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Not that kind of ride

Kingsman - Harry Hart x fem!reader

Based on this ask: Hello! Can you write one with the Fem!Reader “innocently” teasing Harry and him being so sexually frustrated and he lets that frustration out ;)

Y’all are thirsty my my. It’s a classic prompt, and I took inspiration from this piece by @ardentmuse​ because it’s the first one I ever read from her and I loved it. Go check it out. 

Summary: The major downside of being a female Kingsman? Honeypots. The biggest upside? Honeypots with Harry Hart.

Word count: 2k (oops)

Warnings: *sing song voice* smut smut smut; swearing; fighting; unwanted advances; definite sex-in-the-car kink ur welcome 

(gif credits to original owner)

Honeypot missions were, as a rule, not your favorite. 

But honeypot missions with Harry Hart, on whom your not-so secret crush had been steadily developing for some months, were even worse. 

For a reason you simply could not fathom, Merlin kept putting the two of you together, as if twice as much handsome would somehow enhance chances of success.

Usually all it did was enhance chances of fuck ups. 

Your target, another one of these big shots, was a known womanizer. Your part of the job was basically done the moment you waltzed into that ballroom, your cleavage on display and about three quarters of your leg exposed through a high-thigh slit. 

In a normal situation you’d have gone for one or the other but this was not a normal situation. 

So, you accepted your fate through gritted teeth, wondering why exactly your talent as an agent was always equated to your sex appeal. 

Eggsy found it fucking hilarious. Especially the constipated look on Harry’s face each time a hand flew up your leg, or an arm wound itself around your waist. 

So, Harry was condemned to watch from the sidelines as the jilted ex/date/boyfriend/husband or whatever else you happened to be going undercover as. And he hated it. 

He watched your position at the bar, your back to him. He wasn’t quite sure how that dress was supposed to stay on if both front and back were equally as exposed, but then he didn’t claim to be an expert. All it did right now was distract him from his task, which was to keep an eye on you and an ear on his mic. 

Your target had spotted you immediately. 

He joined you by the bar, hand already in motion, settling on your shoulder. You didn’t flinch. You were supposed to play the part of the bored girlfriend, and it was a game you knew well. 

Harry could hear you talk through his earpiece. He knew your entire strategy: feign indifference, let them talk themselves up a bit (usually involving money, cars, and the likes), then proceed. 

The man pulled you in, so close to him as to effectively stall any chances of your getting the room key before getting into said room. His hands then went to grab your behind, feeling you up and down shamelessly and all you could do was feign interest. 

What you truly felt was complete disgust. If there was a pair of hands you wanted on you - had ever wanted on you - those were certainly not his. The aforementioned pair of hands, last you checked, were closed around a martini.

Merlin and Eggsy had a bet for which one of you was going to blow first; Eggsy had bet on you, assuming Harry “didn’t ‘ave the game, luv, sorry” but Merlin, with a knowing and mildly pained smile, said “oi, you didn’t know him when he was young.” 

They left it at that, leaving you more confused, and more… curious, than ever before. 

You were pretty sure Merlin was going to lose his bet because Harry didn’t look like he was about to get his “game” on any time soon. 

And it was driving you positively crazy. 

Cut to the fancy hotel room you were now being led to, you analyzed every possible outcome. 

One: you pretended to enter the room, thus avoiding any cameras, and knocked that pathetic excuse of a human being clean out once inside. Two: you managed to sneak the key out by sliding a hand under his suit jacket. Didn't look feasible given the timeframe. And three: you pushed things along until Harry got there as backup in case things got out of hand. 

You chose option one. It seemed the safest, and the most entertaining one. Leave Harry to figure out where exactly you were.

There was obvious flirtation between the two of you, after all, and you knew you weren’t just dreaming it. Out of all the other female agents, whether in field or tech, Harry never called them “darling” or “love.” He never brought them coffee, or asked them if they were alright when they looked tired. 

So what was his deal? You’d made your interest clear enough - at least in your opinion - and all the hints you dropped made approximately the same sound as the few neurons racing each other inside that tycoon’s skull: silence. 

“After you, sugar.” 

His drooping American accent, together with the disagreeable feeling of having to turn your back on him, had your senses on hyper alert. 

A fact you were incredibly thankful for since no sooner had you stepped into the loft than a tall, Hulk-like individual descended upon you, grabbing at every part of your person he could reach. His knife nipped you right above your breasts, missing the strap of your dress by a hair. 

