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Thinking about Billy’s hand resting on the back of the passenger seat where you’re sitting as he looks over his shoulder to back up. Thinking about how his hand lingers there as he keeps driving, sliding down to absently tug at your hair and rub the nape of your neck. Even though he does it without thinking, Billy can’t help but smirk when you lean back into his hands, loving the way you trust him, loving the way you respond to his touch.
#writers haven musings#writers haven#stranger things#stranger things thoughts#billy hargrove#billy#stranger things billy hargrove#stranger things Billy#billy x you#billy x reader#billy x y/n#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove x you#billy hargrove x y/n#billy imagine#billy hargrove imagine#hargrove#st
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Happy New Year, everyone. As the year comes to a close, I find that I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Excitement for all 2023 has to offer, a fear of future unknowns, more plans and resolutions than ever before, and more battle scars than one human should ever have to carry. It adds up to a kind of wonderful, terrifying beauty. Since Tumblr is known as a place where one can “scream into the void” I thought I would take a second and add my own voice to the abyss.
I am scared. I am hopeful. I am yearning. I am broken. I am beautiful. I am messy. I am passionate. I am loud. I take up so much space some days, while others I just want to curl into myself and never wake up. I am so perfectly imperfect. And this coming year terrifies me. 2022 gave me every reason to give up.
And yet I am still here.
When the ball drops tonight and my world is filled up with the sound of people celebrating in the beauty of a clean slate, I will join them. I will pick myself off the ground, wipe the blood from my chin and straighten my shoulders, sword in hand. I am still here. I will still fight. Fight for my passions, my hopes, my dreams, my plans. I will fight for me, even if no one else will.
Yes, 2023 is still a beautifully terrifying concept. But isn’t that how every dragon looks? And we’ve all defeated dragons before. Some of us have even learned how to ride them. We’ve done it before, and we’re going to do it again. That is my wish for myself and for those of you reading this. That we will have the strength to face and conquer the dragons of 2023.
Until next year,
Laurel <3
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For @plumbob-pudding's Henford Ladies College
Aspiration: Best Selling Author
Traits: Bookworm, Romantic
Margaret Walker, an 18-year-old dreamer from Harlem, is on the brink of an exhilarating new phase. Endowed with a sharp intellect and a deeply romantic soul, she often seeks solace and inspiration in the pages of her notebooks. The only child of a charming jazz vocalist and club proprietor, Margaret was nurtured amid jazz's vibrant beats and captivating narratives, which profoundly influenced her creative writing.
Her father's club, a haven pulsating with soulful melodies and the stories of jazz legends, has always been her greatest muse. Despite the demands of managing the club, her father has unwaveringly supported her dreams, particularly after her mother's early departure. Understanding her potential to become a significant storyteller, he has vowed to fund her education at Henford Ladies College in England.
Filled with excitement and apprehension, Margaret prepares to leave the familiar comfort of her neighborhood library—her long-time refuge where she refined her literary skills—for the prestigious corridors of Henford Ladies College. Carrying the lessons of her Harlem upbringing and the rich cultural experiences from her father's club, she steps forward into her future.
How will her life's vibrant, eclectic influences in Harlem and the immersive jazz environment shape her voice as a writer abroad?
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Packs Used: Growing Together, Cottage Living, Discover University, Island Living, Get Famous, Seasons, City Living, Get Together, Get to Work, Dreamhome Decorator, Paranormal Stuff, Vintage Glamour and Simtimates Collection
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤
thank you for the tag, @flightlessangelwings 🥰💖
A Sunday Kind of Love (Poe Dameron x F!Reader)
Safe Haven (Marc Spector x Reader)
Sugar (Santiago Garcia x Reader)
Night Moves (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) (and because it's a continuation of this fic: Good Neighbors Series)
Invisible String (Poe Dameron x Reader)
Honorable Mentions: Rich Girl (Driver!Jake/Rich Girl!Reader) & Softer (Joel Miller x F!Reader)
No Pressure Tags: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @whatthefishh @melodygatesauthor @ivystoryweaver @hon3yboy @runa-falls @romanarose @soft-girl-musings @softlyspector
aaaaaaaaand anyone else who wants to do this ❤️❤️ (pls tag me, i wanna see if i've read your faves!!)
