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topsyturvy-turtely · 2 years

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OTP challenge - day 14

IT IS BACK YOU GUYS!!! I am bringing it back! ✨turtely's otp challenge✨

please someone tell me they are excited- i need that, lol.

I had the BIGGEST writer's block ever: didn't come up with an idea for mOnThs and when I finally did have one I was like "idk how to wriiiiite that" but today I was like *slams table* yk what?! Fuck that! I am bringing it back! Soooo yeah. Here we go? please lmk what you think!

Btw it is a bit (a lot) different then my other stories sooo bear with me yeah?

[Link to day 13]

14. Geeking out over something

Blue vs. red. Grunts vs. robotic breathing. Good vs. bad. Two lighsabers meet, trying to push the other away. Two male counterparts, fighting for what they think is the right way, which looks decidedly different from each view.

Suddenly - the taller, darker haired, with the black mask - strikes and-

"AAAAAAHHH", the shorter, blonder, with perspiration in his shaggy hair - cries in agony. His hand has been separated from his arm. (Or was he just hiding it in is sleeve?) The boy steps back, covering his injured arm under the healthy one. His weapon is lost. The dark guy steps closer and the blond is trapped on a small part of the treehouse platform.

The other boy man speaks up, "There is no escape. Don’t make me destroy you. You do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy."

But the blond boy - even with no escape in sight, even being greatly injured - refuses. Brave soldier until the bitter end, he counters, "I’ll never join you!"

But the masked one does not give up, "If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father."

Desperately holding onto the tree branch the metal construct the blond boy speaks through gritted teath, "He told me enough! It was you who killed him." Perhaps you would see a sad smile behind the mask as his friend enemy speaks. "No. I am your father."

Shocked, the blond stares at his counterpart. Refusing to believe even one word, he yells, "No. No. That’s not true! That’s impossible!"

The taller argues in his deep voice, "Search your feelings. You know it to be true."

But the smaller won't believe. "No! No! No!"

 "Luke. You can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me. It is the only way." He puts away his sword, and offers his hand to the shorter boy man.

The injured breathes deeply, indescribable but pronounced tranquility waving over him. He looks over the edge, looks back at the masked man and-

He jumps off, landing safely in a trampoline underneath, falling into the endlessness of the galaxy.

The taller boy rips his mask off and reveals messy dark curls. With one jump he follows the blond boy and lands next to him on the trampoline. The shorter boy giggles and turns around on his belly. His face prepped on his palm, blue eyes sparkling as he looks at his friend. The dark haired boy grins widely and lays onto his back, with one arm under his head. "Nice acting there, Martin"

The blond laughs, "Yours was pretty good too, Ben"

Ben, the taller, dark-haired boy, grabs his own hand and imitates the shout of pain from the act, that appeared minutes before, "AAAAAHHHH!"

The blond - Martin - playfully nudges Ben's shoulder with his hand. "Oh, shut up!"

The dark haired boy smiles at him. Then his face turns serious, "Join me when I go to acting school, after high school."

"We could be Holmes and Watson", Martin grins.

Ben grabs Martin's hand, "Whatever happens you'll forever be the Holmes to my Watson."

But as soon as he says that, Martin has to visibly fight a laugh back.

"What? What is it?"

"It's just-", now Martin can't help laughing. "Have you looked at yourself?! You definitely got the looks for a genius. You- with your cheekbones..."

"My cheekbones?!"

"Yeah! And the dark hair and all that." Martin waves generally at Ben's face. "Gotta be you."

Ben considers that. Then he shrugs. "Alright. As long as it is us."

"Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.", Martin says with a gentle smile, squeezing Ben's hand.

"John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.", Ben replies.

"Yeah, could work." Martin grins.

"BBC is gonna love us." Ben says, a dreamy expression on his face.

"Everyone is gonna love us." Martin says, shrugging, completely unaware how true these words will be.

~The story about how Freebatch turned into Johnlock because of Star Wars.

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(tags and info under the cut)

sooo yeah I guess that was a multi crossover? Ever looked for a "young Freebatch geeking out over Star Wars and then talking about becoming Johnlock"-fanfic? Well there you go! xDD This was my first freebatch fic ever (I don't usually write or read that because I think the actors deserve some privacy...) and probably my last so don't hate please :P

The dialogue (the one written in italics) is taken from the Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back movie. Check out my Source.

All I've got left to say is: Thank you for sticking with me and reading, my lovely turtles!