Thankfully for you, your dress, and your dignity, you dodged, gun already in hand as you quickly neutralized him, eyes darting around the room watching for others. 

“Just as I thought. You and your handsome fella just looked too good to be true.”

“Why, thank you,” came a wry voice from the doorway, just as you heard the distinct sound of a taser going. 

With a very undignified gurgling sound, your target went down, properly knocked out. 

“Files are in the cabinet. That’s where he looked first thing when I got his guy.”

Without a word, Harry secured the files, taking pictures through his glasses. You kept your eye on the two buffoons, your ear trained on the hallway. 

“We’ll get into the car, and I’ll look over that.”

Without thinking, Harry let his thumb run right above the wound. your skin tingled at the contact, involuntarily leaning into his touch. 

His eyes met yours, and even in the dimly lit room, you could see how dark they were. 

Before you could open your mouth, he’d already drawn you to him, his hand on the small of your back. His nose touched yours; chest to chest, and hearts beating, you could feel his breath on your cheeks. This embrace was the one you’d been wanting all night, and he was giving it to you now? 

You didn’t have time to do much thinking, because then Harry finally kissed you. His hands encircled your waist, gripping your hips fiercely. You abandoned yourself to his kiss, returning the favor as your hands tugged on his hair, massaging his neck. 

“I’ve been waiting all bloody night to do that.” 

You hummed, brushing your nose to his. You liked the way your breaths mingled and how your hearts seemed to beat at the same accelerated pace. 

“Shit, Merlin, you win.” 

You heard Harry chuckle. Eggsy sounded incredibly pissed. You could see Merlin disgusted face from here. 

“Get your asses out of here. Car’s waiting for you two idiots by the back entrance.”

A few minutes later found you and Harry sitting in a very non subtle limousine. You could only assume that if anyone was looking for you, they probably wouldn’t think to look for a big, classy, black Mercedes. Hence the limousine. 

Harry whistled. 

“Well I never got that kind of ride before, that’s for sure.”

Funny how such an innocent sentence could invoke all sorts of salacious thoughts in your mind. Those salacious thoughts turned devious as you noticed the incredibly opaque screen separating you from the driver’s seat. 

Oh, Harry wasn’t getting out of that ride before you’d… settled the air between you. 

The driver’s voice, muffled, warned you of the traffic, and that it could take longer to arrive at destination. 

You could feel your grin turn into a full wolf smile. 

Harry settled down by your side, and you didn’t leave him much choice. As soon as he was seated, you removed your glasses, tucking them neatly in your handbag. Before he could speak, you removed his, placing them in your handbag as well, before resuming the kiss. 

(fun under the cut)

Harry was stunned. He already knew that things could get out of hands, based off the simple fact that he was so fucking desperate for you. That, and you were in a car. 

Apparently, you’d thought that fact through and decided you didn’t care, because next thing he knew, you were sitting on his lap, a mischievous smile on those godforsaken lips. 

Harry was sure you knew what ample view of your cleavage he had from that vantage point. His eyes fixed on the small wound atop your right breast. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, and was just there, daring him to do what he so desperately wanted. 

Your skin was burning where his eyes were fixed. 

Deciding Harry needed some more persuasion, you perched yourself astride him, staring back down at him as you undid your updo, letting your locks fall to your waist, grazing Harry’s fingers. 

Casually reaching for your handkerchief, you slowly removed your lipstick, dragging the cloth over your lips in an agonizingly slow motion. 

“We don’t want any red lipstick on that collar, now, do we?” 

Not only was Harry stunned by this point, he was incredibly aroused. 

He knew the happy-go-lucky, goofy, charming, sexy, side of you. But you’d never been more desirable as you were right now, stating your wants so blatantly. That made him want you even more. 

Your hands fell on either side of his head, bearing your weight down on him, hips onto hips. The very audible groan that earned you made your skin flush with pleasure. 

Harry’s hands grabbed your thighs, holding you down on him. Your lips, now lipstick free, found his ear. You traced a path down to his throat with heavy kisses, breathing in his minty scent. 

“Darling, we’re in a car,” was all he could muster, the feel of you simply too much for him. 

“He said there’s traffic.”  

The decisive argument came when Harry found the zipper to your dress. 

