#1300 followers challenge

[loverhymeswith]

All You Have To Do Is Stay | Takeshi Kovacs x GN!Reader

Summary: A heatwave in Bay City leads to unexpected consequences.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Angst. Vague mentions of characters sleeping together. Nothing explicit.

A/N: Written for @that-sarcastic-writer 's 1300 follower celebration, using the prompt "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me". Congratulations lovely! <3

Summer in Bay City does not come without its fair share of rainfall, but this year is different. It’s been six weeks since the heavens opened, six weeks since a drop of water fell from the sky, and now the drought - combined with the cloying heat - finally seems to be causing the residents of The Raven to lose their minds. 

Takeshi Kovacs is no exception. As soon as the pink unicorn backpack made its appearance, you knew trouble was afoot. With no end to this heatwave in sight, tempers are fraught, nerves are frayed, and left right and centre, unwise decisions are being made. In your opinion, Takeshi might just be the number one culprit, having just concocted a brilliant scheme that is sure to result in his real-death – that’s if you don’t murder him first.

“If you do this, don’t expect me to be waiting around to patch you up again.”

Takeshi finally drags his attention away from cataloguing the extensive weapons cache on the counter, his intense hazel gaze landing on you instead. A thin sheen of sweat clings to every inch of tanned skin he currently has exposed. There’s some small amount of satisfaction to be taken from the fact that he’s not entirely immune to the rising temperatures.

“I mean it,” you warn him, reading the subtle amusement in his expression. He’s clearly not taking your threats seriously enough. “I’m done. I’m gone.”

He zips up the obnoxious pink backpack and levels you with a penetrating stare. “If I don’t do this, a lot of people are going to die.”

You fold your arms, trying to ignore the uncomfortable prickle of heat at the back of your neck. “And what about you?

The stubborn, pig-headed envoy simply smirks. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

You used to believe it – used to believe that Takeshi Kovacs was invincible. You clearly remember the first time Vernon brought you along to The Raven to help patch up the envoy’s wounds. You had been shocked, to say the least. Fascinated, too. Not only that Takeshi was still standing after suffering such extensive injuries, but also by how quickly he had healed.  

That was nearly two years ago. For some inexplicable reason, you found yourself sticking around. Like Takeshi and the Elliots, you’ve become somewhat of a permanent fixture at the A.I. hotel.  Consequently, it has put you in the perfect position to notice the shift in Takeshi’s behaviour. Ever since Bancroft and Reileen and Ortega, it’s like he’s intent on becoming some kind of martyr.

“Can’t you at least take Vernon with you?”

“And watch him get himself killed? I don’t think so.”

Poe and the Elliots have already spent the morning bickering with Takeshi, once again throwing around words like ‘friendship’ and ‘teamwork’ as if such concepts could be enough to make him change his mind – could persuade him against this ridiculous suicide mission. But they don’t know him like you do. 

Even after all this time, Takeshi still doesn’t believe in friendship. He believes in acquaintances. Assets. People he can leverage to do his bidding. To help him get what he wants – whatever the hell that might be. No matter how hard you’ve fought to make him believe otherwise, he still refuses to accept that there are people like Vernon and Ava, like Poe, who truly care for him.

And then, there's you. It’s still unclear where you fit in when it comes to Takeshi Kovacs. Until recently, you’d suspected you were just another dispensable asset. But then everything changed. What the others don’t know is that for the last six weeks – when it’s late at night and all the fighting and the scheming has finally stopped – not only have you been sharing Takeshi’s company, you’ve also been sharing his bed.

It’d be easy to blame it on the heat. Even easier to blame it on the liquor. The first time had been little more than a drunken mistake, an ill-advised distraction after his near-miss with the Yakuza. But the following night, you had sought him out again. After that, it became a compulsion. 

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Emotions were certainly not supposed to beinvolved. But that had become harder and harder each time you found yourselves rolling beneath his sheets. Foolishly, you realise,  you’ve been starting to think that you can see through the walls he’s erected. Thinking that one day you might break them down, brick by brick. 

It’s possible you imagined it entirely, but you thought you’d seen a change in Takeshi, too. You thought that there had been a softening to his eyes as he made love to you. A half-smile that he seemed to reserve for you alone.

That smile is currently nowhere to be seen as he matches you glare for glare.

Unfazed by the six foot three wall of muscle standing before you, the spark of anger in your chest ignites. “But you expect us all to sit back and watch as you get yourself killed?”

“That’s different.”

“No,” you tell him firmly. “It’s not.” With it now increasingly apparent that he’s not going to heed your warning, you simply turn around and leave.

The streets of Bay City are eerily quiet. Nobody wants to be outside in this heat. It’s like a furnace, constant and smouldering. Leaving the relative luxury of The Raven’s air-conditioned foyer might have been another unwise decision, but you couldn’t spend another minute inside knowing that every passing second in Takeshi’s company might just be your last.

You’ve been walking for almost fifteen minutes when someone calls your name. Your hackles raise, but you continue walking, picking up the pace despite the pressing heat and the sweat forming on your brow. You're not some dog that can be called to command. No matter what might have transpired between the two of you back in the privacy of his bedroom, you’re not just going to roll over for Takeshi Kovacs. Not anymore.

A firm hand grasps your shoulder, halting you in your tracks. “Would you just stop and talk to me?” There’s a hint of desperation in Takeshi’s voice as he spins you around. It affects you far more than you care to admit.

“There’s nothing left to say,” you spit, not bothering to hide the venom in your own voice. He should know that wounded animals are prone to bite. “You’ve made your feelings perfectly clear.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain.”

His fingers are still curled around your shoulder. You shrug out of his grip. “Explain what, Tak? That you’d rather go charging into danger, risking your life for a bunch of strangers than even contemplate the fact that there are people here that care about you.”

“You don’t understand.”

“No. I don’t.”

Takeshi is a storm cloud. As his mood darkens, electricity fills the air. “Everyone I’ve ever loved has been taken away from me. I don’t want anyone else to have to go through that kind of pain. These are bad people. But I have the power to stop them. I have to do this.”

“And what about the people who love you, Takeshi? You don’t care that one day you’re going to be taken away from them? Do you know how many nights I’ve sat up waiting for you to return, not knowing what state you’re going to come back in. If you’re even going to come back. I can’t do this anymore.”

A flicker of understanding crosses Takeshi’s face and his expression shifts. That softness you thought you must have imagined has suddenly returned. “Is that what this is about? Your feelings for me?”

His words penetrate your skin like a knife, cutting you open and leaving you to bleed out the truth all over the sun-bleached pavements of downtown Bay City. “I don’t have feelings for you,” you assure him, slapping a bandaid over the wound. “The only thing this is about is you being a selfish prick.”

Takeshi shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s true.” He reaches out a hand to cup your jaw, tilting your head so you’re forced to meet his gaze. "Look me in the eye, sweetheart. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me."

“I-” Before you can answer, a crack of thunder shatters the silence. As one, the two of you cast your gaze to the sky, only to find that the sun has disappeared behind a huge black cloud. 

The first fat drop of water lands on Takeshi’s brow. He blinks in surprise. The next one falls on your cheek. Takeshi wipes it away with the soft brush of his thumb across your skin. As you stand there, frozen by his words, by his touch, the heavens fully – finally – open. A tiny squeak of laughter threatens to burst forth from your lips. Of course, of all the days for the drought to break, it had to be this one.

“We should go inside,” you tell Takeshi, blinking away the heavy drops of water now clinging to your lashes. 

“No,” he disagrees, his palm still curved around your cheek. “I want to know what you were going to say. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been looking at me lately. We both know these last few weeks have been more than just about the sex.”

It’s complicated. Isn’t that always the case? There’s a very real possibility that you do love him, but you’re not ready to admit that just yet. You’re not ready to open yourself up to that kind of heartache. Not if he’s still going to walk into battle with that reckless grin on his face. You can’t bear the thought of losing him, but it’s easier with a protective shell of willful ignorance around your heart.

“What does it matter if I’m going to lose you anyway?”

Takeshi dips his head lower to make himself heard over the hammering rain. “It matters.”

The force of the rainfall has plastered the lengths of Takeshi’s hair to his brow. It’s a struggle not to reach out and brush the locks from his face, but such a gesture would do little to fight your case. “Would it make a difference?” You wonder aloud, trying not to lean into the warmth of his hand against your cheek. “If I told you I love you, would it make you stay?”

Takeshi’s lashes shutter. You can sense the conflict as he works his jaw. “I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that it would make me stay. But I can promise you it would be something worth surviving for. A reason for me to make it out of this fight alive.”

Three little words aren’t going to change the outcome of this battle, but if it means he’ll try that little bit harder –  if it means he’ll have hope in his heart instead of fear – isn’t that a small price to pay? 

