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strangersteddierthings · 8 months

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Daily Ficlet 7

I’m challenging myself to write a little ficlet every day, using the prompts from this list. Today’s prompt is recipe book.

Steve finds Wayne in the hallway, pulling what items he can from the closet there.

"Need some help?" Steve asks as Wayne struggles with a bigger box that seems wedged in pretty good.

"Sure. Just get yer hands up here and ready to catch," Wayne answers, shimmying the box to and fro while Steve moves to follow his instructions. The box isn't by any means light when it falls into his hands, but it's not the heaviest thing Steve's had to catch -don't think about it, don't think about Eddie's limp body awkwardly shoved through a gate. Don't-

"Thanks, son," Wayne climbs back down the stepladder he was on and takes the box from Steve' hands, walking down the hall to place it on the counter. The front half of the trailer is missing, the gate took it, but a decent amount of of the trailer remains (Eddie's room remains) and the government has finally allowed Wayne to return to pack up what he can.

It's better than starting over completely.

"What's in the box?" Steve asks, because it's the only item Wayne hasn't just demanded he load into the moving truck outside.

"It was supposed to be Eddie's graduation gift," Wayne says softly. "'Suppose it'll have to be a 'glad you woke up from yer coma' gift instead."

"Yeah," Steve says, even if he doesn't believe it. Eddie's been asleep months now. They saved the world, killed Vecna, closed the gates, Max woke up, and the kids have started Sophomore year; Eddie remains comatose. "Can I get a sneak peak at the present?"

"It's not much, and ain't nothin' new," Wayne says, opening the box and beginning the process of pulling things out. It looks a bit like the contents of a hope chest. Things to start living on your own with. Robin's mom has one for her that Steve's seen, and even contributed to. There's an envelope of $500 tucked along the side of Robin's chest.

"This was his grandpa's. My dad's," Wayne says, pulling out a belt buckle. "And my ma made this, not for anyone in particular, mind you, but just because she liked to keep herself busy." It's a blanket, thick and a little scratchy when Steve touches it. "And this. This is the most important." Wayne pulls out a binder from the bottom of the box, handing it over to Steve for inspection.

He takes it carefully even though it looks sturdy. Holding it in one hand, he flips it open. He was thinking maybe it would be a photo album or something but it's not. It looks like a recipe book. All the recipes are hand written on looseleaf paper, with post it notes sticking out randomly. "What makes this special?"

"That's his mom's handwriting," Wayne smiles but he sounds sad. "Eddie lost her when he was five. She got real sick, y'know, and never got better. But she wrote out all them recipes. I'm amazed Al kept the thing, but I guess I shouldn't be. No real value in a binder of recipes 'cept to the people close to the author."

Steve looks back down at the binder. He still has both his parents, however distant they might be, so he doesn't know if he'll ever fully understand the significance of getting this piece of someone back. "Does he not have anything else with her writing on it?"

"No, not writing. We got plenty of things they used to own. Eddie's caseworker let us go through the whole house, after Al'd been shipped off to the penitentiary, to gather anything Eddie might want or need. Was supposed to just be his stuff, mind you, legally speakin', but I think that lady knew if we didn't take other stuff, Eddie'd never see it again.

"So, Eddie's got things that were hers. But nothing that's uniquely hers. There's jewelry, and a coupla blankets, but all that stuff is replaceable and not... Well, I dunno what I'm tryin' to say, but that's just stuff that was hers. But this. This was her. Y'understand?"

And Steve does. There's a difference between having something that belonged to someone once, and something that really feels like them when you hold it. Steve doesn't have anything like that, personally, but he knows there will come a time when the difference matters. When everyone grows up and scatters into the future. He imagines a hand written letter from Dustin will mean much more for him to find after a long time of no contact than it would to find his old Roast Beef t-shirt in the back of a drawer or something, moth bitten and musty.

"I can't wait to find out if Eddie's an angry emotional, or a sad one."

Wayne laughs. "He can be both."

#wayne and steve #daily ficlet #just a lil thing for if eddie lived but didn't like... live #bittersweet #my fic

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dandylovesturtles · 7 months

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Dandy's Rise Ficlet Trick-or-Treat!

I've seen other people do this and I wanted to try my hand at it because it seems fun! I'll be accepting asks for the month of October, and will try to respond by Halloween (depending on volume I guess, haha).

HOW THIS WORKS:

You send me an ask with up to 2 characters and either Trick or Treat. I respond with a ficlet; I'm trying to keep these to about 500 words or less, but it'll depend on the idea I have.

For Trick, I will write a largely negative fic - whump, angst, h/c with an emphasis on hurt, etc.

For Treat, I will write a largely positive fic - fluff, comedy, h/c with an emphasis on comfort, etc.

Please only send me the characters and Trick or Treat; no further prompting!

SOME RULES:

I'm doing this challenge on my ROTTMNT blog and will only be accepting asks for Rise; I just don't have the creative inspiration for other fandoms right now

Only request characters that are canon to Rise; no OCs, no AUs, no characters that appear in other iterations of TMNT but not Rise, no other canon characters that commonly crossover with Rise.

An exception to the above: if you want to specify that you would like a fic set in one of my own AUs (IMBI, Corrupted Upgrade, 100ft, etc), then that's fine.

Also maybe if you're my mutual and you ask for your own OC or AU I'll do it ;) As long as it's a Rise OC/AU

The character(s) requested will be featured most prominently in the fic, but I may add additional characters at my own discretion.

All duos will be platonic with the following exceptions: April/Sunita and Warren/Hypno. You can also request specifically platonic April and Sunita if you want, but there's no force on earth that can make me write a non-romantic Warren/Hypno fic, sorry.

Any Rise character is allowed, including villains and side characters; your request does not have to include the turtles.

For Trick prompts especially, you can request that I avoid certain topics (ie character death, eye scream, etc). As a general rule, none of my responses will include sexual content, but may contain gore or other upsetting imagery, so giving me don'ts is fine.

Any requests I fulfill will get tagged with "dandy trick or treat" so you can find them! (assuming I remember lol)

And I think that's it! Thanks everyone, and have fun!

#my fanfiction #dandy trick or treat #rottmnt

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fayes-fics · 2 years

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Congrats on 200 followers. May I make a request? I love Anthony Bridgerton modern AU. Maybe something with the prompts “friends don’t do shit like this” and “i love to hear you moan my name.”

Thank you, you’re the best!

Are we friends?

Friends + Masterpost

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. Old friends become something more.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, oral sex (m to f), vaginal sex, swearing.

Authors Note: Hi Nonny! Thank you and thanks for this prompt. I've never written modern AU before and can I just say this was SO MUCH FUN!! Yet again I have written a fucking epic, rather than 500-word ficlet. This is a little late for posting as it is a 3K MONSTER. I need a strong word with myself. I hope you enjoy. <3

House parties. Sometimes they suck, and sometimes, well, they are a revelation.

You are never happier than when your oldest and best friend Daphne finds Simon. But attending their house-warming party is, well, intimidating. You’ve known the Bridgertons your whole life, your parents' farm backing onto a corner of their giant country estate, but it appears Simon is from another level of wealth even than her. The place they have bought together is frankly ridiculous—the penthouse of a fancy all-glass building overlooking the Thames. Everything is tasteful, chic, modern and eye-wateringly expensive. It makes your cute garden flat in Ealing look, well, pokey as fuck, to be honest. As you self-consciously wander around stealing delicious canapes, you feel out of place; your perfectly presentable high-street-store heels probably shouldn't even be allowed to walk on such pristine marble.

