#700 follower celebration

[devils-dares]

@damienhugo this is for you!

#12 - feeling safe with the other because they know their needs

#18 - trying to interpret the chemistry between them as platonic because they don't want to get their hopes up

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“I just had the biggest ‘so much happening all at once’ episode ever.” He flops on your couch, head resting perfectly on your lap so you can continue to scroll through your phone while scratching his scalp and running your fingers through his hair.

“I think that’s called overstimulation.” You say with a monotone voice. He groans again and screws his eyes shut.

“Can you shut your mouth for like… six hours?” He asks rhetorically. You hum and continue scratching his head. He closes his eyes as his body sinks further into the cushions and exhales deeply. Shortly after, soft snores come from him.

“Oh come on, Matt. I had stuff to do.” You whisper complain, you’d feel guilty if you moved and he woke up. You resign yourself to the position, nodding off a few times yourself. You knew Matt hadn’t been sleeping the past few days, chasing down God knows how many leads while fighting those same leads in the courtroom. He was exhausted, and if this is what it took to get him some good rest, so be it.

You were woken up by the feeling of a blanket being draped over you, and when you open your eyes, Matt’s standing over you with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry,” he said, “thought I’d let you sleep a little longer but I guess that didn’t work.”

“s’okay. Glad you got some sleep though, what time is it?” You ask.

“Almost dinner time.”

“We should-”

“Already did, it’ll be here in ten.”

“My my, Murdock, we spend way too much time together.”

“I know you too well.”

Twenty minutes past and the two of you are chowing down in silence. Once the two of you finish, however, and Matt volunteers to do the dishes, you begin thinking. You think about your friendship with Matt, all the ways he’s made you feel over the years. You think about how strong he is, both physically and mentally, and you think about how that makes you feel.

“I can hear you thinking y’know.” He snaps you out of your thoughts.

“How could you possibly hear that?” You try to say as nonchalantly as possible.

“You grind your teeth and stop blinking, kind of terrifying actually.”

“That’s… okay, stop noticing weird things about me.”

“So what are you thinking of?” And in some burst of confidence, you spew it out.

“You. I can’t fucking get you out of my head and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Me?”

“Yeah- wipe that stupid smirk off your face, Murdock.”

“What exactly are you thinking of?”

“Everything! God, you drive me mad. I can’t think straight around you!”

“What is it about me that makes you feel like that?”

“I’m fucking in love with you.” A beat of silence passes. Another moment, and another. Then finally he smiles.

“I know.”

“You what?”

“I know. You’re not smooth.”

“Fuck off.”

“Before I do, you should know I love you too.” You pause, and when his words hit you smile.

“You love me too.”

“That I do.”

“No bullshit?”

“No bullshit.”

“Why’d it take you so long to tell me?”

“Why’d it take you so long to tell me?”

“Fair point.” You scoot over, getting closer to him until he pulls you close himself.

“I could get used to this.” You share. He laughs.

“You should, I’m not letting go anytime soon.”

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[holymultiplefandomsbatman]

700 Follower Celebration

Hey everyone!

In celebration of recently getting to 700 followers, I've decided to do a Loki themed writing event.

For the next 3 days (starting from the time of posting this), you can send in Loki requests.

It can be for basically anything with fluff, angst or smut, as long as it's not along the lines of dubcon or heavy pain-related stuff.

You can send in gifs if you want, but ideas in text work too.

Edit: requests are now closed!!

Tagging some people who might be interested:

@lokisgoodgirl @muddyorbsyorbsblr @mischief2sarawrwr @thedistractedagglomeration @xorpsbane @lokischambermaid @loopsisloops @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @thomase1 @vbecker10 @michelleleewise @holdmytesseract @sarahscribbles @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @lokikissesmyforehead @wheredafandomat @gigglingtigger @animnerd @joyful-enchantress @springdandelixn @dangertoozmanykids101 @vickie5446 @mygfloki @stupidthoughtsinwriting @skymoonandstardust

#700 follower celebration #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x yn #loki x y/n #loki imagine #loki x female reader #loki x gn!reader #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufesyon x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki odinson imagine #loki odison x reader #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki smut #loki fluff #loki x male reader

[blueberryrock]

Nat's 700 followers celebration 🎉

So I hit a big number, as the above reads I have over 700 followers and I am very grateful for you all! I usually suck at celebrating these things but i wanted to do something cause 700 is a big number!

Anyways, so what I have planned is pretty simple, I'm going to open my requests for mainly drabbles for a hot minute and y'all can send in a request for any of my fandoms! I can do Character x reader or just character x character! If you're not sure on what to send in, I have a list of drabble prompts that you can choose from! And ve sure to read my rules on my pinned post before sending a request in!

The Prompts

Types of kisses

Drabble List (1) (2) (3)

Self Care dialogues

I'm sorry dialogues

Angst prompts

Fluffy dialogue prompts

Hand holding prompts

You can always pick and choose which prompts you want + the characters, but please specify what prompt it is (aka copy and paste it) so i won't get confused! And you can always send one on anon! Just be sure to the taglist so you won't miss your fic!