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valentinesparda · 2 months

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me doing the marriage thing with noah is very funny because the only reason I got here is that I slowly crawled my way through the stages of feelings that I go through which is typically making fun of them -> saying I like them and playing around with the idea of shipping with them but doing so in a self-deprecating way e.g. I'm not worthy of being happy so I'll dance around the subject -> waiting a year or longer to finally feel comfortable with saying I like them and that my feelings are valid -> rearrange ship lore to be more self indulgent and sometimes the very last step is to marry them so congrats noah you've gone up in the world (become fake husband)

#i just go through the five stages of grief with selfshipping LEGITIMATELY.#so now im like. going back into effies lore and figuring out where their relationship sits with vayne #which will be elaborated on in a bit (probably tomorrow morning) because no matter what if noah and effie are secretly wed or publicly wed #vayne will be soooo fucking seethy and still 'pining' after effie #but now its a matter of how long did noah and effie know eachother before they decide to elope. how long have they been wed.#need the details #bc it took vergil and gabriel like almost 30 years to tie the knot and aubrey and tommy was like 8.#so. you know. ill think about this tomorrow and maybe between brainstorming stickers ill write a little fic #i really do genuinely think that drace would love noah as her brother in law. they seem to be close in the game #i mean close enough to ship them together. i dont for obvious reasons but some people do and thats okay #bumping up effies age to 30 since im almost 30 and it makes the age gap between noah and effie not as weird (noah is 36)#im just. wehh.#next ill say caius and rowan are married for real just watch. maybe. idk. i think it would be funny if they did marry #like before ro gets hit with the crystal beam and in the early days of caius being yeul's guardian #so like TECHNICALLY even through space and time because its just ro being reincarnated or broken out of crystal #theyre still married in the eyes of the lord (etro) and caius fumes about it but ro forgets #THIS ISNT ABOUT THEM THOUGH FORGET YOU SAW ANYTJING #val.txt #otp: to be alone

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inevitablemoment · 11 months

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June of Doom 2023: Day 30

Word Count: 584

Warnings: Post-traumatic stress disorder, past buried alive, captivity, claustrophobia, panic attacks, brief mention of post-partum depression

Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries

Pairings: William Murdoch x Julia Ogden

I know that I dropped the ball with all of the other prompts, but when I saw what Day 30 it, it fit so perfectly with what I had in mind for this little snippet that I came up with after watching the Season 16 finale of Murdoch Mysteries.

Enjoy!

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The last thing that Julia Ogden remembered as she awoke with a gasp was this shock going through her very core, like she had been struck with a bolt of lightning.

No... she could still remembering the voice of Mathilda Crisp threatening her and William... and possibly Susannah.

An entire crime orchestrated-- a man's death fabricated.

And... Mathilda and her father needed her and William for... for something.

Julia's head whipped towards William-- he seemed to have been awake for quite some time before her.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"I don't know," William answered in a shaky voice-- something that she hadn't heard since Frank Rhodes had poisoned him.

The first thing that Julia noticed about where they were was that it was small. Wooden.

Like a coffin.

She thought that she could feel it jerk the both of them around.

"Are we moving?"

Julia moved to her feet on her trembling legs.

Memories of darkness and burning lungs hit her like she was kicked in the chest.

No... no, this can't be happening again! Please, God, don't let this happen again!

Julia couldn't stop herself from beginning to scream and pounding at the walls enclosing her and her husband. "HELP! HELP!"

Strong, callused hands carefully grasped her forearm. Her chest, already tight as a drum, clenched further into her heart with fear before she heard a familiar voice.

"Julia."

The voice of someone that, in the span of a few seconds, she had forgotten was there.

"Julia," William gently urged as she turned to face him. "Save your strength. My guess is whoever put us in here doesn't care much to help us."

"HELP! WILLIAM, HELP! HELP!"

Her lungs were burning and her heart was racing against her chest even as it pressed against it like a mechanical vise. Her stomach was churning violently, like choppy sea waters during a violent storm.

Her eyes began to burn as well, as she thought of Susannah...

She wasn't even a year old yet...

"Will-- William..." she choked out. "I-- I can't breathe..."

She knew what this was.

It had happened to her before, all throughout her life. But it hadn't been until she was treating a patient for postpartum depression that she realized that she wasn't the only one.

It didn't help her feel like any less of a burden for it.

"Julia... Julia, I need you to look at me..."

William.

She looked back up into his face.

It was amazing how much time had passed, she thought in an attempt to try to distract herself.

Sixteen years, eight of them married.

She looked into his soft, amber brown eyes, noticing the slight wrinkles around them that again reminded her of the passage of time.

"Just take a breath?" he instructed. "Just breathe..."

Julia took a deep inhale through her nose, exhaling through her mouth.

"Good... again..."

She repeated William's instructions, beginning to feel her heartbeat slowing back down. Her chest still felt tight and her stomach was still churning. As the tears that formed in her eyes finally escaped down her face, she thought that she could feel the circles forming under her eyes as she leaned against William.

