#libby writes

[liberty-barnes]

And They Lived Happily Ever After

Epilogue of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Tom Holland x Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds and Tom Holland get their happily ever after. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: uuh the end there got a bit on the steamy side so just some nice like snogging and plenty mentions of honeymoon sex and nudity, but otherwise you’re good, switching POVs so you’ll get to see everyone appreciating their love, and you’ll get to see the ceremony from so many people’s eyes, including some you haven’t seen yet ;)

Word Count: 3.4k words

Estimated Reading Time: 15 minutes

A/N: I’m not crying, you’re crying, shut up. This is a really emotional moment for me. My second series is finally over!! I started this accidentally, and it took me ages to finish, but I don’t regret a single second of it. It brought me so much happiness, and I loved reading your thoughts and comments as time went on. I only hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did <3 Just wanna send a million thank you’s to @the-girl-in-the-chair for being my test person and the one I could always talk to when it comes to this series, I love you so much Lana, you’re the beeest

I was picturing this dress (mostly cause it has pocketssss) so if you want a visual, here you go)

Also very important: the vows in this were inspired by the PA Series on AO3 and honestly check it out cause it’s just awesome and those are my relationship goals right there

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“Alright, sweetheart, deep breaths, everything’s gonna be alright.”

She follows her mother’s instructions, taking in shaky gulps of air.

Breathe in, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

Breathe out, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

“Feeling better?”

She nods slowly, then immediately shakes her head.

“No, this is a disaster!”

Blake finally gives up on keeping her dress unwrinkled, sitting down on the floor next to her.

“Angel, everything’s gonna be alright, I don’t even know why you’re freaking out so much. You’re marrying your best friend. You two love each other so much, and you’re gonna be so happy, there’s nothing to worry about.”

She sniffles.

“But there are so many people, Mommy. And they’re all gonna be looking at me. You know I’m not good at the mushy stuff when I have eyes on me, they make me nervous. This is supposed to be perfect, and instead, we had to invite a hoard of insignificant Suits and entitled bitches, all for business. We already give them so much, why couldn’t we just keep this to ourselves?”

She sighs, and brings her daughter closer to her body, crushing her in a hug.

“Cause the world sucks, and it’s all part of the business. You and Tom have been on a break from acting for three months now, and you’ll stay there for another year at the very least. These Suits like to feel like they’re important, and inviting them to events like these keeps up a good relationship for when you come back.

“Besides, who cares about them? You’ll have to shake their hands once at the reception when you’re making your rounds and then it’s over. Don’t let a handful of idiots ruin the best day of your life.”

(Y/n) nods, gently wiping at her eyes, then crawls until she’s in front of the mirror.

“Well, at least we know the waterproof makeup works.”

Blake just smiles.

—

When Ryan first sees (Y/n) he has to pinch his thigh to keep himself from outright sobbing.

“Hey, no! No, no, no, you’re not allowed to cry, because if you cry, I cry, and if I cry, I’ll trip on my dress. These heels are tall, keep yourself together for both our sakes.”

It’s hard, it’s very hard, that’s his little girl, his sweet little daffodil, and she’s gonna sail off into the sunset with the love of her life.

“Alright, let’s do this shit. Try not to fall.”

He’s glad to see that Tom starts crying the second he sees her, so really it isn’t emotional weakness as much as it is the (Y/n) In A Wedding Dress Effect™. 

(Y/n) manages to stay composed the whole walk, although her eyes are shining quite a lot.

“Thomas, if you hurt her, I will do something so unspeakably cruel to you that Satan himself will shudder.”

Tom looks at him with a face full of betrayal.

“What if she hurts me?”

“Oh, she most certainly will, you’re much more emotionally fragile than she is. That’s why I know that if you hurt her, it’ll be over something big, and therefore I’m legally allowed to fuck you up.”

(Y/n) kisses his cheek happily.

“Thank you, Daddy, the shovel talk was long overdue.”

It was actually part two of the shovel talk: wedding edition, but she doesn’t need to know that.

—

Taylor reaches into her purse and passes Harry a tissue, eyes still focused on the happy couple in the front.

This is it, right here.

The way (Y/n)’s looking at Tom like he’s the second coming of Christ. Tom rubbing his thumbs on her hands cause he just can’t stop touching her. The way they keep tapping each other three times, an endless loop of I love you I love you I love you. 

This is what she’s been trying so hard to describe her whole life.

It gets her a little emotional…to remember the little girl who used to gape at her, and who’s now a badass independent woman marrying the person of her dreams.

It’s a lot.

And if she feels like she’s one strong gust of wind away from an emotional breakdown, she can’t even imagine how Blake and Ryan are faring.