So thank you guys! I am so very grateful for every single one of you 💕

Tags under the cut

@starryeyedrogue, @zalie, @beenovel, @justmemyselfandthefridge, @softieekayy, @admin-in-residence, @izbelross, @moonpufferfishy, @wintergirlsoilder2, @falcor-thee-luck-dragon, @darklingbrekksov, @sugarpunch-princess, @itsbqueenthings, @a-vexually-transmitted-disease, @sunshinexhotchner, @trash-panda99, @theincredibleinkspitter, @hb8301, @ahookedheroespureheart, @mccn-bcys

#700 follower celebration #moon knight #the hobbit #lotr #silm #lord of the rings #silmarillion

[pascalsbby]

Hot Single Dad of The Neighborhood

Summary: It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller.

Warnings: mdni, 18+, eventual smut (c’mon…wouldn’t be a celebration without it)

This is satire. Kinda. It’s me laughing at myself & my love for this fictional man. But you’re laughing along, because you get it. Let me know what you think!!

This is a part of my 700 follower’s celebration. Read the detailed description here 🩷

It all started with this:

Let me set the scene:

It’s 9:45pm on a Friday, and this is better than having the house to yourself. This is the time of week where we tuck our children (and husbands) in, and we gather around this shitty glass table as the tales are whispered through. It starts off with your usual: sugar-salted peach margaritas turned to two, a joint, and then the riveting conversation of, “now who would leave that dick?”

We call ourselves ‘Joel Miller’s Neighborhood Wives’. It’s a mouthful. But we like a mouthful. So- sit down, have a smoke, a wee little drink, and listen to the goss.

The neighborhood wives (Kat, Kali, Chloe on the right of you, Kit, Vic, Bug & Angela to the left) are all cuddled around Kat’s patio, enacting a dramatic retelling of ‘who the fuck is Joel Miller?’ Himself, somewhere across the street, wondering why every now and then he hears a chorus of squeals. Then, he smiles to himself and wishes he had the guts to grace y’all with his presence. He’s not invited though.

This is the first time you’ve hung out with them, and maybe the last, tbh. No way this Miller guy is worth all this fuss.

And, action.

It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller. We take whatever we can get from him, between when we hear his truck two streets over, lightly running across the hollow wooden floors to put on our slippers. The low growl from his truck pipes (or yours) grows louder as he turns the corner onto the street. We watch as he drops out of the truck and thuds against the concrete, slamming that damn door closed. Probably how he lets all his ladies know he’s home. Our eyes follow his form, tapping all the way up to his front door before he takes those goddamn cowboy boots off. We stumble out of the front door and check the mail. Well, only for the third time that morning. What? We are all always expecting something, alright? You catch what you can before his shoulders disappear through the blue-chipped front door, right back into his house. We close the mailboxes simultaneously and sadly drip back to our front doors. No hello’s today.

Sometimes later in the night before supper, you’ll see the door shaped hole widen in the darkness, warmth boasting from behind as Joel’s form takes up the light, smiling as he pats Tommy on his way inside. Tommy usually drinks too much and stays the night, so we sit back and tend to the family. We ride our delusions in the meantime. Then, the cycle continues. It’s like… the cycle of life. You know?

He seems like your typical gentleman, Joel. A Southern-raised man, one who would let you be his nuclear-family sweetheart. Cook for him, clean for him, spread *it open for him, let his massive fucking hands feel any part of you they wanted. Especially if that meant they were to explore more under the stiff shirtwaist dresses. Or in. We would all rather him in.

Spread, what, exactly? Oh yeah dude, sorry. I meant: *Cunt, asshole, any part of you he wanted to look down the middle of and split open, really. We aren’t shy about it when it comes to talking to each other. Obviously.

The aforementioned Tommy?

That’s his brother, probably about seven or eight years younger. He is a beau too, but he doesn’t seem the type to really fuck it out of ya. I mean sure, he has done his fair share of fucking around with the moms’ of the neighborhood, too. Bug even whispered a tale of Tommy going after those mom’s college daughters, swooping in to help clean the pool before setting them gently on the concrete and swiping their panties to the side as he buried his face in them. He always made sure they were at least 22. This is only moments after the pretty younger girls make their way back into the pretty, white iron gates afront their parents' houses.

Fair enough, he has the same curls wrapping down the base of his neck, kissing the skin beneath them. He has the ‘Miller Smirk’ - what the town wives call it. The Miller brothers are known throughout the neighborhood for their distinct brand of charm. Both possess an effortless charisma that begs you to get on your knees. But they never let us. Sad. Their shared features aren’t few, but none are as similar and charming as their half-smiles. Grins always slightly tilted, as if they were sharing an inside joke with each other but not the rest of the world.

So of course Tommy is desired to an extent, physically, of course. Emotionally? Probably not. But shit, you’d have both if you could. Paris looks great this time of year. Anyways.