His strong arms wrapped around her waist, rubbing her back soothingly with one hand and the other reaching up to stroke her hair.

"We'll figure out how to escape," he promised. "And we'll get back to Susannah."

Julia took another deep breath. "I... I hope."

No, she amended in her mind. We will.

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faxxmodem · 4 months

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eating a lot of sour candy and sweating about canon-age pintshipping

#bv lore #fxmdm fic #mallick (mid 20s) haunts me every day of my life #brit (late 30s) my beloved #otp: we killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared #wordpad has a font that is so close to the undertale font and for whatever reason it writes like butter it's beautiful

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sheepwithspecs · 8 months

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30 Day NSFW Challenge: Day 3

|| PLvsAA || Rated M || (1 /29)

Ao3 Link

A NSFW collection based off the 30 Days OTP NSFW Challenge prompt list on Tumblr: all Barnham/Darklaw. Different ratings, universes, etc. but it's all varying levels of NSFW content.

Day 3: First Time

“I can’t show you!”

“Why not?” Zacharias Barnham was a man who prided himself on patience. After all, it was practically the first tenant of knighthood. But his patience—or lack thereof—was his weak spot, and now it was being sorely tested by the one person on the island whose opinion truly mattered: his girlfriend.

Eve had summoned him at the last minute, all but demanding he make the lengthy journey across the island to her home. Never mind that he’d worked a full shift in the bakery that day, or that he’d spent the better part of the evening training with his squire. Never mind that he’d only just showered, and changed into his nightclothes, and collapsed onto the bed with an exhausted groan. No, he must come, and his many questions must go unanswered until the moment he arrived on her doorstep. But now that he was here, having gotten dressed, saddled his horse, and raced across the fields in the dusky twilight, she refused to see him.

Or, rather, she refused to let him see her.

“What am I meant to do?” he huffed, throwing up his hands as the last shreds of his patience began to fray at the seams. “Stand here until dawn?” The lady’s maid that had accompanied him upstairs shrugged her shoulders, the very picture of disinterest.

“Your guess is as good as mine, sir.” She leveled a brow at him, the corner of her mouth quirked in a half-smile. It was as though she dared him to try and take the reins from Eve’s hands, to regain some control of the chaos. But how could he possibly do that, when he had no idea what the problem even was?! “In any case, good luck.” Before he could say a word she was halfway down the hall, washing her hands of the whole situation with a toss of her braid.

“Ugh….” Stumped, he turned back to the locked door. “I’ve had a long day, Eve, and I’m tired. If you refuse to open the door, I’m returning to the bakery and—”

“No! Please, wait.” The lock clicked, but when he moved to open the door he found it braced from the other side. There was a muffled thump and a small sigh; he could only imagine Eve leaning against the door, her cheek to the solid wood as she held it shut. “I’m worried you might… laugh at me.”

“Trust me: I am not in a laughing mood.”

“See? You’re already upset. What if you get even angrier when I show you?”

“I—” He sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, willing his temper to die down before he proved her point. “I am not going to be angry,” he promised, once he was sure he could speak without raising his voice. “Now let me in, or I’m going home.” The door finally opened just enough to show a single, beautiful eyeball gazing mournfully at him through the crack.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me.”

“I swear it.” The crack widened until it was just large enough for him to squeeze through. He hesitated only a moment, wondering why she saw fit to hide behind the door instead of greeting him with her usual enthusiasm. Normally she was wont to tackle him the moment he made his presence known, pawing and pouting until he obligingly bent low enough for a kiss. Had something changed? Was she already growing tired of their newly fledged relationship?

Of course not. With a firm shake of his head, he purged the fleeting doubts before they had time to take root. Eve cared for him and valued his good opinion; she would not be so worried about his laughter or his anger, were it not so. And, were she planning to end the relationship today, why would she bother waiting until so late in the evening? Why would she invite him into the comfort and privacy of her own home? She could have just as easily met him at the Courthouse, or the tavern, or the Square. No, she had not called him here for that; though rusty with disuse, his inquisitor’s sense told him something more was at play here.

“D-Don’t turn around just yet.” He obediently stopped in the center of the room, staring at the wide four poster bed on the opposite wall. A white cardboard box lay open at the foot of the bed, tissue paper and ribbons thrown in disarray across the neatly turned bedsheets. His brows creased as he added this new piece of information to the puzzle, newfound curiosity at war with his honor as a knight, a boyfriend, and a man of his word.

“Did you visit the tailor?”

“Well…” Eve shut the door behind him, the lock clicking back into place. “Sort of,” she muttered, creeping up to stand directly behind him. Loose curls tickled his arms as she pressed her forehead against his spine, embracing him from behind. Her forearms were bare, a rare sight for someone so cold-natured.