“I understand that you’ve written your own vows. Tom, if you’d like to go first…”

He nods and clears his throat, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before grabbing (Y/n)’s again.

“Do you remember the night we met? When you were crying over a movie and I took you to Burger King to cheer you up?”

She rolls her eyes and Taylor can relate, honestly. The whole world knows that story at this point.

“Vividly.”

He smiles so softly that Taylor’s itching to pull out her notebook and start writing.

“I’ve never told you how I fell in love with you. I always told myself I’d tell you the story in our wedding vows, so here it is. From the moment we left the afterparty, you kept ranting about the movie, about how it’s gonna end, about your theories… And I loved listening to them. There was one moment though, where you just took a huge bite out of your cheeseburger, while mid-rant… and on everyone else, that would’ve looked disgusting, but your eyes were shining so bright, and you were giving me your full attention and that…that was when I knew I loved you. And I would keep loving you for the rest of my life, 'cause there’s no one else in the world who could pull me in as completely as you do, even though there was ketchup dripping down your chin.”

(Y/n) blinks back tears, eyes wide.

“Oh, you fucker.”

That’s love, Taylor’s sure of it.

—

Now, to be perfectly honest, Harrison thinks those vows were shit.

Seriously?

You looked disgusting but I still thought you were hot?

That’s his big wedding speech?

As the good Best Man he is, he’s considering smacking Tom upside the head and making him start over.

He’s not expecting (Y/n) to like it to the point of tears, though.

Like, I’m sorry, but what the fuck?

He’s lucky he’s an actor cause no ordinary person would’ve been able to keep the confusion out of their face, and you don’t want a hoard of confused people on your wedding pictures.

(Y/n)’s turn now, and hopefully, she’ll do better.

“I promise that your ability to cook, clean, and remind me to eat only make up sixty per cent of why I’m marrying you.”

Harrison has to fight back the urge to sigh and facepalm.

“I wasn’t planning on liking you, let alone falling as deeply in love with you as I did. My plan was to hate you, make all my fans hate you, and do it fast enough that Marvel would have no choice but to replace you with Andrew again.”

From the audience, Andrew laughs.

“But unfortunately for me, you’re not easy to hate, and let me tell you, I tried really hard. You slithered your way into my heart like a particularly stubborn snake and I had no choice but to let you carve out your home within me and prepare myself for the inevitable heartbreak.

“That still hasn’t happened. For some reason, you’ve chosen to ignore the fact that I’m a barely-functioning sarcastic bitch whose favourite way of showing love is through insults and slaps on the ass. 

“I don’t know why you chose me, and I expect I’ll be thanking every deity out there for the rest of eternity for putting you in my life, but I know that I couldn’t have chosen a better partner if I had tried.”

She pauses, and Harrison thinks that maybe, just maybe, at least one of them will have said nice vows.

“Also there’s no way I’m gonna live in a world where I can’t bite your ass on the daily, so you better say I do or I’ll end you.”

And he spoke too soon.

Tom still reaches behind him to grab the tissues Harrison was told to bring. Maybe his best friend was dropped on the head as a child, so now everything makes him emotional.

—

Nikki keeps her eyes firmly on her son and daughter-in-law as they flit around the room greeting their guests. She and Blake have made it into a game of sorts.

Every time (Y/n) wipes her hands on her dress after shaking hands with a Suit, Tom pulls her back by the waist, or the happy couple are asked to kiss, they take a sip of the very expensive and very tasty red wine provided for them.

The sound of clinking glasses feels the air once again and Blake tilts her glass.

“Bottoms up!”

And that’s one more glass finished. How far along are they now? Five? Six? She looks around at the empty bottles. Maybe a little bit more.

“Oh, my God, I’m so glad it’s over if I had to deal with another second of that, this wedding would have turned into a remake of Saw!”

(Y/n) slumps down heavily onto the chair, toeing off her heels until she can bring her knees to her chest and lean on the backrest.

“Why did we have to have a wedding? We should’ve just eloped. It would just be us, maybe I’d fly us out to Iceland and we could get married in a hot spring, I’m sure the water would do wonders to relax us, no?”

Nikki fills up her glass and hands it to (Y/n), who immediately downs it.

“Look on the bright side, tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a flight to Syros and one step closer to a full month spent only with your husband and the inordinate amount of cats on that island.”

Nikki’s been there. It’s amazing. They should plan a family holiday there.

“I agree.”

Oh, she’s talking out loud now.

“Yes, you are. But Nikki!”

(Y/n)’s eyes brighten, and she feels her arm get grabbed and pulled towards her brand new daughter-in-law.

“You said husband. I have a husband, I’m married!”

Yes, if someone had to marry her sweet little boy, she’s glad it was someone like (Y/n).