You round a corner to a quiet nook, into what appears to be a home office when you see him staring out the window across the lights of London at night. Daph’s oldest brother, head of the family, and CEO of Bridgerton Investments, Anthony. Yours has always been an antagonistic dynamic. He carries himself with the ease and arrogance of a rich man of the upper echelons of London society. So much of his demeanour and standing is almost an affront to your hardworking, make-your-own-way-in-the-world mentality. Fuck if he isn't handsome, though.

“Y/n,” he greets with a rich tone, “it's been too long. Still bringing the world to rights?”

He remembers you’re a journalist.

“Anthony,” you respond in kind, “still making the rich richer?”

He barks a laugh at your riposte and takes a swig of something expensive looking.

“Come now, have a drink with me; let’s both give the world a rest for the night,” he suggests, pouring you something from a side cabinet.

You shrug and move to take the glass he proffers, “I can do that, old friend.”

“Less of the old,” he chides, giving you a sideways glance as you pull up in front of the same view.

“I've known you my whole life Anthony,” you volley, “you can't lie to me about just how close to forty you are, not the way you do to all those Mayfair girls.”

“Ouch,” he feigns a chest injury, “don't forget, I remember when you were born, you can’t pretend to be twenty-five anymore either y/n.”

“It's rude to ask a lady her age; it's even ruder to remind her,” you shoot back, taking a deep draw of the liquor. Damn, this stuff is good.

It's like no time has passed since you last did this. This is always your dynamic - antagonistic friendly fire until he finds a younger, less challenging, prettier woman to take home. Not that you’ve ever thought it would go further, but he always seems so flirty.

He turns his whole body towards you, leaning a shoulder casually on the window. “No boyfriend?” his tone smug.

“Left him handcuffed to my bed,” you jest, draining your glass.

“Lucky fuck,” he breaks into a suggestive smile.

You give him a pointed look and waggle the empty glass at him. He raises an eyebrow, then takes and refills it. He crowds a little closer on his return, his fingers lingering on yours as he hands you the drink.

“Seriously though…”

“Too busy,” you shrug, deciding on honesty, “no one worthy.” You take another swig, chasing the louche feeling you get after a couple of drinks when the world doesn't seem so bad.

“That last part, I can believe,” his voice pitched a little lower.

It's your turn to throw him a sideways glance. “How many drinks have you had?” you ask warily.

He gusts a laugh that you feel over your cheekbone. “Enough to know what I'm doing, not enough for it to impact performance.”

This is something new—blatant sexual allusion.

You turn to face him, almost akin to a challenge. If he wants to try this, you're intrigued to see how just how far he’ll push it.

“Performance often a problem, Bridgerton?” you raise an eyebrow, invoking his last name and draining your second drink.

He takes both of your empty glasses and sets them aside.

“No complaints yet,” he crowds closer, his hand reaching to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, “but maybe you can give me some honest good old-fashioned friendly feedback, hmmm?”

It's the last thing he says before his lips land on yours.

He tastes of whiskey and expensive cigars he likely smoked earlier on the balcony. He pulls you against his body, snaking one arm around to rest low on your back, the other curling around your head to direct the kiss. And what a fucking kiss. You can't deny he knows precisely what to do. His tongue is teasing but skilled, parrying and dancing with yours.

“Thoughts?” he murmurs against your lips, pulling back a little, his fingers edging lower onto your butt.

“Friends don’t do shit like this,” you respond opaquely, smiling against him.

“Are we friends?” he queries with a playful tone, moving to kiss down your neck.

“Hmm, good point, at best you are my friend's arrogant older brother,” you reply, running a hand up into his luscious thick hair and scratching your nails across his scalp.

He hums against your skin in response. “And you are the bratty know-it-all friend of my little sister - definitely not friends.” He concludes, biting lightly at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Well, with that decided, perhaps we should get on with things?” you challenge with your best seductive tone.

He smiles wolfishly and pulls back, taking both your hands in his and walking backwards out of the room, pulling you along with him.

“Where are we going?” you laugh.

“Where I should have taken you a long fucking time ago,” he gruffs, “to bed.”

“Anthony!” you admonish, shocked at his audacity.

“Oh, don't play coy with me now, y/n,” he scolds quietly, “we have been playing this game for almost ten years now, and finally, you take the bait I've been offering you all this time. I'm not letting you go now.”

The possessive, arrogant attitude oozes out of every fibre of his being; on any other person that would have earned a slap and maybe even a drink in the face. But on him. Well, it's disarmingly attractive.

“And where do you propose we do that? I'm not going to have sex in my best friend's bed!” you hiss.

He pulls a face at the idea of doing anything in his sister's room, then, after a pause, leans forward. “Who do you think owns the other penthouse in the building?” he buzzes near your ear.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you roll your eyes.

“Actually, I am,” he chuckles, squeezing your hands, “wouldn't want to live that close to Simon. It's a friend’s place; he lent me his keys while in Dubai this week. Figured I’d want to crash there after this party.”

“Is there anyone rich in London you don't know?” your voice incredulous, but a smile creeps over your features despite yourself.

He pretends to consider the question. “No one worthy of knowing,” he winks. Then his face takes on a more sober mien. “So, will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Come with me,” he whispers, pulling you into him and nudging his nose against your temple.

You realise he’s giving you an out. All the bluster of the early challenge was just that. He is serious, making a fond feeling bloom in your chest.

“Yes,” you murmur with a shy smile, giving his jaw a quick kiss.

“Good,” he says, spinning to stand by your side, keeping one hand in yours. “Let’s get out of here before they rope us into something truly horrendous like karaoke.”

“Karaoke, really?”

“Simon bought a machine,” he physically shudders as he recalls it, pulling you across the hallway towards the front door.

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You suspect it might be awkward once you are alone in the other apartment with Anthony, but he doesn't give you a chance to think about it.

Soon as the door is closed, he doesn't even flip on the light; he just crowds you against the back of the door and pulls you into a deep, sensual kiss. The kind that makes your bones liquefy, feeling like you could slide into a puddle on the floor. The fucker knows how to kiss; you’ll give him that.

As he kisses you senseless, a hand quests up under your dress. You are astonished when he full-on cups your pussy with force, almost lifting you against the door.

“Give a girl some warning,” you pant, breaking away from his lips. The heat and pressure of his hand making you flood your knickers even more.

“I've given you ten years of warning; I'm not about to go slow now,” he announces with a tone that brokers no argument.

Oh fuck. This could get dangerous, real fast.

His middle finger starts to stroke hard against you, dragging into your slit, pushing the material against your soaked skin.

“I can feel how wet you are through these,” he growls. “So don't pretend you need any more teasing. I could fuck you right here.”

“Take them off,” you surprise yourself with that breathless request.

“Gladly,” his hands slide to your hips, pulling the material down. His smile is deadly as he sinks to his knees, dragging his hands heavily over the contour of your legs. You step out of them, and he pushes your dress up above your waist and buries his nose right against your trimmed public hair.

“God, you smell good,” he moans, inhaling deep, his tongue snaking out and lapping a line into your slit, catching against your clit.

“Fuck, Anthony,” your moan loudly.

“I love to hear you moan my name,” he growls, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and diving deeper into you. “Do you know how many times I've thoughts about this?” he hisses against your heated flesh. “And still reality exceeds expectation.”

“You have thought about this?” you struggle to form a sentence as he works his tongue so hard you see stars.

“Ten fucking years y/n,” he answers, almost pained, looking up and holding your gaze fiercely. “And now I'm going to make sure you never want to fuck anyone else.”

The challenge, the possessiveness, the desperation in his voice - it's blisteringly hot.

“Please fuck me, Anthony,” you breathe.

“Only once you have cum into my mouth,” he answers, making you cry out as he buries a finger into your cunt. Then another, pushing hard.

“But I need you now, please, please”, you chant.

