#writing celebration

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

Congrays on 250 followers 🥳🥳 You deserve them lovely!! Could I request a Therapeutic Thursday, please? James Potter x shy reader.

Where reader misheard a conversation among the marauders talking about james's huge crush and she understands it's her friend Lily but no, it's about reader. So she runs away crying because her insecurities (for example she is so shy and she thinks james would never fancy her) somehow james finds reader crying and basically much comfort

Thank you 💚🤍

thank you so so much!! sorry i'm like a million years late on this / it's not my best work, but i broke my wrist during my writing celebration days, putting a bit of an end to it until i settled into my cast lol but didn't want to leave this unanswered, and hope you like it! 💚

for my 250 Followers Writing Event!

pairing: James Potter x reader

word count: 1.9k

tags: insecurities and just fluffiness, not proofread

You’re trotting carelessly down the stairs when you hear lowered voices coming up from a corner of the common room. You don’t necessarily mean to eavesdrop, but slowing down and not barging in is a bit of an instinct when you hear hushed tones. And staying… well, I’d like to see anyone not stay when they make their name out amidst the whispers. 

It’s Sirius’s voice you hear say, ‘They’re all looking forward to Hogsmeade tomorrow, Prongs. Y/L/N, McKinnon, Macdonald, Meadowes, and Evans.’ He seems to be making a point of listing each of your best friends. You find it odd until his explanation turns your curiosity to dread as he continues, ‘How’s she supposed to realize you fancy her if you only ever hang out with her in such a large group? The girl isn’t a legilimens, Potter.’

Oh, Godric. He fancies someone. James fancies someone. And it’s someone close to you. There’s no way… Maybe it could be… I mean is it really that unthinkable that it might be… Yes. Yes, it is unthinkable, your inner voice reminds you, immediately sobering any sparking expectations. It is unthinkable that it could be you, so why would you let yourself think it? 

You’ve fancied him forever, and he’s never done anything about it. Of course it’s not you. Marlene, maybe. With her ridiculous good looks and even more ridiculous confidence. Or Mary. Who wouldn’t love Mary? with her sweetness and thoughtfulness that know no equal. Dorcas perhaps. You imagine it’s easy to fall in love with someone so bright and funny. (It was easy with James after all, you can’t help but think.) Or… that only leaves Lily. You’re stomach drops at the thought as if from some sixth sense. It has to be Lily. She’s lovely, of course, but it’s more than that. She’s just so good at talking to him, has such chemistry with him. She’s never fazed by his… his… his James-ness. And he probably likes that. Probably likes someone who’s not putty in his hands… Like you are.

You struggle to swallow down the growing lump in your throat, to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes. You cover your mouth to not accidentally let out a sound and run back upstairs to your dorm. 

Most of the time you don’t mind having to share a room. Your dormmates are your best friends after all. But in select moments, like this one, you find yourself desperately wishing for privacy. Their care and comfort is part of why you love them, but you wish no one would see you now, crying over something so embarrassing. 

‘Y/N??’ Lily sees you immediately. ‘What’s wrong, lovely? Are you okay??’ She rushes to your side as you plop down sadly onto your bed. 

‘I’m fine,’ you try, fresh tears still streaming down your face.

‘You’re not,’ she says gently, putting her hand on your shoulder, holding you comfortingly. Mary is also in the room, keeping her distance to not overwhelm you, but lingering nearby, concernedly watching you. ‘What happened?’

‘Nothing,’ you say, wiping your face. ‘It’s stupid.’

‘It’s not if it’s making you sad,’ Mary says. You give a weak grin and confide in them. 

‘I heard the boys talking.’ You look shyly from one to the other. ‘James fancies someone.’ A look of understanding dawns on both their faces. 

‘Who?’ Lily asks. You pause, uncertain what to say. 

‘I’m not sure actually.’ A sigh. ‘But the point is we all know it’s not me.’

‘Since when?’ Lily asks, her tone fiercer than it has been so far. ‘Don’t include me in that. I don’t know why you refuse to see how sweet he always is to you and how he looks at you differently than he does the rest of us.’ Mary nods in agreement.

‘Of course he’s sweet,’ you say, exasperated, ‘but he’s sweet to all his friends; it’s one of the things I love about him.’ You conveniently choose to ignore the other part of what she said, having denied it many times before — whether to keep them or yourself from thinking it, you weren’t so sure anymore.

You let things lie and go to bed still teary, hoping to get some sleep, even if sad sleep, before the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow. 

‘Hi, Y/N/N.’

‘Hi, James,’ you respond shyly as he comes up beside you on the walk to Hogsmeade. You smile at him, but remembering your puffy eyes from falling asleep crying, you turn away, self-conscious and embarrassed. 

‘You okay?’ 

‘Yeah, great,’ you respond to the floor. He just nods and keeps walking next to you in slightly awkward silence. 

You and all your friends begin exploring the town as you usually do, hitting up all your favorite shops. James, Sirius, and Remus spend way too long in Zonko’s per usual; you, Lily, and Mary at Scrivenshaft’s. You’re all finally at Honeydukes, stocking up on enough sweets to feed a village. James comes up to you, his smile sweeter than anything in the store. 

‘Let me get you something,’ he says bumping your shoulder with his, fiddling with the chocolate frog box you were holding. ‘I still owe you for last time you so generously gave me some of yours when Sirius had eaten all of mine,’ he chuckled. 

‘It’s okay,’ you say, surely blushing. ‘I was happy to.’

‘I know. But now I’m happy to get this for you.’ 

‘Okay,’ you whisper. ‘Thanks.’

‘Sure thing.’ He lingers next to you, and as he takes the little box from you, his thumb gives a couple quick caresses to the back of your hand. It’s so quick, you don’t even have time to react, but you’re giddy as you make your way to the till together. 

To end the day out, you end up at the Three Broomsticks. Most of the group is already here, except for Lily and Remus who had detoured to get some tea at Madam Puddifoot’s and would then catch up. You’re sitting next to James, and though you struggle with coming up with what to say from time to time and blush pretty much the whole time, your conversation is flowing, and you’re filled with that excited warmth only James elicits in you. 

You get up to go to the loo, and when you come back out, your heart sinks. Lily has taken your spot next to James, and they are leaning close to each other laughing easily. You’re not sure which feels worse: the jealousy toward your best friend or the longing toward your crush. You feel familiar tears welling up in your eyes and, dreading the idea of everyone seeing you cry, you try to sneak out the door. You’re trying so hard to avoid looking toward their table, you don’t see James notice you leaving. 