His hands roamed your back, feeling the soft skin beneath. You enjoyed the rough feel of his calloused hands, especially when they found the very sensitive skin right below your breasts, teasing you there. 

You arched yourself against him, rolling your hips on his, feeling the evidence of his desire. His mouth latched onto your neck, beginning a slow descent downwards towards your breasts. Hips rolling and bucking, you let your head go, biting your lips as to muffle any moans as his mouth found the sensitive skin beneath the hem of your dress. 

You felt his hands rake across your back, pressing you to him frantically as his mouth tortured your breast. In retaliation, your hands flew to his belt, undoing it in one swift motion and reaching inside his pants. His response was immediate, muffled against your skin, as he panted out a breathy moan. 

His breath became more frantic as your ministrations accelerated, your name rolling off his lips a few times as he pushed into your hand. Just before his release, you pulled your hand away, the sharp contact with the air making him hiss. 

Mouths came colliding as he entered you. You were enthralled by the look on his face: eyes shut, teeth ground into his lips to keep silent, cheeks flushed. 

“Y/N… Sweetheart, I… I won’t hold out…” you cut him off, finger on his lips as he thrust into you with greater force. 

Your hips ground into his, desperate for that friction you desperately needed. As if on cue, Harry’s hand reached underneath your dress, pressing against your bud. You couldn’t contain a gasp as you rocked into his hand, feeling your release fast approaching. 

Harry held out just in time for you to come with him, mouths against skin; his biting down on your breast as you felt him thrust inside you one last time; yours against his ear, your moan making him tremble, exhausted in his pleasure. 

That was definitely not the kind of ride he was used to. 

He fervently hoped that car would never reach its destination. 

lol sorry i can’t do short pieces your girl needs 2000 years to set the scene. Also modified the prompt a tiny bit, hope that’s alright. 

Taglist: @justawriterinprogress; @tonystrksslut; @emilyyblackkk 

#request #writing #harry hart #harry hart x reader #fem!reader #harry hart x fem!reader #kingsman #kingsman: the secret service #kingsman: the golden circle #agent galahad #agent galahad x reader #original work #one shot #// smut

[writersmacchiato]

Summary: In their podcast Oh, Wicked? Pitts and Meeks discuss their latest case with a special appearance from Y/N - their eye witness to an unusual siting deep in the woods. However, they aren’t sure what happened and only you know the answer to that. 

{Part One}

———

“Welcome to another episode of Oh, Wicked?”

[Theme song plays]

Pitts: Today we’re discussing a local favorite: the Russell family.

Meeks: The Russell family were a prominent name in the town of Morin Harbor, a small coastal area that relied on ships to bring in trade. John Russell and his wife Martha had three kids: John, Molly, and Billy. The two oldest would die in childbirth, leaving only Billy.

Pitts: Billy was considered to be a normal child during that time period. He wasn’t interested in his studies, but rather following in the footsteps of his father who was a sea captain. His mother disapproved, but his father was delighted. Billy grew up learning the trade. Although, he seemed like any other kid, Billy would often be found on the cliffs on the edge of town. His mother was worried that he would kill himself.

Meeks: So imagine that you’re just a towns-person back then, during the depression, and you’re watering your crops or something and you see little Billy over yonder by the cliffs.

Pitts: Just little ole’ Billy chilling by the cliffs, no biggie.

Meeks: Ironically nothing happens there.

Pitts: Martha was concerned about her son’s safety but it would be her daughter-in-law that she would have to be worried about. Only she didn’t know it at the time.

Meeks: When World War One began, Billy enlists into the navy and he serves two years before he’s sent home. A lot of fucked up shit happens to Billy and he doesn’t come back the same man.

Pitts: The townspeople are like ‘oh it’s Billy Russell, what a sweet kid’. And Billy is definitely not the same sweet kid they remember.

Meeks: Billy had gotten married before he enlisted and his wife, Margaret, had gotten pregnant before he left. His son James was two years old when he came back from the war. It was hard making the adjustment. Margaret wrote to her sister and quote, “it’s like living with a stranger. I do not know the man who sleeps beside me.” End quote.

Pitts: That’s kinda sad…like imagine that you wait all those years for your husband to come home and when he does, it’s not the same man.

Meeks: Yeah…it’s sad.

Pitts: And, that’s just how it was back then. They didn’t have PTSD or ways to treat those symptoms.

Meeks: they just sorta fucked up shit and everyone was like ‘oh you know how the war changes people’.