#games#i always choose that first one lmao#no idea why but it's still my favorite#i've reread it way too many times
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I haven' said it in a hot minute, but I really appreciate you guys and I'm grateful for those who stick around and are here with me! Especially the writers here who send in things or just chat with me about characters in replies or send in stuff or just try and interact. I pretty often feel like my writing is poor quality and the way I write Artair comes across boring or unenjoyable? And it's a consistent feeling when I'm writing that I'm doing something wrong or my responses are uninteresting, even if I love writing with others. But instead of focusing on that feeling, I try to think about everyone who's been so kind and engaged with me and seems to want to write with me in some measure-- that even if I still have room to grow, there's still people who can enjoy the way I write now enough to write with me and seek me out and what I create. And I don't want to take that for granted. I appreciate all of you. And, in the same vein: if I write with you, it's a choice I make to do so. You didn't force me! I send in as much as I try to because I love engaging your muses more, even if I don't turn everything into a thread. The threads I do have, I treasure and I enjoy creating with you. I hope you know you matter to me and I think you're all amazing and I feel so lucky to be here with you! I know insecurity happens, but I think you're amazing and I love your characters, and every conversation we have. Thank you so much for connecting with me and being here!! <3
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steve and eddie not being out about their relationship and one morning steve is half asleep, walks up to where eddies stood, curling up behind him and sleepily kissing up his neck. robin is there just ?!?!
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#steddie#writers haven musings#writers haven#stranger things thoughts
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Larissa Weems
• Agere fics
Mommas here
Little on a mission
Sick little love
Here to help
Little runaway
Her little love
Forever? Forever.
Magic!
Office day
In her arms
• Sfw fics
Quiet time
I'll keep you safe
How cute
Home
Comfort crowd
Valentines chaos
Caretaking
Personal
Lovely interruption pt. 1
The chosen one pt. 2
Pretty girl
Safe haven
Here comes the sun
Lonely dreams
Beautiful one
Multitalented
Recharge
The simple things
Problem child
• Nsfw fics
A writers muse
Misunderstandings
Good little puppy
Caught
Quiet
Punishment
Call it revenge
Your pleasure is mine
Untouchable
Self indulgence
Starved
Ballet AU (nsfw)
Her favorite dancer
Private lessons
Other masterlists
• Lucifer Morningstar
• Brienne of Tarth
• Into the dreaming
• Extras
#it’s littledollll#Larissa weems#larissa weems wednesday#gwendoline christie#larissa weems fluff#wednesday larissa weems#larissa x reader#larissa weems smut#larissa weems nevermore#larissa weems x reader#principal weems smut#principal weems x reader#principal larissa weems#principal larissa weems x reader
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June Wrap-Up
I thought it would be nice to start a monthly wrap up of my fics, fic recs, and any other updates or recs I have.
This Month’s Fic Recs
These are just a few of the fics I’ve enjoyed this month, but there are so many great and fics out there by very talented writers within this fandom! Some of them I still need to leave comments on (I’m sorry - but this is planned/in drafts!) but I still want to highlight here as a start! Please be mindful of any content warnings and I believe all fics or blogs below are 18+
Javier Peña
Late Night Texts - @mvtthewmurdvck
Nowhere to Run @mvtthewmurdvck
Insomnia @iamskyereads
Jump Then Fall @musings-of-a-rose
Joel Miller
A Safe Haven @pedgeitopascal
A Stranger’s Heart Without A Home- @morning-star-joy
Fake It - @hier--soir
Dieter Bravo
Sweet Creature - @wildemaven
Frankie Morales
The Layover - @goodwithcheese
Designated Person @whatsnewalycat
Rainy World, Blanket Days - @mvtthewmurdvck
Golden, Like Daylight @wyn-n-tonic
Pleased to Meet You @intheorangebedroom
Marcus Moreno
Eyes Open @radiowallet
My Writing Throughout June
All of my fics are x female reader unless otherwise indicated.
Javier Peña
Secret Smile - chapter one
- chapter two
Frankie Morales
Call It What You Want -chapter two
Joel Miller
Everybody Leaves So Why, Why Wouldn’t You? - one shot within Fuel to Fire series (no prior reading required)
Favourite June Books, TV and Films
Once More With Feeling - Elissa Sussman [book]
New Girl [tv]
Succession [tv] - just finished season 2, yes I’m late to the game
The Leftovers [tv] - still on season 1
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Fic authors self rec!♡
When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤
Aaah thank you so much <3!!