He wasn’t the Miller we all grappled over and wanted so deeply, despite a metal band around our fingers (or not). His competency and willingness. They way he looks at his daughter. Oh yeah…girl dad. The way he looks in the Texas heat. His back, flexed and sweating through his too-tight shirt. “The day that man wears a white shirt and it’s over 90 degrees- I will drop fucking dead. Someone take care of the kid for me,” Kat.

There’s been one story about Joel that is retold over and over like it’s fuckin’ Genesis Chapter 3, creation and all. The story on how, why, we all got here to begin with. No one can agree who first told it. Angela or Bug, shit…was it Chloe? Okay, okay, it really doesn’t matter at the moment. Just listen.

It was late August, three years ago. Hot and dripping with the dead-end heat of summer. Almost as if it was giving all it could before the last of it sputtered out and away, knowing Fall was right around the corner to take its place- happy to finally have a rest. A for sale sign that had been smiling at you for months was suddenly gone, the dirt still fresh from where it had been happily ripped. Joel Miller, Mr. Texas cowboy himself showed up one day as the crickets started singing, he kissed the cicadas goodbye for the season, unloaded the Miller Construction van and then he never left. A few weeks later after he and his brother fixed up the place, a little girl was running up the concrete to the front door. But there was no wife.

When he moved into the neighborhood, a new era dawned. It was one where the wives would rather mow the lawn, take the trash cans out on Wednesday nights, and tend to the long-forgotten garden. No really, all of our gardens are pristine now. Because somewhere not too far away there was a beautiful, muscular man with a mustache you wanted to wet, and God, his nose. A nose that was prominent even a few houses down, sun setting behind as it sat there strong and just uh- you knew a nose like that would be tickling your clit while he used his tongue other places. Or the other way around, whichever way you were sitting. Whatever way he wanted you to sit.

It was something about that deep navy cotton shirt his chest and shoulders grace about once or twice a week. The other is some form of a Lakers’ tee, yellow or purple, love-worn but scrunched up and stretched in the right places. You’ll see. Maybe that in itself, how it wraps around his sun-bathed/loved/kissed skin is the reason for everyone’s fever induced fluster. Maybe it’s the drawl, and the fact he absolutely drips of sex.

Most interactions end with deep breaths leaning against the door, knocking on your chest. Or texting the group message (we’ll add you in a minute, it’s called JMW)((Joel Miller’s Whores)). He always has something to say, something to coo at you while you in turn try not to purr back… at least with your mouth. Although no, because you would purr around him with your mouth if he’d only ask for it.

But you? Metaphorically, denoting us all. No, he would never look down upon you, between his eyelashes and brooding smile, dark, tanned skin smelling of the day- “want you to pull the pretty dress up and get on your knees. I’m tired from the day, workin’ so hard for this family. Leas’ you could do is suck my cock, no?” And he didn’t know it, but he was right. He did work so hard for this family. He was your maladaptive daydreaming, he’s what you giggle at during fake conversations, he was the cock slipping between your hungry folds at night.

Instead, it was half-baked smiles and short waves in the drop off line in the morning. He walks Sarah in, every single day. She’s getting to the age where she seems like she’d deter the sweet action, but she doesn’t- she loves him that much. We never see him in the afternoon, his barely-present wife (he has to have a wife, right? Like Bug says, “I mean look at him”), was probably the one picking up Sarah. Probably taking her to some even bigger house on the richer side of town because it's her turn to watch her. How the hell could you leave someone like Joel?

But regardless, we never see her. Never have the entire time we’ve peeked out of our blinds, running to turn off the lamp so no one can see the strip of light coming from the window.

He has never brought a woman inside of that house, let alone has anyone left it. Once, Tommy brought a girl to their Thanksgiving dinner and Vic told Kit she had come alone, first, and hugged Joel. That “Joel was extra smiley to her.” Moral of the story, we don’t know for sure if he’s still married or he’s just somehow keeping that dick to himself.

Jesus, Kat retold that story for three fucking weeks. But, we don’t really blame her. It was how it all began.

Don’t get me wrong, Joel Miller is available- if that pesky little wasp hive directly atop your living room window is getting out of hand, and you just happen to be a single mom who so desperately needs a man’s touch. Not like that. Well, yeah like that. Then, you could count on Joel Miller to back up his old blue truck bed into your driveway, set up his ladder, and allow you to spend the next hour watching through the window as his shirt pulls up his stomach as he does his diligent work.

His v-lines kissed by veins and tufted black hair towards his middle, peeking up and saying hello every time his jeans got a little too low. Musta forgot his usual belt. Or maybe his work belt was a tad too heavy today. Uh, to take that pressure off of his back for him, and into your hands.

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But him owing you? That’s a different kind of available. It was a week later, the morning before the mom gathering, and you had only seen Joel once. Yes… peaking through your blinds. Then you heard his voice.

“Hi ma’am,” he waved, turning your attention from where you were setting your bags in the car. “Sarah, ask the pretty lady what you wanted, don’t make her wait any longer in this heat.” He was loading his work tools into the bed of his pickup. Another bed of his you’d like to grace.

Shit. Maybe this Miller was worth the fuss.

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Part 2 later this week babes <3 It will be an actual fic, hehe.

