bouncing up and down on his cock. His hands were grasping onto their waist more firmly now as they let out loud moans now. They wanted to caught now since the thrill excited them just as much as did for him. He uses their code name when moaning their name

Each other’s moans began to echo throughout the bar, which makes them cum. “Jesus!” Sammy shouts as she looks away from the two. This makes him cum a second time, and they also came again already as well. They stopped and pulled their shorts back up

“You guys really couldn’t have done that in the million rooms in this place?” Sammy asked in annoyance as he pulls his boxers and pants up. “We got impatient” Adam says as his forehead pressed against theirs. His glasses had been off this whole time, but he felt too lazy to get them off of the bar now

Sammy looks back to see how gentle he was being towards them after that. She found it adorable and the only redeeming quality of his. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise. I’m sure you’d like to keep this a secret to the rest of the group” she says as his eyes were on only them

They were only paying attention to his face as well. The face they loved ever since the two met. He begins to rub their back now, which soothes them. “We would” Adam says as he continues to rub his lovers back. Sammy smiles at how cute the two looked together, and went off into one of the many rooms to chill in

[gvtted-ratz]

>request/idea rules<

requests: open

>marvel<

anthony "tony" stark/iron man, peter benjamin parker/spider-man, wade wilson/deadpool, helmut zemo, james "bucky" barnes/winter soldier, matthew "matt" murdock/daredevil, franklin "foggy" nelson, frank castle/the punisher, william "billy" russo/jigsaw, miguel o'hara, spider-punk/hobart "hobie" brown (smatsv)

>horror/thriller<

slashers/antagonists

billy lenz (black christmas 1974), brahms heelshire, martin mathias (martin 1977), harry warden/the miner (og and remake), asa emory (the collector), jason voorhees (og and 2009 remake), michael myers (og and rz remake), lester sinclair (house of wax), vincent sinclair (house of wax), mark hoffman (saw 4/5), lawrance gordan (saw 2004), hannibal lecter (nbc hannibal), will graham (nbc hannibal)

final/”good” guys

arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), nicholas "nick" henry jones (house of wax), peter strahm (saw 4/5), adam faulkner stanheight (saw 2004), david radford (saw 0.5)

>games<

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micah yujin

john doe +

john doe

duskwood 

richy rogers, phil hawkins, jake "hakermen", thomas, daniel "dan" anderson

killer frequency

forrest nash, henry barrow

the price of flesh

machaete, thomas (tom), jackal (jack/dean), derek goffard, matt goffard, mason heiral, dragon (jace/jason), komodo (mike/michael), the announcer (fox/ren hana)

that's not my neighbour 

physicist/dr. w. afton, milkman/francis mosses, hoon (milkman doppelganger), scarlet milk (milkman doppleganger), pilot/steven rudboys, d.d.d agent (hazmat guy), teutates taranis, abducius morail, yog sothoth

studio investigrave games

rody lamoree, vincent charbonneau, protagonist, co-worker, normal guy, fake protag, fake co-worker

call of duty (+modern warfare 2)

könig, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, gary "roach" sanderson

>tv/movies/web-series<

the batman (2022)

the riddler/edward nashton

 there will be blood (2007)

eli sunday

marble hornets (2009-2014)

masky/timothy "tim" wright, skully/jay merrick, alexander "alex" kralie, hoody/brian thomas

>will not do<

• incest

• suicide

• ddlg/ddlb

• scat/urine

• pregnancy

• heavy angst

• age regression

• teacher/student

• sa/rape/non-con

• full smut/sex scenes

• illnesses/issues we're unfamiliar with (ask)

• underage/child anything (papa, uncle, child, etc. reader &/or character) - this includes childhood friend AUs

• fem reader (including pronouns/detailed anatomy due to high discomfort) - anything else is fine

> can/will do<

• fics (1k+)

• past abuse

• headcanons

• past self-harm

• drabbles (100-1k)

• alpha/beta/omega

• polyamory relationships

• blood, gore, violence, etc.

• anything soft, comfort, fluff

• aus (soulmate, cafe, bookstore, etc.)

• some ships/otps/rarepairs (feel free to ask)

• death of character/reader (character/reader kills the other)

• nearly any pronouns (including neos, just provide pronouns)

• male/masc, gender-neutral, nonbinary, trans male reader, inhuman reader (this includes monster, alien, divine etc.)

• "steamy" scenes/dub-con <- will be posted on ao3 ONLY (link will be provided for requests)

[lunar-writes-things]

EXTRA: SoB ideas

before we start, nothing in this is edited. You get to see the ideas I began with, the ideas that made it in, and the ideas that didn't. Enjoy my chaos of a mind

SEASON 8 BOATEM X READER 

The reader is introduced LATE season 6 (their lore is that she wondered across grain's build while traveling in her ship and just kinda stayed) 

LOTS OF FLUFF, LITTLE ANGST, AND A TINY BIT OF SEXUAL TENSION 

she had found Grian and mumbo the first day with scar and joined them. 

Her theme is gonna be something with Greek lore. She builds mount Olympus???? And all the stuff described in pjo books up there???? <---- Built cathedral 

Good at Terraforming and building 

GOTTA STAY ON THAT Y/N GRIND (literally pumping out content A LOT, she loves it but she doesn't really know how to take breaks lol. Lots of forced breaks with pouty y/n but she gets cuddles and sleeps lol)

gets a little sad when they have to move but also really hyped up for new beginnings with the rest of her friends 

VARIOUS ENDINGS:  Before the moon crashes and boatem is on Scar's rocket, Your chosen boatem member confesses their feelings, and when you say yes, they kiss the life out of you (OR YOU END UP WITH ALL OF THEM)

OR

They never confess and Y/n is just doused in the void until she pops up next season (maybe drowning in the ocean??) (OR THE REST OF BOATEM FORGOT THEM AND Y/N STAYS IN BOATEM AND GETS KILLED DURING THE MOON CRASH!!!!) 

BOATEM CHARACTER DYNAMICS/ INTERACTIONS WITH Y/N:

Grian x Y/- Tall Partner (y/n) x shorty (Grian), easy to cry (y/n) x Awkward comforter (grain), Lovers who are in total domestic mode, SIZE DIFFERENCE 

Nicknames for Grian from Y/n- Pretty bird, birdy, tweet bird, Angel, cupid, wafflehead, Lovebird

Songs to associate with: Love Like You - Steven Universe / Rebecca Sugar, Paper rings - Taylor Swift, Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

Scenes to write- Y/n preening Grian's wings (and vice versa), helping Grian with the Alley and terraforming, Y/n is taking the Tegg from Grian and when he tries to stop her from finding it she kisses him breathless and he short circuits and Y/n finds it and bolts while yelling an apology to grian 

Mumbo x Y/n- Flirty (Y/n) x Awkward (Mumbo),  Teasing (Y/n) x being teased (Mumbo), Bodyguard (Y/n) x being bodyguarded (Mumbo). LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Nicknames for Mumbo from Y/n- Potato Boy, Mr. Ceo, Spud, Tater, Darl/Darling

Songs to associate with: Symphony - Cody Fry, Falling for Ya - Grace Phipps, Evermore - Dan Stevens 

Scenes to write- Y/n killing things for mumbo, Y/n helping Mumbo Terraform, Y/n becoming a mooner and passes out because of exhaustion and Mumbo feels bad 

Scar x Y/n- Literal Goddess (y/n)x Mess of a mortal (scar), Sunshine (scar) x Sunshine protector (Y/n), LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT 

Nicknames for Scar from Y/n- Willy Wonka (Because of his hat), Magic Man, Mr. Scar, Honeydew

Songs to associate with: Get this Right (Outtake) - Frozen ll, GUY.exe - superfruit, For the Record - 36 questions

Scenes to write- Scar fixing up Y/n's base when she passes out, Y/n helping scar out with resources and materials for building, Y/n being a literal sugar mommy for scar, SCAR IS PART SIREN 

"No, No, Stay right where you are, I'll put out the fire my love!" Scar said with a panicked look on his face as he grabs a bucket of water and throws it on the fire successfully extinguishing it while making Y/n laugh "I wanna make you swoon Baby! I want to rock you with my righteous romance!" Y/n is dragged up by scar who dips them down, their laugh echoing through the cave where they were having dinner 

"I wanna make a move darling!" Scar spun Y/n around and into their seat before sitting down himself with a cringe "But I sweating through the seat of my pants!" 

"One day I'm gonna take you dancing." Scar murmured into Y/n's ear and swayed while he was leaning on them 

"Then in my future builds I will try to make a courtyard so we can dance in the rain." Y/n replied smoothly 

Impulse x Y/n- practically intertwined with each other, tired parents, Redstoner (impulse) x Builder (Y/n),

Nicknames for Impulse from Y/n- Impy, redstoner, partner in crime, Puddin', Mr. candyman

Songs to associate with: I love you too much - Book of life, Burn for you - Barlow and Bear, Line without a hook - Ricky Montgomery

Scenes to write- Impulse panicking when Y/n gets sick, Y/n and Impulse treating the rest of boatem like their children, oddly domestic with each other, Wearing impulse's shirt while her dress is in the wash (WET CAT Y/N!!!!), SONG CHAP FOR I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH CAUSE ITS SO SWEET AND MAKES ME WANNA CRY

Pearl x Y/n- basically newlyweds, Bffs to flirty, Sun (Y/n) and Moon (Pearl)

Nicknames for Pearl from Y/n- My Jewel, Moony, dewdrop, Pearly-Pop

Songs to associate with: She - Dodie, Dandelions - Ruth B., Putting a Spin on Slow dancing in the dark - Egg

Scenes to write- making dinner together for the rest of the boatem crew, cuddling and sleeping on Pearl's bed, drawing out blueprints for builds together, Stargazing together 

Scenes for anyone and Y/n- WALKING IN ON Y/N CHANGING!!!!!, Y/n and (Boatem member) working in silent tandem without talking while the others are just watching in shock, Y/n and (BM) are making out in a dark unlocked room and someone walks in as (BM) starts to undress Y/n +  BOATEM MEMBERS HAVING A MEETING DISCUSSING WHAT HAPPENED WITH (BM) AND Y/N, All of them staying in Y/n's temp base for a movie night and accidentally having a cuddle pile, og boatem catching Y/n in a compromising position with a rival (Big Eye inc (Tango) or  GOAT (Doc) or etho????), Y/n being genuinely mad at one (or all) of the boys (hair is floating, eyes are glowing, fun goddess stuff), Walking in on Y/n showering?" 

