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tinytalkingtina · 1 month
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Tater tot
Written for the @steddiemicrofic bonus challenge prompt "birthday". Happy birthday @steddieas-shegoes, hope you have a lovely day :)
290 words | rating: G
Tags: Parents Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, fluff, parenthood
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Steve stared through the window at the tiny bundle wrapped up in front of them, tearing up only a little at the sound of another lullaby wafting through the hospital intercom. Robert Wayne Munson remained oblivious to anything in the bassinet. The tiny blue hat perched on his head almost completely covered his even tinier eyes. His nose is so small, can he even breathe okay through those mini nostrils? “He looks like a potato.” Startled out of his spiraling thoughts, Steve snorted a watery laugh and punched Eddie lightly in the shoulder. “Only 3 hours old and already facing the peanut gallery. Don’t be mean to our son on his birthday.” Eddie looked around before he briefly squeezed his hand, stroking his thumb over the band from their illegal backyard wedding five years ago. “I never said he was an ugly potato. But he’s an oval swaddled lump, they’ve spudified him! Our-” Eddie stopped for a moment, his eyes widening before choking out “Our son. Steve, oh my G-d, we’re parents now.” Steve had been a blubbering mess alongside Robin during the entire ride to the hospital and delivery, but Eddie had managed to keep it together. Now, it was as if the floodgates opened. By the time the nurses brought their infant — their son! — back into Robin’s room, Wayne had arrived and Eddie pulled himself together enough to take the baby into only slightly shaking hands. “Hey there, happy birthday little guy, I hope you know how much you’re going to be loved, always” he whispered softly as he ducked his head down to place a soft kiss on his son’s forehead. Steve stepped in to place a kiss in the same spot, his heart bursting.
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bngtnblues · 6 years
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Hii i just read quixotic it was so good do you know when youll be posting part 2? I cant wait!!!
thankyouthankyouthankyou anon!!🌸💕💕💕 Im glad you’ve enjoyed the story! I still have yet to start part 2 so please stay put - tina 🌸
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myfavoriteficss · 3 years
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Do you have any Ginny Weasley x Reader fics?
I know of a few! Enjoy!
Ginny Weasley
Written by: @a-simple-imagine
Down at The Lake
Written by: @hellounicorn
All I Want
Written by: @imaginewlw
Family Dinner
Written by: @kendras-knotty-kookies
Potioned
Written by: @pepper-up-potion
Back rubs
Written by: @dracossweetprincess
acceptance
Written by: @leviosa-moon
Saturn Rising
Written by: @tinawriting
Oblivious
Written by: @dreamcxtcherr
Shared Burden
Written by: @sourweasley
golden
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romaxnogersav · 4 years
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Hi again! Don't worry about deleting the other ask earlier! It happens to the best of us lol! So I just wanted to stop by to tell you not to doubt yourself because your writing is great and you should always be writing for yourself first. Your writing is for you and that's what really matters, the rest of us are just blessed that you're sharing it with us. You've just gotta take your time and let things happen and be confident in yourself. As long as your happy, we're happy!! 💫💜✍️ #Tinawrites
Hi, first, thank you sooo much for sending this again, i was feeling soo bad this morning like really bad, it’s just the person i am i guess you’ll see in the future that i’m always like that lol
But, that aside, just thank you so much for the nice words you said. It really means so much to me that even though i’m just starting out, there’s someone out there sweet enough to stop by and try and calm that anxiety i have about writing, to some extent. 
I do really hope that what i write is indeed somewhat good, and i’m just happy that you liked what i wrote. I have something in the works now, and i hope to have it out soon. 
This is getting kind of long, so im going to leave it at that, really thank you and just know that any other time that i want to stop by for whatever reason that is, you are more than welcome to 💕💫
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stsgooo · 5 years
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my writing blog is @tinawrites-stuff follow or perish
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tinawriting · 3 years
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URL CHANGE
kirawriting > tinawriting
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ao3-onepiece · 7 years
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Black Feathers
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hAU3s6
by Tinawrites
This story follows the nameless female that fell into the Heavenly Demon's clutches, as she faces a far more twisted fate than death itself......why?