Balancing on your tiptoes, you close the gap to Takeshi, brushing your wet lips against his. “I love you, Takeshi. Just promise to come back home to me.”

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[that-sarcastic-writer]

So ive never really done a milestone with my account and recently I saw my mutual selene do a writing challenge, and since I just got 1300 followers, I got inspired to do a writing challenge soon. So any writers that follow me, stay tuned

#writing challenge #1300 milestone #follower milestone

[verstappensrealwife]

A Second Chance - Lando Norris x Reader

angst, fluff

approx. 1300

warnings: fighting, swearing. lots of time cuts :(

lando norris masterlist - here.

f1 masterlist - here.

He'd been distant for months, seemingly indifferent to your final year of university. The rollercoaster of emotions, from being ignored to fervent pleas for your company, only to be met with anger when you prioritise your studies, has left you drained. His words, oscillating between confusion and outright rejection, always ended abruptly.

His words pierced the air like daggers, each sentence laden with frustration and desperation. "I don’t understand why you won’t spend time with me?" he'd lament, his voice tinged with a sense of betrayal. And then, in a sudden shift of tone, he'd declare, "No, Y/N, I don’t want to see anyone right now!" The finality in his words left no room for negotiation as he abruptly severed the connection, leaving you alone with the weight of his words echoing in your ears.

You were exhausted—of university stress, incessant arguments, and endless nights. Exhausted of him.

Now in Australia, supporting your boyfriend, you followed quietly, the aftermath of yet another weekend argument hanging in the air. But amidst the turmoil, the racetrack thrived. Fans flooded the grandstands, eager for the excitement about to unfold.

As you stepped into the F1 paddock in Australia, a vibrant tapestry of sights and sounds enveloped you. The air was alive with the hum of engines revving in the distance, the scent of burnt rubber mingling with the faint aroma of fuel. Colourful team banners fluttered in the breeze, each one a testament to the fierce competition that awaited on the track.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, you caught glimpses of mechanics working feverishly on sleek race cars, their metallic surfaces gleaming under the bright Australian sun. Everywhere you looked, there was a sense of purpose and urgency, as teams strategized and drivers prepared for the challenge ahead.

Celebrities and VIP guests mingled with team personnel, their animated conversations punctuated by bursts of laughter and the occasional roar of an engine. The paddock buzzed with energy, a palpable anticipation that hung in the air like static electricity.

In the distance, the grandstands loomed large, a sea of eager faces eagerly awaiting the spectacle that was about to unfold. It was a scene of controlled chaos, where every detail was meticulously orchestrated in pursuit of victory on the track.

After a great race from your boyfriend, him placing P3, you both went back to the hotel to get ready for some after party.

“And umm, i was wondering if you were gonna come to my graduation… I checked and it’s not during a race weekend and—”

You were cut short by him hurrying you out the door, “Yeah, baby, ill be there,” He said dismissively and pushing you quickly towards the exit of the hotel.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air, coiling around you like a relentless serpent as you stood on the precipice of your greatest moment yet. Each passing second felt like an eternity, nerves tightening their grip on your every fibre, threatening to unravel your composure.

With each beat of your heart, the tremor of excitement mingled with a hint of apprehension, sending shivers down your spine. This was the culmination of years of hard work, the apex of your academic journey, and the weight of its significance bore down upon you like an invisible burden.

"Y/N Y/L/N!"

With steady steps, you ascended the stage, eyes scanning the crowd, eager to spot familiar faces among the sea of spectators—parents, cousins, aunts, uncles—all there to witness your triumph. Yet, amid the sea of loved ones, an empty seat caught your eye, causing a fleeting pang of disappointment to flicker across your expression. Swiftly, you masked it behind a determined facade as you exchanged pleasantries, accepted accolades, and grasped the coveted parchment wrapped in ribbon before gracefully departing the stage.

Of course, he didn’t show, why would he?

-

And of course a screaming match erupted between you two. 


“It was one fucking ask for you to come and you were what?!”

“S-streaming…” God he knew he fucked up.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted, “Do you not care about my accomplishments anymore or is it just your own you care about now?”

He sighed, clearly getting agitated, “Fuck- Of course not! But its not like youre there for mine either!”

You scoffed incredulously, was he serious? “Because- Lando- I have a fucking job, I have school!”

“And thats more important than me?”

“When did i say that– you know what?” You stopped yourself and walked off from the kitchen to his bedroom, taking each piece of what you owned with you. Shoving it all in a bag that was clearly too small to fit it all but in your rage you managed to get it all in.

He panicked, “What - what are you doing..”

“Leaving.”

And he didn’t stop you.

-

-

You were single now, and happy.


He was single now, and not so happy.

God, how he missed you. He took you for granted, treated you wrong… and all he wanted was you back.
 Even his own friends were telling him how much he fucked up.

And he knew it.

He especially knew it when he saw you, shyly walking around the silverstone pits with your best friends who were in love with the sport. He didn’t believe it at first, but you were here! Really here!

“Y/N!” He couldn’t control his own mouth, or legs as he ran over to you.

You turned around to see the messy brown hair and neon orange fireproofs. 

He was a sight for sore eyes… still beautiful- probably more than before.

“Oh. hi Lan,” You smiled. Lan. He wasn’t completely in the dog house. “How’ve you been, heard you got with Joao’s girlfriend,” You said.

“No!” He exclaimed, “I - I meant no…”, It got quiet after that, he needed to say something- anything! “Because i love you still-”

As he stumbled over his words, the world around them seemed to fade into the background, consumed by the intensity of your encounter. The Silverstone pits buzzed with activity, mechanics tinkering with race cars, the distant roar of engines serving as a constant backdrop to their conversation.

Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, the vibrant colors of the racing gear and the gleaming metal of the pit equipment painted a vivid tableau around them. The scent of gasoline lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hint of anticipation that hung thickly over the pit lane.

But amidst the chaos of the racing environment, their exchange unfolded like a scene from a romantic drama, the tension palpable in the charged atmosphere. As he poured his heart out, his words echoed against the backdrop of pit crew chatter and the occasional screech of tires on the track.

You stared blankly at him. Your friends were long gone now. And you couldn’t think of anywords than… “Okay.” OKAY? It was not okay! “I- Well- same but we–”

“We can,” He interrupted, “Ok, we can, I’ll prove it. Make it up to you in any way you want, please baby–”
And as he pleaded for another chance, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your response. It was a moment suspended in time, where the lines between love and longing blurred against the backdrop of the racing world, leaving them both teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

“Take me on a date and we’ll see,”

“Yes! Definitely!” He said, about to run off with you when he remembered the race- “Just after this race, I promise!”

“I��ll be waiting,” You bite back a smile at him as he giddily runs off towards his car

el fin 

BLEHHH posting quickly before i leave the house

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[thesimline]

Since my 2k follower CAS background collection was a hit I thought it would be fun to put together some companion collections for my Ultimate Decades Challenge content. Going forward they'll release at the same time as their associated lookbooks and CC collections, but for now I'm retroactively posting backgrounds for the 1300s, 1400s and 1500s. I always like to put a colour palette together before I start working on an historical lookbook to aid with visual consistency, and for the 1300s I pulled the colours directly from pigments used at the time (complete with period-appropriate names).

You can download them here, but be sure to only add one to your mods folder at a time.

You can find my other historical backgrounds here: 1400s ✺ 1500s

Curious to know what CC I used in the hero image? You can find those details here.

#cas backgrounds #1300s #sims 4 medieval #medieval #ts4 medieval #sims medieval #ts4 cc cas #ts4 cc #the sims 4 #the sims #ts4 #s4 cas #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #ultimate decades challenge #the simline cc

[pevensiegiigi]

My problem with the Prince Caspian movie

The reason i love CN:Prince Caspian is because of how Andrew Adamson squeezed the emotions out of Peter. From the frustration of being an adult locked in the life of a child who wants to return to his land/country, the happiness of returning to that place he loves so much, the sadness of knowing that it was destroyed, the anger of knowing that a descendant of his destroyers would be the one who would ascend to king of his country and the guilt for being forced to leave Narnia again with no possibility of return.

My post is not to talk about those emotions, but i wanted to mention them anyway.

My post is to talk about my dissatisfaction with how everyone in the movie mocks Peter's words and orders, ignoring the title of high king. Except Edmund and Reepicheep; the rest, from Lucy and Susan, who are his royal sisters, to Trumpkin, Caspian, and Glenstorm, who are his subjects, disrespect his title of high king.

First Trumpkin by not addressing him with respect throughout the film, mocking his nickname, berating him for "leaving Narnia" and then making a fool of himself in the Stone Mountains when they searched for Caspian.