"You go down just like Holy Mary, Y/n! Y/n!" Scar watched as the angel known as Y/n fought the wither for him, their hair whipping in the wind and the absolute power that radiated off of them made Scar want to bow down at their feet "Your beauty never ever scared me! Y/n! Y/n!" 

"Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure," Y/n's voice cracked as they watched the moon fall closer and closer to their home through the rocket window and watched as _____ grabbed _____ and _____'s hands "Nothing ever lasts forever." Soon the trapdoors under the boatem crew opened and the crew was doused into the void of the Boatem hole only connected by the thick rope around their waists leaving Y/n behind and left to die  (BAD ENDING WHERE SHES LEFT BEHIND)

AND/ OR

"I CAN'T SAVE US!" Y/n sobbed as they tried to make her way down the Boatem hole with the others who were screaming for her "MY ATLANTIS! WOAH! OH-" 

With the gravity shifted and switch, Y/n never got to the rest of Boatem and the rest of the Boatem members all had to watch Y/n float away out of their reach before the moon hit the earth. Their hearts aching with sorrow and regret as Scar held them all back with tears in his eyes. He already lost the love of his life, they all did, how would Y/n forgive them?

"For the record, this is self-destructive," Grian said and watched as Impulse and Mumbo nodded 

"For the record, I'm aware of that!" Pearl dragged her hands down her face

"For the record, I've been picturing her body draped over the sofa wearing nothing but my hat," Scar piped up and covered his face with his hat with a blush

"For the record," Impulse started but was cut off by Mumbo who muttered 

"We're screwed."

 

"It needs life," Y/n said walking on the man-made cloud made of glass, bone, diorite, wool, and other white-based materials "And I may be good at building but Life was never something I've been able to convey. That is where you come in, despite being a zombie you're so full of life, and the way you convey it is so so beautiful." 

"You want me to add some armor stands?" 

"Yes, please. I'll pay you for your work." 

"I look at you, and I'm Home." The words came out in a breath and  Y/n saw tears gathering in their eyes and as Y/n cupped their face they melted like putty "And I know I'm safe because I'm here... Here with you." 

"You were My new dream," Y/n smiled, blood coming up in coughs and dripping down her chin from out of their mouth 

"And You were Mine," They sobbed and held Y/n close as they pressed the sword deeper into their heart 

"You two are so dramatic! Y/n will be fine!" Tango groaned and crossed his arms over his chest only to be punched in the arm by a crying Bdubs 

"Boy," Y/n breathed out softly, leaning into Scar unconsciously "Your eyes are like emeralds." 

"My Love for you will always burn," They said and pressed their lips to Y/n's. Full of Love and passion Y/n could stay like this forever as They cupped _____'s face

"To me, You're perfect." Mumbo sighed and pressed his lips to their forehead. When he pulled away Y/n grabbed his face and pulled him down to press a kiss to his lips, gritty with redstone dust but lighting up with the electricity between them 

"Y/n," False looked at Y/n their face pained and lips pursed "You're in love with them." 

"What?!" Y/n felt their face flush red "NO! They're my best friends! How could I be in love with them? I just really like hanging around them all the time, and maybe i purposely overwork myself so they can take care of me and sure I've have a history with 4 out of the five and maybe I love their smiles and everything about them and Okay, Fine, maybe I wanna kiss their pretty lips until we both can't breathe but that doesn't mean i'm in love with them! Not all of them!" 

"Y/n-" Stress gaped at them and Gem and Cleo were in the background laughing their asses off "Y/n darling, what was the last thing you said?" 

"I'm not in love with them?" Y/n asked

"The other last thing," Gem said still laughing 

"I wanna-" Y/n paused as they went over the sentence again "Oh. Oh."

and Suddenly, Y/n was very happy Pearl was on a vacation and not with the other girls and them. 

RIGHT AFTER (NEXT CHAPTER!!!) ^^^^ 

NIGHTMARE CHAPTER!!! STARTS OFF WITH Y/N AND WILBUR SOOT IN A HAPPY RELATIONSHIP BUT TURNS TO WHEN Y/N FINDS OUT ABOUT WILBUR'S SECRET FAMILY. MAKE IT FUCKING HURT PUT YOUR FEARS IN THIS SHIT LUNS!!!!!! Y/N RUNS TO PHIL AND BEGS HIM TO TRAIN HER FOR A ANARCHY SERVER AND BEFORE SHE LEAVES SHE GOES TO BREAKUP WITH WILBUR BUT HE LEAVES HER INSTEAD AND TELLS HER HE HATES HER AND BLAH BLAH BLAH BEFORE KILLING HER (Y/N FOUGHT WITH L'MANBURG AND DIED TWICE???? PROTECTING THE CHILDREN AND WILBUR???? <<<< Aforementioned family problems that Y/n left season 3 for????)

Y/N WAKES UP IN THE ANARCHY SERVER AND CONTINUES THEIR LIFE IN SOLIDARITY BEFORE XISUMA INVITES THEM BACK TO HERMITCRAFT. SHE ACCEPTS AND SWITCHES HER MAIN SERVER!!! "Ahh home sweet home," Y/n sighed before startign to burrow under the giant futureistic flower pot 

CUT TO WHEN Y/N REALIZES THEYRE IN LOVE WTH THE BOATEM CREW AND START EVEN MORE ANGST THERE!!!!!! 

Y/n is asleep and having a dream. Everything is realistic and stuff. Y/n is working on laundry when th rest of boatem drop by with distured, strained or disappointed faces when they caught Y/ns attention. 

Y/n lights up and goes to reach for them only to be pushed away and their touch recoiled from. Y/n instantly feels their heart drop. 

"Y/n," grian stepped up "You have to leave." 

"What-" Y/n dropped what they were holding as they looked at Grian in shock "I- I'm sorry, whats Going on here? Is this a prank? Hahaha ve- very funny guys." 

they weren't laughing though.

why weren't they laughing

this was a prank wasnt it? 

What was going on

WHAT DID THEY DO?

"Leave Y/n," Impulse said and looked away with his arms crossed over his chest 

"What- what did I do? Im sorry- Please don't leave me- please no, Not again-. I cant live without you guys! You are my happiness, my light, my worlds. Please don't leave me! Not again, Please I love you all!" 

"Thats exactly why you have to leave Y/n," Scar said "Its so selfish of you that you cant pick a single one of us. It's actually kind of pathetic." 

Y/n felt their heart crack into tiny pieces and even more so when they started to walk away. Tears blurred their vision as they treated to reach out but they couldn't move. 

They couldn't breathe

they heard nothing. 

they felt nothing. 

nothing except the tears dripping down their cheeks and their trembling bottom lip. 

"One day, I will stop falling in love with you," Y/n finally choked out "Someday, someone will like me like I like you." 

Y/n broke down sobbing until a voice in the distance called Y/n, it getting closer and closer until

Y/n woke up. 

It was a dream. 

a nightmare. 

and what a horrible one at that. 

above them were the concerned faces of Mumbo and pearl, the only two who never said a word during the dream. Y/ hugged them tightly, burying their head into both of their shoulders before taking a deep breath and inhaling their familiar scents. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Y/n muttered and never caught the sad looks Mumbo and pearl gave each other "Please don't hate me. I'm sorry." 

"Oh my sweet angel," Pearl sighed and rubbed Y/n's back "We could never hate you. We adore you. You are our happieness, Our light, Our world. I don't know what happened but we're here and everything will be okay." 

1) MCC is canon. Players have to go through a special portal to travel across smps (or dimensions for them.) And once a month, some hermits and people across many servers and dimensions come to play and watch MCC (this was purely an excuse to write Y/n interactions with a lot of other streamers / Youtubers)

2) Y/n is not a pg streamer/YouTuber. They curse A LOT off camera and they curse on camera occasionally but it's mainly cut out. Some of the hermits on the server find it funny how such vulgar words comes from such a 'sweet' person. 

 Once they were playing MCC and Tommy, being the gremlin he is asked Y/n to curse. 

"FUCK!" Y/n yelled and happy cheers reached their ears as they laughed, watching the stars around their head yell and scream in confusion while Tommy and Tubbo laughed and Sparklez scolded them. 

MCC CHAP AFTER CHAP 14!!!!! Y/n near the end of the chap 14 gets something in the mail and its an invite to MCC 16!!! AUGUST 21 2021!!!! They are a part of Purpe pandas with Grian, Scott and Joel!!!! Taking over for Fruit because he couldn't make it.

THE HC GIRLS (- Pearl because she was on vaycay) MAKING Y/N REALIZE SHES IN LOVE WITH ALL OF BOATEM (I won't say I'm in love song) 

THE BOATEM CREW CONFESSES MIDWAY THROUGH THE BOOK AND THEY TRY TO CONVINCE HER TO DATE THEM (DURING THE ENDING THERES 6 ENDINGS!!!! One for each Boatem member and one where they're left behind <---- (POSSIBLE???? idk I like the idea of boatem fighting for Y/n in front of them but it an be stressful + oblivious af Y/n) 

OR  Y/N CONFESSES TO ALL OF THEM FIRST???? ITS IN A PANIC AND SHES SAYING THE LYRICS TO THE SONG DONT YOU DARE (MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU) 

Essentially, y/n is crying that shes scared to fall in love and she wants to trust her feelings. ENDS UP WITH SOFT REASSURING FLUFF!!! IM GONNA MAKE ME CRYYYYYY- (Listen to that song with rain and ACTUALLY LISTEN!!!! Let the feels run trough and let the juices flow. no holding back. you have a ton of potential) (AFTER ANGST CHAP!!!!!!) 

TITLE IDEAS: A Wild Ride of Boatem, Goddess of Boatem, The Symphony of Boatem, Boatem's Stars

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[hearts-hunger]

home for the holidays — chapter two

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Series Summary: The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth. ||  Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

⮡ part one

Chapter Summary: The gang explores a very festive Frankenmuth. (Danny's POV)

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner, Josh Kiszka x Reader, Jake Kiszka x Reader | Genre: holiday fluff | Word Count: 3.5k | Chapter Warnings: spicy remarks, talk of sexuality, mention of the devil's lettuce

A/N: My first time writing Danny and Sam from their perspective! Also, fair warning, everything I know about Frankenmuth is from the internet, so forgive me if it's not accurate hehe. I hope you like it! ♡

Sam dropped their bags just inside his bedroom, giving a theatrical, contented sigh as he stepped in.