Because she triggered the vile and sickening memories of Doflamingo, and he intends to correct the events from 13 years ago.
Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: One Piece
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Vergo (One Piece), Heart Pirates, Baby 5 (One Piece), Dellinger (One Piece), Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Dr. Vegapunk, Caesar Clown, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates, Bellamy (One Piece), Donquixote Pirates
Relationships: Donquixote Doflamingo/Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Donquixote Doflamingo/Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo/Original Character(s)
Additional Tags: Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Graphic Description, Anxiety Attacks, Emotional Manipulation, Older Man/Younger Woman, Manipulation, Sexual Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Sexual Harassment, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Threats of Violence, God Complex, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Heavy Angst, Memory Loss, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Blood Kink, Size Kink, Implied/Referenced Incest, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Blackmail, Violent Sex, Suicidal Thoughts, Minor Character Death, Human Trafficking, Borderline Personality Disorder, Torture, Psychological Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Psychological Trauma, Implied Relationships, Bondage, Threesome - F/M/M
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hAU3s6
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tinawrites · 7 years
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tinytalkingtina · 2 months
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Dough
Written for the @steddiemicrofic March prompt pin.
388 words | Rating: T | CW: implied shower sex Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Baking, Implied/Referenced Sex, Steve is Italian
Ao3 link (also contains the recipe that inspired this) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Steve, half covered in flour, squinted at the smudged and slightly greasy index card. “I can’t make out the handwriting here, does that say 4 or 9 cups?” He pushed it under Eddie’s face, wincing as a little shower of flour sprinkled down to the floor. Eddie stopped rummaging through the cabinets to look up at his boyfriend incredulously. “Isn’t 9 cups like half the bag? Exactly how many people is this recipe for?” Steve shrugged, dislodging yet more flour from his hair. “Nona had…” He trailed off muttering names to himself. “6 siblings, and they all had at least 2 kids. Her Sunday dinners were for the entire family, so she was feeding an army of hungry Italians.” He moved back to the mixing bowl. “Okay, executive decision time, we’re going with 9 cups, I want everyone to take home leftovers.“ “Sound goo-AHA” Steve didn’t glance away from the mixer at the outburst. “Did you finally find the measuring spoons?” “I’m telling you, they don’t exist! But behold my liege:” Eddie brandished the rolling pin. “Your mighty weapon to slay this culinary dragon!” Steve was now preoccupied kneading the dough, his arm muscles flexing distractingly. “Can’t use that. Nona goes out of her way to say you have to roll it out by hand. And before you ask,” he said, holding up a hand at Eddie’s open mouth, “no, I don’t know why she had a grudge against spoons either. Just mix the filling with your fingers okay? It’s not like you mind getting dirty.” Eddie smirked. “No, I certainly don’t.” Draping himself over Steve’s back, he placed a kiss on his neck. “In fact I could show you how much I don’t mind right now.” Steve shook off his now flour-streaked koala of a boyfriend. “You know Robin’s rule, no sex in the kitchen. But,” he said, with a smirk of his own, “if we put this in the oven before 2 we probably have enough time to shower together.” “Oh you are so on, Harrington.” Eddie dashed over to the counter and began furiously chopping up chocolate. And if Robin came home to find a red-faced Steve cutting burnt edges off the baci di dama while Eddie mopped up the bathroom of a tiny amount of excess water, well, that was nobody’s business but theirs.
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bngtnblues · 6 years
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Are you going to continue quixotic? It's very good!
aww thank you very much for reading it💓💓 and yes I’m planning to write pt 2. It originally wasn’t part of the plan but with amount of support, the next part will hopefully be up soon -tina🌸
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tinytalkingtina · 24 days
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You can't fool yourself forever
Written for the @steddiemicrofic April challenge prompt "fool".