He is followed by Caspian, who equally disrespects Peter's position. Caspian is a prince from distant lands who intends to rule lands that he does not know, wanting to review the words dictated by the great king.

There's that scene where Peter suggests infiltrating the Telmarines' castle and Reepicheep asks, "What do you suggest, Your Majesty of him?" and both Peter and Caspian respond at the same time, a staring match ensues between the two which Peter obviously wins. The thing is, Caspian shouldn't have answered Reepicheep's question in the first place because the rightful King of Narnia was present let alone challenge him with his eyes because, I repeat, HE IS THE GREAT KING OF NARNIA and, not least, peter is Older than him. . . Maybe he didn't know it or maybe he did, but humanly Peter at that time was 31/32 years old although he would look like a child and as if that were not enough in the years of Narnia, Peter is 1300 years older than him, while Caspian was around 17 Just years, so...

Peter's plan to infiltrate the castle would have worked if Caspian had followed Peter's orders and we all know that, but no. He completely ignored Peter's order to go to the door and Susan supported that disobedience, don't get me wrong, but i'll tell you how it is. It's not just Caspian's fault that the infiltration failed, if Susan had supported Peter instead of Caspian, everything would have worked out and Cornelius would have been released at the end of the infiltration.

Caspian's most obvious disrespect towards Peter was challenging him to a duel in front of his people when Peter called him a usurper and it's not entirely a lie, he really was a usurper. From the moment he thought he was the leader of the Narnian rebellion, even knowing that he had called the old monarchs, he became a usurper, or at least it was for me. I understand Caspian will get mad at being called a usurper, but he called Peter irresponsible as if Peter wanted to leave Narnia when he didn't and then dared to duel him on HIS EARTH!?!?!?! The least he deserved was execution.

Third, Glenstorm. The mere fact that he was looking at Caspian as if he was waiting for his orders to follow the ones he received from Peter is disrespectful.

Lucy when she pretended to embarrass him by reminding him that it was Aslan who defeated the white witch, not him. I UNDERSTAND that being her sister he has every right to reproach her if she disagrees with something because he is also Monarch of Narnia, but why didn't she do it in private? At that moment, she took away from Peter part of the authority over the others.

I'm a little glad that at the end of the film in a scene they let us see how Peter showed that his title of Great King and his nickname of magnificent, he didn't have them just for decoration. However, it bothers me that throughout the movie they tried to make him look stubborn when he was just angry and outraged.

Peter is the character in the entire saga that carried the most weight and yet he did not complain about what Aslan gave him, his greatest wish was to return to Narnia and stay there for the rest of eternity, which he achieved.

That's why i love the movie 50% and hate it 50%.

#peter pevensie #chronicles of narnia #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #prince caspian #trumpkin #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #cs lewis #no character is perfect #I'm just a little angry after watching the movie #Peter deserves much more love than he gets #I love all the characters it's just my opinion

[thecameronchronicles]

Patience

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your need to be together is interrupted by your responsibilities in your parental roles…But you are not one to leave him wanting…

WORD COUNT: 1300

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Hey💗Drew and the reader having a few little kids and Drew and reader wake up in the morning horny and they think they can do some morning sex before the kids wake up but then while they’re fucking they knock on the door so they have to stop (before they tell them to come in) and especially Drew is all frustrated but she says that later they can shower together and they do and he’s happy they can finish what they started and then smut again

Patience

“Drew…” You warned upon feeling him shift you into him, his hands gluttonous at your curves while he brought you against him. His strong cock in need of attention beckoned for your consideration as his lips made contact to your exposed shoulder. 

“I swear to God I can make you come before they even wake up…” You turned to grin at him, but in the attempt to challenge him, he would drive his hand to your cheek, interrupting you with a kiss. He was quick to alter from tender to passionate, aware you were no longer granted the luxury of late mornings in bed since you had become parents to your perfect duo of extending family. But as much as you favored the sound of their unified laughter and felt fulfilled by the end of the day fatigue in knowing a job was done well, you just hoped they would remain asleep for however long it would take to feel that familiar pleasure that seemed too seldom for how frequently you still desired one another. 

He was swift in adjusting hsi weight over you, pinning you beneath him with feverish lips that altered from your mouth to your neck, as his hand repositioned to the at your back. 

“You’re always so beautiful in the morning…”

“You MUST be desperate, Drew…” You teased. “My hair isn’t brushed and my-”

“You’re perfect.” He interrupted with a firm but compassionate grip to your jaw. “If I could, I would spend hours telling you…showing you…But I don’t think I have another second to spare…” He smirked as you felt him pull your shorts from your hips. “I need to feel you, baby…”

“Better make it quick then-” He wrapped you into silence by the way of his tongue taunting your own out of hiding as you followed him upwards as his body kept you pinned flat. 

“Don’t tell me how to make you come…I know how. I think I’ve more than prove that…”

“Drew-” He silenced you by thrusting rather violently between your legs. His hand would pull over your mouth. 

“Can’t wake them up with how loud I know you can be because of me.” You moaned into his palm, the vibrations worsening his smirk as he picked up his rhythm, but kept his depth. Time turned into a haze as the bed was at mercy to each of his thrusts, the mattress shifting to each motion, and you along with it. 

“Mom? Dad?” Your kids called from the other side of the bed as Drew clenched his jaw. In your attempt to set a hand to his chest to still him, he pinned them on either side of your head. As you sent to speak his name again, he groaned into your neck, a mix of pleasure and annoyance reverberating into your skin as you grinned at him. 

The sudden sound of something falling to the floor outside of your bedroom sent him to his feet as you realized this interaction would have to wait. After learning it was just your kids’ attempt to get their own breakfast as they believed you were otherwise asleep, you found Drew emerging from the bedroom with a forced smile but a pout worn in his eyes. And yet, he would continue his responsibilities as a father and give his attention and heart to your kids. But as you watched him play each game as you prepared for work, you could see the disappointment behind his eyes. 

This was why when you got home, peeking in on your kids to find them fast asleep, aware they would remain this way until the early hours of the morning, you traveled to your bedroom with a plan in mind. Hearing him within the shower, you slipped out of your day’s attire, heels left abandoned on the base of the bed, before slipping into the steam encasing him. 

“Your hands always feel-” He wasn’t able to finish his words before feeling you take a grip around his cock. 

“You are such a good dad, Drew…and there isn’t a word to describe how you are as a husband…but you are so patience with everything…” He winced to how perfectly you twisted him in those desirable corkscrew motions, “Let me make it up to you…” You turned him to you, his hands quick to pull you to his lips before you used a break of an exhale to lower your lips to his jaw. Clenching to your movements, you grinned as your lips continued lower still, down his chest. Once making it to his Adonis belt, he took you back to his lips. 

“As perfectly as you take me on your knees, baby, I’ve had to wait for this all day…” He took a firm grip through your wet hair as he turned you to the wall of the shower, your body reacting immediately to the cold, that was mended by his naked body pressed into yours. 

“I need to feel you right now…Need to make you come…need to hear you…” Your body was lifted around him, your thighs parted naturally in this wrap, as he took you slowly to accept his cock. Once he bottomed out inside of you, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips before building back to that pace that was interrupted previously that morning. It had been a long wait for a day that seemed impossibly endless, now quelled by each thrust leading you closer to that orgasm you had dreamed of as often throughout the day as him. 

“They can’t hear you baby…but I want to…please…let me hear you…” He asked as you scratched into his skin. 

“I can take it baby…scratch into me…” Your eyes rolled to his words, “I love feeling how badly you need me…”

“Drew…” You moaned. 

“Keep going baby…I can feel how badly you want this-”

“Please…” He knew this request but refused to obey as he kept his hand in place in the attempt you made to draw his hand to your clit. 

“I’m only going to make you come with my cock this time baby…”

“But it will take longer…”

“I’m well aware.” He spoke mischievously as he relished in the echoes of pleasure circling him by your submission as he continued to pound into you. The slick wall of the shower had allowed him the ability to glide effortlessly into your greedy sex, accepting him with that hunger only he could satiate. 

“Drew!”

“I’m close baby…I’m so fucking close for you-”

“I’m gonna come…I’m gonna come!” You bellowed as he wrapped that hand over your mouth. 

“The neighbors are going to hear you now…” You ignored his warning as you were kept contained by his grip, as he dove into you in those final pistons, rutting into you with grunts of his own that were silenced behind his clenched teeth. The rush of his release coated down your thighs, mixing with the water between both of your bodies, as he hovered over you for a second. 