Your tears falling softly, your arms wrapped around yourself tightly, you walk up the street back toward the carriages. You friends will catch up, you figure. 

‘Y/N!’ you hear behind you. You don’t turn but wipe aggressively at your eyes. 

‘Y/N! Wait up!’ James continues. You don’t stop, but a few seconds later, you hear him jogging up behind you. ‘Hey, wait. Where are you going?’ His hand comes to your shoulder gently. ‘Woah, you okay?’ he startles at your tears. Great… this could not be more embarrassing. 

‘I’m fine,’ you say a bit shortly, trying not to cry worse in your frustration. ‘I just have a headache, so I thought I’d head back,’ you lie. 

‘Without telling us?’ He doesn’t sound accusatory; he sounds hurt. 

‘Sorry,’ you whisper, looking down. ‘I didn’t want to be a bother.’ 

‘You’re never a bother. We would’ve been worried about you, silly.’ You can tell he’s trying to sound lighthearted and appreciate his attempt at lessening the attention to your crying, but your cheeks burn anyhow. ‘Are you sure nothing else is wrong? You seemed okay just a little while ago.’ 

You’re not sure what to say, so you say nothing. A few moments go by, your gaze still fixed on the ground, your teeth nervously worrying at your bottom lip. James’s hand comes up to your chin, and he pushes your face up, looking into your eyes. His thumb gently wipes your tears from your cheeks. 

‘I hate seeing you sad,’ he whispers. 

You lean into his touch and after a moment softly whisper, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, that’s not what I meant at all. Shit, I wanted to make you feel better, not worse. You shouldn’t be sorry for anything.’ He’s reeling a bit. 

‘No, I… I didn’t mean… shit, sorry… I mean! I’m not sorry! Oh, Godric.’ Your hand comes up to hide your face in embarrassment. His comes up and grabs yours, pulling it away from your face and holding it. He’s grinning, clearly amused at your adorable flusteredness. You take a deep breath and tell him, ‘ You’re not making me feel worse. You always make me feel better. Even if I’m already alright… you always make me feel better.’ You smile shyly but brightly.

‘You always make me feel better,’ he says, stepping closer to you, your hand still in his. ‘Actually, I… Well, I… I was hoping to spend time with you today.’ You don’t understand.

Brows furrowed, you respond, ‘You did.’

‘Right. But, well, I was hoping we could spend some time together just us.’ His other hand nervously adjusts his glasses then messes with his hair. 

‘Not with Lily?’ you ask before realizing what an awkward question it is. 

‘Lily?’

‘Yeah… I thought you, maybe…fancied her?’

‘I fancy you,’ he says quickly.

You stutter, ‘You do?’ He nods vehemently.

‘Of course I do.’

‘You sure?’ you ask in your shocked disbelief. He lets out a barking laugh at this. 

‘Yes, silly, I’m pretty sure. Have been for a while actually.’ He steps closer to you and squeezes your hand. ‘I just didn’t know how to tell you.’ His expression shifts from amused adoration to nervousness as he adds, ‘Do you… do you feel the same?’

‘Yes!’ you say too quickly, too loudly. You scrunch your eyes shut abashedly, and he giggles, giddy again, a crooked smile across his lovely face. ‘Yes,’ you repeat more softly. 

‘Brilliant,’ he responds, equally softly, maintaining an intimate air between you. ‘You want to take a walk together or something?’ You nod excitedly.

You start walking hand in hand, the silence filled with contentedness and anticipation. You’ve walked a couple of minutes when James asks, ‘How’s your headache?’

‘What?’

‘You said you had a headache. We can head back if you’re not feeling well.’

 ‘Oh. No, I don’t have a headache anymore.’ You chew your bottom lip.

‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to… but I think something else was bothering you, and I really do want to help if I can,’ he offers sweetly.

You stop and turn to face him. Looking between his eyes, you gather the courage after a moment to lean over and hug him. He hugs you back tightly. 

When you part, staying close, you confess, ‘I was sad because I saw you with Lily and I was sure you didn’t like me back.’

His eyes widen a bit, but then he smiles as he says, ‘Great.’

‘What?’

‘It is something I can help with then.’ You laugh for a second, but your laughter stops as you gasp in anticipation when he brings his face close to yours. ‘I think this’ll help,’ he whispers as his lips brush yours. And, as you kiss him back ardently, it certainly does.

#marauders fanfic #marauders #marauder x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter imagine #james potter oneshot #james potter fluff #lily evans #fluff #writing celebration #ria250

[reidsaurora]

You are invited to:

reidsaurora's twentieth birthday bash! ☆

The Orders:

🧁 Leo Baby Birthday Cake - send me a character + a prompt from this list and i'll write you a blurb!

🧁 Confetti Cupcakes - send me a character + concept/trope/au and i'll write you a blurb!

🧁 Birthday Batch Cookies - send me a character + concept/trope/au and i'll write you some headcanons!

🧁 Birthday Breakfast - send me a character + concept/trope/au and i'll make you a moodboard!

🧁 Ice Cream Sundae - send me a 💞 and i'll write you a handwritten note! (mutuals only)

🧁 Rainbow Sherbet - send me a 🎶 and a genre and i'll make you a playlist! (mutuals only)

🧁 Sparkling Strawberry Lemonade - send me a thing and i'll cast my mutuals as it!

🧁 Party Punch - send me ask games! fmk, would you rather, etc!

🧁 Cake Batter Martini - send me a character + kink and i'll write a you nsfw blurb!

The Rules:

🧁 This event will run through leo season! - as a leo my baby myself, i love taking the opportunity to celebrate my fellow leos because i don't think we get the love we deserve! that being said, this event will run through leo season, meaning it will start July 23rd and end August 22nd! (give or take, depending on how many requests i get and how long it takes me to write them)

🧁 Send asks to designated blogs! - please check my pinned post for request rules! this account is exclusive to criminal minds and daisy jones & the six requests, but this doesn't mean i'm not taking requests for this event over on my stranger things blog, @honeysuckleharringtons!

🧁 NSFW asks are designated to my NSFW blog! - while there is an option in this event for nsfw blurbs, that does not mean to send them to this blog!!! any and all nsfw asks should be sent to my nsfw blog, @hornyhornyhimbos!

🧁 Please be respectful to the blogger and to others! - use your noggin when requesting things. if it sounds offensive, it probably is, so just keep it to yourself. treat people with kindness!!!