454 words (according to wordcounter.net) | rating G
Tags: Eddie Munson has a sexuality crisis, denial of feelings to self-acceptance, grappling with internalized homophobia briefly, getting together
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Dawn is slowly breaking, the grey light beginning to fill his room. Somewhere outside a bird trills, bearing witness to the end of yet another night of restlessness. A robin his brain unhelpfully supplies. Except, he can’t think of robins, because then he pictures Robin. And he can’t picture Robin. Absolutely can’t, because if he does then he’ll think of hazel eyes and a smile that meant—nope. No, he wasn’t going to think about the robin. Had been avoiding any thoughts of robins for 3 days, 5 hours, and 15 minutes. 3 days, 5 hours, and 15 minutes since a smile made him realize the shape of his feelings. Feelings that sent him retreating into the relative safety of his and Wayne’s new trailer. Shivered in the tub the rest of that night while he did not and could not think about it. Since then he’d dodged talking to anyone in person, but he knew couldn’t skip out on the morning checkins. If he avoided everyone altogether, at best, one of the kids might show up. At worst, Ste-no. But it was going to be fine, because he’s forcing himself out of bed to grope around for his walkie, just as Dustin begins roll call. It’s going to be fine, even if after his tepid “Munson here…over” came the sound of Ste-his voice softly pouring out from the walkie. Even if that alone simultaneously sent butterflies swooping into his stomach and icy dread dripping down his insides. You’re a fool Edward Munson. He had to be, to think that after half the town set out on a witch-hunt, he’d ever be perceived as anything but the freak. Before it was something he took pride in, to spit back at their faces. Now, he’s just terrified. A few hours of circular thinking later, the birds silence as a car pulls up. Eddie gets up to help Wayne with the groceries. Except it’s not Wayne, it’s Ste— “Hey man. It’s just been a few days since we’ve seen you and Wayne said you came down with a bug or…something? He wasn’t super clear when I called and you didn’t sound great on the checkin. So. I figured I’d bring some food over.” “Oh, uh, thanks, come in?” Eddie’s brain supplies on autopilot, too panicked to formulate a reason to slam the door shut. Ste-he sets the Tupperware down before raising a hand to Eddie’s forehead. “You don’t have much of a fever.” He just smiles and slowly strokes his fingers down the side of Eddie's face and-Oh. Maybe Eddie will always be a freak. But he doesn’t have to be a fool forever. He can raise a shaking hand to Steve’s face, finally meeting him halfway.
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tinytalkingtina · 2 months
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Don't brush it aside
Written for the @steddiemicrofic March prompt pin. Thanks to the STWG for the idea
388 words | rating: G Tags: Getting together, first kiss (implied, ran out of words a bit), hair washing/care, soft
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Steve sets Eddie down in a chair against the bathroom sink. “I just want to trim the dead ends a little before we wash it.” “Sure. Just uh, don’t cut it all off accidentally I guess?” Trying not to flinch at the snip of the scissors, Eddie stares as a sunbeam slowly tracks across avocado colored tiles. Steve turns the faucet on and the sunbeam now shimmers and dances with the water’s reflection. He gently tilts Eddie’s head back under the stream. “Your scalp isn’t super oily so I’m not gonna to strip your hair with shampoo. We’ll add the conditioner and detangle with that in so your curls don’t frizz out. Can’t believe you’ve been taking a brush to it dry man, you lose all your definition.” Steve says with a smirk and gentle nudge to Eddie’s side. Eddie tries not to lean into the touch, even if Steve lingers in his space long enough for him to know it’s wanted. A part of him wants to take the next step they’ve both been slowly inching towards. But not quite at the edge yet, he just closes his eyes as Steve gently starts to work out knots with a comb, the scent of coconut wafting out of the bottle of conditioner. “Thanks for doing this.” he says into the quiet. For the first time in years, he doesn’t shove down the memory of someone with soft hands and curls like his all prettily pinned up washing his hair in the tub, a Dolly record echoing from down the hall. You would have liked him. “Of course. Been doing my own since I was 14, just like it. Besides, it’ll probably make you feel better, yeah?” Eddie glances upwards at Steve. He’s preoccupied massaging some mousse in, the tip of his tongue stuck out in concentration. “Yeah, it does.” Yeah, you do. Steve take a step back, assessing his work. “Alright, pretty much done. Gonna dry it with a t-shirt- no more towels, I’m serious. Really we should get you a silk pillowcase too. Pretty sure my mom has some around here she doesn’t remember existing.” The sunbeam frames Steve’s softly smiling face in a golden halo. Eddie touches his hair, all wrapped up with such care. Looks at Steve. And, with a breath, finally takes that step.