“May I see?” he asked gently, chaffing the back of her palm with his thumb. She tightened her grip, nails digging into the fabric of his polo shirt. “I did promise,” he reminded her, taking her hand and squeezing it in his own. “There is nothing you could wear that would make me think less of you—unless ‘tis some variation of that absurd outfit Foxy dares to call armor.” The remark earned him a watery chuckle.

“Alright.” She pulled away with a resigned sigh. “Turn around, if you must.”

He turned, fully expecting to see some outlandish, poofy, patterned abomination that would make anyone immediately burst into laughter at a glance. Something with a bustle and petticoats and yards upon yards of neon-colored lace, polka-dots and pinstripes: in short, everything that belonged beneath the wide stripes of a circus tent. In truth he nearly fell to his knees in shock at the sight before him, practically glowing with embarrassment beneath the chandelier. There was lace, to be clear, and it was patterned, but—

“Why—?” he choked, his voice failing him in his astonishment, “W-Why did you think I’d laugh?”

“Because I look ridiculous!” Eve crossed her arms, shaking her head so to better hide her humiliation behind a curtain of dark curls. “I’ve never bought anything like this before, and the lady at the shoppe assured me this was the newest style, but—” She averted her eyes, everything from the tip of her nose to her collarbone mottled with shame. “I look as though I’m wearing my great-grandmother’s lace curtains….”

“You look….” He faltered, uncertain of what he might say to help allay her fears. Stunning? Ethereal? He didn’t want to frighten her off with prose. Beautiful? Mind-blowing? No, she might mistake that for teasing. Gorgeous? Better off sticking to words he could easily spell…. “You look sexy.”

Blathering, brainless idiot! He winced, cursing his tactless tongue. Of all the words in all the dictionaries of the world, he had to go and choose the cheapest, most inefficient, the one that all but stated outright his—

“R-Really? You really think so?” Eve risked a shy glance, peering at him through her eyelashes. “It’s not… you don’t think it’s too much?”

“No, not at all!” he quickly agreed. “It’s… may I have a closer look?”

“I mean… why do you have to ask?” she mumbled, letting her arms fall away reluctantly. “It’s for you, isn’t it?”

“Eh? Is it?”

“Wh— Who else would it be for?!” She glared at him now, further embarrassment fueling her ire. “Aren’t girlfriends supposed to buy cute things to wear for their boyfriends?”

“Hmm? Are they?” he asked absently, his eyes roaming every spare inch of exposed skin and hands fisted at his sides. He didn’t trust himself to touch, at least not until he was acclimated to the sight of her.

Eve wore a lace robe that was clearly meant to be seen through, tied at her waist with a silk ribbon. The white lace formed elegant patterns on her bare skin, the scalloped hem brushing against the tops of her thighs. Beneath the robe she wore a matching black lingerie set, solid fabric edged with more lace. In truth, he was not thinking much about curtains at all. The only thing on his mind was the way the fabric pushed her breasts together, a soft pillow he’d be more than happy to bury his face in. And her thighs on full display, creamy against the pale lace… he cleared his throat, reminding himself to breathe.

“I’ve never bought anything like this before,” she repeated, venturing closer. He reached out, taking the edge of the ribbon and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. “But I used to think about it… before…. Buying something pretty and wearing it to the Courthouse, letting you see and pretending I didn’t notice.” Another step. “I used to wonder what you would think to know the High Inquisitor had a reason to wear lace… and was shameless enough to wear it to work. It would have been our little secret.”

“I never looked under your skirt,” he protested, tugging at the ribbon until the knot slid undone with a whisper of silk.

“Never?”

“Not… intentionally.” Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tugged him until they stood chest to chest, scant layers of cloth and lace separating their bodies. He gulped, praying that she wouldn’t realize just how hard he was beneath his trousers. From the way she pressed herself against him, lifting onto the balls of her feet to grind against his thigh, it definitely had not escaped her notice.

“Want to know another little secret?” Resting her chin on his sternum, she plucked teasingly at his belt. “Every time you caught a little glimpse, it was because I wanted you to see.”

“I… um… I figured as much,” he choked, a blush rising to his own cheeks. He had faced countless foes in the Witch’s Court without batting an eye, his iron will strong despite the challenges. And yet how quickly she could reduce him to a stammering mess, with nothing more than a smile and a flutter of her lashes. It was astounding, and he’d yet to find the magic spell that would stop him from melting into a puddle at her feet.

“Did it make you hard?” she whispered with wicked glee, practically climbing him where he stood. He caught her before she could fall, blushing even harder when she wrapped her bare legs around his waist.