🧁 Please be understanding when putting in requests! - writing blurbs and headcanons and such can be time-consuming so please be gracious when leaving requests! i will try to answer everyone's asks in as timely of a manner as possible!

🧁 tagging some mutuals to spread the word if they'd like! -> @dungeons-are-too-cold @reidsbookclub @reidselle @broken-stardust @nomajdetective @writer-in-theory @lcvingprentjss @serenity-lattes @writingquillsandpainpills @sadgirlml @rupsmorge @lukeclvez @foxy-eva @bejeweledmunson @gay-prentiss @orchidmunson @letarasstuff @milla984 @coldbrewreid @stevesmunsons

#celebration #celebration post #birthday #birthday celebration #birthday event #birthday challenge #writing challenge #writing event #writing celebration #criminal minds #daisy jones and the six #djats #stranger things #ask box #ask box open #inbox #inbox open #anons #anons open #send requests #fill my inbox #emmy writes #reidsaurora's birthday bash! #reidsaurora

[omgrachwrites]

Rach's 2K Celebration!!!!!!

Guys!!! I've just seen that I've reached 2K followers and I literally cried in work like a baby!! Thank you so much guys, you honestly don't know how much this means to me! <3

I want to do a lil writing celebration, everything will be under the cut!

If you guys wanted to request something from one of the prompts and the characters below, please do have a look!!

However if you would like to write your own lil piece, it can be with any character you like!

Prompts (none of these belong to me);

Fluff;

“You’re so cute

 “I love you.” 

“I really, really like you.” 

"I want to marry you.”

“I care about you.”

“You’re so warm.”

“Good morning, sweetie.”

“I consider you family. You know that, right?” ​

“You’re so weird.” 

“You’re ticklish?”

“Have you eaten today?” 

“I’m addicted to you.” 

“I want you.” 

“I can be me around you.”

"You’re bringing out a different kind of me.

Angst;

“Get Out. Now.”

“Please don’t hurt _____!” “

"We need to talk.”

“Don’t die on me–     Please.”  

“(S)He’s gone.”

Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” 

I trusted you.” 

Sorry won’t fix this.” 

The worst thing is,that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.” 

“I always knew you would be the one I would take a bullet for,” ​

Your wedding is beautiful, I’m happy for you.”

“Did you think of me when you were having sex with her?”

Au;

Coffee shop

Movie Night

Rivals to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Arranged marriage

Secret admirer

Fake relationship

Secret relationship

Character list:

Dalton Lambert

Any of the Harry Potter boys

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

If you guys choose to write something for a prompt you can write it about any character you want to!

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Tagging some of my babies; @daltonsqueen @daltonshotgf @fluentmoviequoter @lambertdiary @stardustparadisesworld @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader @nyx22-blogs @llvmos @loving-and-dreaming @

#rach's 2k celebration #2k #writing celebration #i love you all so much

[cosmal]

FOROURMOONS 1K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

— guidelines

hi! can’t begin to explain how grateful i am to all of you for ever looking at my blog let alone thinking u should follow me. i appreciate it so so much it’s unbelievable. never thought id reach 1k followers, didn’t think it was achievable idk why. but it’s amazing and i love u all. mwah. mwah. mwah.

<- go back nav 2022 KINKTOBER

pls feel free to send in as many as you want and i'll try my 100% best to complete them! but pls send one request per ask so it's easier to organise!

must be 18+ if nsfw pls!

blog rules are here!

open from oct 10th - oct 17th

THE GARDEN

TULIPS — send me an character i write for + a scenario or prompt and i’ll write you a blurb! fluff smut or angst!

BUTTERCUP — send me a lyric prompt + a character and i’ll write a blurb. fluff smut or angst.

DAHLIA — send me a word and i’ll find it in one of my current wips and i’ll post an excerpt with that word.

DAISY — send me a character + a concept and i’ll write some headcanons

ORCHID — send me an emoji and i’ll assign a song for your blog

IVY — common tumblr games! fmk, would you rather, this or that

tagging some moots because ily so much

@qtcupid @faeology @lurkymurker @masivechaos @hauntinghawkins @lucasnclair @theemunsons @hawdkins @eddiesmetalfairy @eddiesfairy @gilmore-angel @ker0senebunny @cupids-crystals @fxllfaiiry @dead-pcets @appocalipse @creelteeth @fairydxll @royalmaybank @omenhel

#1k followers #celebration #writing celebration #aerial!!!!! #thank u!!!!

[runnning-outof-time]

• K’s ‘Halfway to 2K’ Celebration •

Thank you so very much for 1.5K Followers!

I never thought that when I started writing again that this blog would become so big, and that my stories would be read by so many people. The amount of support that I get absolutely blows my mind each and every day that I log onto this site. I don’t think I would be writing still if y’all hadn’t been so nice to me. It really means a lot. ☺️💕

So......for my 1K follower celebration, I took on some blurb requests and tried my best for y’all. Now, for my ‘halfway to 2K’ celebration, I figured I’d ask for some of the amazing writers within the Peaky community to join in and celebrate with me.

I’ve decided to organize a little celebration that I will go into detail about below the cut, so if you’re interested, please tap/click on the ‘keep reading’ so you can learn what it’s about. I really hope that you’d want to celebrate with me!!

If you’re not interested, thank you so much, again, for following me and/or reading my stories. You are truly the reason why this blog is still alive. 🥰❤️

**For Updated Choices and Finished Creations, check this post out!

First off, thanks so much for taking interest in my celebration! It means the world to me that you’d want to join in!

So I’m gonna start off by saying that this beautiful idea comes from what Lily ( @/retromafia ) decided to do for her latest celebration. I absolutely love music, and, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, I love to base stories off of songs that I get inspired by...so when I was thinking about what to do for a celebration, my mind went to this idea almost immediately.

Listed below are a bunch of songs that I’m in love with/have been listening to a lot recently (I may have gone a bit overboard, I know). I feel like these songs would lend themselves well to writing (particularly with peaky), and I hope that you find the same.

So...if you’d still like to participate:

first off, pick a song. Then pick a character(s) you’d like to write with (it can be any character from the show — only Peaky Blinders though, please). You can use a show pairing, OC, or a reader for your story...I’m open to all ideas. If you plan to write something that’s NSFW (18+), please make sure that you put the proper warnings (and that you are 18+)! Finally: Send me a message with the song and the character you’re going to be writing with!