@justagalwhowrites @cool-iguana @strang3lov3 @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @netherfeildren @chloeangelic

#700 followers #celebration #pedro pascal #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pascalsbby #joel miller x y/n #pedro pascal memes #carnal #tdahb #joel miller x reader #neighbor!joel #singledad!joel

[hellinglaozu]

Seventeen Romance - 1

CC: Transformation!

Next

This is a series of loosely connected arts & comics of wangxian in magical girl AU. I'll try to update every couple days!

#I wasn't going to post this until next year but I reached 700 followers today and that felt too lucky to not do something in celebration #if you notice references to Utena and other magical girl series then you are right #mdzs #wangxian #lan wangji #lwj #wei wuxian #wwx #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #fanart #fan comic #magical girl #mahou shoujo

[aintinacage]

Omega making friends

700 Followers Celebration | @locitapurplepink

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[desert-fern]

Hey Fern

Could I request a moodboard for the Dagger Squad doing games night? I feel like it would be the most wild and chaotic night ever.

Thanks ☺️

“That’s my property! $122 please!” / “No way! You don’t get paid when you’re in jail!”

Jess… they only got to play Monopoly once before it was banned. I tell you this would be a fantastic level of chaos, especially when Fanboy brought in Cards Against Humanity and let’s just say that the group is on a whole new level of crazy. They may rotate whose house they’re at, but CAH stays consistent.

You can find the rest of the moodboards here!

#Fern’s 700 followers celebration #moodboard #moodboard celebration #top gun maverick #dagger squad #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #bradley rooster bradshaw #bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #game night

[krirebr]

Congrats again on your well deserved milestone, lovely! 🥳❤️

If it sparks the muse, I would LOVE a drabble of WAM!Steve and Cole. I was so intrigued by their first part and how you wrote their dynamic and how Steve was a low key motherhen. I’d love to see more of him teaching Cole how to vampire!! Thank you! 🙏🏻

Thank you, Siri!! I so appreciate your support. 💜💜

Oh, the muse sparked hard. I wrote this one in a blink. Their dynamic is so fun for me. I hope you enjoy!

This is a few years after Steve takes Cole in.

And Gentle Persuasion

Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers, Soft!Dark Cole Turner

Warnings: blood, death, mind control, talk of humans as food, vampire stuff

We're All Monsters

“Cole.”

Cole looked up from where he was kneeling over the dead body. Steve was leaning against the door to the small cell, looking exasperated. Cole grimaced. “I don’t know how this happened,” he said.

Steve sighed and crouched down in front of him. “Yes, you do,” he said. “Tell me what happened this time.”

Cole stroked a finger down the now-dead young man’s cheek. “I just– I told him I loved him and wanted us to be together, you know? I wanted him to be mine. And he freaked out and I was just trying to calm him down, and maybe feed on him just a little, to show him how good it could be, but I was upset too. That he was being so unreasonable. And I guess I lost control.” He gestured to the blood that covered him and the floor of the cell.

Steve closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. When he opened his eyes again, he fixed Cole with a stern look. “So,” he said, “the same thing as last time. Why didn’t you just compel him to agree to it?”

Cole looked down, embarrassed. “I wanted it to be real.”

“Honey, we’ve talked about this. You’re still trying to hang onto your humanity, but it’s gone. You aren’t human anymore, you’re something so much better. You need to start acting like it, finally embrace it. Humans, they’re just animals. They’re food. Pets at the very most. They are here to serve us. We want something from them, we take it. Any vampire who treats them as equals has lost touch with what we are. Do you understand?”

Cole nodded. He did. Or he was trying to. Steve had been over it with him so many times. Cutter, too. Everyone here, really. But. He’d just– he’d always wanted to find the one when he’d been human and he never had. He thought maybe now that he was something more, that power was thrumming through his veins and Steve had taught him how to harness it, that he’d finally be able to find someone. But he still hadn’t. Maybe Steve was right, maybe he was looking in the wrong place.

Steve placed a gentle hand on Cole’s cheek, pulling him from his thoughts. “You know I’m only this upset because you keep doing this to menu items. We won’t have anything left to serve at the bar at this rate.”

Cole leaned into Steve’s hand. “I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Steve said and stood up. “Come on, I’ll have someone come clean this up.”

Cole stood up too and started to leave the cell, not looking back at the body. “Cutter’s gonna be pissed.”

Steve smiled, “Cutter’s always pissed. You leave her to me.” Cole took a few steps into the hallway before Steve stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, if it’s just a feed and a fuck you need, you come to me and I’ll get it for you. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

Cole gave him a bashful grin back. “Yeah, I know,” he said and thought for the millionth time how lucky he was that Steve had been the one to find him.

Kris's 700 Celebration

Tag lists are open

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[nowimyurdaisy]

congratulations on 700 followers, you deserve it!!🩷

could i please get talking about future plans when cuddling with charles. please & thank you!!

AWW thank you rach 💗

"so" Charles started.

"so?" You asked, as he layed his head on your chest as you played with his hair.

"do you ever think about getting married?" He looked up at you with puppy eyes.