“I-I don’t remember.” For a split second he feared her to be drunk. It wasn’t like her to be so forward with her questions, especially when they had never moved beyond the occasional heavy petting. But there were no empty bottles in sight, and her eyes were clear. If she was drunk on anything, it was on her own renewed confidence. Not that he was complaining….

“Are you hard now?” she purred, toying with his collar. As if she didn’t already know, the clear evidence trapped against her. “You know, I was going to send it back, but if you really like the outfit all that much—”

“Don’t send it back,” he interrupted, adjusting his grip on her thighs as he carried her to the bed. “I like it… but right now, all I can think about is how much I want it off.” It was her turn to be shocked, eyes widening at the blatant confession.

“Then get to work.” He shook his head, his brow creasing as he tried to work out how to lay her on the bed without letting her go flying.

“I know you haven’t forgotten our agreement. Six months of dating before we move to the bedroom.”

“You agreed to it,” she argued, prodding him in the chest with one finger. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind since then.”

“Is that the case?” She nodded. “Well, you may have changed your mind, but I have not. Besides, what’s another four weeks?”

“An eternity!” She was pouting again, refusing to let go even after he laid her gently on the center of the bed. “Will you at least hold me?”

“That, I will do gladly.” He collapsed to the mattress beside her, gathering her in his arms and burying his face in the join of her neck and shoulder. If he played his cards right, he could lull her to sleep with his body heat. What he wouldn’t give to spend the night in this featherdown heaven, fast asleep in the arms of his most beloved angel….

“And kiss me?” Eve was not to be deterred, tugging at his collar until he lifted his head. He kissed her slowly, trying to relax rather than arouse her, but his own body continued to betray him. Against his better judgement he ran his hand down the scratchy lace, finding the scalloped edge and sliding beneath it to better feel her smooth skin. Kissing was still new, and they had only made out twice in their few months of courtship—three times, if they were counting that one frenzied moment in the stairwell of the bell tower. But judging by the eager sounds she was making, and the way she buried her fingers in his hair, he wasn’t doing half bad for himself.

He found her silk-clad breast and squeezed, grinning when she squeaked in surprise. His trousers were tight to the point of pain, but he ignored the discomfort in favor of rolling his thumb over her nipple—something he found she’d rather enjoyed during their last exploration. Immediately she began to squirm, thighs clamped around his leg and nails scratching at his scalp.

“What if—” she gasped as he repeated the motion, grinding hard against his thigh. “What if I were to… to do something and… um… and you watch me?” Her teeth worried her lower lip, back arching as he bent to kiss the hollow of her throat. “Would that break the agreement?”

“Maybe that depends on what you want to do.” He lifted his eyes to hers, heart thudding painfully in his chest. “And to whom.”

“T-To myself.” She carefully pushed him to the side, crawling to the head of the bed and rummaging in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. She glanced over her shoulder at him, waiting for his nod before revealing a slender device. “Do you know what this is?”

“Tis a… erm… a vibrator.” To his credit, he’d taken the initiative to educate himself on the modern world of sex following their sixth month pact. If he planned to be intimate with Eve, he wanted to be as ready as possible for anything she might throw at him. Clearly, the research was to his benefit. He would never have recognized the toy otherwise, or been able to discern its particular use.

“Well?” she asked, when he made no further comment. “Is it cheating?”

“No.” The word left his mouth before he could really consider it. “I mean… what difference does it make? You would use it even if I weren’t here. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise.”

“If that were the case, I don’t know that I’d last six whole—” She stopped, cheeks burning bright red. He watched silently as she fell against the pillows, rolling onto her back and propping up her knees. Despite the comfortable position her body was tensed, eyes swimming with nervous energy as she waited for—what, his signal? Taking pity on her, he pointed to the vibrator in her hand.

“How do you turn it on?”

“Oh, you just—” In the time it took her to flip the switch he was beside her on the bed, leaning with his elbow propped on the same pillow that held her up. She jumped, gazing up at him with a shaky smile that revealed her panic.

“Eve, you don’t have to—” She cut him off with a shake of her head.

“I want to… I do, I’m just… I really haven’t done anything like this before,” she rambled, chewing her kiss swollen lips. “I don’t know how to start.”

“From my understanding—limited though it may be—one simply….” He took her hand in his, the vibrator trapped beneath their laced fingers, trailing down the center of her body. He watched with interest as the hair raised on her arms, a full body shiver running through her as they reached the edge of her panties. His hand stayed above the fabric while hers slipped beneath, fingertips grazing the damp silk before sliding back up to caress her stomach.

“Zack….” He groaned a wordless answer, aching and almost desperate enough to grind against her mattress for some semblance of relief. “Keep watching,” she demanded, pleaded, lifting her hips from the mattress with a whine.