“Not yet,” is the last thing he says before he pushes his whole face into you and uses everything to make you cum faster than anyone has before in your life. His nose, his lips, his tongue, his fingers. The vibration he creates through his rich sounds. Nothing, and you mean nothing you have experienced before, comes close. He actually bites your clit between his teeth. It's just the right side of pain, and that is what pushes you over the edge. You know you are babbling and screaming, and god knows what. Usually, you would be embarrassed by the gush you feel, but he just heaps praise as you come hard onto his face, greedily lapping it up and asking for more.

“Now you are ready,” he preens as you stare down at him slack-jawed, panting, almost lightheaded.

He pulls you to the floor and finds the zip on your dress, peeling it off your body while you are still floating in some blissful state. Your bra soon follows, and you only start returning to the room as he hovers over your naked body, his lips dragging near your nipples. Him still fully clothed.

“Get undressed,” you grouse at him, pulling at the buttons low on his shirt.

He chuckles and sits up on his haunches between your legs, quickly unbuttoning the shirt and tossing it aside.

“These too,” you swat at his jeans as if they cause you personal offence. Pausing to admire his torso in the moonlight as you so do.

“Are you always so bossy after an orgasm?” he laughs.

“Give me another one some time, and maybe you’ll find out,” you retort, having no idea where that came from.

“Some time? Some time?” He repeats incredulously, pulling down his zipper, “how about right the fuck now?”

“That works,” you shrug, “let's see if you can,” then break into a grin.

“I can't believe you still want to spar with me, even naked” he shakes his head, but there's an affection in his voice. He is peeling down his jeans and underpants, lowering himself back onto you. You bring up your feet to push his jeans the rest of the way off and reach to grab his bare, shapely ass.

“Anthony Bridgerton, there is nothing sexier in the world than sparring with you,” you sigh, your mouth running away from you, those two drinks making your lips looser than usual. Too late now; it's out there.

He goes still above you. “Do you mean that?” his voice sounds a little winded.

“Always,” you reply, and even in the darkness of the unlit apartment, you see a few emotions flash over his handsome face.

Wanting to break the slight tension, you pull a face at him. “Now, are you going to fuck me on this very expensive-looking, very soft, by the way, rug? Or do I need to drag you to that outrageously overpriced couch?” He’s giggling now. “There’s probably a bed that costs more than my entire apartment somewhere if you prefer?” you joke, the buzz of his amusement cresting hard through your veins.

His laughter peals louder the longer you speak. “I can honestly say I have never laughed this much while about to have sex,” he almost snorts.

“You haven't been fucking the right people,” you retort, grinning.

“Clearly not,” his reply is droll. “Good thing I am now,” he adds, raising an eyebrow and giving you a surprisingly tender kiss.

You don't really want to think through all the connotations behind that statement.

“Shit,” he breaks away and drops his head suddenly onto your chest, “I forgot condoms. Fuck! Do you have any? If not, I can see if may….”

“Anthony,” you interject calmly, “are you clean?”

“Yes, of course,” he frowns.

“So am I, and I have an IUD. So y’know it's ok, really.”

“Really,” his eyes go wide.

“Really,” you repeat and touch his face.

“I've not done it like this in a long time,” he admits in a surprisingly quiet voice.

You smile up at him and reach between you, grabbing him for the first time. His breathing stutters, and he moans hard against your ear. You can't see much in the low light, but he feels wonderful. Girthy enough to be a proper handful, long enough to need two hands, most likely. Oh yes fucking please is all you can think. You guide him towards your body and let him take over.

He teases, ploughing against you, catching your clit with his tip. You inhale sharply at that. Then he leans down to hook his lips onto yours as he pushes lower and finds your entrance.

He pushes into your body at just the right pace - it's not a tease, it's not violent - it's just an insistent delicious stretch getting stronger and stronger as he advances. This is what the fuck it should always be like, you think to yourself, exhaling hard.

“Oh fuck y/n,” Anthony gulps when he reaches the hilt. “I'd forgotten what this feels like. You are so hot and tight, and fuck, I'm sorry, I'm not going to last long. It's just….”

“It's okay,” you reassure him; you are already halfway there again; it won't take much to pull you over the edge. Just feeling so viscerally invaded, the stretch pulling all the skin around your cunt, your clit pulled down taut towards his shaft. “Just fuck me, Anthony.”

He groans at that and starts to move, withdrawing from your body slowly and then pushing back in fast. You rasp with the feeling, him almost bodily moving you across the floor. Then he increases the pace and strength of his thrusts, resting his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes intensely. He is dragging along all the right spots, and you push up hard against him, loving the scratch of his chest hair against your nipples.

He growls and changes angle, hooking his arms around your shoulders. Now he is catching against that place deep inside that hurts so right. It makes your skin hum, and your body shake. You grab his bum and pull him into you harder, begging for more. He reacts with an almost predatory kiss, plundering your mouth. It's never been quite this intense before. It feels like he is everywhere all at once. You draw your legs up either side of his hips, widening your stance, opening yourself up more to him; to this. His public bone is hitting right onto your swollen clit. Yes, that is it. Fuck, if you don't want this to hurt a little, something to remind you of this fantastic night.

You don't have time to warn him before the pulsation starts deep inside, gripping him like a vice, and he roars your name. It's different to your first orgasm; it's wave after wave of body convulsions that you don't fight. You feel him stutter and curl against you as he pulses hard inside you.

He collapses on top of you, spent and breathing heavy. You both seem incapable of words. Just hands caressing and slowing heartbeats.

“Anthony,” you whisper after a few moments.

“Mmmm,” he barely raises his head from your shoulder, kissing the skin there.

“Do you want that ‘honest good old-fashioned friendly feedback’ now?” you parrot his words from earlier back to him.

“Do your worst,” he chortles against your neck.

“No complaints,” you sigh. “Absolutely no fucking complaints,” you state categorically, running your hands over his back.

“Good,” he smiles against your skin. “Cos, we are going to need to do this again.” He pulls up to look down at you. “Repeatedly.”

Tagging: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @kkpolakow

#200 followers celebration #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton x reader #Anthony bridgerton x female reader #Anthony bridgerton x you #Anthony bridgerton imagine #Anthony bridgerton smut #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton

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troutfur · 6 months

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OK, here goes a call for prompts which I'll hopefully follow through with.

So, hi there! Seeing as I wanted to do #CalmWriMo 2023, but I'm still nowhere near done with prepwork for the project I most anticipate working on (mostly because it involves reading Warriors material I have been putting off reading), I am going to be trying something different which will hopefully help me build discipline and confidence in my ability to finish stuff.

I'm opening up writing prompt submissions for Warriors ficlets! These are going to be ~500 words long, roughly a single scene, and I'm aiming to post one daily.

Here are some guidelines to begin with:

Canon characters only

Keep in mind I have only read certain parts of the canon: DotC, TPB, the first half of TNP, Po3, OotS, the first half of AVoS, the books released so far for ASC, and assorted novellas and SEs like Tree's Roots, Crookedstar's Promise, Dovewing's Silence, and Moth Flight's Vision. I will not be writing about characters or events I do not have a good handle on.

If requesting an AU fic, make sure it is something that can be conveyed in a single scene. I love the challenge of writing scenes that convey an AU premise as succinctly as possible but it's still gotta be achievable ya know?

Recursive AUs based on my work are absolutely welcome and encouraged even!

If it is a ship prompt I'd prefer some guidance on the type of dynamic envisioned and of course the kind of scene I am to be writing about.

Preference will be given to prompts involving/centering female characters

Submit as many as you want! I'm going to be needing 30 anyway. I just ask to please vary your multiple submissions.