“You have five minutes.” Your eyes widened as he set your feet back to the floor. “And then I want you to show me how grateful you are for my patience.” He slipped out of the shower, turning back just before the door closed as his eyes descended on you just before he spoke, “I wouldn’t worry about getting too clean…it’ll only be counterproductive…”

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[thedustybunny]

Chamomile kisses - Chapter 3

Viktor x Fem!Reader (1300+ words)

@thehistoriangirl thank you so much for the interaction you’ve given me, I really do appreciate it and it has motivated me to do more. Also I just read the last comment and it’s like you read my mind about this chapter! Like how? Also thank you everyone else who liked and commented(? Still not sure how tumbler works lol) anyway here is a new chapter! Thank you so much everyone! I’m also working on an arcane style outfit for the herbalist (y/n) so tune in soon!

In the days that followed, your interactions with Viktor remained consistent – brief, snarky, and often leaving you with more questions than answers. ‘What did you do to deserve this treatment?’. Each encounter seemed to deepen the divide between you, his cutting remarks and dismissive attitude only fueling the flames of your mixed emotions.

Your clinic thrived, its shelves brimming with remedies and solutions that continued to draw a steady stream of customers seeking your expertise. The bustling activity offered a welcome distraction from the complexity of your feelings for Viktor.

One evening, as you were engrossed in organizing your lab, a soft knock on the door interrupted your focus. You looked up to see Jayce standing there, a sympathetic smile on his face.

"Hey," Jayce began, "I just wanted to check in and see how things are going."

You returned the smile, appreciating his concern. "It's been busy, but I'm managing."

Jayce's expression turned serious. "I know Viktor can be difficult, but he's been through a lot. He was born with a bad leg, and he's been struggling with it more because of the cold. I don’t know why he’s taken such an attitude towards you, it will get better… I hope."

You nodded, the revelation giving you a new perspective on his behavior. "I had noticed something off, but I didn't want to intrude."

Jayce sighed, his worry evident. "He's been distant and prickly, but it's not entirely his fault. He's been in pain, physically and emotionally. He's had to face challenges that most people can't even comprehend. He’s my best friend, I just wish he’d show that side of his to other people too. I’m sorry for any trouble he’s caused you…"

Listening to Jayce, your heart softened. The layers of complexity that shrouded Viktor's demeanor were starting to make sense. "I never meant to add to his stress. I understand.”

Jayce shook his head. "You're not responsible for his reactions, (y/n). Just give him time.“

As you contemplated Jayce's words, a newfound understanding bloomed within you. The anger you had once harbored toward Viktor now mingled with a compassion you hadn't expected.

Days turned into weeks, and your clinic continued to flourish. Amidst the hustle and bustle, you couldn't shake the mixture of feelings that Viktor elicited within you – the hatred and fascination, the frustration and empathy. While your interactions with him remained icy, your growing understanding of his struggles had begun to reshape your perception.

And as the sun set on another day, you found yourself facing the enigma that was Viktor once more, the intricate web of emotions he wove around you not so easily unraveled.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to extend an olive branch to Viktor. Despite your mixed feelings and the frustration he often stirred in you, you couldn't ignore his evident discomfort. It was a small gesture, but it was a step toward bridging the gap between you two. You were driven by the desire to help alleviate his pain, regardless of your personal sentiments.

In your extensive research, you had stumbled upon a remarkable discovery – a plant you named "elpine." The oils secreted from its leaves carried a potent numbing effect, sinking into the skin and muscles upon contact. After careful testing, you found it to be a remarkably effective painkiller, rivaling even the pharmacy's processed alternatives. It was with this newfound knowledge that you decided to make a move.

With the clock striking 12, signaling lunchtime, you closed up your clinic and set your plan into motion. You carefully selected a bottle of the elpine-based oil, infusing it with the calming scents of ginger and lavender. ‘Maybe the warmth from the ginger will help soothe him.’ You thought. The tall blue corked bottle held the promise of relief within, adorned with a meticulously hand-written label.

You also prepared a thoughtful "get well soon" kit for Viktor. A small woven basket held the elpine oil, soothing bath crystals, calming tea, and even a box of your own homemade cookies. The intention was clear – to offer not only physical relief but also a warm gesture of kindness.

With the basket in hand, you left your clinic and began your journey to Viktor's lab. As you walked, you hoped that this gesture would finally break through the barrier he had erected between you two. Maybe this will signify a new beginning for the both of you.

You stood at the threshold of Viktor's lab, the basket in your hands, a mixture of determination and apprehension coursing through you. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open, revealing the room filled with the low hum of machinery. There he was, hunched over his desk, his goggles on, and his attention fixed on the hex crystals emitting a mesmerizing blue glow. You took a moment to stand and study his figure. The blue light hitting his jawline, and the hair clinging to the sweat adorning his forehead. If only…

As you observed him intently focused on his work, you found your voice. "Ahem."

He didn't react, so you cleared your throat a bit louder as you walked closer to him. "AHEM!"

His body jerked in surprise, and he quickly removed his goggles, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. "What do you want?" he snapped, his words dripping with venom.

You held out the basket toward him. "I came to give you something," you said, your voice steady.

He eyed the basket with suspicion. "What's that?"

"It's a gesture of goodwill," you replied, your tone softening. "A mixture of things that might help you, including an oil blend I've crafted."

He scoffed dismissively. "Why would I need your remedies? I have my own methods."

You felt a hint of frustration bubbling up. "Viktor, I know we haven't exactly been on the best terms, but I genuinely wanted to help. You've been working hard, and I thought this might offer some relief. Just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean I want to see you in unnecessary discomfort.”

He sneered, his gaze icy. "You're so eager to play the helpful caretaker, aren't you? Trying to fix everything with your herbs and oils."

Your patience was wearing thin. "I'm not trying to fix everything, I just thought..."

"Save it," he interrupted, his voice cutting you off. "I don't need your pity, and I certainly don't need your homemade concoctions."

Anger surged within you. "This isn't about pity or charity, Viktor. It's about being human and showing empathy."

He leaned back in his chair, his expression mocking. "Empathy? Spare me."

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "Fine, have it your way. But I'm not here to argue. I wanted to extend an olive branch, and if you're not interested, that's your choice."

He waved you off with a dismissive gesture. "Just leave it on the table and go." He sighed, not waning to waste more time subjected to your pity.

You hesitated, frustration and hurt battling within you. After a moment, you set the basket down on a nearby surface and turned to leave, frustrated but still relieved he accepted, a smile almost creeping onto your cheeks. But as you reached the door, you heard a thud behind you. You spun around to see him glaring at you, the basket now in the bin.

"What's your problem?" you demanded, your patience finally giving way to your own anger.

His gaze bore into you, cold and unyielding. "I don't need your pity gifts, and I certainly don't need you."

The words stung, and you realized that any attempts at goodwill were futile with him. The feelings you once held for him, sympathy and kindness left you that moment. With a bitter scoff, you turned and walked out of his lab, closing the door behind you. The chapter of attempting to mend the divide between you and Viktor had come to a bitter end, leaving you with a resolve to no longer extend kindness to someone so resistant to it. This encounter did signify a new beginning for you two, just not the one you had expected.

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[omero-megane]

To congrats myself having 1300 followers(on twitter i draw my follower requested ocs(or themselves) to do stuff with Herb :] ((as I challenge myself to color more))

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#my art #undertale au #digital #herb #utmv #ut au

[melsie-sims]

I was thinking of starting a decades challenge and was looking on your blog to see how you went about aging/year progression in yours. Is it the same as how you are doing it in you disney BACC? Thank you sm!!!

Ultimate Decades has some very fancy rules with death rolls, which I don't use for my BACC. In the UDC, when you're beginning in the 1300s, adults die by the age of 50. Obviously, that's not what I'm doing for my modern sims.

You should really check out MorbidGamer's rules, On page 6 of the doc she has her aging system. I followed that to a T. I think my only modification was to have teens become young adult at 18 instead of 20, giving my young adults those 2 extra years.

#sims 4 #just chatting #sims 4 ultimate decades challenge #ask reply

[simshistoria]

MEET THE FOUNDERS

Top: William Wainwright and his wife, Eleanor Wainwright (nee Godwin). Bottom: Anabel Godwin, Eleanor's youngest sister and ward. Edith Bayard (nee Godwin), Eleanor's sister, and her husband Edward.

hi! i'm isa, and i'm starting my ultimate decades challenge with the wainwright family! this will be a good mix of storytelling and gameplay, and a few anachronisms. hope you enjoy, and follow the wainwrights as they go through life in the 1300s.

#ultimate decades challenge #udc #ts4 historical #ts4 gameplay #wainwright legacy #ww 1300 #ts4 legacy #ts4 history challenge

[geraskierficrecs]

End of the Year Updates (2022)

Thank you all for hanging around and continuing to be amazing friends, writers, artists, and readers for the Witcher fandom!  You have all been incredibly supportive and make me so glad that I am a part of this too.  To that end, I’ve collected all the fics I’ve completed or are in progress this year.

Links and descriptions under the cut.