“I am,” he promised hoarsely, teeth at her throat and hand sliding up to tease her breasts again. She gasped, chest heaving as her legs fell apart, and he found himself speaking before he realized it. “Do you think about me? When you do this?”

“Who else would it be?” He hummed noncommittal under his breath, sliding his hand back down to press against hers. The vibration thrummed through his fingers, made stronger by the way she bucked against their combined touch.

“You don’t always have to think of any one person… sometimes you can simply think of nothing at all.”

“Don’t you think of me when—oh—when you’re—”

“Who else?” he parroted, releasing her hand just to see if she would keep the pressure going on her own. She squirmed, thrusting against the air, almost dangerously quiet. “Eve? Breathe!?” She obeyed with a gulp of air, only to hold it again as a fresh wave of sensation caught her by the throat.

“I thought about you even then, before,” he murmured, only half aware that he was even speaking aloud, content to let her chase her pleasure. His attention was solely on the minute changes in her expression, in the way her lashes fluttered and jaw clenched each time his fingers found a new, even more sensitive area to explore. “Every time you flashed me in that short skirt, I thought about you for days and hated myself for it.”

“Don’t.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t hate yourself for it,” she scolded, the words all jumbled together. “I was worse. I did it in the office. At my desk.”

“While I was there?” He nipped at her lips, coaxing her into a deep kiss.

“Sometimes,” she admitted breathlessly, the moment she was able to answer. “I can be quiet.”

“Well… don’t be.” His hand found hers again, pushing hard enough that she lifted from the bed with a sob. “Show me what I’m missing.” She obliged beautifully, grinding against his hand as she unraveled with a cry. He kept his hand tight against hers, kissing every inch of her that he could reach until she twisted away from him, over sensitized. He fumbled with the soaking wet vibrator, finally managing to turn it off.

“…turn, Zack?”

“What?” She opened her arms, beckoning him to join her again with a sleepy, sated smile.

“I asked if you wanted a turn.” Her hand slipped down to the front of his trousers, eyebrows lifting as she squeezed the full length of him for the first time.

“Nice try.” He batted her hand away, kissing her palm even as his body ached for her touch. “But I can take care of myself.”

“Oh… can I watch?”

#30 day otp challenge #barnlaw #plvsaa #my writing #zacharias barnham #eve belduke

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the-writing-trash-panda · 6 months

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Hold me Close

Pairing: Snotlout x Ruffnut

Words: 643

Prompt: being close on a rainy day

Genre: fluff

Time: after 3rd movie

The sound of rain pounding against the roof and the steady burn of the fire were the only things keeping Ruffnut company at the moment. Normally she would be out with her brother doing Thor knows what stupid thing, but he had forced her to stay inside due to her current condition; sometimes she couldn’t tell who was worse him, or her husband. Now she found herself sharpening almost every weapon in the house to keep herself entertained. She had just finished with the Jorgenson Family Axe that she and Snotlout had stolen on their wedding, when who should walk in but a soaking wet and muddy Snotlout?

“What happened to you,” Ruffnut asked though she was pretty sure she already knew.

“You’re stupid brother,” Snotlout grumbled, removing his boots and helmet.

“Looks like you had fun,” the blonde sneered, and if her partner had noticed he made no effort to figure out why she was upset.

“If that’s what you call almost getting crushed by a mudslide.” Ruffnut glanced at her now shirtless husband hoping he would go on to explain what exactly happened. After cleaning off and changing into dry clothes Snotlout sat in the other chair and relayed how the prank he and Tuff had tried to pull on Hiccup backfired and caused a giant mudslide. “You would have loved it.”

Ruffnut could feel her eye twitching as she fought back her initial rage. Instead, she opted for a sarcastic reply, “Yeah it would’ve been awesome.” Finally taking notice of how frustrated she was, Snotlout looked at her with a raised eyebrow, silently asking her what was bugging her. After about thirty seconds of staring at each other Ruffnut caved.

“I just want to be back out causing havoc with Tuff but I can’t for obvious reasons,” the blonde explained, pausing to collect her thoughts and emotions. “I guess knowing that you are out there with my brother and I’m stuck at home is kinda just salt in the wound,” she continued, her usual carefree demeanor hidden under her negative emotions.

“Yeah, I know this sucks but it will all be worth it once our little ‘Lout is born,” Snotlout said, placing his hand on Ruff’s baby bump.

“Who said they’re going to be a ‘Lout?” Ruffnut asked, back to her normal self.

“Well, I sure as hell ain’t naming them Nut.” At that, the wind blew open the door and a crash of lightning and thunder struck a little too close for comfort.

“I’m sorry Thor, the child can be named Nut!” Snotlout screamed in his usual high-pitched girly voice.