#warrior cats #wc #warrior cats au

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serasvictoria · 2 years

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Vikings Masterlist

(on hiatus)

Writing

Aquarius - Viking Hvitserk/Reader (NSFW)

Burnt Toast - Hvitserk/OFC

Cheated Hearts - Ivar/OFC for the Blind Dates Event

Chef Hvitserk (links to the back and forth that started the ficlet to begin with)

I've Got Dreams To Remember - Incubus Hvitserk/Reader (NSFW)

Gimme Candy I've Never Had - Halloween Party at the Lothbroks (NSFW)

Lose My Breath - Ubbe/Reader (NSFW)

Movie Night - Ubbe/Reader/Hvitserk (NSFW)

My Queen - Ubbe/OFC (NSFW)

Nail In My Coffin - Supernatural Creature AU with Vampire Ivar, Vampire Hvitserk and Werewolf Ubbe

The Present - Hvitserk/Reader on Christmas Eve (NSFW)

Stars - Ubbe & Hvitserk

Sugar (sparked from a small discussion about Ivar and Hvitserk being upstairs neighbours)

Under the moon, the wolves gather - Werewolf Ubbe/Reader

ONGOING

Stupid Games (featuring Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar) (NSFW) - Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three (Part 1) Chapter Three (Part 2)

Moodboards

The Mythology AU

Assorted Moodboards Part One

Assorted Moodboards Part Two

Incubus Hvitserk

The Greek Mythology AU

Find them here!

Other Moodboards

Biker AU Assorted Moodboards

Rock Band AU with Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar

Spoil Her Rotten - with a quote from the great story by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Breakfast in bed with Hvitserk

Date night and day with Ubbe for @adrille88

Beach holiday with Ingrid

Hvitserk and Ubbe moodboards for @adrille88

Florist Hvitserk for @adrille88

Painter Ivar for @istorkyou

Incubus Hvitserk for @adrille88

Steampunk Hvitserk for @adrille88

Professor Ubbe for @mrsalwayswrite

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Requests

Rapunzel (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Chef Hvitserk (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Hvitserk as a drag queen (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Hvitserk as a soldier (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Hvitserk as Ken doll (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

The Ragnarssons as strip club owners

Ivar with horses (for @punkrocknpearls just because I wanted to make something for her)

Delinquents Series Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Requests for my 400 Followers Celebration

Hvitserk as a food truck owner and bartender for @quantumlocked310

Ubbe and Torvi

NSFW Ubbe

NSFW Ubbe and Hvitserk

Punk Hvitserk for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Hvitserk as a tattoo artist for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Ivar as a photographer for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Ivar as a carpenter for @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom

Fairy AU

Challenges

Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s 500 Follower Challenge

Goldilocks and the Three Bears with Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar

Jack and the Beanstalk with Hvitserk

Rumpelstiltskin with Lagertha

Bambi with Bjorn Ironside

The Frog Prince with Hvitserk

Sinbad the Sailor with Bjorn and Sihtric

The Pied Piper of Hamelin with Ivar

Snow White with Ivar

Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s Hot Summer Challenge

Mediterranean Sea with Ivar

Music festival with Hvitserk, Ubbe and Ivar

#vikings #vikings fic #vikings moodboard #masterlist #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #hvitserk x reader #ubbe x reader #ivar x reader

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iamstartraveller776 · 1 year

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A/N: @averbaldumpingground challenged me to write all 20 prompts from this fake dating list. Fandoms and ships are left to my discretion. I’m doing 500-word ficlets for each.

1. “You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.” — Labyrinth, Jareth/(Adult) Sarah (ao3)

UNFORESEEN CONSEQUENCES

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Sarah hissed under her breath. Well, what little breath she could get while in this abominable corset. She would have loved this fairytale dress—all silvery tulle and silk organza with golden embroidery—as a naïve teen, but after tripping on the layered skirts for the fifth time, she was ready to chuck it into the Bog of Eternal Stench.

“I assure you this isn’t my doing, precious,” Jareth returned through his fake, toothy grin. “There are certain unforeseen consequences for—”

“—for winning the labyrinth,” she finished with a scowl.

He’d appeared at the foot of her bed in the middle of the night, nearly giving her a heart attack. She flung the water bottle she kept on the nightstand at his head, screaming that he had no power over her.

He caught it with a flat expression. “Oh, I’m quite aware,” he’d said. “But I’m afraid neither of us have a choice in the matter.”

“What matter?” she demanded.

With a grimace, he laid out the sordid tale. The goblins had discovered romance novels during one of their recent trips Above. Thanks to dark fantasy and the inability to parse reality from fiction, they’d decided that The Girl Who Ate the Peach and Forgot Everything was Jareth’s soulmate, destined to be Queen of the Underground. They’d whipped themselves up into a frenzy, ready to scour the earth to find her. Something, Jareth assured her, that she would not want to happen.

His plan? A fake relationship to appease the beasts until they moved onto some new shiny interest. She countered with the idea that as king, he could command them to give up this insane idea of making the two of them fall madly in love. Jareth nearly doubled over with laughter as if that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. Apparently, there was no deterring goblins when they got a notion in their collective brain cell.

Somehow, she found herself agreeing to completely upend her life for this crazy scheme before she could think better of it.

But now, laced into an archaic gown, hand in hand with her adolescent tormentor as they walked through the great hall, Sarah was having second and third thoughts. Dozens of red goblin eyes followed each step they took toward the dais. There were two thrones there. One she remembered from her run over a decade ago. The other was even more make-shift, constructed with an old wicker chair and pieces of a bicycle frame, all wrapped with a fake ivy garland. The ugly thing looked horribly uncomfortable.

“I really don’t like you,” she whispered.

Jareth hummed in agreement. “I assure you the feeling is quite mutual,” he murmured. “But for all of our sakes, you need to be the very vision of besotted. Now smile, precious. They can sense your contempt.”

She stretched her mouth in a feral grin. She was absolutely going to make him pay for this.

~FIN~

#labyrinth #jareth #sarah williams #jareth x sarah #sareth #labyfic #my fic

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✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by the lovely @aidaronan

Gonna put all this under a cut as it is a doozy. Me? Rambling? It's just as likely as you'd think from the everything about me.

Words and Fics

497,498 words published on ao3 (Jesus fucking Christ - that doesn't even count my ficlets)

101 fics published on AO3

Enough tumblr ficlets that I don't have the spoons to go back and count them all

3 in-progress fics that may or may not be in the yeeted into purgatory sometime soon

3 new fics in permanent purgatory

1 new fic that I killed within 500 words

9 series created/added to

Top 3 by kudos

Hungry Heart - HangMox, AEW

[tie between] Intrigue - HangMoxMatt, AEW and A Convenient Cancellation - HangMox, AEW

I Can't Promise Forever (But I'm Working On It) - HangMox, AEW

(Realizing now that holy cow do my HangMox fics do better than I thought. Also all of those were published before I put my account on lockdown, I think, so that contributes as well.)

Fandom Events in 2023

Threecount Exchange! I mean, it kicked in this year. Everything gets published and finished next year, but still, it counts!

Upcoming Projects

Threecount Exchange fic (no you will not get details mwahaha)

The final installment of the House of Black Magic series, which is also my final square on my Bingo Board

Days 10-31 of the December Prompt Challenge I for some reason made for myself, which includes the finale of a series (I shan't disclose which)

At least 4 more installments in the Matt Experiments universe

The teacher's AU I've been putting off for about a year

Writing reflection

What a frickin' year. I haven't been in a fandom like this since Scorpion which, for those who know, ended poorly for both the whole fandom and me as a person. I was unable to watch the season 4 premiere due to my Dad's death, and then it got cancelled before I could catch up. Jumping back into a fandom head first, after how miserable my last one ended, was scary but incredible.