- Because I have so many songs listed here, I hope that you’ll be able to find one that will strike inspiration. If you absolutely, positively want to use a song of your choice, please send me a message with the title and artist first. I’d really love for you to pick one of mine, but I will be open to suggestions.

- I’ve gone back and forth between how many people can use the same song. I think that I’m going to allow two (2) people per song, but I’d hope that you might find interest in one that has no names under it first...if that makes sense. I’d like to see as many songs on the list used as possible. Also, you’re more than welcome to choose more than one song ... in fact, choose as many as you’d like!

If you’re not a fic writer, but you’d still like to participate: I’d be happy to accept moodboards or edits, or whatever else you may want to create. If this applies to you, please make sure that you send me a message letting me know what you’ll be creating and what song you’ll be using.

**You don’t have to be following me to join in on the fun — everyone’s welcome here!**

There is no deadline for these creations to be submitted by — let your creativity flow free!

Please make sure that you tag me in your work so that I can see it!

Alright...let’s get into the songs now. I’ve listed them in alphabetical order. I hope you find one that interests you! 😊

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After A Few - Travis Denning

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Ain’t Nobody - Bones Owens

Better Man - 5 Seconds of Summer

Burning House - Cam

Can’t Make You Love Me - Chloe Fredericks

Corner of Your Lips - Francy & The First Time Feeling

Dance with Me - Morgan Evans & Kelsea Ballerini

Devil Is A Woman - Bishop Gunn

Don’t You Wanna Stay - Jason Aldean & Kelly Clarkson

Fallin’ All In You - Shawn Mendes

Fix A Heart - Brett Eldredge

FOR YOUR LOVE - Måneskin

Gold Rush - Taylor Swift

Hard to Love - Lee Brice

Hesitate - Jonas Brothers

Hotel California - The Eagles

I Don’t Trust Myself (With Loving You) - John Mayer

I Want More (Live at Skálholt) - KALEO

I Will Destroy the Void in You - The Glorious Sons

Lady May - Tyler Childers

Lover - Taylor Swift

Lover of Mine - 5 Seconds of Summer

Parallel Line - Keith Urban

Photograph - Def Leppard

Quietly Yours - Birdy

Reputation - Post Malone

Runaway - Maroon 5

Satelitte - Harry Styles

Shameless - Garth Brooks

Slip Away - Luke Hemmings

Starting Over - Chris Stapleton

Stay - Post Malone

Steady Heart - Kameron Marlowe

St. Patrick - PVRIS

Symptoms - Devin Dawson

The Knife or the Hatchet - Ryan Hurd

The Laws of Love and War - The Glorious Sons

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

To Be So Lonely - Harry Styles

To Hell & Back - Maren Morris

To Make You Feel My Love - Garth Brooks

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

What a Time - Julia Michaels & Niall Horan

Why Can’t This Be Love? - Van Halen

Wild Eyes - The Glorious Sons

Willow - Taylor Swift

Woman - Harry Styles

Work Song - Hozier

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Just wanted to tag some people who have been so very lovely to me throughout my time on here and who might be interesting in joining in on the celebration (no pressure though) 🥰

@zablife @holacia2 @retromafia @l1-l4 @mrsalwayswrite @mrs-gray @gretelshelby @christinasyellowflowers @look-at-the-soul @riridontneedya @theshelbyclan @mrs-shelbysolomons @sunsetmourners @gilmoreslorelai @julkaamazing @huntingingoodwill @mythos-writes @amysteryspot @peaky-cillian @pherelesytsia @madame-wilsonn @findinghisredrighthand @dearshelby @magicalxdaydream @peakyswritings @toms-cherry-trees @teenwolf-theoriginals @yummycastiel @shelbydelrey @noforkingclue @celticmelody @writeroutoftime @evita-shelby @writerliry @julyzaa @padfootdaredmetoo @gypsy-girl-08 @notyour-valentine @runesandmoons @agrayshade @amysteryspot @fallatyourfeet @anonymooseforever007 @normatural @helio-nex @priceofasapphire @anotherblinder @a-lil-bit-nuts @sympathyfortheblinderdevil @theshelbyslimited @thomasshelbydrabbles

**more lovely people tagged in the comments because Tumbr’s being funny and won’t let me tag any more blogs**

#k’s halfway to 2k celebration #writing celebration #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader #michael gray x reader #finn shelby x reader #luca changretta x reader

[mystic-writings]

Mystic's 1k followers writing challenge!

Thank you all so much for 1,000 followers! I never thought I'd ever reach this milestone, so thank you all again for getting me here. I struggled with deciding what to do for a celebration, so after I got some feedback from people on what to do, I decided to do a writing challenge! This is my first time doing something like this, so I hope people enjoy it!

When posting your fic, you must tag the post with #mystics1kchallenge and tag me in it, just to assure that I see it when it gets posted!

When posting your fic, you must tag the post with #mystics1kchallenge and tag me in it, just to assure that I see it when it gets posted!

When posting your fic, you must tag the post with #mystics1kchallenge and tag me in it, just to assure that I see it when it gets posted!

There are no prompt restrictions! Mix and match as many as you like, but there has to be at least one included in your fic. 

If your piece exceeds the 500 word mark, you have to use the ‘keep reading’ feature to avoid long posts clogging up the tag. 

Send in an ask with your character & prompt(s) of choice and I’ll add it to the list, but do not reply/reblog with your submission, I likely won’t accept it!

And remember, reblogs > likes!

Prompts ! - feel free to choose as many of these prompts as you’d like, there are no restrictions and anyone can choose whatever they feel like using!

Angst

1. “So… This is where it ends, huh?”

2. “You asshole! I thought you died.”

3. “You have to let me go.”

4. “One last time?”

5. “What happened to forever?”

6. “I shouldn’t still be in love with you.”

7. “It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

8. Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

9. “If it means anything, I love you.”

10. “All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

Fluff

1. “You’ve always felt like home.”

2. “I’m right where I belong.”

3. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

4. “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

5. “You make me feel alive.”

6. “You’re so adorable.”

7. “Will you lay with me for a little longer?”

8. “I thought you hated me.” “Nah, just playing around.”

9. “Run away with me.”

10. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a while.”

Tropes/situations

1. Poorly timed confession

2. Secret relationship

3. In vino veritas (drunken confession)

4. Time travel

5. Fake dating

6. Modern AU 

7. Royal AU

8. Neighbor AU

 9. Fairytale AU

10. Soulmate AU (any version)

Songs

Like Real People Do - Hozier

11:11 - Ben Barnes

Ready to Run - One Direction

exile (feat. Bon Iver) - Taylor Swift

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

Fandoms ! - you can choose any character from the following fandoms to write for, no matter who you choose I will read the fic! 