To Cure What Ails LietPru, rated M
Summary:
The sound of a motorcycle ripped and burned through the birdsong and music of the forest as it went. Gilbert, wayward grandson of a good man long gone, directed his metal beast through land as old as time to the cabin his Grandfather had saved just for him. A refuge where few knew his name, a place to pass into obscurity among the worn-down mountains.
Gilbert expected that cabin to be merely a halfway house on his agony-driven journey to the Great Beyond. The handsome, 700-year-old Ghost who sang him to sleep each night begged to differ.
2. In Between PruCan, rated T
Summary:
An ancient, dilapidated manor sat on top of a hill, largely forgotten by the folks who lived in the town far below. And yet this manor wasn't empty. Not entirely, anyways. Matthew walked it's gloomy halls, his every step haunted in more ways than one.
Not every haunting was a bad thing.
3. Haven LietPru, rated T
Summary:
Tolys may have lost the master's favour, nearly all his freedoms, and most of his sanity, but he did gain one thing: An oasis in the desert, so to speak, where scarred arms on his shoulders were a comfort and where laughter echoed off the light-blue wallpaper.
4. Grandaddy Purple PruCan, rated T
Summary:
“Mattie?”
“Mm?”
“What… what do you think happens when we die?”
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Musings on the afterlife, against a backdrop of twinkling stars, rings of smoke and roof shingles.
5. You Brought Me Your Illness, I Brought You My Love LietPru, rated T
Summary:
Despite his protests, a sick Tolys is taken care of by his knight in ripped jeans. If only said knight hadn't hopped the fence to do it. Disturbing lack of home security aside, what started out as a really shitty day turns into a very sweet night for both Tolys and Gilbert.
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The Nanny Part 12
18+ ONLY
Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 2.9K
Warnings: references to smut, violence, corruption, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, sickeningly sweet domesticity, and some angst
Author’s Note: I don't even have an explanation for how long it has taken me to get this next part out. I've had a lot of health issues I have been dealing with, but I am really starting to feel like I'm in a better place. I also was experiencing the worst writer's block I've ever experienced.
Now that this chapter is complete, I'm hoping to also post the next parts to my other uncompleted WIPs soon.
As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it!
3 Months Later
Stretching out on the soft linen sheets, you yawn quietly as you reluctantly open your eyes to check the time. 4:45 AM on the dot when Valerie begins to fuss in the other room and it wakes you up instinctively. You grumble, tossing off the deliciously warm covers, and grab your robe from the arm of Lee’s chair as you make your way from his- well your room to hers.
“You did keep your promise,” you muse, picking her up and patting her back. “You promised last week you wouldn’t wake me up at 4:00. I see you’re already looking for loopholes in our contract, missy.”
She immediately snuggles into you and you can’t help but love it. Feeling the warmth of her little body pressed into you as you feel her whole body relax is something you savor every time. She’s a little small for her age, but her pediatrician keeps assuring you both you have nothing to worry about. Affectionately, Lee sometimes calls her a runt even though it makes you crazy. However, it is growing on you but you’ll never admit it.
“Shhh,” you mumble, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head, and walking her over to her changing table. Once you have her cleaned up, you take a little stroll with her to the kitchen to start with her breakfast. You shift your hold so she’s rested against your side so you have your dominant hand free to start putting her formula together. Her doctor also recommended beginning to introduce her to soft, solid foods so you also prep a little bit of a banana and soft berries to see what she’ll pick at- nothing too much cause you also want to watch for any allergies.
You also start a pot of coffee for yourself and Lee once you have her settled in her high chair happily babbling away, some real words she has picked up mixed in between. Her favorite word she has really clung to is still her first word: Dada. Lee still is unsure of it, but you see the way he looks at her when she says it. Sure enough, it beckons him from the room almost instantly. Immediately, the doting begins even as early at 5:20 AM. Deny it he very well may, but Lee Bodecker is a girl dad whether he likes it or not. Though, all signs point to that he very much does.