"all the time, do you?" You responded fingers tangled in his hair.

"yea, we would have a small outdoor spring wedding"

"with flowers?" You asked.

"yes lots and lots of flowers, y/f/f of course," you smiled at that. "You'd wear a princess dress with lace trimming, the most beautiful girl in the world."

A silence fell over you two, and you smiled, "we'd have 2 kids, one boy one girl, or 2 little girls." You sighed, "and we'd love here, in Monaco, they would grow up to be just like their father, in love with go karts and race cars."

Charles laughed at that, "I'll buy us a big house y/n/n, where we can watch our kids grow up, and we could still go to races on free weekends, and we could spend summer evenings on the boat."

"I'd like that, I'd really like that." you hummed, resting your head on his head.

Charles' fingers collided with yours, your hands intertwined, as you laid there in your bed together, thinking about your future.

#700 followers celebration #em's celebration #700 followers #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #rachel 🍦 #f1 #blurb celebration

[judgementdaysunshine]

🌊: sunflowers. And I want you to write it for whoever you think of first!

This is my favorite 🥺

You're my sunflower in a field of roses

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: After a hard day Rhea tells you how much you mean to her and judgement day

You felt drained as you sat on the couch your body sore and heavy as tears of frustration as Rhea walked behind you noticing how you're being hard on yourself. You had been having a rough patch at your job as a nurse taking care of quite a few patients one you grew close to who had just passed an hour ago and it broke you ever since you found out from your co-worker as you were on your way home. Not only that but you had been also dealing with severe anxiety and depression due to not having your family to support you since they were far away and some of them disowned you for having the courage to get up and walk away from the chaotic and unhappy life you had back in your hometown meeting rhea not too long after moving to Orlando Florida. You met her and the judgement day when you were exploring town after spending the first week unpacking and getting used to being in your apartment helping her up after she accidentally fell while joking around with Finn ending up joining the four on their day out becoming a part of the group immediately and a year later you and rhea started dating with some help from the other three helping get the two of you together. You turn looking at rhea after feeling a hand on your shoulder hugging her tightly as you cried being held in her arms until your cries became sniffles "I just don't feel anything hon...I lost a patient who I became friends with, I have been working without a day off, and...my depression and anxiety is just eating away at me I don't feel...good enough" she moves your head up with her fingers under your chin staring into each other's eyes. "It's okay to feel like that but don't let it consume you and I will help you I won't leave you ever" you hug each other as she rocks back and forth holding you to her "You're my sunflower in a field of roses my love you're my world" you smile kissing her as you lay on the couch watching tv until you fell asleep and she carried you to the bedroom where she cuddled you and fell asleep.

#rhea ripley #follower celebration #wwe x reader #700 followers celebration #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #judgementdaysunshine's 700 followers celebration #judgementdaysunshine

[devils-dares]

hi bee!! so proud of you for 700, ilysm!!! can i get partners in crime #18 with matt and a fem reader please?! love you 😁🫶🏻

#18 - falling asleep in each other's arms after a stressful mission

wordcount: 460

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“That all?” The metal container makes a hollow thunk sound as he sets it down on the coffee table. You nod, feeling the fresh burn of stitches in your skin.

The two of you had been trying to take intel from an organized crime family, and had gotten caught in the act when you were cornered in a room. You’d been sliced and Matt apologized profusely about not having caught them sooner, to which you replied with, “Can’t get it up when it’s life or death but you can taste my cheat meal off my lips for fun.”

He did not find that funny.

Now, although you were insistent you could move on your own, he carried you to bed. He pulled your suit completely off of you, and dressed you in a pair of his sweatpants and his shirt before your goosebumps could rise.

“I have to eat, Matt.” You say.

“I’ll bring you some food and painkillers, you relax here and try not to bust any stitches.” You mock him once he turns his back on you and he sticks up his middle finger in retaliation.

He returns with some hot tea and snacks, as well as painkillers, which you’re eternally grateful for. He climbs into bed as you eat after shedding his suit and changing, and pulls you close as you sip your tea.

“You okay?” You reach a hand up and stroke his stubble dotted cheek.

“Yeah, just bruised and-”

“You know that’s not what I mean. I know how hard you took it when I got hurt.”

“I just,” he started, “what if it was more than a slice? What if his aim was better? What if-”

“I’m fine, Matt, I’m still here and I’m not going anywhere.” He smiled down at you.

“Now that’s unfortunate.” He said, and your laugh flooded his chest with warmth. You placed your now empty mug on your bedside table and scooted closer to him.

“Hold me?” You ask, and of course he obliges. The two of you slip down to rest your heads on your pillows and you place a hand on his chest.

“I love you, Matty, don’t you forget that.” Fingers running up and down your arm paused for a second, and then squeeze your upper arm in an act of comfort.

“I love you too, princess.” His hand covers yours on his chest, and he brings your palm up to his lips to press a kiss to the center.

You let him fall asleep first, seeing the stress lines leave his face. You watch for a bit, his breaths even and peaceful. Sinking down a bit lower, your ear rests directly above his heart, and you allow the steady thudding to lull you to sleep.