Marvel (MCU + Disney+ shows)

Once Upon a Time

Teen Wolf

The Maze Runner

Narnia

Harry Potter (lightning + marauders)

Stranger Things

tagging some mutuals who might be interested in participating: @honeymunson @natti-ice @slytherinbarnes @strawberrysodaslut @hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis @quillsandtypos @sunny-reys @lily-of-the-valley-writes @virginia-peters @swanimagines @sapphireplums @cupids-crystals @skiller0dani @darling-i-read-it @pariahsparadise @thatfanficwriter @the-young-and-forgotten @justafanficwriter @tmbm123 @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess

#mystics1kchallenge #writing challenge #writing celebration

[artemiseamoon]

Arte’s June Drabbles Celebration

Why? No reason. I just think it could be fun.

Start date 6/1/22 - End date: tba

🌸June Drabbles masterlist 🌸

About

Through the month, I’ll write short drabbles until I don’t feel like it anymore. Fandom list.

How does it work?

1. Pick a word prompt from this list *

2. Pick a character (ideally someone I write and have on my masterlist, need help? See fandom list) *

3. Indicate if you want your drabble to be: f reader or GN reader

4. You can request a theme like love, romance, angst, platonic, friends, etc (not writing smut but you can request ‘spicy’ as a theme)

5. Bonus option: if you want to use another prompt, pick one from this list (please say what number your prompt is from! As you will see there are three groups. Example: #1 from angst list)

6. Don’t skip a step! Please send me an ask with all of the elements I ask for.

7. FANDOM LIST

Other stuff

- I’ll post it when I post it, so please don’t be pushy

- Consider taking a half second to reblog, it helps.

- If you want a character in the realm of what I write, but they are not on my masterl list, just ask me and I’ll tell you if I can do it or not

- you can choose up to 3 words from the prompt list (step 1) *

- If you choose the bonus prompt (step 5) please pick one, two max *

- This is a multi fandom place! So if you wanna follow along, you may run into shows/characters you don’t personally follow or like. Don’t rain on anyone else’s parade! There is a super easy way to avoid this, use the filtering option! You can add a show, actor, etc to your filtered list. Look it up, it’s a super handy tool. I use it myself. Need help? See these posts (one) (two)

- Please no minors or shady blank blogs (thank you!)

💜

#June Drabbles #artes June Drabbles #starting soon #writing celebration

[eddiesbug]

thewritingbabe’s 1.5k sleepover!!

thank you so much for 1.5k!! i’ve only been here for three months so to have come so far already is baffling to me lol. i adore all of u and i hope sum of u participate in my sleepover! it’s running from right now to until i unpin this post! (aka: i haven’t decided how long it’ll run for lols)

welcome to lily’s library! here are the activities:

📕 rec a fic - either rec me your favorite fics or ask me for a rec of one that i love!

📚 drabbles - send me a short idea/concept or a fic title + a character and i'll write a little drabble based on it

📸 steamy drabbles - send me a nsfw idea concept + a character and i’ll write a little drabble based on it!

📙 ask me about my wips- i’m always down to talk about what i’m up to writing wise, so if you’re interested i can post little snippets, photos that match the vibe etc…

💌 sleepover games - fmk, would you rather, this or that, two truths and a lie, anything else you can think of!!

📓 moodboards - send me a character + an aesthetic or fic or just general vibe and i’ll made a moodboard based off of it

📒p!links - send me a nsfw scenario/concept + a character and i’ll link a p!rn link that i think matches

📌 hot takes - send me your most outrageous hot takes + opinions and i’ll tell you what i think orrrr i’ll tell you one of mine!!

no pressure tagging sum moots!! @mad-elia @morwap @munsnrot @sapphireplums @sxriusblxck @decadentpaperduck @jamespottersmommy @cherienymphe @coreycom @camerons-specialinterest @buckyshattergirl @balenciagabucky @mmurdock85 !!

#fanfic #writers on tumblr #imagines #writing #fiction #fem!reader #writing celebration #thewritingbabe 1.5k celebration!!

[imagine-you]

AO3 Milestone Celebration

I recently reached 10,000 total kudos on AO3, which is huge for me. I feel so honored that so many people ended up liking my fics and I wanted to do a little drabble writing event to celebrate.

If you'd like, you can send me an ask with a pairing plus a prompt from either this list or this list.

I'll write for any x reader pairings I've written before, which you can find on my AO3 if you're not sure of what I'll write for (except for any Robert Sheehan characters (sorry)).

If you're not sure if I'll write a pairing, it doesn't hurt to ask! 💖

#writing event #milestone celebration #reader insert #writing celebration #my writing

[jamminvroomvroom]

I absolutely adore your writing,

For the celebration, could you please do virgin reader first time with Oscar?

sunshine.

op x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which oscar arrives home to an unexpected guest…

hi hi hi! thank you so much anon, i hope this is what you wanted!! trying to get through requests, loving hearing from you guys! this one is so cute i think, let me know ur thoughts 😚😚

songs to set the mood: fall in love with you by montell fish, fade into you by mazzy star, like real people do by hozier

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!!! smut, fluff, friends to lovers, sleepy baby oscar, teeny tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, r’s first time, swearing

2.9k words

oscar’s exhausted, shoulders sagging beneath the thick material of his mclaren hoodie. he’s glad he left it in his carry on, the miserable london weather not even remotely living up to the warm glow of the middle eastern sun.

he craves his bed, dreamless sleep, entering the code to get into his building and slumping against the cool mirrored wall of the elevator. his eyes droop as the lift travels up, and the ding that sounds when he reaches his floor breathes life back into him.

the double header that kickstarted the season has knackered him, and he longs for alone time and silence to recuperate before he has to deal with the noise of going home and racing in front of a familiar crowd.

his key slides into the lock and he pushes the door open, throwing his bags by the door - he’ll deal with them later. the hoodie is shrugged off and dropped haphazardly on the floor next to the shoes he kicks off. his bed is calling. dazed, he trudges down the hallway, but he’s spooked by a faint sound coming from his bedroom.

as he primes himself to investigate, he hears footsteps, light and quiet against the floorboards. he goes to open his bedroom door, breathing heavy, but he just about jumps out of his skin when it swings open before he gets there. he yelps, and so do you, leaping into the air.