—

“And now, please gather around to watch Mr and Mrs Holland have their first dance as a married couple.”

While they get into place, Harry shares a look with his own husband, sitting primly at the piano, staring back at him.

When (Y/n) and Tom first came to them, shily asking them to sing If I Could Fly as their wedding song, Harry burst into tears. He just loves love, and to be a part of something as monumental as a first dance- 

He really should have said no cause Louis just started playing and Harry’s already having a hard time holding back tears. 

But the way Tom and (Y/n) stare at each other- that’s how he stares at Louis. And it’s the look he sees reflected back in his husband’s eyes every second of the day.

Love is just such a beautiful thing.

For your eyes only I’ll show you my heartFor when you’re lonely and forget who you areI’m missing half of me when we’re apartNow you know me, for your eyes only

He feels privileged to even be in the same room as them. It’s no secret that (Y/n)’s fiercely private. She loves, deeply and wholeheartedly, but not for others to see. She loves each person in their own special way, pieces of her heart are cut, shaped, and fitted to fit her feelings for everyone around her. But her love for Tom as it’s shown today is a sight to behold. 

It’s the sun after long dreary weeks. It’s the first flower bloom after months of cold, harsh weather. It’s seeing the stars out in the countryside after a life spent in the city.

It’s fragile. It’s new. It’s special. It’s lovely.

Harry loves love, but he thinks that right now, he may love their love the most.

—

Georgia takes yet another sip of the very expensive but very tasty champagne offered.

To be honest, she didn’t want to come. Weddings are boring, if not for the open bar, and knowing that she isn’t really welcomed here isn’t making her feel particularly better. I mean, she’s met (Y/n) all of once and they mostly trash-talked the Kardashians, she can’t have made an important enough impression to be an esteemed guest.

But, the Lighthavens are an important family in the film industry, earning them an invite to the most awaited event of the year, and it would look bad if someone didn’t show up to represent them. 

Still, being twenty-seven and single, there are many things she’d rather do than sit by the open bar getting smothered by other couples’ happiness while she wallows in her own misery.

“Whiskey sour, please.”

He turns towards her.

“And refill the kind lady’s glass.”

Oh, goodie.

She barely spares him a glance, eyes still focused on (Y/n), flitting around the room.

“Enjoying the wedding?”

She shrugs.

“It’s entertaining.”

He puts a hand on his heart in fake offence.

“Ouch. As the Best Man, it’s my job to ensure everyone’s having the time of their lives, so tell me, what can I do to make this night more enjoyable for you?”

She turns towards him, taking in the ruffled blonde hair, white shirt sleeves folded up to his forearms, vest and tie discarded somewhere.

“Actually, your job is to stop any upcoming crisis so the groom doesn’t get blamed and inevitably murdered by his newly-aquired wife.”

She steals the whiskey from his hand and starts drinking it. He blinks dazedly but dutifully orders another.

“Your unhappiness could quickly become a crisis, though. As much as she hates to admit it, (Y/n) doesn’t like it when people are miserable, especially when she’s having so much fun.”

She sighs.

“Do you know who I am?”

Panic shoots through Harrison’s eyes. It’s fleeting, and it’s subtle, but it’s real.

“Am I supposed to?”

Interesting.

“You’re telling the truth.”

He shrugs.

“(Y/n)’s motivated me to be more honest, although I can’t quite see the benefits she’s always raved about as of yet.”

She smirks into her glass.

“You genuinely have no idea who I am.”

A single mention of him from her lips and his acting career would shoot through the roof.

“I’m sorry. Although from how happy you look, maybe I’m not?”

“What’s it gonna be?”

He’s saved by the bell.

“All the unmarried people out on the floor I wanna see which unlucky bastard will have all grandmas pinching their cheeks and cooing cause they're next.”

A collective groan was heard throughout the crowd.

“If it helps, there’s a hundred-dollar bill in the bouquet that you can keep.”

That got people moving.

Harrison takes a look at her ring finger.

“Not gonna join?”

“If you out me as single, I’ll end you, there’s no way I’m doing this.”

He shrugs.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve broken whatever fight will undoubtedly come from this bouquet tossing.”

He stands on the sideline, ready to stop things from escalating.

The bouquet lands in his hands.

(Y/n) squeals.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Even with my back turned my aim is impeccable.”

Tom pushes him forward when Harrison’s reluctant to move and whispers something in his ear.

Georgia doesn’t break eye contact while he walks towards her and takes a lavender rose out of the bouquet.

“Here. It matches your dress.”

Alright so maybe weddings aren’t that bad.

—

It’s a testament to his patience that Tom waited until the hotel door is closed before pressing (Y/n) up against the wall and getting started on his Wedding Night Ravishing.