I beat NaNoWriMo 3 times in one year for the first time since 2016. I wrote two novella length fics and a novel length fic from December 2022 until now. I've made friends with incredible people, learned how to use tumblr in a way that keeps me safe, and learned that I've grown past the person I was when I let other people drive me out of a fandom for writing fic in a way I enjoyed and being autistic. I feel safe in this fandom, not for the lack of drama (lord knows there's plenty of it), but because I've created for myself a space where I know I can trust the people I follow.

I am excited to vault headfirst into 2024. I have no predictions. I have no expectations. I just have hope, and I think that's enough.

But I really do hope I can keep writing, even if it's at a different pace from 2023.

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums.

Tagging [please view the rules! I think they are great rules!!! Except the glass thing, don't chew glass. If you don't want to do this, please feel free to ignore completely]: @sarahcakes613, @booboo-eyedbambi, @scissormedaddyass, @rosabellebelieve, @anairbri. As always, if you see this and want to try it, I tagged you :) (And if you don't want to do this, pretend I didn't tag you.)

#This was fun I like these #2023 #about Sara #in which sara writes

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scorchieart · 1 year

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****REQUESTS FOR THIS EVENT ARE NOW CLOSED****

Hello, friends ❤️ I hope you are all having a good week!

As I mentioned in my latest update, I am opening requests for a mini Ikemen Prince writing event: my Grab-bag Prompt List! Below the cut line you will find a list of genres & dialogue prompts I've recycled from abandoned WIPs. Help me give these scribbles a second chance to tell a story!

Each piece will be a short ficlet between 500 - 1000 words set in the middle of the story (no intro, and no ending). Please read the following guidelines before making a request. And remember this is all for fun, so mix and match and make it a challenge if you'd like!

❓ How to make a request❓

Submit your request as an ask in the following format: Character(s) / Prompt # / Genre / POV

You may list up to 2 characters in your request, not including a reader if you choose 2nd POV.

Only 1 dialogue prompt and 1 genre and 1 POV allowed per request. (Please note that 2nd POV will be written as a female reader)

You're free to keep your ask as plainly as above: Leon / 5 / Comedy / 2nd OR add some more detail for me: Licht, Nokto / 7 / Adventure / 1st Licht's POV. They're about to go to battle.

❓ Rules❓

I will only be accepting the first 6 requests that follow the above guidelines.

One request per person please!

All requests and writings will be SFW. Any triggering content will be listed in the header and tags once the fic is posted.

I reserve the right to refuse any prompts that I cannot fulfill. I will also be crossing off characters, prompts, and genres as they arrive so we don't get duplicates.

**Please understand that I set these restrictions to give as even a chance for anyone to request their favorites and myself the time to give each story the attention it deserves. Thank you all in advance for your interest and your understanding, now on to the prompts!

✔️ Characters✔️

All 13 Ikemen Prince suitors

✔️ Dialogue Prompts✔️

"What are you waiting for?" "That, I cannot say."

"When a flower doesn't bloom you fix the garden, not the flower."

"That's harsh. I prefer to call it 'returning the favor.'"

"I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be liars."

"Do you want to talk about it, or do you want a distraction from it?"

"I'd rather die with memories, not dreams."

"Don't worry about winning. Worry about coming home."

"Just once, I want to hear you say it."

"Why would I be worried? I'm with you."

"That's the thing about betrayal. It never comes from an enemy."

✔️ Genres✔️

Action

Adventure

Angst

Comedy

Comfort

Fluff

Suspense

Slice-of-Life

✔️ Points of View✔️

1st: I, me, my

2nd: You, your

3rd: He, she, they

#scorchie writes #grab-bag prompt list #ikemen prince #ikepri #requests open #writing requests

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polizwrites · 1 year

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WIP Update - 5 April 2023

A wonderfully productive week! I touched 5 fics (4 WIPs & 1 new work) for a total of 3170 words!

On Ao3, I posted:

A Refuge for Rogues - Okoye and Ayo’s POV on the arrival of Rogers & Barnes in Wakanda.

WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - April 2023 - a group-effort fic featuring University AU Tony x Bucky

I have 15 active WIPs with my current deadlines being the Stucky and Avengers bingos.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 700 words towards the 2100 we have so far.

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Seventeen fills with one bingo (FINALLY!) and 2 WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining - no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something! (maybe the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

* N2 - Okoye – Posted A Refuge for Rogues on Friday. It also fills my ACB March Adoptable square Ayo as a multi- POV of Steve & Bucky’s arrival in Wakanda. It came in at 700 words.

*O1 - Identity Porn - Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away) is in progress - a WinterIron –>Stuckony Steve POV fic based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt : Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn It’s crossing over with my WIB Praise Kink, BB_C4 Rich and ACB April adoptable Submission squares and is currently sitting at 1627 words and may come in around 2-2.5k depending on what the Smut Fairy has to say.

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine). Will probably continue on this sometime in April.

*Adoptable1 - Remix one of your own fics -- Finally cracked this thanks to another 3 Prompts --> Summary game: Wings, Transformation, Confession. I’m planning a Bucky POV of part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right) the obvious title - Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole. 😁

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This time around the card is a 3x3, so am looking at writing different pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve. I have 3 fills completed and two WIPs, with a couple more ideas in play.

* B3 - Mistaken Identity - I’m planning a third chapter of my Tony/Rhodey Western AU Decision at Sundown based on the ficlet I wrote to fill the “Wet Your Whistle” FFC23 prompt. The expansion will make both this square (and probably the fic itself) more explicit. 😁

* C1 - Babysitter AU - Started working on a collab with MagicaDraconia16 - tentatively titled Peremesnik (aka Three Avengers and a Baby). This will crossover with my ACB Babysitter square and will involve Steve, Bucky & Tony kidfic shenanigans. We’re up to 2205 words (my part - roughly 1400 words) and I think it’s going multi-chapter.

* C2 - Accidentally in Love - using this and BB_C4 squares for chapter 2 of Making All Things New Omega!Sex Worker!Bucky falling for Alpha!Cap!Steve (and vice versa) during an assignment. It’s up to 1214 words and probably can wrap it up in another 500 or so...?

* C3 - Dog Tags - seems like a good Steve/Sam square, especially if I combine it with my SWB Steve Rogers square.

Bucky Barnes Connect Four Alt-Juniverse Event (BB_C4)[ends 30 Jun 2023]

Signed up for this event over at @buckybarnesevents - you get a four-square card featuring ideas for AUs. The prompts can be used as stand-alones or combined with each other or other events.

* C1 - Omegaverse - see AvB - Accidentally In Love above.

* C2 - Rich – see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn above.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1] (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

I’ve got seven completed fics, four WIPs and will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge for Row 5.

* B2 - AU: Fugitive - I’m expanding on my Pirate AU Tumblr fic Flying the Flag of Freedom - Part 1 and Part 2. I added about 600 words to bring it up to 1128 words total and I may be calling it finished.

* I1 - Mutual Pining - see Stucky Bingo Mutual Pining.

* N4 - Deserted Island - combined this with a previous Flash Fiction Friday’s prompt [#FFF192 Sea and Sun] for Not Having Fun Down on the Bayou - Sam & Bucky missionfic shenanigans. It will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley - Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated. (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship - see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* G4 - Babysitting - see AvB Babysitting AU above.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of A Rising Star - a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have two fills and one WIP - I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps bingo.

* B2 - Miscommunication - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [FFF195 Filled with Clarity] for Truth and Consequences - a TFatWS compliant Sam & Bucky Sam POV ficlet. It will get posted to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

* O2 - Steve Rogers -- see AvB Dog Tags above.