In-Progress:

The Sin Eater

“He doesn’t have much time now,” the demon observed, “Even Witchers need oxygen. This is your only hope of saving him.”

Jaskier’s face went firm and determined, turning back to the creature with no sign of his earlier hesitation.

The demon looked amused. “Are you sure he’d worth giving up so much?”

“All that and more,” Jaskier whispered.

Then he stepped into the circle. ————————— To save Geralt, Jaskier lets himself be possessed by the demon he was hunting. Will there be anything left of the bard for Geralt to save?

The Fixer

In the world of the wealthiest members of society, there is only one man who you call when there is a problem that needs to disappear. Whether it's killing off your competition or ensuring you have the blackmail you need to keep your enemies at bay, Jaskier--better known as Dandelion--has made a living getting his hands dirty.

So, when the offer comes to track down the missing child of a billionaire CEO, Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier is more than happy to go undercover and get the information they need to ensure Geralt doesn't become a problem.

But what happens when he starts to have feelings for the kind, smartass barista and his strange family?

Completed Multi-Chapter Works:

Lark of My Heart

“What do I smell like to you?”

Geralt looked up from where he was sharpening a blade to frown at the bard. “What?”

“You’re always sniffing around me,” Jaskier explained with a smile that covered the sheepish blush on his cheeks, “And I've read that Witchers have a keen sense of smell so tell me, what do I smell like to you?”

Home. ___________________________

After the mountain, Geralt faces the reality of what his temper has destroyed and tries to pretend like he's fine with that. (He isn't.)

Call Me Sunshine (Jaskier/Eskel)

It becomes a habit to keep an eye on the front door every Wednesday. Jaskier told him after the second week that he tries to grab the flowers on his lunch break. It’s how he found the shop in the first place.

“I tutor a kid near here,” he tells Eskel as he watches the florist trim the thorns off some David Austen roses. “He’s a menace, but his mom wants him to learn piano and is willing to pay for all the grey hairs I’m getting.”

“You play piano?”

“And a few other instruments. My favorite is the lute.”

Eskel grins a little. “A lute? Do you moonlight as a bard too?” ___________________________

Or, a florist AU with enough misunderstandings and pining to fill an entire season of a CW show.

Dying for You (Again and Again)

By his understandably shoddy memory, Jaskier had died over 1300 times since he first drew breath several hundred years ago.

Somehow, none of those deaths ever seemed to hurt as much as the dreams of Geralt. ___________________________________

Or, the Old Guard AU no one asked for, but I wrote.

With My Last Breath

Jaskier is tortured by Nilfgaard--angst, whump, and fluff follow.  In that order.

Wolves and Men

There was a challenge in his expression. A dare for Geralt to cast him aside once more.

Like he had on the mountain.

If life could give me one blessing—Geralt shook his head to banish the memory of those vicious words. Words he’d had plenty of time to regret in the years since Jaskier had walked away. Since Gerat had sent him away.

“Jaskier,” he whispered, voice thick. ________________________ Jaskier thought he'd found the perfect alpha to follow for the rest of his life only to be cast aside. He should have known better--the White Wolf always hunts alone.

If Wishing Made It So

Geralt stared down into the ravine and the glittering rocks below and wished the rumors of the Witcher’s missing emotions were true. He wished for a lot of things, then, staring down at the smear of blue silk stained red.

None of them came true. ———-

On a hunt that goes bad, Geralt is forced to imagine a world where his bard will no longer walk at his side.

Series:

Villainous Universe

Series featuring a supervillain Jaskier falling for the superhero Witcher, Geralt of Rivia.  Contains explicit content as well as all my favorite angsty tropes.

The Sentinel/Guide Verse

Jaskier was half way through a lackluster rendition of one of his least popular songs when his world went static.

In his ears, a foreign heartbeat thundered, ragged and wounded. It felt as though his lungs had gone sideways with the sensation. Even the air itself tasted like it was charged with lightning, bright and bitter as ozone. Deep in his gut, he felt something urging himself forward, pulling him like some invisible string towards an unknown destination.

Something brushed across his senses, rough as tree bark, and sinking into his skin to crawl like ants beneath. He froze, eyes darting around the room like he could spot whoever it was that had sent his senses scrambling against the hard earned shields he was always careful to maintain. In his hands, his fingers faltered, melody disappearing beneath the wave of wrong that felt like it was choking him.

The answer was simple--and impossible.

There was a Sentinel here.

The Full Cops and Robbers Verse

An enemies to lovers story revolving around a charming, mysterious thief and the cop that is absolutely done with his shit.

The Witcher Soldier Verse

Geralt barely managed to slam the pommel of his sword up in a glancing blow that shattered the metal latch holding the Soldier’s mask in place. The Soldier rolled into the movement with a dancer’s grace and came to his full height just as easily. For a moment, his hands reached up to run over the exposed skin, before he slowly turned to face Geralt once more.

The Witcher froze in a mixture of horror and near-frantic hope.

He stared into the eyes of a dead man and whispered, “Jaskier?”

The Soldi--the bard frowned at him in confusion and spoke with a voice rough with disuse,

“Who the hell is Jaskier?” ___________________________

Or, the Winter Soldier AU.

A Light in the Dark Series

One will rise And one will fail, But none can escape destiny’s call. ____________

Jaskier is a bard with a secret. For all the world knows, he strolled onto a stage ten years ago and made a name for himself as the sidekick of the White Wolf. But what came before? And will he be able to escape destiny's call?

A Three Part Series Exploring My Take on a Feral Version of Jaskier

One Shots:

Star Crossed

“It’s not true.”  The man’s voice is rough as a knife over gravel and is short enough to make the bard falter at his tone.  It takes him a moment to realize he’s referring to the story he’d told as part of the festival.

“You don’t believe in the lost lovers?” he asks, offended to the very core of his romantic heart.  He stands a little straighter to glare up at the larger man.  “I’ll have you know that my story comes from the works of Master Essi herself--she knew the lovers herself.  It's the foundation story of our whole town and this festival!  How can you say the story isn’t true?”

A shadow crosses over the stranger’s face and eyes that flash gold flick away from the bard to stare at the trees and the lonely hill.  Despite himself, the bard feels his heart ache at the grief in his expression.

“He didn’t come back.”

Burn For You

Jaskier twitched helplessly as the women filed out of the mill and left him where he was bound on the floor.  He arched his back slightly, trying to see to where the fire was slowly creeping from the bed to drip onto the floor.  It hit the edge of the floor and he closed his eyes, going limp with exhausted pain.

His body ached as he lay on the ground, bleeding.  The floor was cold at his back and noise came through staticky and broken like a voice through a waterfall.  He could just vaguely hear footsteps thudding toward him accompanied by shouting.  Still, his vision refused to focus, and the only thing he could identify around him was the flickering red of the flames reflected in the cloud heavy with rain that would never be enough to stop the fire spreading through the mill.

All he could hope was that the smoke killed him before he began to burn.

Gilded With Blood (Aiden/Lambert)

Aiden watched the slowly growing pool of his life’s blood dripping onto the red rock below him. His chest rose and fell in ragged little gasps made awkward by the sword still pinning him to the earth. Pain was far away now and he knew only the cold chill of death would replace it.

As his eyes closed, he couldn’t help but think:

This was going to destroy Lambert.

A Gentleman’s Guide to Seducing Your Fiancé

It is a truth universally known that Geralt fucking hated Viscount Julien de Lettenhove.

Their rivalry was the stuff of legends, the sort that drew the eye and the idle gossip of members of court. It ensured that each time they came within five feet of the other, the entire room would go still, watchful. Eager. For what could be more delicious, more exciting than a fight between the Crown Prince and his new betrothed?

I’ll Sleep Forever Next to You

“Geralt?” Eskel’s voice distracts him from his spiraling thoughts. “What’s wrong? Where’s the lark?”

Geralt seizes on his brother in arms, near desperate for someone who might know what to do. “He’s sick. He’s, he’s coughing, feverish--”

“How long?” The older Witcher looks like he does before battle, steady and fierce.

“I, I’m not sure.” Abruptly, Jaskier’s early night has all manner of new meanings. Had he been feeling poorly that long? His brow furrows. “He sounded like he was having trouble breathing last night.” _____________________________________

Or, three Witchers freak out over a bard with a cold.

Don’t Leave Me

Jaskier’s hands tighten around Geralt before slowly losing their grip, spasming where they fall limp. “Ger--geralt--”

“Don’t you dare,” he snarls back, “Don’t you dare try to give me your fucking goodbyes. You are not dying.”

“S--silly man.” Jaskier’s smile is full of painful fondness. “Would you fight death for me?”

Geralt swings him up into his arms and nearly weeps at the sound of familiar hooves running in his direction. “Every. Fucking. Time.”