“Come here you coward,” Ruffnut sighed after closing the door and sitting back down. Snotlout clung to his wife while she played with his hair slowly being lulled to sleep by the sound of the rain and the warmth of the one man who truly loved her for who she was.

Bonus drabble

“It’s gone!” Driftlout yelled causing a panic to spread amongst the wedding guests. He had gone to retrieve the Jorgenson Ceremonial Battel Axe only to find it was missing from its display. It was a Jorgenson family tradition that a marriage could only commence after the axe was gifted to the couple. A search was soon conducted giving the two culprits the chance to escape. The only thing that gave them away was the barking laughter and the iconic ‘Snotlout!’

“Miss Ruffnut Jorgenson you are a bad example on me,” Snotlout murmured as he and his new wife lay in their bed enjoying this rare moment of peace and freedom from a certain Thorston twin.

“Well, mister Snotlout Jorgenson, you're the one that chose to marry a ‘Nut,” the blonde retorted before catching his lips in a passionate kiss. The rest of the night was spent in pure bliss, the only thing important to them being each other.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #rufflout #httyd rufflout #ruffnut thorston #httyd ruffnut #snotlout jorgenson #httyd snotlout #otp writing #30 day otp challenge #otp prompts #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction #httyd fanfiction

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honeyedlashton · 2 years

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It’s late at night and Luke’s on the couch. He is half-asleep, half-focused on the tv playing The Simpsons quietly into the dark living room. Footsteps pad across the floor from the bedroom, and there Ashton appears at the end of the couch. Immediately, Luke notices the distinct leopard print pattern of their big fuzzy throw blanket normally at the foot of their bed is now draped around his shoulders. Ashton himself is all messy curls and facial hair in the bluish light of the cartoon. Luke doesn’t know if it’s his eye strain or his imagination, but the ambient light from the kitchen gives him a glow. He swears he could see starbeams around Ashton’s figure.

“I’m scared of the dark,” Ashton hums with the corners of his lips turning up ever-so-slightly.

Luke looks up at the handsome man, and without even a second thought he opens his own blanketed arms to allow Ashton inside his bundle of warmth. “C’mere.”

Ashton immediately accepts the invite. Before Luke knows it, the older man is lying on his chest watching the show. Ashton comically shifts around so he’s more comfortable, and the giggle bubbles up from Luke’s chest till he’s grinning and moving Ashton with every little chuckle. When it grows still, he tenderly reaches out to play with Ashton’s hair, no longer concerned with watching the screen.

Instead, Luke is feeling the weight of his boyfriend when he breathes. He’s measuring his skull with his own fingertips as the chosen unit of distance—though he’s lost count several times. He’s imagining kissing the sleepy man with his tousled hair and his prickly beard. He imagines the low hum he’d get from him if they did kiss. The butterflies that would explode right from his core at the longing behind Ashton’s sleepy noises. The slow drowsy way their lips would move together over the low background noise of the show. Luke purses the leftovers of his smile into a fond pout at the idea.

The credits are rolling on the episode before Ashton’s weight shifts. He looks up to Luke with that same trying-not-to-smile smile. Luke can see stars in Ashton’s eyes anytime he spoke to him, but especially in softer light like this. “As much as I love a good Sideshow Bob episode, I’d rather be kissin on you in that big ol’ bed of ours.”

Luke broke into a grin. “You read my mind.”

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akkivee · 9 months

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i do miss writing fanfiction ngl lmao

#this is vee speaking #this one’s a riodice fic where samajuto drunkenly tell rio he should find a partner #but because rio has been in the military since his teens he doesn’t really know what people use to find companionship nowadays #so he puts up an ad on craigslist of all things lol but fortunately dice uses the site still lmao #long story short rio becomes dice’s sugar daddy kinda except instead of 👉👌rio pays dice to eat his food lmao #oh and lol juto and samatoki are initially panicking because rio said he wanted to go hiking to find seasonal ‘delicacies’ LOL #it’s chaptered and therefore not happening lol but i have so many fic wips of cute ideas i—#i want my fic writing brain back lol!!!!!! i miss it!!!!!#the way i was able to pump out 30 days of kuukou art was me and fics of my otps back in the day!!!!!!! where did she go fr???? 😭😭😭#i started a fic where ichiro slept over at kuukou’s temple before arb ever did but arb beat me to it and i hate that lmao!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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kately · 1 year

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THIRTY DAYS WRITING CHALLENGE — 📃