“Fuck, I can’t believe we actually pulled it off.”

She mumbles through their kisses and to be fair, he kind of can’t either.

“I swear to God- we got him the perfect fucking girl- if he doesn’t invite Georgia on a date- fuck, baby- I’ll kill him myself.”

He starts trailing kisses down her neck, slowly unzipping her wedding dress.

It’s pretty, and it’s special, and it has pockets, he’s not gonna rip it, thank you very much, he wants to have ‘just got married’ sex tonight.

“Georgia’s a tough one to get to, you said it yourself. He’ll have to work for it.”

She pulls his hair harshly until they’re eye to eye and he moans. His pupils are probably about as blown as hers right about now.

“You had to work for me.”

He licks his lips and her eyes trail on the movement, mouth falling open unconsciously.

“And what a good fucking decision that was.”

And if there’s one thing that never fails to get her going, it’s that.

“How loud do you think you can make me scream before the other residents complain?”

Challenge fucking accepted.

—

(Y/n) lowers her sunglasses a tad, wanting to take in her husband in all his blazing glory, no filter in between them.

Whoever invented honeymoons was a fucking saint. One month of a near-constantly naked Tom more than eager to fuck her into the nearest solid surface made for a very happy (Y/n).

Currently, she’s sunbathing on a pool chair with a mimosa while Tom is swimming laps in the pool. Or was. Now he’s getting out and the water’s trailing down every single inch of him and suddenly she’s not as thirsty for champagne and orange juice-

“Princess, are you listening?”

Her eyes flit back up to his face.

“Don’t ask me the colour of anything, this isn’t fair, you’re distracting.”

He chuckles and climbs over her, tasting the mimosas right out of her mouth.

“I’m distracting? You’re distracting! Do you know how hard it was to swim my usual laps while you’re just laying here, happy and calm and naked and mine?”

She grins smugly.

“I can feel how hard it was, yeah. I’d ask if you’re up for it, but I kind of already got that answer, so you should just hurry and get it in.”

For a few more glorious seconds, she gets lost in the kiss and in his hands moving along her body, getting so close, so close-

“No, but actually I did get out of the pool for a reason.”

In the back of her mind, she remembers Harry in that one concert saying this is called edging after stopping Kiwi for the millionth time, and the way Tom grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, smiling in interest. 

If she weren’t such a good person, she would have kicked him in the balls for that.

Unfortunately, she needs those, so.

“Haz got a date with Georgia.”

Her jaw drops open and she slaps his arm happily.

“What the fuck, are you serious? Tom! This means it worked! We got them together! We’re the best fucking matchmakers in the world!”

Tom chuckles and flips them over until she’s straddling him, running his hands from her knees to her waist, where they dig in just a little.

Great idea, if you ask her.

“Calm down, darling, it’s just one date.”

She hums.

“That’s what I said about you, and now look at where we are. We’re married and on our honeymoon.”

His eyes all but sparkle at that.

“We are. We’re married. I’m your husband, and you’re my wife, and we’re married.”

She leans down, can’t stop herself from snogging his face off when he looks so sweet and happy at the prospect of spending eternity by her side.

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, right?”

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, princess.”

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please do come talk to me about this series. comment, reblog, send in an ask, literally anything, can just be a gif of someone screaming, just ACKNOWLEDGE IT SO I KNOW IT WASN'T IN VAIN

#libby writes #tynlrs #the (y/n) lively reynolds series #tom holland #louis tomlinson #harry styles #larry #marvel #blake lively #ryan reynolds #taylor swift #nikki holland #singer!reader #actress!reader #harrison osterfield #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x oc #lively reynolds!reader

[sattlersquarry]

the view between villages, part two: haunted (spring, 1986)

Summary: (Season 4) THINGS IN HAWKINS ARE MUCH CALMER THAN THEY WERE OVER THE FOURTH OF JULY WEEK. NO SIGNS OF RUSSIANS OR MONSTERS. ... WAIT A MINUTE … HAVE YOU BEEN EXPERIENCING ANY STRANGE SYMPTOMS? NIGHTMARES, HEADACHES, NOSEBLEEDS?

Warnings: This fic is 18+ (mdni) for language, canon-typical violence and peril, mentions of sex and infidelity, grief, fire, & allusions to depression and suicidal ideation (in the form of "maybe I should just let Vecna take me"). There are two main pathways to choose from: Get Cursed By Vecna or Don't Get Cursed.

A/N: PART 2 BABY. LET'S GO! It took me a bit longer than I thought to crank this out but I really enjoyed working on it. I probably will do this again after season 5 comes out, because the choose-your-own-adventure format is really satisfying and fun to write.