“My two favorite gals,” he grins walking into the kitchen. First, he looks to Val, pretending her stare makes him stop dead in his tracks and fall to his knees to begin kissing all over her face as she sits in her chair, making her erupt into her fit of giggles.
“Morning bug,” he says to her finally, getting up off his knees. He winces at the minor damage his daily stunt causes. He plays it off well, you must admit.
“M’lady,” he says, bowing to you at the waist. You scoff as he reaches out to kiss your hand. You knew no one else would ever believe he would behave this way. He was right when he said inside the house was your oasis. It was the truest definition of domestic bliss you could imagine, a secret happiness you allowed yourselves to share behind closed doors. This house has become a safe haven, where you were both free of outside opinion and the harsh realities of your situation. You don’t know the full extent to the situation Lee is in, but he is getting out for Val’s sake, and know for your sake as well. You don’t want to know, too happy with how things have gone to pop the bubble you both have made.
The nature of your relationship is still unclear. Lee treats you- well like his wife, yet has never even been able to take you on a date. He also still signs your paychecks, which feels wildly inappropriate given the new developments, but neither of you want to have the discussion. He discreetly leaves the check for you to find when he is gone, and neither of you discuss it. You know it needs to happen, but you both fear ruining how things have been.
You’ve fully moved in, very much complicating the situation. That was a very ugly fight with Julie, and you agreed she had every right to be upset. You have been helping her find a new roommate. She’s still upset, and vehemently is against your choice, and you can’t blame her or be mad in the least. You know what you did was a really shitty thing to do. You already weren’t coming home for several consecutive nights without keeping her in the loop, and then you spring on her that you’re moving out.
She’s the only person you trusted enough to tell about the current situation-ship. She is very much against it, voicing her opinions very loudly as you packed your things a few weeks ago. You agreed, and didn’t fight back. You deserved it. You saw how your infatuation had caused riffs in your friendships. Things are still being worked out, and all you can do is everything to show her you can be a good friend, and hope for her full forgiveness.
Lee kisses your temple, and ushers you to sit at the table while he begins breakfast. He sings softly to himself, trying his best to sound like Sinatra, as he navigates the kitchen on his quest to make you “the best eggs the world has ever seen.”
“I need your love so badly, I love you, oh, so madly. But I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with you,” he mumbles offkey, mindlessly, and you look to the window above the sink to watch the orange and pink light of the sun take over the room.
“If you surrender just a tender kiss or two, you might discover that I’m a lover meant for you.” The crackle of eggs as they hit the hot pan on the stove disrupts the mellow calm of the morning for a moment, but eventually it fades into the ambiance of the room.
“And I’d be true, but what’s the good of scheming. I know I must be dreaming,” he sings, his voice cracking how it does in the morning.
You know no one would ever believe you if you had told the world Lee Bodecker was like this behind closed doors. Affectionate, attentive, silly, domestic… Whatever is the best word for this morning. You bring the mug of coffee Lee has poured for you to your lips, the warmth from the mug radiating into your palms as you take a sip. Your eyes scan the newspaper that's scattered about the kitchen table and get a sense for the headlines.
“They need a new Sunday school teacher,” you mumble casually glancing at the classifieds. From her highchair, Valerie blows an excited bubble of spit as Lee plops scrambled eggs directly onto the tray in front of her. There’s no point in trying for a bowl- she still is in the habit of tossing those on the floor. Her little fingers work to pick up the pieces, sometimes with too tight a grip, and feed herself.
“Oh yeah?” Lee responds, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other tips the pan over your empty place to deliver your eggs. He adds some to his own plate in the place setting on the other side of Val’s high chair. He grabs the toast for the two of you out of the toaster and places the dish between you both.
“Yeah,” you muse, grabbing a slice of toast. You start adding a slice of butter, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the conversation you feel it might be time to have.
“Is that something you’d be interested in?” he asks, as he sits down.
“I’m not sure,” you say, “I mean, Lee- I need to be honest… It feels weird, I mean, correct me if I’m wrong- but, I don’t think you should pay me to be Vallie’s nanny anymore. It feels like we’re more than passed that now… right?”
He sighs, and you know he has felt the same. He looks relieved that you have brought it up first.
“There’s something I need to take care of first,” he responds. “I think you should go for it. I agree this arrangement shouldn't be transactional anymore- it surely hasn’t felt like that in a really long time. I want this to be something better than that- you deserve that and so does she. I just need to tie up some loose ends. Then, we’re going to be a proper family, if you want that. Let me do the right thing.”