“you scared the shit out of me.” you shout, hand over your thumping heart.

“i scared you? what are you doing here?” oscar bites back, running his hand through his brown locks.

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to be here without your permission but… it’s a long story. i didn’t think you’d be home yet.” you smile apologetically.

“sofa.” oscar mumbles, stalking past his bedroom and towards the living room. “what’s goi- are you wearing my shirt?” he splutters, finally looking at you properly.

your face heats up, and you cross your arms awkwardly.

“um, yeah? god, this is all so embarrassing.” you cover your face, falling onto the sofa. he plonks down beside you.

“tell me what happened.” oscar sighs.

“he dumped me.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“why?” oscar asks softly. “ugh, i knew i hated him for a reason.” he wrinkles his nose.

“i don’t know how to explain this without wading into major tmi territory.” your voice is small, quivering slightly.

“you can tell me, love.” he encourages gently.

“he found it weird that i’m, uh, a virgin?” you squeak, your voice raising into a question. oscar goes as red as you are.

“oh. oh.”

“oh god, you’re freaked out too. is there something wrong with me? like, why has this not happened? i thought i was ready with him, but then when it came down to it…” you ramble, trailing off.

“there’s nothing wrong with you.” oscar states, firm and serious. “him, on the other hand.” he shakes his head, disgusted. “he wasn’t good enough for you.” he spits.

“do you mind if i stay here?” you whisper, leaning into his side. “or, keep staying here?” you laugh softly. oscar joins in.

“you know you can always stay here.” he smiles sleepily. you’re just about the only person in the world he can stand right now, and always, actually. “but i need a nap, you coming?”

you nod and follow him to his room. the tv is still on, the one with monica and chandlers wedding playing quietly. oscar smiles. he knows it’s your favourite.

he flops onto his side of the bed, dropping off almost instantly. you watch over him, enamoured and sympathetic, in awe of him and the life he lives. you slip into bed beside him, leaving a respectable distance between you and the aussie.

you pass out right around chandler’s vows.

-

you stir between two thick arms. pale, warm skin is wrapped around you, oscar’s soft breath fanning your face as he sleeps.

you watch him, scanning each and every mole on his face, trying to ground yourself. you combat the anxiety of being in his arms, choosing to enjoy the moment, while he’s still peaceful. it’s nice to feel wanted, even if he’s unconscious.

for the first time, you’re glad your ex broke up with you, because how does it make sense that you feel safer, more wanted in the arms of your best friend?

“stop staring, ‘m gonna blush.” oscar mumbles, clearing his throat. his eyes are still shut, but he just knows you too well.

oscar opens his eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. you stare at each other, comfortable silence eating away at the palpable tension.

you kiss him.

because why wouldn’t you? it’s oscar, your oscar, and he’s sleepy and cosy and gorgeous, and you’ve waited too fucking long. you can’t resist it any longer, free from the bounds of being someone else’s.

his lips are warm, and he’s startled, but the surprise doesn’t falter him; just as quickly as you kiss him, he’s kissing you back. his large hand finds your face, and the other finds your waist, pulling you closer. you melt into him, impossibly closer than you already were.

he’s gentle with you, tentative but firm and you part your lips, letting him lick into your mouth. his tongue strokes softly over yours and you keen at the sensation. he pushes you onto your back, balancing on his elbow half hovering over you. your hair fans out onto the pillow, his soft fingers running through your strands, pushing them away from your flushed face. oscar pulls away, scanning your face.

“sorry.” you smile up at him, breathless.

“apology very much accepted. i’ve been wondering when that would happen.” he laughs incredulously.

“really?”

“what can i say? i’m irresistible.” he replies dryly, exercising his sense of humour that was a foundation of your friendship.

“yeah. you kinda are.” you giggle bashfully.

and then he’s kissing you again, pressing himself even closer to you. you welcome him in, wrapping your arms around his lean frame, feeling over his shoulders. he’s tense, restrained, groaning into you at the feeling of your hands raking over his back.

“we should stop.” he mumbles, noses bumping. you frown.

“why?”

“because you said earlier, you’re not ready for this and i’m… well, things are gonna get real awkward if we keep going.” he chokes out half a laugh, glancing down at his-

“oh.”

“yeah, i just, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. we can go slow.”

“osc, i wasn’t ready with him,” you pause, collecting your thoughts. “but you’re not him.”

“i suppose that’s true.” he shrugs.

“then you better do something.”

oscar lays you back, climbing over you completely this time. his trails over your jaw, taking your chin between his fingers.

“are you sure about this? we can stop anytime, just say the words.”

“‘m sure, oscar. i want to do this with you.” you coo, reassuringly.

his lips run over your neck, your collarbone, and he mouths at the collar of the t-shirt that you’re wearing. his t-shirt. his.

“gonna take this off, yeah?” he asks, whispering low, right by your ear.

“yeah, please.” you say, your own hands running under his t-shirt and up his muscular back. he’s relaxed now, no tension between his shoulder blades, and so you push the material up, and he slips it over his head. his warm digits peel your shirt off, too, and you’re warm all over when his eyes trail over your chest.

you’d forgone a bra, ditching it when you’d arrived at his place, and his pupils are blown wide, hazel hues sparkling with desire. his hands slide up your ribcage, thumbing at the underside of your breasts, while he plants open mouthed kisses down your chest. your eyes flutter shut, gasping softly as he skims your nipple.

“oscar.” you breathe, the light whimper sending his blood rushing south.

“does that feel good?” he asks, searching your face for answers.

“more.” you sound strained, desperate, and he aches.

his sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. he toys with the other one, massaging your breast with his skilful fingers, tweaking and pulling until you’re panting beneath him. he pulls away with a pop, licking over to the other side, deciding to test your limits when he nips delicately at the peak. you moan, bucking your hips, hypersensitive to his every move.

you can feel how hard he is, his grey joggers growing tighter with every passing second.

“want all of you, osc.” you plead.