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

A brand new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Signups for custom cards began on the 10th and will run through the 10th of April. For more info visit @bingowinteriron or PM me.

I have 1 fill completed and two WIPs. Still getting my thoughts together on what to match up with other cards, but think I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date

* I4 - Identity Porn - this will go along well with the in-progress Chapter 7 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) where Bucky meets Tony and they find a way to keep his identity a secret after all. It’s currently sitting at 2239 words and will probably nearly double that once all is said and done. Hoping to finally wrap this fic up in another chapter or so.

* I5 - Park - filled with the WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - April 2023 that we wrote this past weekend as part of the Discord party. it’s a cute College AU featuring a bit of pining, a first date and a shenanigan or two. I contributed 349 words.

* N2 - Praise Kink - see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn

* O4 - Steve Rogers - see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* O5 - Gentle -- use this poem as inspiration?

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On other creative fronts: I have Sonic the Hedgehog & Tails Stuffed With Character figures in progress. I have multiple commissions from the Hall of Heroes Comic Con to work on and am prepping for a con in June so am pretty well booked up through early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #WIP Wednesday #WIP Update #Shameless Self Promo

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bonsai-babies · 2 years

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👻 Whumptober is coming 🥳 and I really wish to do a Samtory Whumptober for the next month. Problem is: I'm in a technology course where shit can go to hell unexpectedly very fast, and as such, it would destroy my chance to complete the challenge.

Being realistic, I would focus on drabbles-to-500 words ficlets for each day since I'm a slow writer and my days are packed.

I always thought that Whump and Samtory are two passions that go together really well. It would be fantastic if I managed to complete this challenge, but I'll try to just accept any progress as above expectations (we are not setting ourselves up for disappointment in this blog).

If y'all see me posting random tiny angsty tales, this is what's going on.

I shall follow the official list (if anyone wants to do it too, you can search for whumptober2022 on tumblr, you'll find the official page with all the info).

#cobra kai #cobra kai fanfic #sam larusso #samantha larusso #tory nichols #samtory #lanichols #whumptober #whumptober2022 #samtory whumptober #i love hurt and comfort to their extremes

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damereyficchallenge · 2 years

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Damerey Fic Challenge: Wave 5

For those of you who have participated before, welcome back! And for those of you just joining us, welcome, we’re so glad to have you here!

Tomorrow night I’ll be posting the first challenge in wave 5. But first, for those of you who are new here and are curious about the particulars, I wanted to go over the specifics, as well as post the new prompt list. And as a note, although this is a Damerey related challenge, my Obi-Wan fandom stretches back to the prequel era when I first got into Star Wars, and boy, has that obsession come back with a vengeance. The Obi-Wan Kenobi show has inspired this new prompt list, and I hope it inspires you too.

Now the details of the challenge: every Thursday, there will be a prompt issued along with that week’s technical challenge. The challenge—if you choose to accept it—is to incorporate the prompt into a fic that meets the technical specifications, and then post the fic on the following Wednesday.

In short, if that week’s technical challenge is “100-word drabble” and the prompt is “cupcake,” you have exactly 100 words to write a fic that somehow incorporates the idea of that cupcake! Note: the fic does not need to be entirely about a cupcake, nor even directly reference it. Just let the word(s) inspire you, wherever that may take you.

Now, the technical portion. Each week will have a different technical challenge and they are listed below:

Week 1: drabble: exactly 100 words long

Week 2: double drabble: exactly 200 words long

Week 3: pentadrabble: exactly 500 words long

Week 4: short short: between 500 and 1000 words

Week 5: ficlet, snippet: no exact word count needed, but generally 1K or shorter

As to the prompt, which the first of this wave will be posted tomorrow night around 8:00 PM Eastern, the prompt will be chosen using a random number generator. Click on the “Read More” below to view the Obi-Wan inspired prompt list we will be using.

Completed fics should be posted the following Wednesday, so you’ll have just under a week to meet the challenge. Fics that are tagged #damereyficchallenge will be reblogged here, and fics posted on Ao3 can be added to the Damerey Fic Challenge collection!

Complete one or all five or any number in between, there is no pressure here to participate each week. And if the creative urge doesn’t strike you either, don’t worry, we love our readers too! And as always, feel free to message me any questions you may have!

Obi-Wan Inspired Prompt List:

1) Guiding Light

2) Knight

3) Warrior

4) Negotiator/Negotiation

5) The Oil-Bringer

6) From a certain point of view

7) Exile

8) Mentor

9) Skywalker

10) Temple

11) Master

12) Clones

13) Galactic Republic

14) Duchess

15) Grievous

16) Tatooine

17) Hermit

18) Luke and Leia

19) Sacrifice

20) Eopie

21) “Look what I’ve risen above.”

22) Jedi Council

23) Beard

24) Trauma

25) Hello there

#damereyficchallenge #damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #poe dameron #rey skywalker #star wars

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for-a-longlongtime · 3 months

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I. Maverick

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Frankie Morales (as watched by Tim Rockford)

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MDNI Words: 382 A/N: I suck at writing short stuff, @sin-djarin challenged me to write a ficlet of max. 500 words, and I'm trying to get better at not overthinking my writing. So, this happened. Loosely based on my Tim and Marcus couple, which takes place in the same AU as my Rockford x Peña fic will be - but before Tim meets Javi. Unbeta-ed. Dividers by @saradika.

He stops in the doorway of the locker room, mouth immediately dry at the sight in front of him.

Marcus on his knees, wearing only shorts, breathing heavily as he’s gleaming with sweat. The unfamiliar large hand holding his head in place as his mouth is being fucked hard - deep -, by someone with broad shoulders, messy curls spilling from blue cap, strong arms. Quiet, gasped words in Spanish. Tim knows exactly how much Marcus can take, therefore knows right away that this guy is seriously packing beyond the girth he can see, and something twists low in his belly that makes him ache.

He’s not possessive, neither of them have ever been which is crucial for casual hook ups with others to work. Except right now there’s nothing he wants to do more then go over there, spread Marcus’ cheeks wide open so he can slide in and fuck him deeper onto that man’s cock, hear more of those gasps intwined with chokes.

“Take it, take it, fuuuck,” the gasped Spanish slips into English as the guy’s hips buck hard and he comes in Marcus’ mouth with a low groan. He stays in place just for a moment before pulling out, and Tim bites his lip hard at the sight of his dick - yeap, big indeed. He’s beautifully bruised Marcus’ lips, some of his release having spilled from his mouth, but perhaps the most captivating of all is how Marcus’ eyes are beaming up at him. Still hungry for more of that guy, for wanting to get fucked, and Tim can’t help himself as he squeezes himself through his pants, his own breathing out of wack just as much as Marcus’ is.

“Tim.”

It takes a moment before Tim realizes they’re both looking at him, Marcus having called his name. A smile plays over Marcus' face as he gets up - and Tim notices the way that the other guy’s eyes travel all over Marcus’ body as he does so, before they flit back to look at Tim with a more neutral expression.

“This is Frankie.” Marcus nods at the guy next to him while he reaches for his water bottle, taking a couple of deep drinks and sighs, surely in relief after his mouth had been fucked that hard. “He’s a pilot.”

Main masterlist | Next part > Follow @longlongtime-updates for fic updates!