“Are you pro-”
“No, ma’am, do not even finish that sentence,” he shushes you. “Don’t talk nonsense like that. You’ll know when I am doing that. It won’t be in a messy kitchen next to a toddler drooling over scrambled egg next to us. I’m just saying- I got to take care of some stuff. I think we’re on the same page. I just need a little time and then we’ll be situated in a more normal arrangement.”
“Yes, sir,” you joke, picking up the section of the paper with the job listing.
You continue to flip through the paper and Valerie continues to make a mess with her breakfast- occasionally taking a bite. Lee walks back and forth from the bedroom back to the kitchen to the living room in a loop getting ready to head to the station. Everything is in the wrong place and inconveniently nowhere near each other. He grumbles about the detail he’s needed for today, and how he thinks unfortunately he’ll be home late. He kisses your lips and Valerie’s head, mumbling about how he just wants to get home to his girls. Pressing another hurried kiss to your temple, he promises to make it home as soon as he can.
Lee hated that he needed to lie to you. He justified it because he knew for your own protection, you couldn’t know where he was going and who he was actually meeting after his shift ended. When 6 o’clock rolled around, he got into his cruiser and shuddered, thinking about the meeting that was in for him.
By some miracle of God or whatever higher power, Lee has been granted in his lifetime a reason to finally get out of the shady deals he’s previously dealt. He never meant to get tangled up in this. It was one favor that snowballed into others, and soon enough he's deeper than he ever thought he would have ever been. He knows he’s not innocent, and no one to blame but himself for the mess he’s caught up in. Part of him regrets not turning himself in. But he can’t do that, especially now, with that little girl sleeping soundly back at home. He can’t let her lose someone else. Even if the someone else is just as rotten to the core as he is.
He needed to get out. Pay his debts and start this life with both his girls with a clean slate. The last time he drove to this bar, he was here trying to get his mind off of you. Before he knew how it felt to wake up next to you, before he knew what it felt like to have your arms around his neck, before he knew how it felt to be inside you and how tight you feel around his-
He has to get this over with as soon as possible.
He walks in, and a member of Brown’s crew is sitting in the usual booth, nursing a whiskey. Lee averts his gaze when he sees Cherry sitting at the bar chatting up her next customer. He wants to pretend she doesn’t exist, and it never happened. It hangs heavy on his chest. You weren’t together, but the weight of his guilt feels like the highest infidelity. Brown sent a man named Wayne Hendrix to meet with Lee. Leroy Brown never came out for a meeting- his time far more valuable than anyone else.
Lee recognized Wayne immediately. He grits his teeth, knowing this meeting is not going to go as smoothly as he would like. Wayne, much to Lee’s unlucky misfortune, was arrested by Lee on multiple accounts before he was sheriff. He knew Hendrix held a deep, unrelenting grudge on the past arrests. Hendrix did five years in prison because of Lee, and Lee knew that’s exactly why Brown sent him.
“Wayne,” Lee said with a tip of his head, settling into the booth.
“Bodecker,” Wayne practically spits, venom oozing from each syllable.
“I’m not going to run for reelection,” Lee states, opting to just rip off the bandage.
“Like hell you ain’t,” Hendrix laughs- a deep belly laugh that echoes through the whole bar. “Brown tells you when you run and when you don’t. What do you suppose you’re gonna do?”
“I want to settle my debts,” Lee says, standing firm to Wayne’s dismissive lecture.
“This ain’t how any of this works, pig,” Hendrix muses, swirling the remaining brown liquid in his glass before finishing it off. “Leroy don’t let anybody go. You ain’t ever out of debt to him. You think you can just write a check and suddenly you’re free of all your responsibilities and obligations? You gonna what- ride off into the sunset with that little plaything you got? Brown is just gonna lie down while you two are off playing house? Playing mommy and daddy?”
Lee’s knuckles are white, and his nails practically draw blood from his palms as his fists form. His jaw is locked and he is doing everything in his power to swallow down the pure rage that boils his blood. It’s taking all of his strength to not lunge across the table. He could kill him. He takes long, steady breaths focusing on the chill that runs down his arms that releases the tension. He cracks his neck, and lets himself have a second to relax. Feeding into this is exactly what they want. They want him to lose his control.