“need to get you ready for me first, okay honey?” he rubs circles into your sides, warm and calloused. you relax fully, lifting your hips.

oscar mouthed over your belly, peppering sunshine-like kisses down your abdomen until he finds the band of your loose shorts. he mumbles something into you navel about taking them off and you nod, enthusiastic and frantic. you can feel his smile branding your sensitive skin. the material glides down your thighs, pooling at your ankles, and you kick them away. he parts your thighs, making himself comfortable on his belly, and thumbs at the crease of your leg, toying with your panties.

he drags his pointer finger over your covered slit, up and down slowly, applying more pressure every time he brushes over your clit. oscar can see where you’re starting to seep through your panties and he stifles a low groan, anxious to peel the cotton off of your body, the final barrier separating him from you, so he does, pulling them slowly down your legs. he studies your face as he does, keeping his eyes firmly on yours. your lip catches between your teeth, aching as you watch, helpless and wet.

oscar kisses your hip bone, sucking gently until he’s stained it purple, and then his warm breath is fanning your cunt. your eyes squeeze shut.

“look at me, baby. gotta keep your eyes on me.” oscar mutters. your pussy clenches around nothing at the tone of his voice. you pry your eyes open, just about managing to prop yourself up on your elbows. “that’s it, honey. has anyone ever done this to you before?”

you shake your head, no. he smiles to himself, like he knows something you don’t, and dives in.

his tongue works in slow strokes, dragging through your slick with intent, eyes locked with yours. you must look like a deer in headlights, pupils blown, shocked with pleasure when you collapse against the mattress. he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, tasting, and your legs go weak, splayed open all for him. you whimper as he tugs your clit between his teeth, just enough to graze over the sensitive nerves. it sends your hips flying, bucking wildly against his face.

“osc…” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.

“‘m gonna give you some more, is that okay?” he asks, nose bumping your clit.

“yes, please.” you don’t know what more is, but you need it like air.

you feel a finger glide over your sodden flesh, rubbing over your entrance. you sigh out, oh, anticipation and bliss sending white heat down your spine. he circles his finger around your opening, coating it in you, and carefully slides it in, feeling out for any sign of tension or discomfort. when you grind your hips onto the single digit, he knows you’re okay.

it feels good, better than anything you’d ever felt on your own, and you writhe against his bedspread. he thrusts a couple of times, experimenting, seeing what makes you squirm for him the right way, and when his finger curls, hooking deliciously, he knows he’s struck gold. you arch off the bed, searching for more, more, anything.

“another one.” you cry, begging, and oscar’s not one to tease. not yet, anyway.

a second finger joins the lonesome first, and he finds some pace, fucking into you faster. he scissors the digits, stretching you out for him, enjoying the pretty view. he’s achingly hard now, rocking discreetly into the mattress, losing his mind as he watches how you drip around his fingers. he wants another taste of you, addicted already to sweet, salty honey, so he has to finish you off, lap your mess off of his long fingers.

“i think- i think-“ you can’t get the words out, they’re lost on your tongue, but oscar knows what you mean.

“that’s it, baby. so good for me, doing so good. cum for me.” he spurs you on, drawing it out of you.

you let go, crashing biblically, the high sending you to heaven and back, two times over. he grinds his fingers, softer, just enough to help you through it and you chant his name like you’re praying at an alter. you know that you’ll never be over this. your oscar.

“holy shit.” you giggle, smiling lazily as you return to the world of the living. he’s licking his fingers clean; you could black out so easily.

“did you enjoy that?” he punctuates with a kiss to your belly, crawling up your body until he’s hovering over you.

“maybe you should do it again, just so that i can really make sure that i did.” you tease. your hand rakes through his hair, pushing it back off of his face. he’s grinning down at you, eyes fluttering shut. “that was amazing.” you whisper. he’s blushing when he kisses you, and then you are too, when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he moans against your lips, making you pull back. your hand leaves his brown strands, joining your other, which is currently voyaging down his back.

“you’re wearing too many clothes.” you whisper, lips bumping his as your hands slide under the waistband of his sweats. something desperate emits from the back of his throat. you push them over his hips, fisting the thick fabric, eager to have him bare on top of you once and for all. oscar helps, kicking them away, boxers too.

you can feel him, thick and wet between your thighs, his breathing uneven. your nails graze his hip and he jolts, collapsing on top of you, his full weight covering your keening body. he kisses into the crook of your neck, frantic; you need him deep, immediately, his urgent change in form leaving you flushed.

“you want me?” he whispers into your ear, leaving you shivering.

“so bad.” you pant.

“i’ll be gentle.” he promises.

he guides himself through your folds, slippery and warm, all for him. he nudges the head inside of you, hips stuttering at the blinding tightness. you gasp, but he catches it in his mouth, softly moulding his lips to yours as he pushes further. you open up for him, pliant, and when he eventually bottoms out, he holds himself there, letting you adjust.

“oh, fuck.” your eyes roll back, nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders.

“so good for me, so pretty.” oscar grunts. “say when, baby.” he breathes, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“move.”

oscar rolls his hips, rocking you into the mattress. he hooks your knee over his waist, driving himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. you’re boneless, lost to the delectable stretch, to the way his cock seems to touch every part of you that makes you quiver.

“tell me how it feels.” oscar murmurs, grip tightening on your thigh.

“fuck, oscar, it’s so good. ‘m so glad it’s you.” your voice shakes, raw with emotion.

“me fucking too.” he mumbles, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

his thrusts lull into more of a grind, reaching your depths and revelling in the way you only get tighter for him. you’re spilling around him, already so close to meeting your end, and all it takes is the calloused pad of his thumb brushing your bundle of nerves to have you convulsing. you’re somewhere else entirely, on a whole other spiritual plane, utterly and completely his as he fucks you through your second orgasm.

when he spills, white hot and sweat slicked, he gushes endless hushed whines of your name. it sounds perfect when he says it like this, rolling off of his tongue with dire urgency.

his dampened hair falls over his darkened eyes, full of stars and total adoration. you’re smiling sleepily up at him like he’s made of sunshine. you always thought he was, and now you know that he most definitely is.

the most beautiful sunshine man.

“hi.” he whispers.

“hi.” you whisper back.

an intimacy, different to the one you’ve just shared, blossoms between you, encapsulating you here with him endlessly.

“i’m gonna clean you up, ‘n then we’re gonna order food.” he gazes fondly, stroking your hair.

“perfect.” you agree.

“put friends back on, i’m gonna run you a bath.” he begrudgingly stands from the bed, trailing towards the en-suite.

“you’re gonna join me in there, right?” you admire his naked frame as he disappears into the bathroom.

“obviously.” he pokes his head out once more to scoff, and you lay there, grinning like the worlds most lovesick idiot, your thoughts dulled by the sound of running water.

when the bath is full of hot water and too many bubbles, he gets in first, and you sink into the revitalising heat. oscar pulls you close, your back to his chest, kissing over your hairline as you mould yourself against him.