“Home sweet home.”

Danny chuckled as his boyfriend flopped unceremoniously on the bed, a display he’d seen many times in their youth when they came home tired from soccer games or gigs or long nights finding trouble to get into. Not that there was much trouble to be had in quiet little Frankenmuth — they’d mostly gotten their kicks from a dime bag and one of Sam’s records. This bedroom had seen countless hours of the two of them playing music, helping each other with homework, talking about everything and nothing. To Danny, the Kiszka house was a second home, and Sam’s bedroom had been the safest and most wonderful place in the world for many years.

He moved their duffle bags out of the way and perused Sam’s record collection, small as it was with most of it moved to their apartment in Nashville.

“I've been wondering where this was,” Danny said, pulling out a Cat Stevens record. He put it on the old, beat-up turntable and let Teaser and the Firecat play.

Sam rolled to his back. “We should take all those back home when we leave,” he said. “We left a lot of random stuff here.”

“That’s because you were in charge of packing up your room,” Danny reminded him. “And you're terrible at packing.”

Sam grinned as Danny sat in the edge of the bed. “Yeah, but you still love me.”

Danny gave a soft laugh. “Lucky you.”

Sam nudged his knee against Danny’s back. “Hey, you love this song.”

Danny smiled. “I know.”

“I listen to my words, but they fall far below,” Sam sang along absently. “I let my music take me where my heart wants to go.”

He sat up and stretched. “Where does your heart want to go, Dan?”

Danny moved Sam’s legs out of the way and laid back on the bed, his feet still on the floor. “Right now? My heart wants to go to sleep.” 

Their pre-dawn flight had sounded like a great idea when they’d planned it, but he was exhausted now and they hadn't even gotten started on all they planned to squeeze into one day.

Sam laughed and sat cross-legged at Danny's side. “You can’t sleep now. We just got here. We still have lots of stuff to do.”

Danny groaned and draped an arm over his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

Sam ran a hand over Danny’s chest in a soothing motion. “You’re really tired, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You want more coffee?” He got off the bed without waiting for an answer. “I’ll go make you some.”

Danny propped himself up. “You don’t have to.”

Sam smiled. “I want to. Maybe mom has some of that fancy creamer you like.”

Sam was only gone for a minute, and Danny gratefully accepted the mug of coffee with sugar cookie creamer when he returned.

“Thank you,” he said with a contented sigh.

Sam smacked a kiss to his cheek with a goofy muah, making Danny laugh.

“You’re welcome, honey.”

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, Sam rifling through his things and showing Danny any interesting discoveries as Danny drank his coffee. He looked up at the posters haphazardly taped to Sam’s ceiling; they were all male rock bands and musicians, some in various states of undress like the Mick Rock photo of Queen that was almost a boudoir shoot. Danny chuckled.

“What's so funny?” Sam asked with an affectionate smile.

Danny shook his head. “I can’t believe it took you so long to figure out you were into guys.”

Sam gave him a wry smile. “Yeah, well, not all of us were born self-aware bisexuals, Daniel. Some of us had to go through gay trauma.”

Danny looked over at him. “What do you mean?” He’d known it had been a little harder for Sam to come to terms with his sexuality than it had been for Danny, but he didn’t remember anything close to trauma. 

Sam gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m kidding. There was very little trauma involved, if any. Aside from realizing I was hopelessly in love with you and not being able to tell you.”

Danny sighed. “Sweetheart, I think that was just you being dumb,” he teased. “You could have told me any of those million times we were in here goofing off and trying to act straight and I would have told you I felt the same way.”

“Not if you were making out with girls all the time,” Sam needled.

“Minor detours,” he said. He finished his coffee and set the mug on the nightstand. “I was always on the road to you, Sammy.”

“Now you sound like a Rascal Flats song.”

Danny laughed until he was out of breath, and Sam wore a lovesick smile as he watched him.

“You know I spend every waking minute trying to make you laugh?” Sam said, coming to sit beside him on the bed. “It’s my favorite sound in the whole world.”

“Aw, love. You’re secretly a romantic, aren’t you?”

“I am not,” Sam said. “Take that back.”

Danny smirked. “What are you gonna do if I don’t? Make swoony romantic love to me?”

With a quickness that made Danny blush, Sam straddled his lap and pulled his arms behind his back.

“Does this feel swoony and romantic to you?” Sam asked.

Danny smirked. “Kind of.”

Sam immediately took down the facade and released Danny’s hands to cradle his face and kiss him gently. That suited Danny better; usually he was the one giving the business to Sam, and he liked it just fine.

“I love you,” Danny said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Sam smiled and buried his face in Danny’s neck.

“I love you too,” he said. “You know, it’s been a while since we fooled around in this bed.”

Danny snorted. “It’s barely eight in the morning, Sam.”

Sam gave him a serious look. “You know you can do the deed even when it’s not dark outside.”

Danny laughed. “You’re funny.”

Sam was pleased with the compliment and rewarded him with a kiss. Despite what he’d said, Danny felt himself warming to the idea of “fooling around,” and he broke the kiss before it got too hot and heavy.

“Hey,” Sam protested. “Be nice.”

“Don’t tempt me. You’re the one who said we have all this stuff to do.”

“Forget I said that. We can stay in bed all day.”

Sam kissed him again, and Danny had almost agreed to stay in bed when a knock sounded on the door.

“Let’s go, lovebirds,” came Jake’s voice. “It’s too early for all that.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s impeccable timing. Danny chuckled and gently eased Sam off of him.

“Come on,” he said sweetly. “Let’s go look at Christmas lights or something.”

Sam softened. “You sure you’re not too tired? You can crash for a while if you want.”

Danny shook his head. “I’m feeling better after having some coffee. In fact, I’m rarin’ to go.”

Sam grinned and took his hand as they went to meet the rest of their friends at the door.

“Are you coming with us, mom?” Sam called, pulling on his jacket.

“No, you kids go have fun. You girls take nice pictures, because I know none of these boys can.”

Sparrow and Baby laughed.

“Yes ma’am,” they chorused. 

Bundled up in scarves and hats and big jackets they hadn’t had to use since they moved, the six of them crunched through the few inches of snow that had already accumulated on the ground. Danny took the driver’s seat again, reaching his hand back to find Sam’s.

“I’m assuming you don’t want to hold my hand,” Josh teased, slapping his palm against Danny’s.

Danny took Josh’s hand and squeezed it. “Who says?”

Josh laughed and returned the affectionate squeeze before Sam batted his hand away. 

“Hey now,” Sam said. “Hands off my man.”

Danny felt Sam’s wiry hand in his own and ran his thumb over Sam’s knuckles.

“You’re gonna freeze with no gloves, Sam.”

“I do have one glove,” Sam said. “I guess you’ll just have to hold my other hand to keep me from getting frostbite.”

The drive to town was quick, but it took ages to find parking. Even with the light snowfall, people were out and about, enjoying the snow-capped and colorfully lit Little Bavaria of downtown Frankenmuth. Danny was happy to be back; he’d missed the sights and sounds of his hometown at Christmas, and he was glad they’d decided to come home for the holidays.

They all cheered when they finally found a parking space, and Baby pointed out that they were right near one of the “Stop and Snap” picture spots. 

“Get in,” she ordered with all the seriousness of a general directing her army, gesturing to a giant ornament with a wide seat in the middle. “We’re doing all fifteen stops so we can get our collector’s edition ornament at the Visitor's Center.”

They did as she asked, squishing together, sitting on each other’s laps to fit.

“Put those long arms to use for a selfie, Daniel,” Sparrow said, just as dedicated to the cause as her best friend. 

Danny smiled and did as she said, fitting everyone into the picture and taking millions so the girls could pick out the one they liked the best. As they walked around town, they stopped and took more pictures, each one more ridiculous than the last, and Danny felt the infectious joy of good company as they explored the town they knew like the back of their hand.

“We ought to stop in and say hi to Mr. Miller,” Sam said as they rounded the corner near where the record shop stood. 

“Hey, we should!” Josh agreed. He nudged his shoulder against his girlfriend’s. “And maybe Santa can get me that John Denver record I’ve been looking for. What do you think, baby?”

She gave him an innocent smile. “I don't know, honey. Have you been a good boy this year?”

He whispered something to her that made her blush. “Joshua,” she protested, but her smile gave her away.

They came into the record store and basked in the warmth for a moment before spreading out to flip through rows and rows of second-hand vinyls. All of them had spent countless hours there searching for good finds growing up, and the owner, Mr. Miller had always been a kind friend and musical mentor to them. They went to say hello to Mr. Miller, and he was delighted to have them back; he gestured to the boxes of records he hadn’t yet put out and told them have at them.

“I know you kids like to hunt for hidden treasure,” he said with a twinkling smile. “Knock yourselves out.”

They did, and they found several records they asked Mr. Miller to keep for them behind the counter until they were headed home. He did, saying he was “always happy to see young folks interested in good music.”

Danny and Sam looked together through the jazz section. The smell of old records brought back a flood of memories for Danny, and he gently tapped his boot against Sam’s.

“You know, Sam, I think I fell in love with you in this store.”

His boyfriend gave him a heart-tilting smile. “You did? You never told me.”

“I mean, I'd been in love with you forever,” Danny, a little bashful as he remembered the years of fumbling, hesitant flirtation with his best friend. “But I do remember one time when we were in here, a few weeks before we went to the cabin. You found a copy of Teaser and the Firecat — the copy we were listening to earlier, actually, because you ended up buying it — and started singing ‘Rubylove’ loud enough for the whole store to hear. But you changed ‘Ruby’ to ‘Danny’.”

Danny was surprised to see Sam blush bright red.

“Oh, god, I remember that,” Sam said with an embarrassed laugh. 

Danny himself felt a little embarrassed at the thought that Sam didn’t remember that day with as much fondness as he did.

“I thought you were flirting with me,” Danny said, hedging. “I guess I was wrong.”

Sam looked surprised. “I was!” He came close and eased Danny’s embarrassment with a lopsided smile, tucking his hand into the crook of Danny’s arm.

“I was definitely flirting with you, honey,” he said, kind and affectionate. “I mean, I sang you a love song from your favorite album of all time. I was one hundred percent wearing my heart on my sleeve and making a complete fool of myself.”

Danny softened and gave him a chaste kiss. “I don’t think you made a fool of yourself, love.”

Sam raised a brow. “No? What if I did it again right now?”

Without waiting for Danny’s answer, he pressed his clasped hands to his chest in a dramatic gesture.