You can find the fic linked in this post OR on my Wattpad account (@liminal_faces). If you read from the HTML file, you can use the curved arrows in the top-left corner to go back and make a new choice. You’ll see the arrows appear after you make your first choice so you can go back as far as you need to.

TO READ THE FIC, CLICK THE BOROGOVE LINK BELOW.

tag list for "view between villages": @aloneinthehellfire @hollandweather @starry-eyed-steve @a-dealwith-god

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things choose your own adventure #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #choose your own adventure #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #libby writes #st fic: villages

[diazevan]

Fic for 6x18 speculation. I wrote this before the sneak peek, so it isn't accurate but still wanted to share!

“The entire 118 went down.”

Maddie’s eyes remain focused on the screen in front of her, but her body becomes increasingly aware of her pain—the ache in her chest, the twist in her stomach and break of her heart. Ever since she watched her baby brother get pinned beneath a ladder truck, she understands the fact that Buck and Chimney work a dangerous job, a heroic and brave one, but terrifying all the same.

Still, she trusted them when it came the statistics. The 0.3% of firefighters who die on the job. That’s good odds, she once thought. Then Chimney was killed by a man playing god, twice, and Buck was struck by lightning—fate seemed to drag the pair into that 0.3% as often as it possibly could.

Which one? The lingering two words she uttered when an LAFD representative turned up on her doorstep, echo in her mind.

She doesn’t know, day in and day out, who might not return home. Who she may never see again, or whose life could be forever changed. Her brother, the first kid she raised, the person she can always run to, or her partner, her lifeline, her future husband.

For some unknown reason, perhaps because the thought of it was too harrowing to even consider, she could lose them both. One accident, one call, has the potential to tear them both away from her.

She can hear Josh answering the mayday, and can see Sue closing the distance between them.

There’s nothing much Maddie can do for the 118, but her job. They might be the firefighters, but right now, they’re the victims. She speaks to victims every single day; eases their worry, gets help to their location, and remains calm. She can do that now, with a deep breath and a tight grip on her desk.

With muscle memory, she presses the petal with her foot. “118, please respond.” All attempts at keeping up pretences in her voice, fades away as her chin tremors and her eyes fill with tears.  “Ladder 118, please respond.”

She struggles with a deep breath and sinks into Sue’s comforting hand pressing against her shoulder. She has seconds before she’s pulled from the floor, told she’s too close to the situation, much like she was when Buck was caught up in the bombing.

She needs a response before Sue has a chance to look her in the eye and tell her to step away.

“118, please respond,” she pleads, but she is greeted by the eerie silence, once again.

Sue leans in closer, but then there’s a crackle, the feedback from a damaged radio. “Dispatch—” She can’t tell who it is, the voice distorts with a fizzle. Then it rushes into focus, with pained grunts and the sounds of debris crashing to the ground. “Dispatch, this is Firefighter Buckley, 118.” While she hates hearing the croak in-between each breath he takes, relief takes over because he’s breathing, he’s talking, he’s alive.

“Firefighter Buckley,” she relaxes her voice. “Help is coming.”

“Maddie….” Buck’s defences have fallen round him, clearly reassured to hear her voice. Before she can ask him where he was when the underpass collapsed, or have him report any injuries, he beats her to the chase. “I’ll save him, okay? I promise.” Maddie’s cheeks are wet with tears, but she finds solace in her brother’s certainty.  “I’m gonna bring them all home.”

One of her two is accounted for, and now, she has to put her trust in him.

After all these years, their promises remain as sacred as the first day they locked pinkie fingers. He will try everything and do anything. That notion fills her with relief and utter dread.

#maddie buckley #evan buckley #chimney han #911 speculation #911 fanfiction #911 #madney #the buckley siblings #libby writes #911 spoilers

[byblix]

Random bits from my planning/outlining/rambling documents that I think are funny. The inside of my head is like this all the time. Not all for the same ideas, though some are pretty general headcanon.

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Douxie in Part One: Man, walking home alone at night is probably a bad idea. Sure hope no one with malicious intent tries to ambush me.

Douxie in Part Three: By Talos Merlin's Beard, this can't be happening

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Douxie: [cleaning the café bathroom in S03E04] ???

Not-Enrique: [crawling out the window] No one will ever believe you.

Douxie: ...It is getting so hard to stay out of these things.

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Zoe: I would fight Merlin in a parking lot if I didn't know it'd make Douxie sad.

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Krel: You are remarkably calm.

Douxie: Not the first time I've been illegally detained. Granted, the spaceship is new....

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Douxie being responsible for the “Merlin ages backwards” part of the myth? Yes.

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Moppet!Douxie isn't as innocent or stupid as he acts. He's a dumbass that will, with time and character growth, become a smartass.