Between One Heartbeat and the Next

Please. Please, not this.

Don’t make him listen to Jaskier’s voice beginning to strain in a way it never did on stage even as he continued to reassure Geralt.

“It’s okay… Geralt, you’ll be okay.”

Not without you.

“You’re...gonna be fine in...just a little while.”

You won’t.

“ ‘s...not...so bad...like going to sleep.”

Nononononopleaseno

Waiting for the Sun

Jaskier was dying.

The confirmation came with each cramping, shallow breath and spots of grey drowning out the mottled stone walls that would become his tomb. After all the years he’d spent terrified of this moment, it was almost anticlimactic to realize he was too tired now to fight back any longer. He was dying. The world would continue without him.

Blood dripped from his fingertips and formed erratic patterns against his own skin. Over the sound of his racing heart he could hear footsteps and murmured voices that made him want to vomit or rage in fury.

They were watching him. He didn’t need to look up into the window to see the strange faces twisted into cruel smiles, pleased at his suffering. He hated them.

Not a Damsel, Not in Distress

The one closest to him raised his trembling sword with a panicked expression at the unexpected violence. “Wh--what the fuck? You’re just a bard.”

Jaskier’s smile was more a baring of his teeth, made more alarming with the blood sprayed across his skin and clothing. “Your first mistake was believing that.” _____________________________

Geralt and Jaskier are ambushed by a pack of mercenaries. It was really their fault for believing the yellow eyed Witcher was the only threat.

Frantic

Geralt was hanging limply against the rough bark. Two daggers kept him pinioned like a bug in place and left dark streaks of drying blood down his arms and exposed chest. Silver hair was matted close to his forehead from a sluggishly bleeding would that left golden eyes hazy and unfocused. Worst still were the bruises littering every inch of exposed skin like a collage of torment.

His Witcher had been tortured.

———

There was a name for the emotion burning like fire in his blood, eating away at the dandelion bard that had made his living seeking the pleasure of others. A simple phrase that barely encompasses the new tension in his bones and made his mind focus with singular, violent intent.

Wrath.

A Blade in the Back

There was a flicker of movement at his side and he felt something slam into his unprotected flank.  Magic blew past him, ruffling his hair but leaving him unharmed. Surprised by the sudden attack, Geralt stumbled and whirled to face whoever had hit him.  

Only instead of a beast, he saw a bard.

Jaskier clutched at his chest where a dark stain seemed to spread over his heart.  His bright eyes stared at Geralt helplessly, mouth opening and closing without sound.  Geralt stared back at him in shock until Jaskier dropped heavily to his knees, collapsing like a puppet with his strings cut. ___________

In the midst of a battle, Jaskier is hit with an unknown curse. All at once Geralt finds himself locked in battle with the only man he wants to protect.

The Sweetest Poison

“And what do you want in return?  Your freedom? Your safety?”

Jaskier didn’t flinch from her scorn and Geralt could see his knuckles go white with the force of his grip around the small vial.  “Save him.”

The mage stared at him for a beat before letting out a burst of laughter that echoed off the wall like the flutter of vultures wings.  “All this trouble for the Witcher?” she asked incredulously, “Tell me, boy, do you really think he would do the same for you? That he cares at all what happens to the bard who follows after him like a lost puppy?”  She stepped forward, confident as a soldier preparing his death blow. “Oh, I know who you are, bard. I watched you trailing after the Witcher, eager for every scrap of affection or interest he’ll toss your way. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Jaskier was breathing heavily now, jaw clenched tight enough that Geralt could see the muscles fluttering with effort.

“Were you hoping this ill-conceived rescue mission would be enough to make him finally notice you?” she murmured with a mocking smile, “Poor little bard--always singing of love but never truly experiencing it.”

Into the Jaskierverse Additions:

Interlude: The Thief

Jaskier opened his mouth to cry out, to scream, anything, but it was ripped away by the jagged shards of reality tearing through him.  It was the djinn all over again.  The agony of watching Geralt disappearing beneath the rubble of the house.  The first chill that always signaled Geralt returning to Kaer Morhen.  The pull of power and magic that he now recognized as the moment before a spell hit and he was left with no option but to wait for the pain to hit--helpless in the whims of an unnatural force.  

Only this time there was nothing to stop the raw power that seemed determined to unravel him down to his very soul.  

He

     was

                remade.

Not Without You

“Geralt?” he finally whispered, a fragile hope in the familiar word.

“I’m here,” Geralt said as he crossed the room to stand next to the table.  “I’ve got you.”

Kicking aside the corpse of the mage, he fumbled with the restraints until he was able to release Jaskier’s arms and legs.  They twitched weakly against him and Geralt ran his hands over the rough shirt and pants Jaskier had been dressed in, searching for any other injuries.

“Geralt?”

“It’s me,” Geralt soothed. “They won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

Jaskier’s hands found an anchor against the front of Geralt’s shirt and he shuddered violently.  “I thought...I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

#geraskier #my stuff #geralt/jaskier #geraltxjaskier #jaskier/geralt #whump #angst #Angst with a happy ending #modern au #completed story #ao3feed #masterlist #feral jaskier #badass geralt #badass jaskier #lambert/aiden

[buckets-and-trees]

💕 Self-love time! Talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you enjoy the most, for whatever reason. Send to other creators to do the same if you wish. 💕

NAVY, MY DEAR, THANK YOU for the ask! I received it this morning, but after the day I had, I definitely need a little self-love, so I'm so grateful this was waiting for me...

First is my Cedar Trees Collection that features a Royal!Rogers x Royal!Reader arranged marriage. I wrote the first story for it in December over just a day or two, and I remember just feeling very connected to the story - where I was setting it, the transitions of tone I wanted to show, and what I felt like was a less-frequently seen display of the royal-arranged-marriage trope? I very much fell for this Steve and these two. One of the reasons this became even more dear to my heart was that I about fainted when @writing-for-marvel popped out of nowhere sprinkling the fic with hearts as well, and my chest was fit to burst. I wrote the second story when she requested it for my 300 follower request fest, and I was excited to build out more story for these two but a bit nervous that I wouldn't be able to take it where I wanted to and have it be a piece that could proudly be paired with the original, but then I feel like it did come out how I hoped. There are a few more pieces I want to write for them, but I'm putting absolutely no pressure or deadlines on writing them because I adore them too much.

Second is Witchview which is a 1300-word Steve x witchy!Reader story I wrote for @boxofbonesfic's Friday the 13th Challenge last January. I feel like I was challenged by and conquered packing a complicated story with the essential elements while also building the background, including some setting elements, and really moving through from beginning to end giving pieces but also baking some intrigue/mystery into just 1300 words.

Third is Sacrificial, the Minotaur!Bucky x Reader dark terato fic that I stayed up all night to write a few weeks ago. That was... Mmmph. I just. That Saturday I needed monster smut and shouted/pouted at @rookthorne about it and 10 hours later had spit out 3.5k I was wickedly proud of.

I'm honestly writing a lot of things that my mind really is in love with right now/lately and that is so satisfying. I'm really grateful for that because I've loved writing since I was a teen and I haven't written for years, so to be living in my writing era again... it's so fulfilling and I am eager to share things coming up and still dying any time anyone leaves even half a comment reblog about liking one of my stories, too.

#aspen asks #navy/navybrat817 #lana/rookthorne #em/writing for marvel

[lossimsdevanesims33]

Introducing My New Sim Elizabeth

Meet my new Sim Elizabeth Swan. With her I have started to do the 100 babies challenge but in a different way. She is living in Henford-on-Bagley from the year 1300. I'm doing the challenge by following most of the rules of the ultimate decades challenge. I hope this Sim doesn't have too many children die too soon, as life expectancy at the time was very low!!

Ultimate decade challenge rules //Next

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[simsmedievally]

Welcome, everyone, to my second attempt to document an Ultimate Decades Challenge. I do intend to continue my YouTube one, but it just hasn't been working out to actually do recently.

If any of you are unfamiliar with Morbid Gamer's Ultimate Decades Challenge, the rules are located here: UDC rules.

I won't be following the rules to the letter because I thought it would be more fun to do it with a little more leniency in some things. Mostly, though, it's all the same.

Anyway, on to what you actually care about! I will be starting with 3 couples in the year 1300.

Our first couple is our official founder, Matheus Joye, and his wife Christine.

Matheus is 21 years old, and has been raising his younger siblings by himself for some years now. He loves the outdoors, is loyal, and creative. He longs to be a freelance botanist.

Christine is 20 years old, and grew up an orphan as well, though she didn't have any siblings to take care of. She is gloomy, an art lover, and is family-oriented. She longs to be the ultimate happy homemaker.

Next up we have the middle child of the Joye family, Elyas, and his wife Sarah. If Matheus and Christine fail to produce an heir, they will be the next in line.