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[matthewkniesys]

🍒 "you love me?" "i always have." with trevor please!

You've loved going to hockey games for as long as you can remember but it feels different when your best friend is one of the skaters on the ice. Seeing Trevor step out onto the ice hits you hard. I mean, obviously you knew he would be playing tonight but it still kinda felt like you were having an out of body experience.

Trevor's been playing in the NHL for almost 2 whole seasons but you've never been able to see him yet since you have such a hectic college schedule. You've seen him play on TV but nothing compares to being in the Honda center when he's on the ice.

You go through the game feeling euphoric. At the end, you feel as if you've been in a daze for the last 3 hours. You make your way through the crowds, down to where the families,friends and girlfriends of the players are waiting. You can't wait to see Trevor. Since Trev made the big leagues you haven't seen him much since you live hundreds of miles away from each other.

You see him and he instantly opens his arms waiting for you to run into them. You do just that. You launch yourself into him, burrowing your head into his chest.

"God, I've missed you so much." Trevor mumbles into your hair.

"I've missed you, too."

"I love you so much, y/n"

Not thinking anything of it, you say it right back. "Love you too, Trevy."

"No y/n, you don't understand. I love, love you."

You blink, not sure you're hearing your best friend right. "You, you love me?"

"Yeah y/n, I always have and probably always will."

You look into his clear eyes, willing the tears in yours not to fall. "I Trevor- I love you too. I never thought you could love me though. You're this big shot hockey player and I'm just your hometown best friend."

"That's why I love you so much, y/n. You love me for me. The me I was as a kid and the me I am now. Not the Trevor that I put on for everyone else. You know and love the real me. And I'll always love you for that."

700 follower celebration

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[runningfrom2am]

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS 💖💖. you deserve this so so much.

i would like to send in something for wildest dreams. the song long live with rafe cameron

ahh thank you!! also i hope this is somewhat what you pictured!! it is a little sad oops-

i heard this song live this weekend twice and i cried both times this is one of my favourite songs ever i could kiss you rn for requesting this omg

long live (r.c)

pairing: rafe x reader

wc: 760

it was your grad party, which you were kind enough to host at your families beach house. rafe remembers it like it was yesterday, the way you stumbled up to your kitchen table and stood on top of it with a bluetooth mic in your hand, clumsily climbing on top of the sturdy stained wood and taking a drink out of the wine bottle you had in one hand before clearing your throat and speaking. he’d been at your side all night- the kook king and queen of kildare county, respectively.

you weren’t together, never had been, but the two of you were unavoidably intertwined by your titles and your families, but this never bothered either of you. not one bit. he stared up at his best friend with pride in his eyes, awaiting your second valedictorian speech of the night. first being on stage, professional, heartwarming to everyone’s parents in the audience- enough to make him be the first out of his seat in your standing ovation.

you giggle into the mic, not intending to start your speech this way, but it was enough to get everyone to listen as the music played in the background. “i missed something important in my speech today.” you laughed, your bottle of wine now shoved under your arm while you hold the mic with both hands. “i wanted to say, to all of you, we had a good run! i’m proud of us!” you shout, everyone clapping and hollering in response. “so, tonight, let’s dance like our lives will never be the same- because i know that they won’t. this is the start of.. everything! for all of us, and i just love you all so much. i had the time of my life with you. let’s hold on to these wonderful memories forever.” you gush, making your friends aw at you while drunken cheers continued.

that’s when you locked eyes with rafe, standing right below you at the edge of the table. you smile and hold one hand out to him, motioning for him to join you on the table. he smiles and takes it gladly, climbing up next to you. “now,” you smile. “bring on all the pretenders, and the careers, and everything life throws at us!” you shouted, stumbling a little and rafe was quick to stable you with an arm around your waist.

rafe smiled down at you, ignoring completely the states and attention of everyone around you. he swiftly grabs the mic out of your hand, holding it up and gesturing to you as he yells into it. “long live the kook queen of kildare!”

everyone cheered, making you blush and shake your head, giving him a playful smack on the shoulder. the music starts blasting again as you stepped down with a helpful hand from your best friend, who you quickly guided outside to a quieter place.

“rafe.” you smiled, hand still entwined with his as you stood on the grass under a starlit sky.

“y/n.” he replied, nodding at you expectantly.

“can you promise me something?”

rafe nodded quickly. “of course.”

“can we be friends forever?” you asked, making his heart melt with the innocence of it.

“always.” rafe smiled.

“but, i mean, if god forbid fate should step in- and force us to say goodbye. if you have kids one day, can you tell them my name?” you asked hopefully. the tone of your voice was full of an existential dread and childish excitement, which he knew was brought on by you leaving for school out of the country in just a few short months. “tell them- tell them how the crowds went wild!” you giggled, struggling a little to get your point across. “and tell them- tell them how i hope they shine, you know? like you and i.”

“i would tell them.” rafe agreed. “but you can tell them yourself.” he hummed, stepping slightly closer and lifting his free hand to your chin. his heart was beating faster, faster, faster as he processed the risk he was finally taking, as he leaned down to kiss you for the first time.