Pitts: I mean…that doesn’t justify murdering your family, but back then it probably would’ve passed.

[Meeks laughs]

Meeks: ‘Oh no, a murder! Alas, he had…the touch of war upon him so it’s no biggie. .’

Pitts, laughing: That’s fucked up.

Meeks: Anyway, you have Billy Russell and he’s changed because of the war. His wife is pregnant with their second child and that’s when it all goes downhill…

[Audio clip of thunder plays]

Meeks, continues: So, pregnant yet again, Margaret expresses concern to her mother. Her mother basically tells her she’s a bad wife and mother and that she needs to pray to god more. Usual mother/daughter talk.

Pitts: So…back then, women had to basically take whatever shit men gave them on top of what the other women also gave them. It’s awful. I would like to apologize on all men’s behalf to women. You deserve so much more than what you’ve been given.

Meeks: That was touching. And off track.

Pitts: Margaret is deeply depressed and doesn’t notice the darkness that is consuming Billy. Or rather doesn’t want to know. Her son James even expresses concern, but she tells him to pray to God and everything will be fine.

Meeks: ‘I’m afraid that papa will murder me in my sleep’. ‘Don’t worry James, just pray to god and he’ll protect you always’. Like, what!? It blows my mind…

Pitts: Perhaps one of the most well known stories of Morin Harbor is the Russell Family. Specifically what locals coined ‘The Rush to Madness’.

Meeks: …I give them negative points for that title.

Pitts: It’s just like any other night. Margaret makes supper, cleans their house, and prepares the kids for bed. Mary is still young enough to sleep in her own cot in the sitting room. James would sleep next to her on a mattress to look out for Mary. Billy would stand at the edge of the cliffs, like he did when he was a boy. When he comes in, Margaret can sense a change in him, and fretfully goes to bed with James. She reads him a story, before falling asleep.

[Pitts clears his throat]

Pitts, continued: Unknown to him then, but that is the last time James will ever see his mother again. Hearing strange noises from his sister, he goes to investigate. Billy has killed baby Mary. Scared, James flees the house into the woods. Never to be seen again. When the locals found out what Billy did, they had him hung in the town square. They never recovered a body for James. Margaret and Mary are buried on the cliffs, in the old cemetery.

Meeks: It’s horrific what happened to the Russell family.

[Pitts sighs]

Meeks, continued: Every town has something bad in them, and Morin Harbor unfortunately is rife with bad things.

Pitts: There are a lot of theories of what happened that night. The most popular, and widely accepted, is that Billy Russell snapped that night. Having to hear his baby cry every night, getting little sleep, and feeling like a stranger in his home caused him to lose his sanity.

Meeks: What’s known about him, with the war and all, it’s likely that’s what happened. What interests me, though, is that they never recovered the body of James. A farmer saw Billy wandering the woods, covered in blood, and they searched for weeks but never found James.

Pitts: Another theory is that Billy saw something that made him kill his family. He struggled with his involvement with the war, but he was never a violent man. The cliffs were dangerous back then, hard to reach, with loose, shaky ground. Early reports, when Morin Harbor was just beginning, had sailors speaking of Sirens—

Meeks: Sirens?

[Pitts sighs]

Pitts, annoyed: We’ve been over this. Meeks is the worst with lore.

Meeks: I just block out seventy percent of what you say.

Pitts: A Siren would lure sailors with their voices, singing to them, to crash their boats on the rocky shores of their islands.

Meeks: So, how would Morin have Sirens? It isn’t an island.

Pitts: Morin Harbor is surrounded by three bodies of water, with only one way out. It can only be left during low tide, the bridge is too dangerous to cross otherwise. It’s not unlikely for a Siren to be here.

Meeks: Okay, you’ve convinced me.

Pitts: Shut up. So, there were reports of Sirens in Morin. Some people speculated that when Billy was at the cliffs, he heard the Siren song, and went back to kill his family, driven by the Siren.

Meeks: I mean…that’s kind of far stretched.

Pitts: That’s just one of the theories. Something akin to an urban legend is what happened to James Russell.

Meeks: Every kid raised in Morin Harbor was told to stay out of the woods.

Pitts: The ghost of Billy Russell would take your soul, to have something to play with, if you went into the woods.

Meeks: I’ve never been in the woods.

Pitts: I have. A couple different times, on Halloween.