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tinytalkingtina · 23 days
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six sentence sunday
rules: post 6 sentences of an unfinished work
Was tagged last minute by @augustjustice! Thanks for the motivation to give this chapter an actual ending :)
This is from my Steddie Startrek fic. Gotta start dropping hints about S'tevan's tragic backstoryTM to give Eddie a reason to poke the bear a little.
“For the right person, even an ambitious officer would make sure to keep a relationship alive, no?” Eddie could have sworn he saw S’tevan’s composure slip again for a second, before haughtiness overtook his features as he opened his mouth. “No, I don’t believe that’s realistic. Now, Lieutenant, I recommend you hurry and finish up your duties; I have engaged the company of Officer Brixx, and I am sure he is most eager for us to begin tonight’s activities.” Eddie chewed his lip as he watched S’tevan walk away. He’d never been one to let go of something once he got ahold of it, and right now, he was very interested in what else might cause S’tevan to lose his precious self-control like that.
It's nearly tomorrow right now, so this is a no pressure tag for whenever @chaosgremlinmunson!
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tinytalkingtina · 21 days
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Logical imperfection - Chapter 3 (Steddie Star Trek AU)
Chapter 3 is now live! In which Eddie is leading his first away mission, and we get to hint at S'tevan's Tragic BackstoryTM.
Eddie continued to fuss with the machine for several minutes before his anxiety and anger finally boiled over. “Stupid hunk of junk!” He growled, kicking it in frustration. In response, the water purifier sputtered to life and kicked out a cloud of sand directly into Eddie’s face. Coughing, half blind, he flailed around wildly before losing his balance and falling flat on his ass. Truly the picture of a calm and collected senior officer. “I see your decade of experience in engineering has well prepared you for desert survival tactics.” S’tevan commented dryly, leaning against some rocks a distance away. Eddie glared at his pointy-eared rival. Some security officer he was, letting his crewmates injure their bodies (and egos). But after months of jabs about how planetary missions were the only real work in Starfleet, Eddie didn’t want to give S’tevan the satisfaction.
Read the full chapter on Ao3!
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tinytalkingtina · 1 month
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Last 3 lines game
rules: post the last three lines you've written and if has been over a week, write something new in a wip.
@augustjustice tagged me, thanks! (Very excited about their body swap fic, so go tag them for WIP Weekend)
Chapter 3 of my Star Trek Steddie fic continues to fight being written, but some rather nice comments have gotten me fired up again :)
Hope y'all enjoy this as much as Eddie hates S'tevan at the moment!
Eddie glared at his pointy-eared rival. “Oh I’m sorry, I missed the moment where you were able to repair this extremely complicated piece of technology from your lofty vantage point over there.” “It would seem I neglected to witness such actions from you as well, Lieutenant.
Tagging @chaosgremlinmunson, but anyone else who wants to can participate!
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tinytalkingtina · 2 days
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Last Sentence Tag game
Was tagged by @soaringornithopter, and was able to write something yesterday, huzzah!
Big Boy wasn't going to like this one bit, but hopefully he wouldn't set Eddie on fire in his displeasure.
Trying my hand at a "what if Steve was a dragon" scenario, and accidentally wrote an entire fantasy culture about magic users being kidnapped as children and forced to serve the king, whoops.
Tagging @victorynotincluded because I love regency AU's
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