“Danny my love, you’ll be my love. You’ll be my sky above, Danny my love.”

Danny laughed and shushed him with a hand to his mouth as they gained troubled glances from other customers and a wolf whistle from one of Sam’s brothers.

Mr. Miller called to them from behind the counter. “Haven’t you boys quit flirting and actually gotten together yet?”

All of them laughed, and Jake wryly assured the older man that the two singing idiots had indeed gotten together.

Mr. Miller shook his head. “About time.”

Sam looked up at Danny with a beaming grin. “I was flirting with you this time, too, just so you know.”

Danny chuckled and gave him a quick kiss. “I figured.”

After a while, Danny found Baby flipping through the John Denver section with a look of concentration.

“Don’t you have most of these?” he asked. She and Josh had adopted John Denver as “their” artist, and from what he could remember of their collection at home, they had almost all of his albums.

“Yeah,” she said, a little distracted. “But we don’t have Rocky Mountain Christmas yet, and I wanted to get it for Josh this year.”

He helped her look, and after a few moments, he pulled out a blue and white album with painted mountains on the cover. “This one?”

She gave him a sweet, joyful smile he couldn't help but return.

“Yes!” she said happily, taking it when he offered it to her. “Thank you, Danny. That's exactly what I was looking for.”

She looked up at him. “Did you find anything for Sam?”

He shrugged. “I can’t think of a record he wants that he doesn't already have,” he said. “He’s hard to buy for, you know that.”

“Tell me about it,” she agreed as they walked to the counter together. “Josh and I got him a Polaroid, so I hope he’ll like it.”

“He’ll love it,” Danny assured her. “That’s a great gift for him. Did you have it shipped here?” Since they’d decided on the trip, they’d been sending their packages to the Kiszkas' for Kelly to hide, and they had a lot of wrapping to do that night to get everything ready.

She nodded. “Kelly said it got there yesterday, so it was just in the nick of time.”

She handed the record to Mr. Miller and asked him to keep it with the rest of their picks, and Danny blocked Josh’s way when he tried to come close.

“What are you, her bodyguard?” Josh laughed.

Danny shook a stern finger at him. “Christmas is no time for snooping, Mr. Kiszka.”

Josh grinned. “Fine. We’re ready to go when you guys are.”

They rejoined the group when they’d said their goodbyes to Mr. Miller, a little relieved to find it had stopped snowing while they were shopping. Sam took Danny’s hand as they walked, and Danny laughed when he found that Sam actually did only have one singular glove.

“Here,” he said, making to take off his own and give them to him.

“Aw, Dan, you don't have to give me your gloves,” Sam said, surprised but touched that he would offer. “Just hold my hand and I’ll be fine.”

Danny gladly did as he said. The feel of Sam’s hand in his still sent a thrill through him like the first time he’d felt it, and he knew he’d never tire of the little ways Sam came up with to be close to him. 

“Alright, boys, strap in,” Sparrow said, rubbing her mittened hands together in gleeful anticipation as they came up to Bronner’s Christmas Wonderland. The gigantic building was festooned top to bottom in garlands and lights, and even from the outside it lived up to its billing as the world's largest Christmas store. Danny smiled as he watched Jake join in his girlfriend’s excitement and saw Josh snap a picture of the sign with the disposable camera Baby had brought.

“You ready?” Danny asked, looking to his boyfriend with a grin.

Sam shrugged. “Oh, sure.”

Danny chuckled. “You promise you won’t hate it?” he teased. Though Sam would never admit it, fearing to tarnish his rockstar reputation, he loved going to Bronner’s and looked forward to it every year.

Sam gave him a grudging smile. “I think I’ll survive.”

They wove through life-size nativity scenes and towering nutcrackers until they came to the door, entering into a sprawling display of festivity. The girls gave delighted giggles and dragged their boyfriends off to look at the huge Christmas village exhibits and hundreds upon hundreds of ornaments that sparkled and shone from every corner. Sam and Danny took a moment to take it all in, looking over the waterfalls of twinkling lights, giant baubles suspended from the ceiling, and many-tiered displays of Santas, presents, and brightly-lit trees.

Danny snuck a glance at his boyfriend and softened at the look of boyish wonder and excitement of Sam’s face. Spurred by affectionate impulse, he kissed Sam’s cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, love.”

Sam pinked and gave him a bashful grin.

“Merry Christmas, Dan.”

They whiled away the morning at Bronner’s, spending a long time in leisurely enjoyment of the sights and sounds of Christmas. When they’d seen all there was to see and successfully dissuaded the girls from buying the entire store, they had lunch at the Christmas Town Pub at the farmer’s market and talked over mugs of mulled wine.

“You’re not doing this whole vegan thing with Sammy, right?” Josh asked, snagging one of the fries that had come with Danny’s bratwurst. Baby batted his hand away and pushed her fries towards him.

“I don’t mind sharing,” Danny said, giving her a smile. “And to answer your question, Josh, I think I’d qualify myself as a selective vegan.”

Sparrow laughed. “So not really a vegan.”

“Well, we’ve been doing it at home,” Sam said. “Danny’s been a real champ so far.”

“I’m not going vegan for you, Sparrow,” Jake said. “I mean, I love you, but I really, really like meat.”

“Yes, honey, I know. You and your steaks.”

Jake put a hand to his chest. “You don't like my steaks?”

She rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. “Of course I like them, Jakey. I like anything you cook. You know what else I like?”

He smirked. “My world-famous kisses?”

She laughed. “Those too. I was going to say mulled wine, but if you would be so kind as to get me some more, I’ll let you give me one of those world-famous kisses.”

Josh and Baby asked for more too, and Sam offered to help Jake carry them.

“You want another one?” he asked Danny.

Danny finished his drink and raised his mug. “Sure, why not.”

They lingered for a while over their drinks, and Danny started to feel the pull of exhaustion again as the wine and warm food worked their magic. Sam’s hand running up and down his back, though a welcome touch, wasn’t helping him in his losing battle. Sparrow and Josh, too, were looking ready for a nap, and their partners were happy to have them rest their heads on their shoulders. 

“We’re losing them, Jake,” Sam said with a laugh. He looked over at Danny. “My big guy's about ready to crash, huh?”

Danny gave him a drowsy smile. “I like it when you call me that.”

Sam chuckled. “I'm glad. You are my big guy.” He brushed Danny's hair over his shoulder. “You ready to head home?”

Danny stifled a yawn behind his hand. “Probably. If everybody else is.”

“I think we should call it before Sparrow falls asleep at the table,” Jake said, kissing her cheek. “We can take a power nap and come back for ice skating later.”

Jake offered to drive home, and Danny leaned against Sam as they rode. With a bit of persuasion, Sam got him out of the car and into bed.

“Just one more minute, sweetheart,” Sam said, kneeling down to take off Danny’s boots for him. Danny felt his heart squeeze at the selfless gesture and rested his head against Sam’s for a moment.

Sam breathed a laugh. “You alright?”

Danny hummed in agreement. “I love you a lot, Sam.”

Sam set Danny's boots to the side and tipped his face up for a kiss, which Danny gladly gave.

“I love you a lot too, big guy.”

Danny snuggled close to Sam when they were both under the covers, and Sam brushed Danny's hair back from his face.

“I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you now, Sam.”

Sam's laugh was soft. “We’ve always spent Christmas together, love,” he said. “Even when we were kids.”

Danny cuddled closer. “You know what I mean. I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you like this.”

Sam relaxed with a contented sigh and gave Danny a gentle kiss.

“Yeah,” he agreed, and Danny could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re right. This kind of Christmas is way better.”

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WAR LETTERS M.C

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Author’s note: unedited woops

Warnings: bit of angst but a fluffy ending, mentions of war, anxiety and ptsd

Requested: Yepp by this angel: Could you do a matthew crawley fluff where he comes home from war (assuming no mary or lavinia) and confesses his love for the Crawley!reader.

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You and Matthew always had a special bond. Since the first day he walked into Downton it clicked and everybody knew it. You both were inseparable, doing almost everything together.

He was your best friend and you hated yourself for wanting more. But the fear of rejection and losing the friendship you both already had was too much of a risk so you did what you did best, you kept quiet and bottled up your true feelings.

And now you missed him, god you missed him and it was painfully obvious for everyone around you too.

"Have you heard anything from Matthew yet?" Your father asked carefully. You could tell by the nervous tremble in his tone that he was trying to hide his own concern.

"Not yet." You sighed, taking a sip of your warm tea. Your eyes shifted to the floor, not wanting to deal with the pity words and looks from your family.

The war was long, longer then anyone had ever imagined. When Matthew first left, he told you he'd be back in no time, bragging and joking about the fact you couldn't handle two seconds without him.

But the truth was you couldn't, two weeks was already long enough when he left once to London for business and now you had to deal with him being gone for six months?

Six months, thats what stood in the letter, just six months. But soon six months turned into a year and a year turned into two.

And now after three years, you had to admit that your hopes of holding Matthew in your arms again were rather low. The chance of seeing him again grew more little everytime he woke up in that hell fire.

But he couldn't leave you here all alone and by yourself, his heart belonged to downton and especially to you, so you both promised to write.

And you did, three years long, every week, talking about your day and how you were helping Sybil with nursing, joking about how Carson was so against the idea of turning downton into a hospital but most importantly you wrote about how much you missed each other.

Until now.

Two months had past since you received his last letter. You opened it so quickly, wanting to hear all about whatever he got to say.

Matthew never told you how the war really was, how over time the battlefield had grow more and more red and how he woke up with the most horrifying nightmares anyone could ever imagine.

No, he wanted to keep you out of it. You were his safe place, the one person he wouldn't have to talk to about the war and the one person he just could be himself with again, laughing over the stupid things that made life so exciting.

You loved him, you truly did and the tought of losing him without telling it to his face was terrifying.

"Y/n?" Edith asked softly, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes shot up, seeing her face fall at your broken expression. "Dinner's ready." She announced, giving your shoulder a light but reassuring squeeze.

You nodded slightly, putting the cup of now cold tea on the piece of furniture in front of you. You gave Edith a look, meaning she could go on without you and that you would be following soon after her.

When everyone left the room and the door fell shut, you couldn't help but let out a heavy breath. The tears that were building up, finally let out. Your breath got stuck in your throat, trying to hold back a sob as the door opened again.

Thank god, you were faced the other way.

The puffiness of your eyes would immediately give away you had been crying and you were absolutely not in the mood to talk to someone.