Elyas is 19 years old, and the animal lover of the family. He is active and an animal enthusiast. He longs to be a country caretaker.

Sarah is 18 years old, and grew up in an astoundingly large family for the time, but she left them behind in Henford to come to Windenburg with her husband. She loves the outdoors and is adventurous. She longs to be the curator.

And last but not least, we have the baby of the family, Cecilia West nee Joye, and her husband John. If neither of her brothers are able to produce heirs before they die, John will become our heir and the Joye name will end with Cecilia.

Cecilia is 17 years old, and is the one who really took care of her brothers, at least while they were out tending to the garden and the animals. She is proper and a homemaker. She longs to be the ultimate happy homemaker, just like her sister-in-law.

John is 18 years old, and has been friends with Elyas for years, so the moment Cecilia became of age, he proposed to her. He is a bookworm and good. He longs to be a bestselling author - though, since this is the 1300s, I'm sure there's a better term for that, but I'm too lazy to think of what that might be.

The rest of the posts won't be as story-filled as these are, but I wanted to properly introduce our founders. From here on, I will be documenting their everyday lives.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #ultimate decades challenge #udc legacy #joye legacy #1300s #matheus joye #christine joye #elyas joye #sarah joye #john west #cecilia west

[mountrainiernps]

Winter is building its snowy blanket on the upper elevations of our mountain. Inch by inch, snow is covering the subalpine meadows, groves of subalpine fir, and the higher ridges and peaks.

But for those looking for a snow-free hike, now is the time to look at the still green, lower elevations of the park. One such place is the northwest corner in the Carbon River area. With a beautiful rainforest, this low corner of the park stays snow-free and green most of the year.

And what greener trail could there be to hike than the trail to Green Lake?

Starting out from the town of Buckley on State Route 165, you follow that road into the woods, over a tall, skinny bridge to where it splits at a Y. SR 165 goes to the right but for Green Lake trail, you stay left. In a little over 5 miles, the Carbon River Ranger Station is on your left. Stop there to pay your park entrance fee and get information from the park ranger. From there, you drive a short distance to where the road is closed at the park boundary. Parking is limited so please be considerate. Once parked, you can continue on the closed road on foot or bicycle.

Just over 3 miles up the Carbon River Road, you’ll see a sign for the Green Lake Trail. If using a bicycle, park your bike here. (Please be advised that travel on the Carbon River Road beyond this point may face challenges such as wash-outs and downed trees.) The trail leads up through the forest. About a mile in, you can detour slightly to see Ranger Falls. A beautiful cascade, some folks make this their destination and turn around after enjoying the falls. Continuing on through the gorgeous forest almost another mile, you’ll suddenly come to Green Lake. The trees go right up to, and sometimes into the lake. It can have an amazing emerald green hue. By now you’ve climbed enough elevation that there can sometimes be snow too. After enjoying Green Lake, it’s time to turn around and head back down the hill to your car.

Round-trip, getting to Green Lake and back is about 10 miles and 1300 feet of elevation gain. Some folks says the most beautiful thing about the trail is what you see along the way. What is the most beautiful thing that you’ve seen on Green Lake Trail? ~ams

For more information about the Carbon River area and the Green Lake trail, you can start with this webpage https://www.nps.gov/mora/planyourvisit/carbon-river-and-mowich.htm and https://www.nps.gov/mora/planyourvisit/green-lake.htm . For hours and contact information for the Carbon River Ranger Station https://www.nps.gov/mora/planyourvisit/hours.htm . Check the weather before hiking https://www.nps.gov/mora/planyourvisit/weather.htm.

These photos are from years past. NPS/Roundtree Photo. Brown and white sign says, “Green Lake Trailhead”. Smaller brown metal sign reads, “Green Lake Trail  Ranger Falls 1.0 mile  Green Lake 1.8 miles”. May, 2012. NPS/Roundtree Photo. White cascade of water falling down over rocks in 2 tiers. Wooden railing in foreground. May, 2012. NPS/Roundtree Photo. Hiker visible on trail leading up through a deep forest of tall trees and undergrowth. May, 2012. NPS/Roundtree Photo. Tree trunks both floating and submerged in green-colored water of Green Lake. May, 2012. NPS/Roundtree Photo. Large tree trunk that has fallen over the trail with many young saplings growing on the topside of the log, called a nurse log. May, 2012.

#GreenFriday #encuentra tu parque #find your park #national parks #mount rainier national park #trail #hiking #rainforest #carbon river

[ghostofskywalker]

Plus One

Rick Flag/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,993

Summary: After lying to your friend about dating someone for so long, she practically demands that you bring your “perfect boyfriend” to her wedding, no matter how much you try to get out of it. Thankfully, another of your friends comes to the rescue, but now you wish things were real.

Warnings: some sexual humor and references

Note: this is my entry to @that-sarcastic-writer​’s 1300 follower writing challenge! i really hope you enjoy this :) 

there is a flashback in this fic, and that whole scene is in italics. 

Rick Flag Masterlist

“So what exactly have you told your friend about me?” Rick asked, his voice pulling you out of your daydream. The car shook slightly as he drove down the highway, and he spoke again when it became clear you weren’t really listening. “Is there any story I have to stick to?”

You paused for a moment before shaking your head. “Not really. I only said that we worked together, and I didn’t tell her anything about you in particular.”

“But you said you had a boyfriend.”

“Yes, because I wanted her to stop setting me up with people,” you said. “You have no idea the amount of terrible dates I’ve been on just because June thought they would be ‘good for me,’ so I said I was seeing someone to get her off my back. I didn’t even give her a name because I never expected this would come up again.”

“So why are you dragging me to this wedding and making me drive?”

You scoffed. “First of all, you offered to drive, so don’t twist that on me. And second, if I remember correctly, this whole fake date thing was your idea too.”

“I’m so excited to see you!” June had said into the phone, so loudly that you held the receiver a little farther away from your ear. “And I’m even more excited to meet this perfect boyfriend you’ve been telling me about! You better be bringing him Y/N, because I’m not sure he actually exists and I think I need to see this man with my own two eyes.”

You had been sitting in your office when she called with the details for the wedding, and you were incredibly excited for an excuse to see her again. Originally you were supposed to be a bridesmaid, but the three hour distance between you and June, in addition to the way that your job worked made it clear that you couldn’t handle everything at once. She had understood, but just wanted to make sure you were still coming to the ceremony and reception. “I don’t know June,” you started to say. “We work together, and I don’t know if he’ll be able to take off at the same time.”

She groaned on the other end. “Ugh, your job is once again making my life difficult. Seriously Y/N, I want to meet this man, not only so you can prove he’s real, so I can give him the scary best friend talk.”

The door to your office opened right as you started to respond, and you looked up to see Rick Flag enter and sit down in one of the chairs across from your desk. “I’ll see what I can do. If he can’t make it I’ll let you know before I leave, okay?”

“Fine,” June said. “But you definitely better be there, or I’ll break into the base myself and kidnap you!”

You laughed. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, don’t worry. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, I’ll be there.” That last sentence felt strange to say in front of Rick, because you knew he was going to ask you about it (and he knew that you didn’t actually have a boyfriend) but right now the goal was to get June off the line.

Once you had hung up the phone, you turned to the man sitting in front of you. If June was your best friend, you considered Rick Flag to be a close second. You didn’t know if he would rank you that high on a list, but out of everyone at work he was the only person you really trusted. On the outside he was surly and guarded, but once you broke down that wall, he became almost an entirely different person. You were also a little in love with him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“What was that about?” Rick asked. “And why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend?”

You sighed. “Because technically, I don’t. But I’ve been lying to my best friend for the past month so she would stop trying to set me up on dates with random people.”

Rick laughed. “Seems like a handful.”

“She means well, I promise. Except she’s getting married in two weeks and is now demanding that I bring my nonexistent boyfriend to her wedding so she could meet him.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

Secretly, you were hoping you could drag him along and get him to play the part. He was sweet, he was attractive, and you knew each other well enough that you could probably pull this off. But you would rather eat glass than suggest that to him. “Honestly? I have no idea.”

“I could go with you.” There they were, the words you had wanted to hear, but now it felt weird to accept the proposal.

Instead of jumping over your desk and kissing him right there, you cocked your head to the side. “You’d want to go to a wedding where you don’t know anyone to help me not get caught in a lie?”

“Y/N, we’re friends.” Yeah, you were friends, but the problem was that you wanted more. “I’m sure you would do the same for me if the tables were turned.”

You nodded. “I would.” Your reasoning would definitely be a lot more selfish than he’s implying, but it’s true, you would offer to go to a wedding as his plus one if he needed it, so the statement wasn’t a lie.

“Exactly. I want to help you, and besides, a night away from here and with some free food sounds great.”