Tagging some of y'all lovely people <3 (for some reason I still always feel like I'm imposing tagging ppl to let them know I wrote something? IDK why) @perotovar @immarocketman @ghostofaboy @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @alltheglitterandtheroar @nerdieforpedro @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @sp00kymulderr @ozarkthedog @romanarose @covetyou and love to the sluts! @magpiepillsjunior @redhotkitchen @sparklefarts38 @exquisiteserotonin @pink-whiskey-woman @youandmeand5bucks @legendary-pink-dot @morallyinept @arcanefox207

#frankie morales #marcus pike #frankie morales x marcus pike #tim rockford #pedro pascal fanfic #my writing #drabble

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darter-blue · 3 years

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YAY 😁 CONGRATS 🎊🍾 ON REACHING 500 followers. You’ve earned it and so much more🙌👏👏🙌

I’ve got two words knitting and hands Maybe a little something about Steve drawing Bucky Or anything really I’m easy. Again CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎈 🤩🥰

♾❤️🤗

to the beautiful Erica (@aciremii) and my gorgeous Maria (@greyhavensking) sorry for making you wait so long.

This is for you.

Hands

Steve slides the charcoal between his fingers, watches the way it sinks into his pores, the way it stains his skin.

He loves charcoal as a medium. It's dirty, it's dark, all shadows and imperfections. Everything that he isn’t allowed to be anymore.

Hard to come by in the war, but now… here in this future, it’s everywhere.

Everything is everywhere.

Whatever he wants, he can get.

Except for the one thing he wants more than anything. That’s just beyond his grasp. Always.

Steve’s hands reach out for it… endlessly searching for him. To touch him again. To hold him. Comfort. Protect.

Everything he already failed to do once, twice... and can never now make right.

Even if he finds Bucky again, even if Bucky should come back to him - Bucky will be paying the price for Steve’s mistakes forever.

And Steve… all he can do is sit, and draw. Use his charcoal to recreate, again and again, the hands he failed to reach to, failed to hold fast. Failed to catch…

He ignores the smudges on his fingers and focuses instead on the marks he’s making on the paper. Thick and sharp and dark. He uses his own hands to soften and shade, to move and manage, to morph the shadows into the likeness that’s been etched into his mind, so often he dreams about it. Has been dreaming about it for years.

Bucky’s hand outstretched. Reaching so desperately for Steve from the gaping panel of the train… fingers tearing at the air, trying to cling to Steve, to grasp at him.

He draws them as he remembers them…

Empty.

The image comes together under the charcoal, under his stained skin, well enough, complete enough, for Steve to feel happy with, and he sets the page down on his table. Leaves it scattered amongst the others - some of them tea stained, some of them crumpled - all of them a poor replication of the perfection that he remembers…

All of them a reminder of what he’s lost.

He turns away from this work and leaves it behind, steps into the bathroom and stares in the mirror for as long as his eyes will allow him to look. His face is so different and yet so familiar. he closes his eyes, leans on the sink and then pushes away. Turns to the shower to run the hot water, lets it get so hot the steam clouds the room, thick and fog-like, and finally stands underneath it.

The water sears into Steve’s skin and down to his bones. It helps. The heat and the steam and the fog. It helps Steve clear his mind and settle his body. Settle into the small moments of calm he can steal from time to time, moments of peace.

He gets out and wraps himself in a towel. Tucks the corner in at his waist and wipes the steam from the mirror. Brushes his hair off his forehead and wonders at the reflection staring back at him. Wonders who he is now. Whether the man there would be someone Bucky could be proud of.

Or whether the reason Bucky keeps running isn’t because he’s scared. Or broken. It’s because Steve is.

That somehow Bucky can see it, even when Steve can’t.

He opens the door and releases some of the steam, stepping a bare foot into the living room of his apartment and knowing instantly that something is wrong. Someone is there - he can hear the heartbeat.

He can see them through the cloud of steam as it dissipates.

He knows that figure, that silhouette.

Would know it anywhere.

Bucky.

Bucky standing at Steve’s table, gloved hands full of Steve’s drawings… staring down at them, eyes still as lost as they seemed the last time Steve had seen him. Looking up at Bucky from the floor of the helicarrier… held down by him, trapped by him, but still not able to reach him.

‘These look like my hands,’ Bucky says, finally looking away from the drawings and up at Steve. ‘My hands, from before...’

Steve takes a step forward but freezes as Bucky flinches. He won’t dare even draw breath if it would be enough to scare Bucky away.

‘They are,’ he says instead, keeping his voice low, soft.

‘Why so many?’ Bucky looks down at the paper in his hands, at the papers on the table, ‘Why this?’ He turns the paper to show Steve his hands, stretched and desperate, over and over again, he picks up page after page and then looks back at Steve, ‘what does it mean?’

Steve holds a hand out Bucky, palm out, to demonstrate his plea for calm. He holds his other hand to the towel around his waist as he takes another slow step forward, placing his feet carefully, eyes never leaving Bucky’s. ‘It’s my nightmare,’ he tries to explain.

‘I’m your nightmare?’ Bucky asks and his eyes are wet, his brow furrowed.

‘No!’ Steve almost yells, has to work to lower his voice again as Bucky cringes at the volume, ‘no, god, no. Not you…’

‘My hand?’ He holds up his gloved hand, his left - the hand he had stretched out to Steve as he fell from the train, the hand in the pictures - and sets the papers down to pull the glove free, ‘this hand?’

It’s silver, dull in the low light of the apartment, but obviously metal, obviously now different from the hand Steve has been drawing so obsessively.

Steve shakes his head, ‘Not that hand. The hand I let go,’ Steve says, his voice barely above a whisper, ‘The hand I let you fall by.’

‘That's funny,’ Bucky says, raising an eyebrow, ‘I seem to remember it being me who couldn’t hold on.’

Steve takes another tentative step forwards, warmth (hope) radiating through his chest as Bucky doesn’t move, as he lets Steve closer, ‘All my nightmares are watching you fall. Are me - all this strength, all this power - useless, pointless, because I can’t reach you.’

‘I fell, Steve,’ Bucky says, taking his own step forward towards Steve, ‘It wasn’t you, it wasn’t me. It was gravity.’

‘I lost you,’ Steve breathes the words with pain in his chest.

‘I lost everything,’ Bucky whispers, stepping closer still, close enough to touch, ‘but I think… maybe... I found it again.’

Steve has to grab the back of a chair, has to lean down on the table to catch himself. He looks up at Bucky and sees him there; the man he knew. Hazy - maybe - shaded, shadowed, but there all the same.

‘You found it?’ he asks.

‘I found you, Steve.’

Steve nods. He can’t find the words, but he nods his head to the truth of that. Even through his programming, even through the shattered pieces of his mind, he found Steve on that helicarrier. He remembered him.

‘You used to be my everything.’

‘You’re still mine,’ Steve admits. Words he was never brave enough to say before now. ‘You always have been.’

Bucky reaches out with his metal hand, places it carefully over Steve’s where it presses into the table. ‘The rest of me is here’ - Bucky reaches forward to place his other hand, flesh and bone, against Steve’s bare chest - ‘I’m ready to let it find me now, too.’

Steve can’t breathe, can’t speak, but his heart is filling with the kind of joy, the kind of relief, the kind of solace that he’s never known.

He leans his forehead down to fall on Bucky’s shoulder, and closes his eyes as he feels Bucky rest his cheek against his hair.

This is the beginning of their way back to each other, to themselves.

And it’s everything.

All they need is each other.

It’s all they’ve ever needed.

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Get out your glitter leotards and pour some champagne in your cat mugs! 🥂 🍾 It’s time to celebrate Freddie! 🎉😸

🎊 Freddie Mercury Weekend 2021 🎊

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ABOUT THE EVENT

This weekend is a content creation event in honour of the man himself, the legend we all love, Freddie Mercury! Once more, everyone who is inspired by Freddie is invited to share their creativity with the fandom. You can write, draw, edit, record, even cross-stitch 😉 content for absolutely anything related to Freddie, any ship, any genre, any way you like. This is an indiscriminately inclusive, positive event. Everyone is welcome, there is no wrong way to be a fan of Freddie! (Except convincing yourself you're dating his ghost maybe. That's pretty wrong. And weird. Don't do that.)