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And since Angor Rot would have no interest in keeping Douxie's secrets except as a way to tweak Strickler's nerves – actually, that's an excellent reason for him to keep Douxie's secrets.

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Though, if Merlin doesn't know shadow magic, and Douxie can't use shadow magic, and Morgana is currently dead…. Who breaks the curse?

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Merlin = Daedalus? Projecting his regret at not being able to save Icarus onto Douxie, whose joy and recklessness is so similar, only to dread that in keeping Douxie away from the sun, he might have pushed him into the sea? It's more likely than you'd think.

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Stasis trap in the chains to explain why Angor Rot doesn't, like, starve? Does he still need food or Heartstone energy if Morgana's power is sustaining him, when she's immortal? Does wizard immortality work like that? Does Morgana being in a Heartstone affect any of this?

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#libby rambles #libby writes #tales of arcadia #out-of-context fic-bits #I have over forty pages of this kind of nonsense #douxie-centric because my obvious bias is obvious

[faux-ee]

You are my deadliest evil, my humanity, and I have longed for you. If this longing is not yet enough to pardon me, my ignorance, my caprice and greed, if this is not enough, then how can the sea rejoice with the influx of moonlight, how can winter trees snore and dream? You are the possibility of a world so vibrant, and I therefore am afraid of you, so afraid that my body burns. If you were the creature of my sleep, it would be too good, for then I could let you go with easy forgetfulness, my bleeding stopped and my wounds clogged up. Yet you allow me to glimpse the truth from the pain, you the sorrows of my enemy, you the shrouded vault of compassion, hiding a storm, our flight of an eternity. Decay lingers here and stares, in awe of your words, and the blind tide gropes for you, while I am rent asunder by the silvery steaming of frosted leaves.

#fyolai #libby writes

[twinleafsystem]

oj says things which salt calls "science talk". in the growing evidence of test tube and oj being cousins, i present

#libby writes

[elluminiswrites]

Hey, I wrote a thing!

#one piece #op #one piece fic #op fic #technically zosan but considering i have not gotten there yet in the slightest #i think it would be disingenuous to tag it as such #libby writes #writeblr

[whoslibby]

I'm a sucker for whimpering men so I'm politely asking to be in-between Jschlatt's thighs, like his thighs softly squeezing around me‼️ THIGH KISSES AND SLOPPY HEAD GRGRGGR I just want to make him my bitch and my wife at the same time. hear me out.

lay on the bed, his head between your thighs so pussy drunk mumbling ‘so-so sweet angel,’ as he continues to lap at your pussy like its gonna run out. his mouth pulling to pull kisses at your thighs, his hands snaking up to grip them, your poor cunnie over stimmed as he kept sucking on that nub. ‘doin’ so good lovie,’ he mumbled as your hands are in his hair hes whimpering just from tasting you, rutting his hips into the bed. he could cum just from how good you taste.

#i dont write smut so #libby lectures #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt #x reader #x you #jschlatt x you #schlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n

[pretty-purple-pages]

𝓬𝓸𝔀𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮

synopsis: libby gets hate on insta posts and who is nash not to defend his beloved soon-to-be-wife?

pairing: libby x nash (the inheritance games)

content: fluff fluff fluff, hate comments, nash and libby being the perfect couple, mentions of their wedding

word count: 500

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goth_cupcakes baking for my fiancé! <3

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user1 girl i beg you for the recipe 🙏🙏 ↳goth_cupcakes its here [link] ↳user1 you are a goddess thank you ↳user2 she's acc so sweet (like her cookies) liked by goth_cupcakes

cowboylikeme can't wait to marry you ↳goth_cupcakes exactly like its such a LONG time, i want to marry you NOW >:( ↳cowboylikeme patience love ↳user5 i DID NOT need to be reminded of my singleness on a sunday morning >:( ↳scones_ontop frfr ↳motherfaxingmax HEY YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

hawthorne_heiress gimme some later ↳cowboylikeme hawthornes don't share cookies ↳daredevil he never said smth like this SHARE THE DAMN COOKIES

Grayson_Hawthorne The cupcakes look nice. ↳goth_cupcakes thank you gray but please for the love of god and your work, drop the capitals and punctuation ↳Grayson_Hawthorne No.