"I have a slight headache", you lied as you fixed your posture, "you can start diner without me." You looked out the window, not really interested in what was happening outside, just wishing the person behind you could leave so you could sneak back upstairs.

"Such a lovely presence, we can't miss that." A familiar voice spoke, making your eyes grew wide. "Certainly not on my first day back."

The tears of sadness were immediately replaced with one of pure happiness. Turning around you were met with Matthew's twinkling eyes, a smile plastered on his lips. He still wore his uniform with his hat formally propped under his arm.

He came back.

The pure excitement pumping through your veins made you run up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he nuzzled his face in your shoulder. "I missed you." He cried softly, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. "I missed you so so much."

"I missed you more Matthew, believe me, you have no idea how much I missed you."

You let go of his embrace, arms still wrapped tightly behind his head as he holded you close.

You noticed the slight scars on his face and the way his hair had grown a little while he was away. You kissed his cheek, wanting to be as close to him as possible without overstepping the "friendship boundaries."

His eyes lighted up, missing the way he was so soft whenever he was with you, finally being able to show you all his emotions without being judged for it. He could finally show how terrified he was, terrified of losing you, and everything he loves.

"Marry me." He breathed out. "God, please, marry me Y/n. I can't go another day without you."

"Yes!" You laughed, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Yes! More then anything, yes."

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[treasureswordsgirl55]

My Everything

Character: Marc Spector

Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Inspired by: Lipstick - Dan & Shay

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of bad days. Thoughts. Marc's POV. Mentions of Steven. Mentions of Layla. Post!Moon Knight. Insecurities.

Author's Note: Hello Everybody again!!!

I'm sorry about being out of Tumblr all this time, but my exams don't let me some rest. Just today I'm free and for a few days.

And I was having a writer block. I have a lot of ideas but the inspiration wasn't there. I hope you understand me.

So, sorry again. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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It's just another friday

staring at herself in the bathroom mirror...

I watch her get ready in our room and I can't help but laugh. She hurries through her clothes for something to wear, but she still doesn't realize that to me, she always looks amazing in whatever she's wearing: Whether she's wearing teddy bear leggings, her work uniform, or those blue bunny pajamas she wears when she is on her period.

She is always beautiful to me.

I lean against the bathroom door frame as she walks past me blowing a kiss in the air and I carefully watch her movements as if it's something I want to learn.

And in fact, I want to learn.

I want to learn to have that delicacy that she has every time she caresses my hair when I come back from one of those nights that I want to forget, making me think only that she is in front of me and nothing else exists.

In conveying emotions like those worried eyes that I know very well suffer every time she sees us leave.

In the brightness they have when she see me enter our apartment crawling towards their side, in that horrible armchair where they wait for me awake every night, reading a book, listening to the radio with their headphones on or dozing, where I know that I have my safe place dropping to my knees in front of her with my head resting on her lap as she mumbles words I catch in breaths about a hot shower, microwaved food, and a "I'm glad you're here" that just makes me thank heaven, every second I breathe, for that moment when Steven decided to use his daily ration of courage to say that simple "Hello" to her at the bus stop on his way to work.

I want to capture a little of that softness with which she slips out of my arms as she smiles at me and indicates with a mischievous, teasing gleam the bathroom, where she is now putting on her makeup as if it were a work of art that she must not ruin in front of the mirror.

She frowns as she searches through the 10 or so lipsticks she has in her little blue bag and I get close enough to grab the red lipstick that's on our bedside table and hand it to her with a smile.

If there is something that I consider my weakness is to see her with that lipstick.

Damn, if she looks hot without any makeup, that lipstick is my downfall.

I even found myself searching the internet in the middle of the night while she slept how to buy the damn company or at least patent the color so it would only be made for her.

- Marc?

She avoids looking at me as she takes the lipstick from my hands because she knows what goes through my head when I see her wearing it.

She knows very well that the only thing my primitive instinct thinks about is not letting her out of these four walls and deep inside of me, in reality I only think about excluding her from a world that I feel can and will try to take her away from me.

- Umm? - I watch her turn as she swipes her lipstick in front of my face getting my attention.

- Are you okay? - I focus on her voice as I hear Steven complain that I don't answer her question and that I sure look like an idiot staring at her.

But I can't do anything else but look at her, look at her with the hope that her image will be engraved in my head and erase the vast majority of thoughts that don't let me rest at night, like the sight of my hands covered in blood every time that I come home and try to clean up so she doesn't notice it enough to freak out, or the fact that I'd like to tell her that it was a quiet night and that I only saved people without taking anyone's life, but we both know which is not so.

It is very difficult to have a quiet night with Khonshu at our backs.

- Marc? You worry me.

I shake my head without answering her questions as if it's enough for that sad and fleeting look to disappear from her eyes, but I am distracted by them, by those rosy cheeks that make me smile every time I remember how she blushes when I whisper things to her inappropriate to the ear when passing by her.

- I'm good, baby.

- Are you serious? - She turns as she leans the same way I do on the other side of the door and our lips are inches apart. I close my eyes losing myself in that aroma of strawberries that her lipstick gives off and the notes of that Arabic perfume that she loves so much. Those little details stick in my head every time I'm away from her. When I open them again, she looks at me curiously, with a hint of mistrust at my words and a sigh trapped between her lips.

I close the distance between us and give him a short kiss before my thoughts become responsible for my actions. As always, she blushes and shakes her head, accepting that I don't want to talk about whatever is on my mind.

That's my way of saying "Not today" and she silently denies my "seductive" way of ending or avoiding a conversation that may be uncomfortable and, for sure, painful for both of us.

She gives me my space and intrudes on it when I need it most and I can't bring myself to say it out loud.

She's my light at the end of my dark road.

It was from the first day I saw her myself, standing in that bookstore, looking at the window full of copies of different colors, themes and sizes with as much admiration as if they were candy that a child is dying to devour, looking for perhaps, the next reading that would invade her thoughts or that, perhaps, would take her away from this world.

And she is not even aware that she takes me away from the torments of my world.

- Will you go like this?

Her question brings me back to the here and now, and I can't help but sigh seeing her in that beautiful red dress she bought weeks ago at Layla's encouragement and only tried on once in front of Steven, who ended up cursing several times when he should have left. to work. I never agreed with him so much on anything.

I even heard Jake's annoyed mutterings in Spanish about "Trabajo del demonio" and suggesting we stay with her.

He was so right that it didn't bother me to tell him about it.

But Steven and his dream job was something that we were forbidden to screw up. Even if Steven wanted to do it.

- You look… Wow. You look so beautiful baby.

- Thanks, Spector - She smiles at me as she walks over to the mirror and takes the little moon charm I gave her for our first anniversary and holds it out for me to put on. As I did so I touch her neck and I hear her release a sigh that does nothing but affect my little self-control - You know I love you but you didn't make me dress like that for you to go with something so simple.

- If you want, you can go only with one of my t-shirts and you will be amazing. It doesn't bother me, even that would tell whoever looks that you're only mine.

- You and your possessiveness - she turns and takes my hand while she pulls me towards the closet and I let myself go as if I wanted to fulfill each of the desires that go through her head - That one I love so much.

- Don't give me ideas.

We both laugh and as soon as she turns around, I summon the Mr. Knight suit while asking Steven not to make a big deal out of it and lend it to me just for tonight.

I know she has a soft spot for that suit, and honestly, I grew to appreciate it over time.

- Is that good for you, baby?

- I won't tell you what to wear because practically what you wear looks good on you, but you should try wearing a white shirt… - Silence. A deep silence of those you feel when someone is speechless, amazed or distracted. I lean against one of the bedposts while the woman in my thoughts is looking at me like she's some kind of candy that she wants to devour. For a moment her eyes sparkle and she bites her lip in an unconscious act that wreaks havoc on my insides. She likes what she sees, but deep down I know she likes the idea of ​​me wearing it and not Steven - Oh...

That's the answer I expected.

It is always a very good sign leave her speechless. Therefore, the velvet box that I carry in my pocket will also leave her speechless.

- Marc….

Her breathing is just as agitated as mine, but I know that if I approach responding at my name made a plea coming out of her lips, there will be no dinner, no plans, or anything that this outing implies.

God, I love her so much that I forget the most primitive thought about myself.

- We have…?

- Yes baby. We have to go to that dinner - She shakes her head as she walks over and grabs both lapels of my vest until she pushes me against the nearest wall like she has all the strength in the universe. I give her a mischievous smile as I wrap my arms around her and pull her close enough so that there isn't the slightest distance between our bodies, which are connecting in the right parts. Fucking God. I hate to do the "Good Boy thing's" - Listen to me, today I want to show you off. I want every man on this fucking planet to know that you're with me. That you are mine, that I own your laughter as well as your moans. Let them know that only I am for you and that nothing, and no one, will take me away from you. You've heard?

- It's okay. But it surprises me since you usually don't want to go out once you get deep into these topics, you know what I mean.

I let out a laugh as I turn around listening to her screams as I corner her in the place where she was before and she sees me with the only expression I hope to imitate until the day I die: Love.

- Marc?

- huh?

- I love you.

- And I love you, baby - He puts his arms around my neck and hugs me as if we hadn't seen each other in a long time. And for a moment, I hold back the urge to cry.

"Thank you Steven for talking to her that day"

"I knew I had to do it, it was the right one for her and I couldn't let her go. Go and make sure she accepts our proposal, it's the most important thing now"

- Do you want to share with me what makes you smile?

I turn my attention back to her smiling and simply nod in her direction.

- You. And Steven too.

We both laugh as I pull away enough to pick up her small bag and extend my hand to her, which she takes without hesitation, making me feel like gravity doesn't affect me and I'm tied only to her.

- We go?

- Of course. Will you at least tell me where we're going?

- No, it's a surprise.

[marie-swriting]

Proche De Moi - Dove Cameron

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Résumé : Toi et Dove êtes meilleures amies donc vous avez toujours été tactiles. Quand elle a réalisé ses sentiments pour toi, elle a décidé que c'était mieux de ne plus être aussi proche de toi, mais tu ne comprends pas pourquoi ta meilleure amie est si distante.

Warnings : pining, fluff, dites-moi si j'en ai loupé d'autres !