“dad?” rafe is abruptly pulled from the memory as he looks over the scrapbook in his lap, catching himself smiling down at a picture of the two of you standing on your kitchen table over ten years ago. “who’s that?” his daughter asks, pointing to where you stood in the image, mic in one hand and the half empty wine bottle still tucked loosely under your arm.

“that’s y/n… she was my best friend.”

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[sirowsky-stories]

Temple of Love

Sirowsky's 600 & 700 Followers Celebration

Submitted by @bilibiche Prompt #12: How did you do that? Prompt #15: I swear I'm not drunk. Character: Pero Tovar

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Pero Tovar x Gender Neutral Reader. AU. Meet cute. Pero has no right to be this hot while twirling deadly weapons around like chop-sticks, okay! Sexual tension galore. Highly suggestive narrative. Soundtrack: Sisters of Mercy - Temple of Love Word Count: 1570 Masterlist of the Celebration Sirowsky's Main Masterlist

   You’re late for the first class, rushing into the building where you find no staff at the front desk who can direct you, so for a moment, you just stand there looking around, wondering which door you’re supposed to take.    There are only three people working here, all of whom are instructors, so the front desk is only manned in between classes or when one of them doesn’t have anything on schedule.

   A whiteboard behind the desk shows which classes are available today, and at which times, but it doesn’t say where each one is. So, you’re just gonna have to peek through the doors at random, hoping you won’t disturb anyone.    Fittingly, the first door you crack open leads to a cleaning and maintenance room, both of which you should really apply to your own life so that you might regain some order.

   Opening the second door on the same side of the hallway reveals what looks like a lunchroom for the staff, and now you’re getting seriously frustrated with yourself, so you move to the other side of the corridor and click the closest door open.    It’s the wrong room but you end up frozen on the threshold as the sight that meets you leaves you breathless.

   A man is training alone in there. You’ve never seen the actual man before, but his picture is on the wall in the reception, so you know that his name is Pero and that he works here, but that’s also all you know about him.    You had no idea that he’s apparently an expert swordsman.    While you stand there, mesmerized by the rapid glimmer of the lights reflected in the metal as the man twirls and swings in perfect synchronicity, you can hear how the swords sing.

   Without even knowing it, you’re drawn into the room, carefully closing the door behind you, not even glancing away from the hypnotizing display before you.    But you remain right by the wall just inside the door, afraid to get too close and even more afraid that the guy might get angry at you if you disrupt his routine. So, you just stand there, like a statue, trying to work out how he can do any of this without cutting himself to pieces.

   Then suddenly, he stops. It happens so abruptly that you flinch at the sudden lack of motion, when just half a second ago you were having trouble keeping up with the lightning-fast movements.    He’s not done, though. He seems to be ending one routine and starting another, and if you’re not mistaken, you see his eyes momentarily lock with yours when he steps to the side to turn on some music, before he starts going again.

   And amazingly… impossibly… he’s moving even faster now.    Building speed as he goes, finding the rhythm to Temple of Love, he’s now using the entire floor, whistling past you at a mere three-foot distance, leaping into the air and flipping around in what looks like impossible maneuvers to your eyes.    He’s not just fast, he’s crazy agile too. And you feel like maybe he’s showing off. Just a tad.

   Not that you mind. You’d happily watch this all day.

   Sadly, it soon ends, when he returns to the center of the room and once again becomes completely still, this time even dropping to his knees and putting the swords down.    It isn’t until he’s gotten up, turned the music off and is walking towards you that you remember why you’re even here.

   “S-sorry… I was looking for…” you try, but your mind goes blank when he pulls his white t-shirt off and starts using it as a towel on his literally dripping wet neck, chest and arms.

   “Yes?” he softly prompts you to continue, and you could swear that you see a small smirk in the lines around his mouth as he watches your eyes follow the contours of his muscles.

   “Um… I was looking for the self-defense class.”

   “That’s at the end of the hall. Another three doors down,” he politely directs you, and you know that you should leave, that you’re already way late, but somehow your legs aren’t moving.

   “You should put some numbers on the doors, or something,” is all you can think to say, and he smiles and nods.

   “We’re waiting to have them repainted with chalk paint so that we can write on them.”

   “Oh. That’s clever,” you dumbly reply while your eyes once again drift away from his, tracing the slow movement of a single drop of sweat, trickling down his Adam’s apple and then briefly stopping in the little dip between his collar bones, before continuing down his sternum.

   “Find something interesting?” he asks, snapping your attention back to his face, but thankfully finding him only bemused by your ogling.

   “Well, uh, I was just wondering… How did you do that?” you manage to say, despite your growing shame at your own lack of restraint.

   “I first learned as a young boy. And as with anything you want to master, it takes thousands of hours of practice, first with sticks, then blunt blades, and finally the real thing.    But what I teach here is more basic. Usually, actors who need to learn not to look useless holding a sword in a movie or tv-show.”