WHEN? On the 21st, 22nd and 23rd of May.

HOW? On the above dates (or after!), post your contributions to the AO3 collection or alternatively on Tumblr, tagged ‘#fmw2021’ or/and ‘#freddie mercury weekend 2021’. If you post on Tumblr, please also tag @a-froger-epic to make sure you get a reblog from me!

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THE PROMPTS

You can be as free with the prompts as you like. They are here to inspire, there is no wrong way to write them! Change them around, mix them up, make them fem!Freddie, A/B/O, add your favourite ship. Anything goes! 😊

21st of May - 500-1000 word challenge!

We’re kicking off the event with ficlets and drabbles. First time writer just testing the waters? No need for an epic, just write a scene! No time to write but you want to participate? Surely you’ll find time for 500 words! 😉 Interpret these mini-prompts however you like (every one is a separate prompt, but you can combine them!):

Make-Up 💄 | Pain/Pleasure 👀

Strip 👕 | Ring 💍

Forbidden 🤫 | Delilah 🐈

Piano 🎹 | Dormitory 🛏

Outrageous 🎉 | Contentment 😌

Come Together 🎇 | Ballet 🩰

Piece of Art 🎨 | Leather 🧥

Cockring 🐔 | Kimono 👘

Petals 🌸 | Leotard 🕺🏻

Mustache 🧔 | Last Time 😔

22nd of May - Is This The Real Life?

A list of real event/canon timeline prompts from Freddie’s life. How real you want to keep them, however, is entirely up to you!

Down in flames

Freddie is 16 years old when he leaves boarding school. Does it have something to do with the school gardener, Sanjay? Did he flunk his exams or did he not even sit them? Is one thing connected to the other? Does he really find a boyfriend when he goes to stay with his aunt in Mumbai (then Bombay)? Either way, there’s the small matter of his parents finding out about all of it... (Sources: x x )

When Freddie met Kenny

Freddie is a guest on Kenny Everett's radio show in spring 1974. Freddie is living with Mary, Kenny is married. Two gay men, deep in the closet. To no one's surprise, they hit it off immediately. (Source: x )

But when did he?

At some point during his relationship with Mary, prior to his relationship with David, Freddie had already begun sleeping with men. But how and when did that first happen? Cottaging in London? On tour somewhere in the world? Your guess is as good as ours…

Flying High

Sex, Drugs and Rock n' Roll. Like all rock bands of their time, Queen doesn’t escape the copious amounts of cocaine in the entertainment industry for long. Somewhere on tour in America, perhaps, Freddie is first introduced to it. Where? How?

Hide your tears

Jim said that he tried to be strong for Freddie and only cried in private, so as not to burden Freddie with his feelings. But this time, he is found.

One-liners:

In 1969, Freddie doesn’t know how to cook an egg and neither does Roger (Source: x )

In 1977, Freddie meets Joe while on tour in Boston and starts dating him behind David's back

In 1990, Brian and Freddie work on 'The Show Must Go On' (Source: x )

In a year of your choice, Jim reminisces about his fondest moment(s) with Freddie

In 1976, Freddie and Mary end their relationship

In 1984, Winnie gives Freddie a wedding ring (middle of the post: x )

In the late 60s, Freddie agrees to model for an Ealing Art School fashion show, but panics and flees the runway (Source: x )

In 1974, Freddie is strip-searched upon arrival in Australia (Source: x )

In 1982, Freddie and Roger go shopping in Amsterdam (Source: x )

In 1978, Freddie swings from a chandelier - naked (Source: x )

23rd of May - Is It Just Fantasy?

A list of AU prompts to spark your imagination. Take them and run with them or change them up, just have fun!

Make your dreams come true

Freddie hasn't been very fortunate in his life, until he finds a very special oil lamp, and rubs it just the right way.

Beautiful stranger

Freddie meets an alluring stranger at a masquerade ball, who has more secrets than he can hide behind a mask. But Freddie has some of his own.

Thicker than water

Freddie agrees to a dreadful fate in order to save his little sister from the very same. Fortunately, he has friends who are more than willing to help him, but can they? Or are they, too, in danger?

Diamonds are a boy's best friend

Freddie is the prized jewel of the court, a skilled belly-dancer and entertainer, but he may also be plotting murder and getting away with it.

Almost Real

In a distant future, humans have all but done away with face to face interaction. Humanity largely lives online. Children grow up isolated and live with only their families well into young adulthood. Cybersex is the new normal, although some families take a puritanical approach for fear of addiction. One day, impossibly, a real life young man falls through the containment field in Freddie’s back garden.

One-liners:

This plane is going to crash (Freddie knew there was a reason he hated flying)

Shipwrecked on an island (Freddie could never bear to be alone, but luckily/unfortunately for him…)

Hunger Games AU (Freddie is so dead)

A terrible road accident (Everyone is so dead, or are they?)

Blind Date AU (Freddie's best friend is so dead for setting him up with this person… or are they…)

Bank robbery (but who are the robbers and who are the hostages?)

Magic AU ("Yer a wizard, Freddie!")

Film Noir AU (Secrets and cigarette holders)

Interior Design AU (Does the carpet match the drapes?)

The Bodyguard AU (“And I will always love yooouuuu…”)

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RULES & FAQ

⛔ Strictly No Hate ⛔

This is the NUMBER ONE RULE of the event, to ensure that everybody feels safe. No rudeness, provocations or hate aimed at creators or other commenters will be permitted, not on AO3 nor Tumblr.

Follow these steps if you receive a comment or ask that distresses you:

Do not engage. (You can take a screenshot as proof.)

Delete it. No ifs, no buts. Just delete it. (Don’t hesitate to block anon hate on Tumblr.)

Alert me ( @a-froger-epic ) or @aboutnothingness, who is lending me a hand to make sure all needs are attended, all questions are answered and everything runs smoothly. We are here to actively support you. We’ve got your back, and we will gladly talk to you and help you feel better.

If you choose to ignore this rule, your work may be removed from the event. We would hate to resort to that.

But what if one of the works has upset me?

Can the thing that upset you be tagged, but it wasn’t? Then please inform @a-froger-epic or @aboutnothingness, and we will bring it to the creator’s attention. (Remember to use the appropriate tags, everybody!)

Was the thing that upset you already tagged? Or is it perhaps simply the characterisation you find disagreeable? Then we suggest you click on the ‘back’ button, take a deep breath and remind yourself it's just fanfic.

Who can participate?

Anyone who is inspired by Freddie Mercury in any way shape or form. This event is open to all.

Can I combine prompts from different days?

By all means! We look forward to your futuristic Freddie-gets-kicked-out-of-boarding-school Maycury Film Noir AU. With leotards. Go crazy.

I'm not sure where my creation fits in, what day do I post it?

The days, like the prompts, are only suggestions. We don't mind when you post it, as long as you post it! Even if it's two weeks late!

Help, I've never posted fic before!

Don't worry, we've got you! (And more importantly, we've got AO3 invites!) @aboutnothingness is more than happy to walk you through the process of setting up an account and is also offering her services as a beta.

I’m still too nervous to participate!

You can post anonymously to the collection. You can disable anon comments on your work. You can disable comments entirely and just collect the kudos. You can close anon asks on Tumblr temporarily. But most importantly, we are here for you and we want you here!

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“I love the fact that I make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just half an hour of their lives, in any way that I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.”

- Freddie Mercury

#Freddie Mercury Weekend 2021 #FMW2021 #freddiemercuryweekend2021 #fandom event #Queen fandom #Freddie Mercury #it's here!#REBLOG REBLOG REBLO-

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