Nombre de mots : 1.9k

Version anglaise

Prompt : "I know it's 2 in the morning but do you want to..." (Je sais que c'est 2h du mat, mais tu veux...) de cette prompts list faite par @homesweetnothings, fluff n°19

Chanson qui m'a inspiré : "Do You Wanna Be Friends ?" par Leanna Firestone

Dove te regarde au loin pendant que tu danses sur la piste de danse. Normalement, elle est toujours à tes côtés, dansant et s’amusant avec toi, mais pas ce soir. Il y a quelques semaines, elle a réalisé qu’elle avait des sentiments pour toi donc, elle a décidé de prendre un peu de distance avec toi, ne voulant rien ruiner. Mais de ton point de vue, tu as juste l’impression que ta meilleure amie agit bizarrement avec toi. Tu as remarqué qu’elle n’avait presque pas tenu ta main ou parlé avec toi ce soir. Au début, tu pensais qu’elle était peut-être juste fatiguée, mais tu sais qu’elle danserait au moins une fois avec toi si c’était le cas. Donc, tu marches vers elle, voulant la sentir auprès de toi, comme toujours.

Quand tu es face à elle, elle ne peut s’empêcher de sourire. Comme toujours, elle te trouve jolie. Exceptionnellement, elle ne te l’a pas dit ce soir. Elle avait peur que ça soit trop évident qu’elle veuille juste t’embrasser à ce moment-là.

- Danse avec moi, Dove ! Tu ne l’as pas encore fait, t’exclames-tu.

- Je suis fatiguée, Y/N. La prochaine fois, promis, te répond-elle avec un sourire.

- Allez ! Je t’ai déjà vu plus fatiguée que ça et tu t’amusais quand même.

- Je préfère rester ici.

- Ok. Mais la prochaine fois qu’on sort, tu as intérêt à être reposée parce que tu vas danser plus que d’habitude ! l’informes-tu, ne voulant pas passer une autre soirée sans elle.

- C’est réglé.

Tu lui souris avant de retourner vers tes amis et danser à nouveau. Dove garde ses yeux sur toi pendant que tu t’amuses. Elle ne peut s’empêcher d’être un peu jalouse quand elle te voit proche de quelqu’un d’autre, mais si tu n’as pas l’air intéressée par la personne. Elle sait qu’elle te blesse en ne te suivant pas sur la piste, mais tu es trop magnifique et elle n’est pas sûre qu’elle sera capable de résister l’envie de confesser ses sentiments le moment où tu poserais tes mains sur ses hanches.

Quand toi et tes amis, vous décidez de quitter la boite à environ quatre heures du matin. Steven et Peter, qui sont restés sobre toute la nuit, sont prêts à vous ramener chez vous. Steven est celui qui te ramène alors que Dove doit aller avec Peter. Donc, vous vous dites au revoir avant de rentrer dans la voiture. Tu prends tes amis dans tes bras et quand tu vas vers Dove, tu la serres également, t’attendant à ce qu’elle embrasse ta joue, comme elle le fait d’habitude mais elle ne le fait pas. Elle le voulait, mais elle s’est arrêtée. Elle te serre un peu plus fort et sourit avant de suivre Peter à sa voiture. Tu ne peux cacher ta déception quand tu comprends que Dove a complètement changé de comportement avec toi ces dernières semaines. Tu avais des doutes, mais ce soit ils ont été confirmés.

Pendant le trajet, tu essayes de trouver le moment où tout a changé. Tu penses que tu as peut-être fait quelque chose de mal, mais tu ignores quoi. Alors, tu penses à sa vie en général. Tu imagines que son nouvel album lui prend tout son temps donc elle est fatiguée. Peut-être qu’elle n’a rien contre toi, tu tentes de te rassurer.

Le jour suivant, tu passes ta journée à te remettre de ta gueule de bois et à penser à Dove. Tu tentes de comprendre pourquoi le fait qu’elle ne soit plus aussi tactile avec toi te dérange tellement. Bien sûr, elle est ta meilleure amie et tu n’es pas tactile avec beaucoup de monde, mais le fait qu’elle ne le soit plus avec toi te chagrine plus que tu ne veuilles l’admettre. Tu tiens évidement à elle, mais il y a plus. Ta tête est sur le point d’exploser à force de chercher à comprendre la situation.

Pour Dove, ne plus être proche de toi brise son cœur. Elle veut juste avoir tes mains dans les siennes chaque seconde de la journée, embrasser tes joues quand elle le souhaite et enfin, elle veut embrasser tes belles lèvres. Mais elle ne peut pas. Elle commence à penser que changer de comportement aussi soudainement n’était pas la meilleure idée. Elle a vu ta peine dans tes yeux le soir d’avant quand elle n’avait pas posé ses lèvres sur ta joue. Mais c’est la meilleure chose à faire… n'est-ce pas ? Ses pensées deviennent trop pour elle, elle ne sait plus quoi faire donc elle prend son téléphone, prête à te parler, peu importe ta réaction. Elle commence à écrire un message simple :

Brouillon de Dove à toi, 1h55 :

« Hey, t’es réveillée ? J’aimerais te parler. C’est important. »

Avant qu’elle ne l’envoie, elle le relit, encore et encore jusqu’à ce qu’elle panique. A la dernière seconde, elle le supprime, sachant que c’est probablement une autre mauvaise idée. Elle pose son téléphone et prend une feuille et un stylo. Elle commence à écrire ses sentiments pour toi. Peut-être que ça l’aidera à comprendre ce qu’il faut faire ? Elle l’espère. Quelques minutes plus tard, son téléphone sonne deux fois, signalant des nouveaux messages. Elle le prend et voit que ces notifications sont de toi. Elle les ouvre sans réfléchir.

Messages de toi à Dove, 2h03 :

« Hey, t’es réveillée ? »

« Je sais que c’est deux heures du mat mais tu veux venir manger des donuts avec moi et boire un chocolat chaud comme on le faisait ? On a pas fait ça depuis un moment. »

Elle n’attend pas une seconde avant de répondre.

Message de Dove à toi, 2h04 :

« Bien sûr, avec plaisir :) »

Message de toi à Dove, 2h04 :

« Parfait, je te récupère dans dix minutes. A tout de suite ;) »

Tu mets le premier sweat qui te tombe sous la main, prends tes clés et porte-monnaie avant de quitter ton appartement. Tu conduis jusqu’à chez elle. Quand tu arrives, tu lui envoies un message pour lui dire de descendre. Deux minutes plus tard, elle est dans ta voiture, un grand sourire au visage. Vous vous rendez à Jeff’s Donuts. Une fois que vous êtes arrivées, vous prenez votre commande habituelle. Tu ne demandes pas à Dove ce qu’elle veut, sachant que sa commande est toujours la même quand vous manger des donuts la nuit. C’est une habitude que vous avez prise il y a deux ans. Tu ignores comment c’est devenu une tradition pour vous deux, ça l’est juste devenue. A chaque fois que l’une de vous deux est éveillée ou a eu une mauvaise journée, vous allez à Jeff’s Donuts. Mais vous n’aviez pas fait ça depuis deux mois, car tu étais occupée puis, Dove est devenue distante avec toi.

Quand vous avez vos donuts et vos chocolats chauds, vous vous garez proche du café et commencez à manger en silence. Tu essayes de regarder ses expressions faciales, tentant de trouver le moment parfait pour lui poser des questions. Quand elle finit son premier donut et boit un peu son chocolat, tu décides que c’est le bon moment. Tu arrêtes de manger et te tournes vers elle.

- Dove, je peux te demander quelque chose ?

- Bien sûr, qu’est-ce qu’il y a Y/N/N ? dit-elle, posant sa boisson.

- Est-ce que tu as été occupée ces dernières semaines ? On ne se parle presque plus, sort plus. Donc je pensais que, peut-être, comme tu travailles sur ton album, ça te prenait tout ton temps. D’ailleurs, ce n’est pas grave, je veux ce qu’il y a de mieux pour ta carrière, mais tu as été si distante. Ou… ou peut-être c’est parce que j’ai fait quelque chose ? Si c’est le cas, dis-moi. J’espère que je ne t’ai pas blessée, car c'est la dernière chose que je veux, t’exclames-tu, effrayée par sa réponse.

- Pourquoi tu penses que tu as fait quelque chose de mal ? C’est vrai que j’ai été plus fatiguée récemment, mais on s’est vues hier et on a même parlé, contredit-elle, tentant de paraitre normale.

- Tu n’agis plus de la même façon. Ça fait longtemps qu’on ne s’est pas parlé, juste nous deux. Aussi, tu ne m’as pas embrassée pour me dire au revoir, comme tu le fais, ou tenu la main quand on marchait ou juste dansé avec moi. C’est peut-être stupide, mais je suis habituée à ce que tu sois tactile et donc le fait que tu ne l’es plus est juste bizarre. ‘Fin, j’aimais la façon dont tu agissais avec moi avant. Je… je veux juste comprendre.

- Y/N, crois-moi quand je te dis que tu n’as rien fait de mal. Toute cette situation est à cause de moi et moi seulement, déclare-t-elle, te regardant et se sentant coupable pour t’avoir autant blessée.

- Mais pourquoi ? Tu ne veux plus être amies ?

- Au contraire ! Je veux être ton amie. Tu es tellement importante pour moi. Tu n’as pas idée. C’est juste que…, commence-t-elle et elle s’arrête.

Tu lui as donné la parfaite opportunité pour confesser ses sentiments, mais ses peurs sont de plus en plus fortes dans sa tête. Mais elle ne peut pas continuer à agir de cette façon. Ça lui brise le cœur et le tien également.

- C’est juste que je veux être sûre que je puisse encore être ton amie. C’est pour ça que j’agis comme ça.

- Je ne suis pas, dis-tu, fronçant tes sourcils.

- J’ai peur que si je continue à être tactile avec toi, je serai pas capable d’être silencieuse sur mon vrai désir. Je t’aime vraiment beaucoup, Y/N et mes sentiments ne font que grandir et je ne veux pas ruiner notre amitié. Si c’est la seule chose que je puisse avoir avec toi alors ça me va. C’est parfait. Je veux juste être proche de moi. Mais je ne vais pas mentir, si on pouvait être plus, j’adorerais.

- Tu veux… plus ? demandes-tu, surprise. Depuis combien temps tu sais que tu as des sentiments pour moi ?

- J’ai compris il y a deux mois.

En d’autres termes, quand elle a commencé à agir bizarrement, penses-tu. Et c’est le moment où tout s’éclairci. Ce que tu ressens pour Dove, c’est plus que ce que tu pensais.

Tu poses tes yeux sur elle, remarquant à quel point elle est anxieuse. Tu prends sa main pour la rassurer, sachant qu’elle a peur que tu la rejettes.