   “That seems like a waste of talent, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

   “No, that’s alright. There isn’t much need for my level of skill in the real world. I don’t do this as a way of fighting, it’s more like… meditation,” he explains, and you’re a bit surprised at the admission that he might need that kind of soul cleansing.

   He notices your slight reaction, but it only makes him smile.

   “I have plenty of reasons to need meditation. Everyone does. And most of us do find our own way to it. Some play golf, some play video games. Others walk dogs or ride horses.    What’s your thing?” he finishes by turning the topic over to you, and you’re momentarily stunned.

   “I don’t know… I like to read, I guess. That usually helps me relax.”

   “Good,” he nods approvingly, but then his smile turns a bit sly. “Still not great at reading the time, though.”

   “Oh, shit!” you gripe, remembering your class. “I’m so sorry I bothered you, sir.”

   “Don’t worry about it,” he kindly offers, and you finally manage to coax your legs into turning you around.

   But as you turn, you stumble down from the thin mat which protects the floor, and people’s limbs from breaking, and you’re about to fall on your face when he catches you.

   “Careful, there. It’s easy to snag the soles of your shoes in the added grip of the mat.”

   Afraid that you’re just gonna embarrass yourself even more if you try to speak, you just smile and nod before heading for the door.    You hadn’t even realized that you’d stepped onto the mat at all. When had you done that?    The question becomes moot, however, when you go to open the door, miss the handle and end up walking straight into the wooden frame.

   Instead of stepping back, you just rest your forehead against the door, putting your hands on your hips in pointless defiance of your own stupidity, trying to bury the humiliation by just not looking at him, because you know that he saw it.

   “I swear I’m not drunk,” you grumble, surely looking like a complete idiot but too far gone to care.

   “I didn’t think so,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Still… maybe I should drive you home.”

   You lift your head away from the door and drop your arms down your sides, frowning deeply as you try to ascertain if he actually just said that or if you merely imagined it.    Your own brain is too unreliable right now, so you turn around to look at him in the hopes of finding an answer, but he’s just standing there, as leisurely as ever.

   “What?” you try, and after a moment, he smiles again.

   “I said that maybe I should drive you home. You seem dangerously distracted.”

   “Well, I wholeheartedly and unapologetically blame you for that. No one should be so talented and look that good,” you retort, before mentally chastising yourself, because you might as well be drunk.

   You never talk like that to strangers. Not ever.

   He steps closer then, until he’s crowding you against the back of the door, and his smell hits your senses like a sledgehammer.    Sweat, of course, but remnants of deodorant as well. And when his hand comes up to brush a stray hair back into place, you can smell the metal and leather of the handles of his swords.

   “If I do take you home,” he starts, and his voice is honey now, deep and low, “then I’ll need to come inside and make sure you get to bed alright.    So, with that in mind, I’ll ask again: Do you want me to drive you home?”

   You try to think rationally, to weigh the potential dangers against the potential benefits, but if your mind wasn’t working before, it sure as shit ain’t working now.    All you’ve got is how you feel, in this moment right now, and there’s no ambivalence present. You know exactly what you want.    For once, it’s an easy answer.

   “Yes. Please.”

THE END

Massive thanks to @bilibiche for putting the image of a sweat-soaked Pero Tovar showing off with shiny swords into my head, cause that's gonna take a hot minute to scrub out! XD Seriously though, this was a hoot! Thank you, love.

@pedrostories @harriedandharassed

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[mrissineko]

Thank you for 700 followers!

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[pascalsbby]

🤍 700 Followers Celebration 🪩

Part l: Hot Single Dad of The Neighborhood

It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller.

I thought, let’s make it a celebration. So I asked @justagalwhowrites @cool-iguana @strang3lov3 @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @netherfeildren @chloeangelic if i could use their *names. They have all inspired me + constantly support everyone around them. I love getting lost in your worlds, too 🤍

*They were only aware of their names being used, not how! If I indicate they say something, they aren’t really, nor have they endorsed it.

Pretend we’re all at a campfire, telling our little stories…you know, the ones about that cute, single, girl dad.

Part ll: An actual fic where you and hot single neighborhood Joel get together.

I would love if you sent me any smut prompts and/or nsfw alphabet!!

I know myself too well & know I won’t get to them quickly, but for future times when I wanna pick them up, write something different, etc.

You guys!!!! I wanted to say hi, hello. I hope you’re having a good day and you’re doing well. I’m rooting for you! I’m proud of you.

These past couple of months I’ve been writing (again), has felt like a returning to myself. A few lost pieces have come crawling back. I had just graduated college and was stepping back into a reality I didn’t want to return to. But this has helped immensely. You! Have helped immensely.

Thank you for all of your love, thoughts, reblogs, comments, likes- all of it. I read them constantly and giggle about it. I can’t wait to keep writing!!

I always welcome messages, submissions, dm’s, anything!!

Here are some people who are always making me feel loved: @cool-iguana @rubyfruitjungle @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @megangovier20 @mishasminion360 @milla-frenchy @worhols @strang3lov3 and SO MANY MORE!!!

Here is your badge for being amazing:

It’s a png, so you should be able to put it over anything. If you do, I wanna see!!

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