“Okay fine, I admit that I was the one who said I would go, but you would have asked me anyway.”

He was right, but you didn’t want to admit that. “I don’t think so.”

“So what would you have done?”

“Honestly? I probably would have made up some excuse about him not getting approved for the time off and then just suffered the torture.”

“Well, now you don’t have to suffer.” He smiled as he spoke, but you weren’t so sure about that. It was going to be just as torturous pretending to be Rick Flag’s girlfriend, especially when you knew that at the end of the night, you had to go back to just being his friend.

June was standing in her front lawn when Rick pulled into the driveway, and she had a huge smile on her face as you got out of the car. “Y/N, you’re here!” she said, rushing over to give you a huge hug. “And you brought the boyfriend I wasn’t sure existed!” That last part was said quietly, and you really hoped Rick didn’t hear it.

You couldn’t tell if he had heard the remark or not, but he smiled at June and held his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Rick.”

“June,” she said, and then turned back to you. “Damn Y/N, how did you get one so hot?”

Well, he definitely heard that remark. In fact, his cheeks were dusted with a tinge of blush, and you really wished you could be anywhere else but here right now. “June-”

Thankfully, you heard someone call June’s name and cut you off, because you honestly didn’t know what you would say at this point. You smiled at June’s sister April standing in the doorway, silently thanking her for getting you out of that line of questioning. “The caterer is on the phone for you,” she called out.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” June responded, and then turned back to you. “You have the same bedroom you usually stay in, and you’re more than welcome to come to the rehearsal dinner tonight.”

You went to speak, but was once again cut off by April. “June! Hurry up!”

“I’ll be there in a second, relax!”

You laughed. “Go talk to the caterer. We’ll bring in our stuff.”

Once June had disappeared back into the house, you and Rick grabbed your bags and he allowed you to lead him to the room where you two would be staying. “I didn’t even think about it, but there’s only one bed in the room,” you said. Actually, that was a big fucking lie. You had been thinking about it, for the entire drive down, but you didn’t want to give away your true feelings because you were almost positive that he didn’t reciprocate them.

“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ve slept over at your apartment, and it’s not like you snore.”

This was a lot different than him crashing on your couch after a night of bar hopping, but you weren’t going to argue. When you pulled open the door to the room June had come to call “yours” (even though you only visited a few times a year), you dropped your bags and laid down face first on the bed.

It was already too much, this fake dating thing. You could handle June being embarrassing, but just the thought of holding Rick’s hand or kissing him, even if it was just for show, was enough to set your body on fire. This was going to be hell, except with a significant lack of pitchforks and fire, just you and your sexual frustration living a lie you would sell your soul to make real.

You felt him gently touch your arm, and you picked your head up off the bed. “I’m so sorry about June,” you said, before he could even open his mouth.

His laughter was bright, and you hung onto every moment. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said, a smile on his face. “My family would have been much worse.”

“Still, I didn’t think she would be so forward about objectifying you.”

“Y/N, you’re acting like I didn’t know what I was getting into,” he said. “Like you pointed out in the car, I was the one who suggested this, so I was prepared for a few comments. And you’re one of my closest friends, so it’s not hard to pretend to be in love with you.”

His words didn’t even register in your brain until it was too late, and just as you were about to ask him to elaborate, the door came busting open and June came marching in, her hands covering her eyes. “Stop the funny business! Innocent lady walking in!” she said loudly.

“June, nothing was going on,” you said. “You can open your eyes.”

“I was just making sure! Because you’re totally welcome to fuck like rabbits while you’re here, but I just don’t want to see it.”

You loved June, but she was going to be the death of you. “We’re not-”

You weren’t sure what to say, but luckily Rick came to your rescue. “We’re not really at that stage of the relationship yet,” he supplied. “This wedding would be the first really big event we attend.”

Not a single lie had come out of his mouth, but obviously June took the statement a little differently than you did (she believed you two were dating after all, and you knew the truth). “What did you need?” you asked, quickly changing the subject.

She paused for a moment, but then snapped back into wedding mode. “Can you help me and April finish the centerpieces?” she asked. “The wedding planner is going to pick them up at the rehearsal dinner, and we’re a little behind schedule.”

“Do you need me to do anything?” Rick asked.

June smiled, and you knew that she had plans to put him to work too. “How are you with a hot glue gun?”

So that’s how you ended up making floral centerpieces with April and June while Rick glued black and blue bows onto the wedding favors. The two sisters pelted you with all kinds of questions about your “relationship,” and you tried to keep all your stories as close to the truth as you could. Rick acted like the perfect boyfriend the whole time, and it genuinely felt like a punch in the gut. Your feelings for him were only growing, and you couldn’t let yourself get too comfortable in this lie, because it was going to be over before you knew it.

But letting him put his arm around you and kiss you on the cheek was just keeping up your cover, right? And you would have to sleep in the same bed tonight anyway. Nothing that had happened today was making you regret bringing Rick with you, but you sure as hell were regretting the fact that you weren’t together for real.

***

The ceremony was beautiful, and it was held at a park a few minutes away from June’s house. So far the reception was proving to be an enjoyable time as well, except for one big issue. Well, it wasn’t really an issue, but it was painful. Rick had taken the sentiment of “doting boyfriend” and ran with it. He held your hand during the ceremony, let you rest your head on his shoulder when you were trying to hide your tears (weddings could be emotional, damn it), and walked with you everywhere, his hand usually on your lower back. Even now, just sitting at your table, his chair was pulled directly next to yours. But the worst thing by far was the fact that he seemed completely nonchalant about the way that you had woken up that morning.

The spare bedroom at June’s house had a double bed, but it wasn’t particularly large, so you had fantasized about something like this happening, but you never thought it actually would come to pass. When you opened your eyes to the sound of the alarm clock, it had become immediately obvious that you were cuddling with Rick Flag. Or more specifically, he was spooning you. His arm was thrown over your middle, and his fingertips were just ghosting the bare skin of your stomach where your shirt had pulled up during the night.

But as much as you were mortified about crossing some kind of invisible friendship boundary (though, let’s be real, you really wanted to feel his arms around you again), Rick just brushed it off. It was like nothing had changed between you two, and you were genuinely wondering how he managed to be normal about this. And to make matters worse, he had been especially affectionate with you at breakfast, something that you knew was just because June had been watching, but you desperately wished could have been real.

A slow beat started to come from the DJ’s speakers, and Rick took your hand. “You wanna dance with me?”

“I don’t know-”

“You really don’t want to dance with your fake boyfriend?” his voice was soft, but thankfully there was no one else sitting at the table with you yet, so no one heard the truth about your relationship.

“Be quiet!” you hissed, even though you knew your secret was safe. “Someone will hear you!”

“Do you want me to shout it from the rooftops?”

“No!”

“Then dance with me for this one song.” There was a no-nonsense expression on his face, and you knew there was no getting out of this one.

“Fine.” You huffed, but secretly your feelings were a lot more positive.

You allowed him to lead you out on the dance floor, where you began to sway in time with the other couples. At one point he even pulled you closer to him, and the hand that was resting on your waist gently tightened around you for a moment. After looking up at him (and seeing a smile on his face you were sure was completely fake), you really wanted to kiss him.

What you never would have expected was for that to actually happen. You kept moving your head so you were staring at anything but his face, trying to remember that this was only going to be the reality for about twelve more hours, until you felt a gentle tap on your hip. “Are you going to look at me?” Rick asked playfully, with a smile that made you want to melt right there.

This is fake. This is fake. This is fake. Pull yourself together, damn it!

“Why?” you asked, trying to play it cool. “Do you want me to look at you?”

“Well I’d really like to kiss you right now, and it would be way easier if I could see your face.”

You stumbled at his words, but his hands were there to steady you. “No one is paying any attention to us right now,” you said. “We don’t need to keep the act up.”

“Who said this was all an act? Y/N, I’m crazy about you, and I have been ever since we met.” This could not be happening, it had to be either a dream or some elaborate practical joke. Maybe Rick spilled the beans to June and she’s conspiring with him to play a joke on you. “And I can see you don’t really believe me, but trust me, I didn’t just offer to be your fake boyfriend out of friendly obligation.”

You didn’t even care if he had more to say, you just didn’t want to wait another second. When you pressed your lips to his, he immediately kissed back. But since the middle of the dance floor at your best friend’s wedding wasn’t really the place to start making out with him, it was over much too soon for your liking. “You’re serious about this?’ you asked quietly. “About us?”

“More serious than I have ever been about anything,” he said, gently tilting your head so he could kiss you again. “And I knew for sure when I woke up this morning to see you cuddled up to me.”

You would have to thank June and her slightly-too-small bed later, but right now, you just wanted to kiss him again.

- the end -

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