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cowboylikeme give me my hat back

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goth_cupcakes nope ↳cowboylikeme please? ↳goth_cupcakes you can do better ↳cowboylikeme my gorgeous goddess girlfriend, soon to be wife, the love and light of my life, i, on my knees beg you to return my hat ↳goth_cupcakes fine 🙄 take the damn hat back ↳hawthorne_heiress everyone, she's sobbing cuz of the 'wife' ↳goth_cupcakes IM NOT ↳user7 i love my parents

user5 the way she keeps him on his knees 🛐 liked by cowboylikeme ↳hawthorne_heiress my sister's so girlboss ↳motherfaxingmax i need lessons cuz my "boyfriend" FORGOT that he had a girlfriend 🙄 ↳scones_ontop I SAID IM SORRY

user6 does no one realise that she's manipulating everyone by being OVERLY sweet SHE IS A LIAR ↳cowboylikeme with all due respect, which is none, fuck off. ↳user2 no one needs your toxicity here ↳hawthorne_heiress bitch you're trying to gaslight people into thinking my sister is manipulative, you're the liar here

user12 user6 OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THIS ↳user18 EXACTLY LIKE SHE'S DISGUSTING ↳Grayson_Hawthorne I have the names and social security numbers.

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cowboylikeme i'd happily get manipulated by this gorgeous liar

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goth_cupcakes 🥹🥹 i love you so so so so much ↳cowboylikeme i love you more darling

user7 if my bf ain't like this im dumping his ass ↳user5 hawthornes raised our standards too high then left us with too high standards and no bitches

user3 user6's been real quiet since this dropped ↳user1 i acc feel second-hand embarrassment for them ↳user2 and user12 and user18 too ↳user4 i heard they went into hiding

user11 i want a nash on the go, please and thank you

hawthorne_heiress you have my full approval to marry my sister liked by cowboylikeme

daredevil wedding when? ↳scones_ontop fr like get married already idiots 🙄 /aff ↳Grayson_Hawthorne The wedding transactions have been made.

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a/n: i'm sorry this so short, its my first smau ever so lmk if you like it

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#mini writes—◈ #the inheritance games #libby grambs #nash hawthorne #the grandest game #writerblr #smau #social media au #libby x nash #orginal story #writers on tumblr

[liberty-barnes]

can you please give us an update on (y/n) lively-reynolds and tom i’m so curious on how they’re doing. Or if they have a child????

Happy to!

So, it's been a little over half a year since Tom and (Y/n) got married, so they're just enjoying this new step of their lives. They had their extended honeymoon (Tom had to stop (Y/n) from stealing all the cats in that island, it was not an easy feat), and came back home where Tala was eagerly awaiting their return after staying at her grandparents'.

Christmas and New Year's were once again spent at their house, where they got a frankly ridiculous amount of dog toys. Harrison, however, is no longer allowed to give them presents that they will open publicly. No, I will not elaborate. But it was bad enough that Georgia almost broke up with him.

(Speaking of which, the date did in fact go great. Harrison Osterfield and Georgia Lighthaven are the new power couple since Tom and (Y/n) dropped off the face of the world. They call them Gerrison.)

They don't have children yet, decided to just enjoy their time together for now, but they've had a serious discussion about it. They knew they wanted children, but after much talking and researching, decided to go for adoption instead of biological. They don't care how they get their children, they'll love them either way, and there's thousands of children begging for a home. They've started the process to be certified and as of Christmas morning, are now certified foster parents.

Everyone's really excited but respecting their wish to take their time.

Well...

Except for Ryan.

He keeps sending them TikToks of adoption videos and children doing cute things.

He's very excited to be a grandparent.

And also, he needs to look on the bright side of things cause fucking Tom won this year's NYE 24-hour contest and Ryan is still not over it.

But revenge will be sweet once he becomes his grandbaby's favourite.

Fuck you, Tom, you better watch out.

#libby writes #tynlrs #the (y/n) lively-reynolds series #libby answers

[sattlersquarry]

#libby writes #steve harrington x reader #st fic: villages

[crumbleclub]

hmm.

the afton kids having complicated methods of hiding information or contraband from william.

#especially true for family business au but he def goes thru their stuff in canon as well #he has all those cameras for fuck's sake #forget a journal with a lock. elizabeth in particular probably goes to the library and finds ways to encode information #so that it looks entirely innocent. like in drawings even #mike and evan def hide stuff too but my take on libby is that she's a kid genius so she's prob the most sophisticated #evan probably has the best hiding places for himself and mike hides objects more #i can also see him being a visual learner who has to draw and write to figure out ideas #but if he didn't want william to see he'd do it by scratching in the dirt or with soap on a window or smth he could easily wash away later #fnaf #cw abuse #afton siblings #afton kids #michael afton #evan afton #cc afton #elizabeth afton #william afton

[byblix]

Don't think I put this one on here before, so have another offering to help with AO3 withdrawl.

Summary: After another typical day in Camelot, Douxie gets an unexpected visitor. :: In a world without time-travel, those trolls still had to escape Camelot's dungeon somehow.