“I think it’s best practice to keep this discussion separate from family,” Lee suggests coolly, “You don’t bring up my girls, and I won’t bring up yours.” He watches as Wayne shifts uncomfortably in the booth. He watches as Hendrix’s eyes avoid his gaze. Wayne is very much aware that Lee not only knows his wife Maura from Church, but also his three daughters. Lee holds the upper hand if they are going to have a pissing contest on who knows more about whose private life. “I doubt Meg, Hannah and Marjorie want to know what their daddy gets up to when he misses their recitals.”
“Listen,” Wayne spits, slapping both palms on the table, knocking over his glass. Both men ignore it, as it rolls off the table and crashes to the floor. “Leroy is going to offer you an out. It pisses me off to have to tell you about it. The only joy I’m getting out of this is the sweet knowledge that you’ll die trying.”
“What is it?” Lee urges him to continue.
“You have Leroy’s word, you and your whole family are granted immunity and your debts are cleared. You just need to kill Deckard.”
You’re asleep on the couch when Lee gets home. It’s well after 2am, and he feels sorry you must have forced yourself to stay awake as long as you could to make sure he got back safe. He places his hat down on the coffee table in front of you, and haphazardly takes off his tie on his way into the kitchen. He could cry when he sees the plate covered in foil that’s waiting for him. He notices there’s exactly one slice of cake left on the stand in the center of the table. In the frosting, it looks like you wrote “Lee” out with a toothpick, saving the piece for him. He walks back into the living room, and drapes the blanket from the back of the couch over your peaceful frame. He’ll let you sleep a little longer while he puts the food in the fridge. He’ll have it all tomorrow.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers softly, rubbing your shoulder to wake you gently. It’s no good. You are completely unaware in your deep sleep. He sits on the coffee table, moving his hat out of the way. He lets himself watch you for a few moments, enjoying the way you look. You’re just so serene, and he knows you never believe him but you always look so beautiful like this. He loves seeing your whole face soften, and the way your cheek presses against the pillow.
“Let’s go pretty girl,” he says, even though you won’t hear him. Although he’s been up for around twenty hours, and he’s weak from the full work day and his unfortunate complicated night that follows- he scoops you up in his arms without a second thought and carries you into the bedroom. He’ll tuck you in, and pull you close and he’ll let himself sleep soundly knowing you're protected in his arms tonight. He hears Valerie’s soft snores from her bedroom, and that is the final permission he needs to let his heavy eyelids rest.
There’s much to be done in the morning, but Lee sleeps tonight knowing all of his jobs are done.
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Thinking about Steve helping you wash your hair when you’re tired and overwhelmed. Thinking about how he cups his hand over your forehead and eyes as he tilts your head back into the shower spray to rinse the suds out of your hair. Thinking about the little soft things he would say as he’s doing it.
“There you go, just close your eyes.”
“Move closer, baby. I’ve got you.”
“All right, sweetheart, I’m here. You’re okay, I promise.”
#writers haven musings#writers haven#stranger things#stranger things thoughts#steve harrington#Steve#stranger things steve harrington#stranger things Steve#steve x eddie#steve x y/n#Steve x you#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x reader#steve fluff#steve harrington fluff
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RULES & BYF (must read!)
RULES
My blog, my rules - it’s a safe haven for me!
My writing blog may contain suggestive content, but not explicit NSFW! minors please proceed with caution, and know where you are in cyberspace. (in addition, i only interact with 16+, so dni if you’re any younger than that.)
I only write she/her or gender neutral readers, since that’s where i’m most comfortable with.
Please don’t DM me out of the blue, send me an ask first for a head’s up!
And lastly, be kind and respectful. Do not impose anything. Do not SEND hate - do not put down writers who indulge, and do not make fun of self–inserts or self–shippers. I do not tolerate this kind of behavior!
BYF
Regarding writing
Assume all readers and characters are aged up 18+, unless they’re specified for plot purposes.