Meeks: Idiot.

Pitts: Nothing ever happened! But the air is different in the woods, like something is there…

Meeks: Could it be…your adrenaline?

Pitts: Nothing is certain.

Meeks: So, residents of Morin Harbor, be careful of where you wander…You never know what may be lurking.

Pitts: Thanks for listening. Until next time.

[Theme song plays]

…

You take off the headphones, setting them on the table. Turning around, Meeks and Pitts look expectantly for a reaction.

“So?” Pitts pushes, too eager to wait. “What’d you think?”

“I should’ve been listening to Oh, Wicked from the first episode.”

Pitts looks delighted, Meeks’ smiling to himself.

“So, when do I come in?”

“Well about that.” Meeks’ looks at Pitts. “We kinda…should we talk about it? What happened?”

“What happened when we got separated?”

What did happen...

___

The next part will depend on the character, but focus on that character relationship with the reader. It will either be Neil or Pitts next! 

everything tags: @venusstarlight108 @knivestheresnothingtoit @awesomefaith14 @ardentmuse @salladwinston @maddieb97222 @anchy-bananchy @staygoldponebone @unique05sstuff

dps tags: @ponyboyvhs @scribblestarsonthecuffsofurjeans

#dead poets society imagine #dead poets society x reader #gerard pitts x reader #gerard pitts imagine #steven meeks x reader #steven meeks imagine #dps supernatural au #dead poets society #steven meeks #gerard pitts #i've never written anything like this before so im a littel scared #but i really enjoyed writing this

[thecaptainsgingersnap]

Pop the Question

Rating: teen

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 1111

Summary: After Archie’s fainting fiasco, Fangs has an important question for Drea

A/N: Based on this scene

MASTERLIST

Drea stood on the edge of the boxing ring leaning against the outside of the ropes as she admired the sight in front of her. Fangs was standing shirtless in the middle of the ring wearing shorts and a pair of boxing gloves. A thin sheen of sweat covered his toned body as he practiced his punches, the serpent tattoo on his shoulder rippling with each flex of his bicep.

     “Veronica!”

Drea was snapped out of her thoughts by Mrs. Andrews’ sudden outburst.

     “Where’s Archie?” the woman asked.

     “Yeah, I’m goin’ cold in here!” Fangs called.

     “I don’t know, you still look pretty hot from where I’m standing.” Drea said with a smirk.

Fangs looked over his shoulder and gave her a playful wink causing her to giggle.

     “Mrs. Andrews, Counselor Rivers, I presume,” Veronica started carefully, “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, but Archie’s not going to be able to make it.”

Fangs and Drea’s heads snapped toward group at this announcement.

     “What?” Mrs. Andrews gasped. “Why not?”

     “He’s feeling under the weather.”

      “Since when? He was fine this morning.”

      “We think it’s food poisoning.”

At this, Drea’s mind was filled with concern for her near-brother.

      “I’d love to reschedule.” Veronica told the two older women.

      “I can fight.”

Suddenly, Archie appeared from the hallway. Drea’s concern only grew when she saw him. He had a gash on his cheek and he was swaying slightly. He looked like he’d been hit by a truck.

      “I can fight.” he reiterated. “I can still do this.”

     “Are you out of your mind?” Veronica asked.

      “I’m fine.” Archie replied, turning to the recruiter, “I’d like to show you what I’ve got, ma’am. Fangs, you ready?”

      “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Fangs stepped over to Drea as Archie made his way toward the ring. When he was close enough, she leaned over the ropes and pecked him on the lips.

     “Good luck, angel.” she said.

      “Thanks, Princessa.” he replied , kissing her once more before she hopped down from the ring and went to stand beside Veronica.

Archie climbed into the ring and turned to face the other boy. Before the fight could start, though, Archie collapsed to the floor.”

      “Archie!” Drea, Veronica, and Mrs. Andrews shrieked as they ran to the side of the ring.

Drea climbed into the ring and knelt beside the red head. She patted his cheek lightly.

     “Archie,” she called. “C’mon, Arch, wake up.”

His eyelids fluttered and he groaned softly, but showed no other signs of waking.

      “Fangs, help me get him to the couch in the office.” Mrs. Andrews said.

     “Yes, ma’am.”

Together, the three of them got the unconscious teen out of the ring. Mrs Andrews and Fangs each draped one of his arms across their shoulders as they carried him down the hall. Drea  and Veronica were hot on their heels.