#tales of arcadia #toa wizards #toa fanfic #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #morgana #libby writes #libby's fics #ask me about my no time-travel au

[sapphicsnzs]

First Fic

Here's my first little fic of Maisey and Libby! Its not super long but I'm hoping to have a longer fit out soon. I'm also not a writer in any way so Im sorry if its horribly unedited. Feel free to leave any feedback. Hope you enjoy<3

Maisey woke up early on Sunday morning content to stay in bed a while longer. It had started snowing last night, so her and Libby decided to have a movie night cuddled up on the couch. Maisey’s roommate was visiting home for the weekend so she had the apartment all to herself. Their night was peaceful with the snow coming down hard outside. Even with the snow, they were warm and cozy inside. Throughout the movie Libby kept sniffling and wiping at their nose with her sleeve. Ten minutes into the second movie she fell asleep against Maisey, who was completely immersed in the movie. However, she noticed the slight snores coming from her girlfriend. After the third movie Maisey could barely keep her eyes open and decided it was time for them to go to bed. She woke up Libby with a little cough and got them cozy in bed. 

Half asleep Maisey turned to reach for her girlfriend, but found the other side of the bed cold. Instantly she was awake. 

She cleared her throat,“Libs?” After no reply she hopped out of bed to look for her girlfriend with her small cat trailing behind her. She wandered around her small apartment when she stumbled upon a Libby sized lump on the couch. 

She frowned, “Libby, what are you doing out here?”

Libby didn’t stir, still fast asleep. As Maisey came up next to her girlfriend, she realized she was snoring lightly which was very strange for Libby. Maisey took in the rest of the scene. They were wearing a red beanie inside, even though the heat was on and she had several blankets piled on her. The beanie also matched the flush on her cheeks and nose. They were also surrounded by several used tissues, even clutching one in her hand. Maisey gently felt her forehead and was unsuprised to find a little heat there. 

Maisey lightly brushed back Libbys hair and whispered, “Libby? Libby, honey can you wake up for me?” Her girlfriend groaned and their eyes started to flutter open. “Hey, sleepy? What are you doing out here?”

Libby groaned again then coughs harshly into her fist, “I didn’t want to wake you up”, wiping their nose. 

Maisey grabbed her a few tissues from the box, “Libs, if you're sick I want to take care of you” she whispered, wiping her girlfriends nose. 

Libby tried to move away, “Mais, I don't want to get you sick. Snf! Snf!”

Maisey placed a gentle kiss on her girlfriend's lips before she could move. “Sweetheart, I don't care, now come on let's get you back in bed and all warmed up”. 

Libby hesitated, biting their lip, “Are you sure?” she asked. 

“Always” She replied, helping her off the couch. “Now let's go find you some handkerchiefs”

Maisey tucked Libby into bed with extra blankets and a small kiss, then went to grab some supplies. When she came back Libby had a dazed look in her eyes. Maisey quickly shoved the handkerchief into Libby's hand who bent forward with two soft sneezes Heeshioo’oo! Heptchsho’OO! SNFF! Snf! 

Maisey takes the handkerchief again to wipe at her nose, “Bless you, poor thing”. She gets back into bed with more handkerchiefs, medicine, and a thermometer. “Ok, Libs it's still early, let's go back to sleep”. She snuggles up to her girlfriend and holds her. “Sleep well, Libs. Feel better”. 

In the early morning with the snow still falling outside the girls went back to sleep. With plans for Maisey to give her meds and make soup later, but for now they were content just sleeping the cold day away. 

#snz blog #snz fic #snzblr #snz kink #my writing #my fic #maisey oc #libby oc #wlw snz

[jackie-sugarskull]

FINALLY…

It. Is. COMPLETE!

When I tell you figuring out how to properly wrap this all up was a nightmare, I mean it! So, a great big thank you to @tornrose24 for helping me figure out the ending!

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #tgamm fanfic #molly mcgee #scratch the ghost #scratch mcgee #todd mortenson #adia williams #darryl mcgee #sharon mcgee #pete mcgee #libby stein torres #ollie chen #my fanfiction #my fanfic writing

[elluminiswrites]

she sat and mourned a moment

And once she sat and mourned a moment

For being, for passing

For daring to rear its ugly maw

And yet she sat and thanked it

Tears streaming from her eyes

For being, for passing

For digging its way inside her heart

And opening itself a cavity called home

For filling it with tenderness and sorrow

And settling inside with a warm heartbeat of its own

She sat and mourned a moment

And she smiled.

#poetry #writeblr #libby writes #this is inspired by the sacred veil by eric whitacre #specifically movement ii #which like #even if you’re not a choral music person you need to listen to the whole piece #because it was literally life-changingly gorgeous