I. dark leather jacket

II. things you said too quietly

III. rewrite something

IV. “you?!”

V. write five sentences for your current WIP

VI. “without your name, who are you?”

VII. write a summary for a book you would love to read

VIII. try and write a poem

IX. sneaking glances

X. running late for a very good reason

XI. adrenaline, 3+1 or 5+1

XII. write a scene in a grocery store

XIII. “ask me a question”

XIV. “pop the champagne”

XV. debt of death, debt of life

XVI. write the dialogue for a scene that’s been on your mind

XVII. “its not what it looks like” “yes it is.”

XVIII. sharing a bed

XIX. coffee

XX. “i was planning to put my feet up and binge netflix all day, but i guess that's not happening”

XXI. overheard on the midnight train

XXII. save your tears – the weeknd

XXIII. write down everything on your mind for five minutes

XXIV. equilibrium

XXV. things not going according to plan

XXVI. play on shuffle a classical music playlist and write

XXVII. instinct

XXVIII. sunday morning drive

XXIX. write one hundred words today, it doesn’t matter about what

XXX. everything’s definitely going to plan

BONUS

1. bulletproof (kind of)

2. sex on the beach – the cocktail, of course

3. running out of time

4. things you said while i was crying

5. the elephant in the room

#prompts #writing prompts #writing #30 days writing challenge #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #angst prompts #writing exercise #writers of tumblr #kately.30

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deity-prompts · 1 year

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Creak

Slipping on something wet

Over-eager

“Please don’t give me another book.”

Scripted

“Injured again?”

Catching a cold

Bunny

Shade matching

Synchronising

“I could go on forever.” “Then do.”

“The one thing I asked for was a dress.”

Behind the scenes

Violet

“That’s it? That’s how it ends?”

Two-faced neighbours

Hoop

Blatant

Physical touch

Showered

“I know the way like the back of my hand, okay? Trust me.”

Voyeurism

Poster child

Kleptomania

Fashion show

“It’s subliminal messaging. They’re in your head.”

Mascara tears

“What are you not telling me?”

Stumbling at the finish line

Stomach ache

Blunder

Also see:

2021 December writing challenge

Writing challenge masterlist

Prompts masterlist

#December writing challenge #2022 writing challenge #writing prompts #otp prompts #writing oneliners #dialogue prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts #brotp prompts #writing challenge #writing inspiration #30 day writing challenge #fanfiction prompts #2021 writing challenge #otp #writeblr

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queenhawke · 6 months

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now why have i written NINE (9!!!) whole braddavid fics. when did that happen. what possessed me (aside from the spirits of two very pathetic old men)

#autism is a beast #god and given that we're getting another whole season (possibly more)#there's a good chance I'll write more fic #which means there's a good chance braddavid will overtake river/eleven as my most written about ship #which if u know me from my moffat who days is INSANE #bc that's my fuckin otp right there #and they're gonna get beaten by BRADDAVID??#i DONT EVEN SHIP IT IN A SERIOUS WAY IT'S ALL FOR LAUGHS #IM LICHRALLY JUST HAVIN A LAFF #and YET #[griffin mcelroy voice] are you HAUNTED? are you fucking POSSESSED #god #anyway jesus im turning 30 tomorrow i should have a house and three kids not NINE BRADDAVID FICS

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rageserenity · 2 months

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It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.

For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!

With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otp…all winners in my book.)

The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.

Mutual Pining

Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.

2. Alternate Meetings

There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?

3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink

This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!

4. Canon Fix-It

All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.

5. Hurt/Comfort

Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together ❤️‍🩹

6. Canon Compliant

Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!

7. Beach Divorce

Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!

8. Domestics

Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.

9. Found Family

The real heart of x-men!

10. Time Travel

There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.

11. AU

Love a good AU!

12. There Is Only One Bed

Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?

13. Genosha

By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We aren’t making a big enough deal about this.

14. Declaration(s) of Love

Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said it…without saying it?

15. Jealousy

Need I say more.

16. Reunion

These two have absolutely no chill.

17. Soulmates

Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.

18. The DOFP Aircraft

The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?

19. Gay Mutant Road Trip

You already know.

20. Body Swap

SO fun when people have superpowers.

21. First Kiss

When? How? Who initiated it?

22. The Mansion

Mansion!content is a genre of its own.

23. Conflicting Ideology

Give me your theses. Who’s right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.

24. Sebastian Shaw

A trope unto himself.

25. Team As Matchmaker

They had to have known something was going on, didn’t they?

26. Cooking

Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticity…

27. Hurt No Comfort

Plenty of scope with these two 🥲

28. Growing Old Together

Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!

29. Making Up

*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe

30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know

Rising to each other’s defense. Only I can insult this man.

I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Here’s a fic collection for the same. Let’s get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if you’ve got anything to say! And most importantly, let’s all have fun 😁

*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factor—I’m super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesn’t flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)

If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.

Shoutout to @inmymagnetoera for reaching out and helping with this!

#revivecherik #cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmfc #james mcavoy #michael fassbender #x men days of future past #x men #charles x erik #magneto #professor x

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