     “What happened to him?” Drea asked the other girl.

     “He went three rounds against a guy twice his size in the regional tournament.” Veronica replied.

Drea rolled her eyes.

     “I swear, between Archie, Kevin, Fangs and Jughead, these boys are gonna kill me.”

     “Girl, I feel your pain.” Veronica laughed.

The two girls entered the office where Fangs and Mrs. Andrews had laid Archie on the couch. Drea sat on the coffee table as Archie’s mother wrapped him in a blanket.

     “Is there anything I can do to help, Mrs. A?”

     “No, thank you, Drea honey,” the woman replied, squeezing Drea’s hand. “You kids can go.”

     “Ok, tell Archie to call me when he’s feeling better .”

     “I will, sweetie. Thank you for your help Fangs.”

     “You’re welcome,” Fangs replied. He had changed out of his boxing gear and was standing by the door waiting for Drea.

The pair headed out of the gym to the parking lot where their motorcycles sat.

     “How does lunch sound to you?” Fangs asked, wrapping an arm around Drea’s shoulders as they walked.

     “Amazing! Pop’s?”

     “You read my mind.”

They climbed on their bikes and sped toward the diner. Pulling into the parking lot, Drea took off her helmet and dismounted.

     “Hey, I’ve gotta cal Sweet Pea real quick.” Fangs said after he pulled up beside her. “I’ll meet you inside.”

     “Alright, I’m gonna use the bathroom, so if I’m not out by the time you’re done, just grab us a booth.”

The bell over the door jingled as Drea entered. The few other patrons looked up briefly before returning to their conversations. Drea waved to Pop Tate behind the counter as she headed to the bathroom.

When she came out a few minutes later, she found four Serpent boys blocking her path.

     “Hey fellas!” she said cheerily. “What’s up?”

The boys didn’t reply. They stood, unmoving, with their arms crossed and their faces blank. Drea glanced between them nervously.

     “Guys?”

She was cut off by the boy on the left snapping his fingers. Two other boys got up and began pulling down the blinds on the large windows. A second later. Drea heard the front door lock click.

     “Listen,” she said, taking a half step back. “If this is about something Jughead did-”

Suddenly, the disco ball on the ceiling started spinning, sending spots of light dancing around the room. Drea looked up in confusion. She opened her mouth to question the turn of events, but was cut off by the jukebox beginning to play. She recognized the first lines of “Be My Baby” and she looked back to the boys.

     “What the-”

Before she could finish her question, the four Serpents began to open their jackets one by one. When their shirts were revealed, Drea realized each one had a letter printed on it.

P

R

O

M

After M opened his jacket, a fifth person stepped forward to stand beside him. This person was shirtless and had a ? painted on their bare torso. Wait a minute, she recognized those abs.

Looking up from his chest, Drea was met with Fangs’ enormous grin. His amber eyes reflected the lights from the disco ball and he was holding out a single white rose.

     “So, what do ya say,  Princessa? Be my prom queen?”

Drea stepped forward and silently took the rose. She looked down at it for a moment before looking up at Fangs. A smile slowly crept onto her face.

     “This has got to be the cheesiest thing you’ve ever done!” she giggled.

     “You loooove me for it though!” he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist.

     “That, I do, angel.” she replied, leaning up to kiss him.

After a moment, Fangs pulled back.

     “Sooo, is that a yes to prom, or…”

     “Shut up and kiss me, Fogarty.”

Tags:@awkwardstranger98​ @casaharrington​ @sweetpeasbabydoll​ @vannahsunshine​ @s-s-southsideserpentine @boringkid101 @ardentmuse

#fangs fogarty #fangs fogarty x oc #veronica lodge #mary andrews #Archie Andrews #Drea Lynn Jones #my ocs

[ardentmuse]

So excited about your welcome back celebration! I’d love it if you could write prompt 29 (Of course I'm being irrational, I'm in love!) for George Weasley. Thanks! 💕

Incoming finally! Work has been so swamped, so thanks for your patience. https://ardentmuse.tumblr.com/post/685881401338445824/id-wait-forever-george-weasley-x-reader

#ardentmuse welcome back

[ardentmuse]

Hello, lovely humans! 

This blog is officially ACTIVE. And I couldn’t be more excited to getting back to writing for pleasure.