- Dove, j’ai toujours tenu à toi. Je veux dire, j’aime t’avoir proche de moi. Je pensais juste qu’on était meilleures amies et que c’était pour ça que notre relation était si spéciale pour moi, mais clairement, j’ai des sentiments pour toi aussi. Je suis désolée de ne pas avoir réalisé avant. Mais Dove, je t’aime beaucoup aussi.

- C’est vrai ?

- Bien sûr, tu es spéciale pour moi.

- Est-ce que ça veut dire que je peux enfin t’embrasser sur les lèvres ? demande-t-elle avec hésitation.

- Fais le.

Elle avait juste besoin d’entendre ces deux mots pour trouver le courage de poser ses lèvres sur les tiennes. Si elle avait su que c’était si simple de t’avoir comme sa bien-aimée, elle l’aurait fait bien avant. Ses mains autour de ton cou, elle te rapproche le plus possible. Tes lèvres sont douces sur les siennes. Elle les aime plus qu’elle le pensait. Pour toi, l’embrasser te fait comprendre à quel point tes sentiments sont forts. Avec sa confession, tu étais sûre d’en avoir, mais tu ne savais pas leur étendue.  Quand vous brisez le cœur, vous vous regardez, les yeux remplis d’amour.

Masterlist

{Ceci est mon blog secondaire donc je répondrai aux commentaires sous le pseudo @marie-sworld}

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

Dan stevens masterlist

☆ - Smut

◇ - Other warnings

♡ - Part of a series

One bed ☆

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Saving The Other Masterlist

A Literal Pain In The Ass - philsdrill

Summary: Late into the night, Dan’s boyfriend Steven takes an abusive turn. It’s up to Phil to rescue him and give him the aftercare and consolation he needs.

A New Beginning - ultxmasunicornphanfics

Summary: Phil saves neko!Dan from an abusive life. A little angsty at first, but really fluffy.

Dogs - dans-awkward-phanfics

Summary: Phil’s dog has the habit of getting him into bad situations and Dan is Phil’s next door neighbour that seems to hate him and his dog. Oddly enough, their dogs like each other. Really like each other.

Folktales From the Sea (ao3) - glowingatmosphere

Summary: An unusual stranger saves Phil from drowning.

Hearts on Fire (ao3) - xoPrincessKayxo

Summary: "I trapped myself in the closet and the you're the cute firefighter that got sent to rescue me" AU

Home Safe (ao3) - letspartyrightnow

Summary: Phil saves Dan from an attacker at some club. Surprisingly, the guy from his dreams decides to go home with him.

I Like Trains - ultxmasunicornphanfics

Summary: Basically, shy pastel!Dan meets punk!Phil on a train and Phil saves him from an attacker later. Super fluff, maybe a lil angst.

Life Saver - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil used to be in a relationship, but they had to call it quits because Phil was committed to his job of being a fire fighter. Luckily they were still best friends, which Phil was grateful for. One day, there’s a fire in town and Phil finds out that it’s none other than Dan Howell’s house.

Magical - trysomecats

Summary: Dan has an existential crisis during Playlist Live, and Phil saves the day.

Saved from Slavery - joshfrankgerard

Summary: When Dan’s roommate moves out Dan finds it hard to live alone. Little does he know that his decision to buy a slave, Phil Lester, will change his life forever. But can Dan truly rescue Phil when Phil has been abused and sold as a sex slave for so long? And what happens when Dan finds himself falling in love?

The Magic Protector (wattpad) - So_Totally_Phan

Summary: AU where Dan the prince falls in love with Phil his protector. They are forbidden to be together but a war shows Dan’s parents how much Phil means to him.

Trading Harsh Bars for a Warm Embrace - Phandabbydosey

Summary: Phil works for a charity that rescues nekos from the widespread cruelty still rampant despite the laws forbidding it. After saving a certain, brown haired neko from horrible conditions, Phil’s reminded of just why he does his job.

With You I'm Safe (ao3) - Phandiction

Summary: Dan seems to have enemies everywhere. Abuse comes from his father at home as well as a bully at school. A boy he's never met, Phil, saves him from the bully one day and it sparks a friendship in which both rely heavily on. Dan often escapes his father's rampages by slipping into Phil's bedroom window. Deeper feelings toward each other are realized and expressed but with it comes harsher treatment from Dan's father.

Worship (ao3) - phanhowlterstuff

Summary: Phil getting kidnapped and some hot police officer saves him

[tangerinesgirl]

I don’t know if it’s been done before but earlier I had a thought: Lentsov hockey au. Ugh I used to figure skate and ugh that concept won’t leave me alone. Thought I would share

Yesss, Lemtov constantly shows off in front of everyone. He is severely competitive. His goal celebrations are wild, ranging from breaking sticks to push ups on the rink.

You're on the rival team, and he would trash talk you into next week... Some insults are, let's say, better than others, but at least he's got the spirit. He catches you rolling your eyes as he warms up the crowd and winks at you.

It starts to feel personal when he body slams into you to get to the puck, sending you flying. As you hobble back up, you argue with him, causing a scene, making the referee have to send both of you off.

Spraying ice as he breaks to leave the arena, he removes his helmet once on the carpet, with a flourish, making his fans in the crowd go wild.

You continue arguing with him in the locker room, upset that he was behind your disqualification after doing so well. He nods, pretending to listen to your heated debate, when he quickly shuts you up by lifting up your visor and kissing you.

You're taken aback at first, but lean into the kiss, as things start to heat up between you. With the match still going strong, muffled noises of people cheering and chanting, you know the two of you won't be interrupted for a while.

[droppingpetals]

will i ever stop reposting this ad bc i want more plots and ships ? the answer is no .

i’m looking for more plots, ships and rp partners bc i’d die for some new ships to obsess over !!  SO here’s my rp information :  

i only really write on discord now bc tumblr is a lot of work

i play both males and females and i’d appreciate it if you did too !

i do all pairings ( m/f, m/m and f/f )  with a slight preference for gay thangs !

i love playing characters of all ages — everything from 18 all the way up to even 50 is good to me, and i will give you my love if you do older muses with me ??

i absolutely LOVE pinterest boards n making playlists and edits and whatnot for ships

i have a bunch of character ideas i’d love to do and fcs i’d love to use and some of them will be listed underneath the read more, along with a few base plots to give an idea of what kind of plots i generally like to do ! but pls remember, the things i do are not limited to things that i’ve listed below !

if you’d be interested in writing with me, please go ahead & like this post and i shall come to you via tumblr ims <3

fcs i want to play but are not limited to :

kaya scodelario  /  keira knightley  /  ana de armas  /  axel auriant  /  cillian murphy  /  josh stewart  /  sebastian stan  /  andrew lincoln  /  elle fanning  /  katie mcgrath  /  amanda seyfried  /  lily collins  /  kristine froseth  /  lucy boynton  /  jaime lorente  /  arón piper  /  samara weaving  /  henrik holm  /  margaret qualley  /  rocco fasano  /  victoria pedretti  /  haley bennett  /  rachael taylor  /  álvaro rico  /  oliver jackson-cohen /  rosamund pike  /  rob james-collier  /  federico cesari  /  emily blunt  /  richard armitage   /  willa fitzgerald  /  michiel huisman  /  robert pattinson  /  emily vancamp  /  dan stevens  /  chase stokes  /  yvonne strahovski  /  matthew mcconaughey  /  james denton   /  !! björn mosten !!  /  all skam fcs  / adam demos  / bridgerton cast!!!

fcs i’d love to play against but are not limited to :

henry cavill  /  james mcavoy  /  john krasinski  /  mike vogel  /  hugh dancy  /  richard madden  /  chris evans  /  gwilym lee  /  armie hammer  /  max irons  /  rocco fasano  /  oliver jackson-cohen  /  maxence danet-fauvel  /  jai courtney  /  evan roderick  /  chase stokes  /  literally any girl ever ok  /  jessica chastain  / all skam fcs  /  the entire elite cast  /  bridgerton cast!!!!

this list is much shorter bc i couldn’t come up with any more and these are just the ones that Really came to me off the top of my head

some plot ideas :

period plots!!! historical plots!! anything based on period dramas!!!

mumus!!! give me plots with multiple muses!!

something kinda like outer banks ??

anything to do with the worlds of got / lotr / potc and such

domestic plots!!!! give me hs sweethearts who made it!!!! (but especially if it gay??) also divorced couple still having to be around each other bc kids and cue pining?? or any kind of other domestic plots!!! with fluff and angst!!!

college plots!!!! frat plots?? no homo plots??

fantasy plots?? i wanna dive into those, think got and lotr etc

crime plots!!! especially if you let me play a mob boss matthew mcconaughey!!!

apocalyptic plots!!!! zombies!!! zombie apocalypse plots!!!

this vibe?? “unlovable” characters experiencing love for the first time??

lowkey also toxic relationships .... give me a pair that doesnt work together but they’re so in love that they cant stay away :/

this plot!!! please!!! high school sweethearts!!!

sports plots?? ice hockey, football / soccer, cheerleading, figure skating??? boxing???

some ships i’ve also been dying to do :

brandon flynn x richard madden

timothée chalamet x armie hammer

andrew lincoln x hugh dancy

federico cesari x rocco fasano

axel auriant x maxence danet-fauvel

ana de armas x jai courtney / edgar ramirez

yvonne strahovski x jai courtney / henry cavill

emily blunt x john krasinski

lucy boynton x gwilym lee

rachael taylor x krysten ritter

regé-jean page x phoebe dynevor

[bringbackthelight]