I like exploring different types of genres (especially Fluff, Angst, Coming-of-Age, Crack, etc.), but please do not always associate me with what I write. I may try to delve in with slightly dark topics, and I’ll make sure to properly put disclaimers/cws/tags! 🙇🏻♀️
Regarding interactions
I tend to muse about the fictional men that I really like! So feel free to chat! Let’s be friends! (I like to imagine we're like. . . sophisticated ladies inside an enormous garden, sipping tea and chatting about our favorites with our frilly gowns and fans ~)
I adore comments! I read them all, even if I don’t reply. Just know that I appreciate you ♥️
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time to plug the stray gods discord server again, but let me also tell you why it's the place you want to be if you enjoy the game more than an average amount.
in the stray gods server, we took the last muse inspiring people very literally, and now we're doing... just about ALL the things.
we are pretty active across all timezones. this means you'll always have people to shoot the shit with if you want to talk about the game (or other things).
we have dedicated channels where we're figuring out EVERY. POSSIBLE. VERSE. as well as song paths that give unique endings. as well as the "superior" (subjective) combination of verses.
do you read and/or write fic? we are big on fic. writers share what they're working on, we have a team of betas, we like to talk about fic A LOT. writers get showered in praise all the time.
we also have a lot of resources to offer them. we are well on our way to transcribing the whole game (regular text and songs). we have a map with all the pins. we have lots of ideas. and as stated before, we basically have a team of researchers at stand-by to help you dig up what you need.
but we have even more!! libraries full of screenshots of, oh, just about everything. need references for art or for writing? BAM, there it is.
what about playlists? yes. people inspired by the muse to record covers together? also yes.
we are even planning game and movie nights.
what about off topic chats, memes, places to talk about adjacent interests? for sure we do.
of course, you don't need to interact with all or any of those aspects. just wanna chill and only interact when the need arises? you're more than welcome to.
in short, this is my favorite thing i've been part of in a really long time. the server is full of passionate, clever, dedicated, funny people. it's a safe haven for people of all walks of life, but predominantly queer people.
you wanna be here, trust me.
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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼
@modernperplexity @tieronecrush
New Works Added ✨
Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊
As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊
@absurdthirst Frankie Kinktober Exhibitionism/Voyeurism / Javi G Kinktober Orgasm Denial/Control / Zach Kinktober Wrist/Arm Restraints / Dave Kinktober Abduction/Kidnapping / Dieter Kinktober Lactation/Breastfeeding / Max Kinktober Vampires/Werewolves
@novemberrain-writes Frankie Whumptober No Anesthesia / Marcus M Whumptober Experimentation
@juletheghoul Frankie Gold Rush
@ghostofaboy Frankie Kinktober Triple Penetration / Javier Kinktober Anal Sex / Maxwell Kinktober Exhibitionism / Dave + Marcus P Kinktober Lingerie / Marcus M Kinktober Abduction/Kidnapping / Pero Kinktober Spanking
@wildemaven Frankie Throttled Control / Javier Meant to Be
@musings-of-a-rose Frankie Catfish and Shadow
@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Max Immortally Human
@icanbeyourjedi-writes Max Interview with a Vampire
@blueeyesatnight Max A Rough (Pumpkin) Patch / Nathan Negotiation Tactics
@flightlessangelwings Ezra Kinktober Anonymous Sex
@beskarandblasters Joel I Might Kill My Ex
@cool-iguana Joel Desperate
@penvisions Joel Garnish
@popcornforone Joel Warmth
@moonlight-prose Joel Safe Haven
@odetodilfs Javi G Kinktober Overstimulation and Bondage
@boliv-jenta Marcus P Banana Pancakes
@youvebeenlivingfictional Oberyn Kinktober Day 14
@kyberblade Din Give It To Me In Basic
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8, 10 and 19 for the fic writer asks!
Oh thank you for asking! From this list of questions:
8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…
Whenever I've "had" to write sequels for fics, it has been entirely because I've felt internally compelled to continue the story! Which is to say that a lot of my fics, even those that were supposed to be one-offs, already have sequels! But I do have a few fics that I've long wanted to write sequels for, but the must just hasn't moved me in that direction.
Love in a Time of Politics: I loved exploring this soft no-war AU so much, and these gentler, peaceful versions of the characters and their families. I've tried a couple of times to start an epistolary sequel to this one that is Legolas and Gimli getting to know each other better, working out a betrothal, etc., but it just hasn't had the real juice to get started (and epistolary is hard for me to write). But I would love to do it someday!