As many of you know, a few years ago I took a leap into writing professionally and now I am a full-time interactive fiction narrative designer, writer, and editor. While I adore my job, I also spend most of my time writing things based on storylines designed by others, few things solely of my own invention. And writing begets more writing. The more you do it, the more you want to do it, the more you are stimulated by the act itself. And so, even though my writing schedule is more busy than ever, I need to counter it with writing that is strictly for fun, otherwise I am going to burn out completely.

So thanks for your patience on this journey. I am SO THRILLED to celebrate with you.

To celebrate, we’re going to do some stories based on prompts and add some new fandoms to the mix.

(yes, the good place gifs are back)

The Rules:

Must be following me (@ardentmuse)

Must submit me an ask with a number of a prompt and a character

Must like this post

Please reblog, but this isn’t required :) 

Only one submission per person, please!

Block “#ardentmuse welcome back” if you don’t want to see these for whatever reason (though some of my best work comes from prompts)

Each ask will become a reader-insert imagine. Aiming for ~1k words for each of these, but we’ll see where the spirits take me.

Note that these will be slower than my previous turn around on these. My goal is one per day, to be cut off in ~3 weeks, so it is likely I won’t get to every prompt. I’ll do my best.

Character list and prompt list below the cut.

Hugs, Lia

Characters:

Note: all responses will be reader inserts (no x ships). Also, this list is off the top of my head so if I missed anyone that you really want to see, let me know.

*Bold represents characters I am absolutely in love with writing at the moment, so those requests would make me so happy

Harry Potter:

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Oliver Wood

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

James Potter

Remus Lupin

HPHM:

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Talbott Winger

Barnaby Lee

Murphy McNully

Orion Amari

Andre Egwu

Jae Kim

Diego Caplan

ASOIAF / Game of Thrones:

Ned Stark

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Bran Stark

Tyrion Lannister

Jaime Lannister

Robert Baratheon

Stannis Baratheon

Theon Greyjoy

Gendry (Waters)

Podrick Payne

Sandor Clegane

Petyr Baelish

Kingsman:

Harry Hart

Merlin (Hamish Mycroft)

Eggsy Unwin

Tequila

Whiskey (Jack Daniels)

James Spenser (Lancelot)

Love Island: The Game:

Jake Wilson

Bobby McKenzie

Gary Rennell

Henrik

Lucas Koh

Ibrahim

Noah

Bruno

Will

Lovelink:

Antoine Dawson / Noah Cruz

Brett O’Hara

Cianán Ó Faoláin

Dr. Vile

Jay Perry

Gabe Scott

Garrett Brown / Rory O´Brien

Hugo Hornsby / Marco Bottazzi

Taylor (Hugo / Marco’s route)

Nicholas Adley

Nick Klaus

Nori Cove

River Nightshade

Salvatore Luciano

The Prompts from Futurama:

Good news, everyone.

At the risk of sounding negative, no.

I love Y/N, always and forever.

This is it. The moment we should have trained for.

For a split second, my common sense was overwhelmed by pity.

I never even told her I loved her.

Well, you obviously won’t listen to reason. 

It’s when women are polite to each other you know there’s a problem.

...plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing.

When you look this good, you don’t have to know anything.

Hey, sexy mama.

This is the worst kind of discrimination. The kind against me.

Thank you all for the inspiring advice, but I’m perfectly happy with my life the way it is.

Life is about decisions.

Oh wait, you’re serious. 

You leave me breathless.

Everyone, I have a very dramatic announcement.

We can all fight when we’re drunk.

It’s all so complicated with the flowers and the romance and the lies upon lies.

I’m feeling a strange new emotion I have never felt before.

You lost the woman of your dreams but you still have [xxxx].

Let’s knock this up a notch!

Gimme your biggest, strongest, cheapest drink!

I know who you are. You're the woman I've waited for my entire life.

You know what cheers me up? Other people’s misfortune.

I really ought to do something but I am already in my pajamas.

Valentine’s Day is coming up?

I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

Of course I'm being irrational, I'm in love!

Let's get the hell out of here already! 

What the hell is that thing?

You know, someone ought to teach you a lesson.

You should say something else.

It really makes me happy to see you right now.

What kind of party is this?

I can explain.

But of everyone I ever dated, you're probably in the top ten.

It's been quite a journey. 

What a thoughtful and considerate thing for you to say.

Look, I know it's not much consolation. But, I understand how you feel.

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