Belle/Adam Post-Curse Fluff

"Catch Me if You Can" • belle and adam running around the castle gardens and playing hide and seek in the labyrinth‬ ‪• belle's a good hider but adam finally catches her from behind and puts his hand over her eyes‬ ‪• "guess who" *belle makes ridiculous sarcastic guesses*‬ ‪• adam lets go of his hands and belle turns over to hug him‬ ‪• they release from the hug and belle runs away (again) "catch me if you can!!"‬ ‪• adam is a faster runner so he quickly catches up with her pace and tackles her to the ground‬ ‪• they look at each other and have a lil makeout session "Surprise" • belle has been talking about building a school for as long as adam can remember • "maybe one day, darling" • but what belle doesnt know is adam's been secretly planning and building this dream school of hers ever since she first brought it up • belle wakes up one day to find her husband's side of the bed empty • adam only left a note that said to meet him outside of the castle • belle is suspicious, but just laughs to herself and gets dressed to go be with him • adam is nervous and afraid she might not like his surprise, thinking of all the worst possible scenarios • he gives this whole speech about his upcoming surprise and asks her to close her eyes as he guides her way to the secret hes been keeping for a long time • belle opened her eyes and was dumbfounded. she was speechless and adam mistook this as a sign of disappointment, so he started rambling on and on about how he tried his best to make her happy • belle cuts him off by cupping her hands to his face and kisses him • "so does that mean you like it?" • "like it? i LOVE it? thank you so much adam" *hugs him so tight he could hear his bones crack* • they kiss again and spent the rest of the morning making plans for the school "I'm Pregnant" • belle gets suspicious when she realizes she had been late for almost 3 weeks now • she also wakes up one day with a sudden urge to throw up all over the floor • belle notices a teeny tiny bump on her stomach while getting dressed one day and comes to the conclusion that she is pregnant • she's terrified. she doesnt know how she'll tell adam, and she certainly doesnt want to know how he'll react • she knows its foolish of her to think that adam might be the slightest bit disappointed because of the way she sees him play with chip, but she still holds on to her doubts and worries • when she finally gets around to telling adam, he gets so excited that he runs off to the library and reads every single book about pregnancy and children • his excitement suddenly turns to fear as he remembers his cruel father and how he used to treat him • he's nervous about fatherhood and scared about the mere thought of holding a fragile, tiny baby • he starts having a breakdown, but belle makes sure to keep giving him assurance that he would, in fact, be a wonderful father to their unborn baby and that he is not who his father is

[barnesandco]

Ayesha’s 1k+ Writing Challenge!

Writing Challenge Submission Masterlist

Hey, everyone, I'm so happy to be back online - I think I was only gone for a week so that announcement was very extra of me - and to be introducing my first writing challenge! I'm so honored and flattered that so many people enjoy my work, and I'm incredibly grateful for your support since I joined this community. Tumblr is my greatest escape, and you've made it a very welcome and comforting one. 

A sense of community and friendship is particularly important in these trying times, and I extend my heartfelt prayers to everyone struggling right now. I'm here to listen if there's anything you need to say, and I'm sorry I can't do much more than be a metaphorical shoulder to cry on, and to offer this distraction as a brief reprieve from whatever you might be going through.

In order to present a gift of relief, and to share and create more stories of heroism - not that any of it can ever compare to the courage displayed by our health professionals and essential workers these days - and to honor and promote our collective of Marvel fanfic writers, I've decided to host a writing challenge. You don't have to follow me to participate - although that would be appreciated - you just need to follow the rules I've outlined under the cut. If you need clarification on anything, don't hesitate to ask! I hope you'll join, and I look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with. 

Rules:

Your fic can be about any character(s) from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. You can also include original characters that you create. If you want to write a romantic fic, I think it goes without saying that it shouldn't be underage (or having an excessive age gap), non/dub-con, incest, abuse, power imbalance/manipulation (e.g. employer x employee or teacher x student), etc. 

The sky’s the limit when it comes to the type or genre of the story, so let your imagination fly! You can write reader-inserts, pairings of pre-existing characters, OCs, or even just solo fics about the character you've chosen. I'm open to canon fics, AUs, fluff, smut, angst, romance, platonic fics, and whatever else you guys can dream up. (If you're writing smut, please let me know, as there are some additional guidelines I'm setting for that.) 

Word count is minimum 250 words, and anything above 500 words must have a keep reading tab. Multi-chapter fics will obviously be accepted - and with a lot of enthusiasm! - but please make a masterlist for any such series.

Kindly include any and all warnings that apply to your story.

The deadline for submission is the 31st of December, 2020.

Please tag me @barnesandco​ in the completed fic - and in every chapter of a series if you've chosen to write one - and also tag your work with #ayesha1kwritingchallenge. If I don't acknowledge that I’ve seen your work within a week of you posting it, please DM me.

One entry is allowed per participant, and you can send in an ask or a DM to participate, in which you should mention the one prompt you would like to use and for which character(s) from the list below.

Prompts

Dialogue Prompts:

"You fell asleep on me." --Taken by @lancsnerd

"Screw you." --Taken by @need-a-fugue

"I've got this." --Taken by @filia-sapientiae​

"I'd never forgive myself for it." --Taken by @oreostars​

"I trust you." --Taken by @readerandcinephileingeneral

"Oh, I'm so offended." --Taken by @iamthe-shadow-on-the-wall​

"Who, me? I would never." --Taken by @kaunis-sielu

"I don’t want to hate her/him/them." --Taken by @suz-123

"I can't explain it, but loving her is just… easy." --Taken by @littledarlinwrites

"You're my everything." --Taken by @chrisevansdaddycap​

"Leave me alone." --Taken by @constantaking​

"That's disgusting." --Taken by @ruffalomakesmyday​

"What on God's green earth was that for?" --Taken by @sweetwritesx​

"Is that a threat?" --Taken by @glxy-otter​

"Promise. Please just- promise me." --Taken by @blue-like-barnes​

"Oh, I could kiss you right now, you brilliant, brilliant woman/man/person!" --Taken by @megthemewlingquim

"You know that'll never work on me." --Taken by @allaboardthereadingrailroad​

"I'd let you if you asked." --Taken by @wordywarriorwrites

"___, I swear to God, if you do that again, I'll feed you to Tony's stupid robot." --Taken by @nekoannie-chan

"You can't do this." + "Then I'll die trying."

"You're stronger than anyone I've ever known." --Taken by @companionjones

"How did I get here?" --Taken by @thestorydetective​

"Why are you smiling this wide this early in the morning?" --Taken by @tinymalscoffee​

"What's the worst that could happen?" --Taken by @phant0m-queen​

"I can't believe they haven't caught us yet." --Taken by @indyluckycharlie​

Song Prompts:

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles --Taken by @softpeachbarnes​

Finally//Beautiful Stranger - Halsey --Taken by @shield-agent78​

To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra --Taken by @whistlingwillows​

Floating - Alina Baraz ft. Khalid --Taken by @chuuulip​

Summertime - Ella Fitzgerald

Wind Beneath My Wings - Bette Midler

To Die For - Sam Smith --Taken by @hailhydra920​

I Scare Myself - Beth Crowley

Speechless - Dan + Shay --Taken by @captain-kelli​

Growing Pains - Alessia Cara

Levitating - Dua Lipa --Taken by @samingtonwilson​​

Ain't No Sunshine - Bill Withers --Taken by @mermaidxatxheart​

Human - Christina Perri

10 000 Hours - Ella Mai

Despacito - Luis Fonsi ft. Daddy Yankee

Let's Do It - Ella Fitzgerald --Taken by @smediumsmeatbae​

Honey - Raveena --Taken by @opalsandlace

Talk Too Much - COIN --Taken by @subtlebucky​

Put a Little Love on Me - Niall Horan --Taken by @buckysbest​

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Meet Me on the Battlefield - SVRCINA

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Titanium - David Guetta ft. Sia

Stay - Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko --Taken by @jalapenobarnes-main​

Eyes Open - Taylor Swift --Taken by @helahades​

One-Line Prompts:

Recovery is tender, straining yellow-blue over his/her/their shoulders and delicate in the shadow of his/her/their smile. --Taken by @iced-capsicle

Laughter tastes like cotton candy. --Taken by @rogersumbra

" All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages." -As You Like It, William Shakespeare --Taken by @shakespeareanqueer​

How do you miss something you never had? --Taken by @shellbilee​

They're stuck, and it's all ___'s fault. --Taken by @buckybarney​

Gabe Jones' French skills come to good use. --Taken by @raindroptv​

Self-discovery is a path nobody likes taking, but sometimes, there is no other choice.

"Demons run when a good man goes to war." - Doctor Who, Steven Moffat --Taken by @harley-sunday​

Star-crossed lovers find a galaxy to take refuge in from the rest of the universe. --Taken by @sgtjbuccky​

The Second Law of Thermodynamics states that everything goes from order to disorder. --Taken by @alyxkbrl​​

One-Word Prompts:

Sacrilege

Bibliophile --Taken by @nacho-bucky​

Soldier --Taken by @writing-mermaid​

Chrysanthemum(s)

Schadenfreude

Deja Vu

Picasso

Self-Partnered

Petrichor --Taken by @redhairedfeistynerd​​

Serendipity --Taken by @xoxoeeveewritez​​

Momentum

Equilibrium

Entropy

Resplendent

Anemone(s)

Effervescence

Sweetheart

Absolute

Echo --Taken by @wintersoeldiers​​

Nefarious

Picture prompts:

1. Taken by @infj-slytherclaw​

2. Taken by @starrysebastians​

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5. Taken by @corneliabarnes​

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7. Taken by @bucky-smiles​

8. Taken by @monarchofallisurvey​

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Special thanks to the following authors, who not only inspired and initiated my desire to write, but then encouraged me, supported my work, and were - and still are - tremendously helpful. Others in the following list I befriended later on, and I'm so grateful that I did, because they've helped transform my experience on this site, too. Point is, all of these people are so kind and amazing and marvellous beyond what words can describe. Thank you:

@samingtonwilson @suz-123 @nacho-bucky @evanstarff @tropicalcap @kentuckybarnes @buckyreaderrecs @mermaidxatxheart @corneliabarnes @buckyland​ @bucky-smiles​ @sebbytrash​ @jalapenobarnes​

And thank you of course to my wonderful, magical followers who comment and reblog my stories, and give me all the praise I do not deserve. Thank you for your kindness and your enthusiasm - I cherish it and do everything I can to earn it. Special mentions:

@readerandcinephileingeneral​ @notsomellowmushroom​ @sonjashuterbugjohnson​ @anjali750​ @severelytinyeagle​ @redhairedfeistynerd​ @parmisaanowl @starnight-charmer​ @alyxkbrl​

I'd like to conclude by saying that I debated whether or not to host this writing challenge now, in a time like this. I decided to do so in the end because I need it. Call me selfish, but I need a reprieve. I need to feel like this disaster that has us surrounded right now isn't all there is to the world. And if I've learnt anything from being on this platform, it's that you're very rarely alone. So I hope that this activity can provide some semblance of hope for others that feel the way I do, and if not, then at least a little escape.

So my last but not least thank you goes to everyone who participates in this challenge and thereby makes this shelter from the world's storm, a little stronger, a little safer, and a little warmer. 

I’m excited to see what everyone comes up with, and I look forward to making some new friends. Thank you all and good luck!