Full Moon (and by extension, Words Unspoken). Words Unspoken was actually supposed to be a one-off, and then Full Moon was already the sequel-prequel that begged to be written - but I left off the ending of the fic with a bit of a tantalizing sequel hook, and one day I'd love to write it!
Muse: Oh, the sequel to Muse is the white whale I'll never really accomplish. The premise of this story is so wild and out-there that I really wanted to try writing about Legolas from LOTR learning how to adjust to a modern life, but it got angsty really fast in my head and it also just didn't quite come together. HOWEVER! Artist @theycallme-ook did make an adorable comic series follow-up that I'm digging back into and kicking my feet wildly about, that you should absolutely check out!
10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?
This is hard to say! I've had stories I've picked up in stops and starts, and I don't know how complete a draft needs to be to fit this bill, but probably the two most notable stories for this are The Better Part of Valor and Haven. The very first scene of Better Part was actually one of the first pieces of LOTR fanfic I wrote, back before I was publishing - and it sat for four years. I assumed it was unfinished forever, but I kept wishing I'd get the right click to pull it back out and finish it, and finally that came along in the summer of 2021! Haven, similarly, was a story I wrote the first scene of back in the summer of 2022, and then finally got myself together to finish two years later after a lot of fandom journeying.
It's funny, because I'm running @goodintentionswipfest right now and encouraging people to post unfinished drafts, but at the same time . . . sometimes you really do come back to those stories!
19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic
You know, I'm actually not sure about this one! I don't tend to do as many research deep-dives as I know some people out there do (and definitely feel a little guilty about it). I've researched some strange things from time to time, but I'll just go with a mention that my ongoing splinter sect AU has been so inspired by my graduate work in cultural studies that it now has its own accompanying "inspired by" bibliography. It's not exactly a list of references, more just theorists and work that has inspired me spiritually, but I think it's probably the most research-intensive thing I've done. Also I read Pedagogy of the Oppressed recently for the sake of inspiration for something else I'm trying to work on within that universe (but also I should have read the book long ago), so I guess that does count as research!
Thank you so much for asking these! I had a ton of fun answering them. <3 I am happy to continue answering if others feel inspired to ask from the list!
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(Please read this collab between Myriam and I as one of personal sacrifice. Myriam is currently not at all well, in fact hardly at her "creative best" and yet she still made a momentous effort and show# what a gifted writer she is in this piece. I hope you can find the time to enjoy our joint efforts.)
"Feeding your Spirit and Soul"
Discovering your soul
is my sole sojourn, my ultimate ambition
I feel your willing compliance
might be interpreted as an invitation.
You seem to respond to my gentle approach
the seductiveness of my suggestion
in now way a "pushy" encroach.
but your soul's illusive my search as yet inconclusive.
Is it a "cognitive" or an "emotional" state
I guess It doesn't matter really,
my attentions are to relate and discover
to caress and reassure you empathetically.
My motives are solely aspirational
totally pure to motivate and inspire your creativity
to add to your well established resources
that already produce such wonderful poetry.
I imagine your soul to be a haven, a resting place
it matters not where in you it might be located
A place of the most sensitively cushioned-velvet
offering a warmth and welcome, unabated.
When one day perhaps I 'm successfully sleeping beside you
and find the reality of what I'm looking for
you'll realise and share with me that unified privilege
that wants to mature and complete you.
In the soft glow of the starry night,
I want to slip into your soul in secret,
tenderly snuggle, surrender,
like a weary traveller finds shelter.
Let me wrap myself in your inner warmth,
and let my worries float away,
It's where time has no hold, where all is pure,
where my dreams and yours blend fearlessly.
I want to melt into the weave of your thoughts,
and lose myself in the meanders of your quiet mind.
Find refuge in the recesses of your being,
and fall asleep peacefully.
in the gentle embrace of our intertwined souls.
Where silences speak and emotions are revealed,
I want to find refuge, I want to surrender,
in the harmony of your soul, to fall asleep there for eternity.
31st January 2024
https://www.google.com/gasearch?q=lyrics%20to%20court%20and%20spark&tbm=vid&source=sh/x/gs/m2/5
© Geoff Stockton in close collaboration with his remarkable co-writing Muse and poetess © Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim
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