“thank god you broke in.”

-

oh i’m soft

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[bruciemilf]

On Mother’s Day, Bruce’s voice dies quietly.

He leaves Alfred a gorgeous floral arrangement, laid with careful, hesitant , dirt stained hands, right by his bed. Ivy’s gardening tips had paid off.

They’re on the table by dinner time, crowned right in the center, yet no words pass between them. There’s no need.

Dahlias for Martha, hyacinths for Thomas, and gardenias for Alfred. Bruce doesn’t leave them by the mausoleum, thought. The kids do, — because they are that, to him, only to him, —

Clark gives him flowers, too, making his brows curve in surprise. He didn’t expect to get anything.

(There’s also a dinner, Clark informs him, — and he has this subtle command to him. It’s a talent not many notice. He makes an order sound like a suggestion, and Bruce can’t say it’s not a little alluring.)

“That’s too bad, ‘cause I’M taking you to dinner, so E.T better back off,” Jason grumbles, scowling down his novel, pretending to hate the tea Bruce made for him.

He blinks. “Damian is very adamant on going out as well,—“

“And me!” Dick cuts in, his grin wide and glowing moonlight, “Sorry Jaybird, I’ve been planning this for months. Better luck next time.”

“Uh, fuck you? Don’t you have an ‘absente son’ contest to win somewhere?”

“Hm, I don’t know! Don’t you have a bomb to plant in B’s car? Better hurry, you might actually succed this time!”

Bruce grunts, parental displeasure shaping his face, even if he knows very well this brotherly vendetta has no poison behind it. His babies were so stubborn. “Be nice to each other.”

“Have I shot him? No? That means I’m being nice.”

“You know what, you better get over your youngest child attitude, because you don’t run this place anymore,—“

“What, sorry, Queen Elizabeth? I couldn’t hear you over your anti aging cream, can you say that again?”

Bruce is dragged away by Damian while they’re fighting, naturally.

#BRUCE SHOULD BE CELEBRATE MOTHERS DAY AND THATS ALL IM GONNA SAY GOODBYE #bruce wayne #dick grasyon #jason todd #dc comics #batman #batdad #batfamily #text post #text #writing #hints of superbat

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

Hi!!!!

I was wondering for Trope Tuesday if you could write a brothers best friend with James Potter (If possible could she be best friend with Lily and the girls but don’t worry if not)

Love you and your writing xxx

thanks so so much!! for requesting and for being so sweet 🥲 i hope you like it!!

for my 250 Followers Writing Event!

Tropey Tuesday 🎭 trope: brother's best friend

pairing: James Potter x reader 

tags: angst, fluff, Lupin!reader, fem!reader, sibling fluff

word count: 3k (not me with the first thing I write after saying I might keep things a bit shorter)

“Hey, little Lupin,” Sirius says, grinning, as he plops down beside you on the common room couch. “You know we’re twins, right?” you respond, not even looking up from your book. “Yeah… but you’re shorter.” He seems overly satisfied with his justification, and you can’t help but giggle at his antics. 

“So. What are you reading?” he asks. 

This confuses you; you didn’t think Sirius was much of a reader. You look up at him, your eyebrows furrowed suspiciously, “You care?” “No, not really.” You roll your eyes at him though you’re not actually upset. “So why are you here, then, Black?” 

“I come at the behest of my darling best mate.” “And what does my darling brother want now?” 

“No, not Moony, Prongs.” Your stomach tenses at this. This just went from slightly irksome to anxiety-inducing interesting. 

“Well, ‘behest’ isn’t the right word exactly. He doesn’t know about this. But I know him, and he’s never going to make a move himself, so I see it as my best-mate-duty to give a helping hand.” Your mind is racing. “Make a move”?? Is there really a possibility of your crush liking you back? Is that what Sirius is telling you? That James likes you too??

You’re probably blushing and definitely confused, so you sit there awkwardly, hoping he’ll go on without your having to say anything yet. To your relief, he does. “I have it on insider information that our dear James Potter has himself a crush.” Godric, you never thought this would actually happen. After years of pining, of getting to know him… of thinking he only saw you as Remus’s sister.

“You’re best friends with Lily, right?” Relief turns to terror. Oh no, oh no, oh no, please no. 

“Um… yeah?” “You don’t sound too sure, sweets,” he laughs. “Yeah, I am.” You know, but pretend - especially to yourself - that you don’t, “Why does that matter?” 

“I want to get her and Prongs together of course! He’s been off lately, and he won’t tell me why. He always tells me everything. So, I reckon it has to be about a girl. And I’ve caught him looking over at you lot constantly recently. I saw him and Evans chatting yesterday, and there was definitely something there.” 

You’re on the verge of tears at this point.

“You alright, Y/N? You look like you’re going to be sick.” Sirius sounds genuinely concerned, and you don’t know how to escape with a convincing excuse given there’s no way in hell you’re going to tell him the truth, especially now he’s said what he has. 

“Um, no, not really. Sorry, I, uh, I think something I ate wasn’t quite right,” you stutter lamely, clumsily collecting your things, and running up the stairs to your dorm. After the night’s cruelty, it provides you a bit of sympathy: the room is empty. You curl up on your bed, clutching your pillow, and let the tears fall.

Why did it have to be Lily?? I mean, why did it have to be anyone at all if it couldn’t be you, but your best friend? You know how brilliant she is, how could you not, and you know how brilliant he is, and well, maybe they would be a good fit. If they make each other happy, that should make you happy; you want the best for Lily, truly. 

No amount of trying to convince yourself makes the thought of them together sting any less, though, and you succumb to wallowing in your disappointment and sadness. 

You’re still crying when you here a knock at the door.

“Y/N?? You in there? Open up, please. Sirius said you were ill?” If it were anyone else, you’d pretend not be there. But it’s Remus. You’ve never hidden from each other your whole lives; besides, you need him now even if you can’t tell him why. You wipe your face as best you can as you go to the door and open it. His eyes look frantically worried, and your heart melts a little bit. You might not have the romantic love you want so desperately, but at least you have this. Not many people know what it’s like to be as loved as you are. You try to cling to that feeling as you cling to Remus, crying into his jumper, but at the moment, it’s not enough consolation to assuage your aching heart.

“What’s wrong, Y/N/N? Did something happen? You’re really worrying me,” he says stroking your back. You shake your head. “Hey, can you talk to me? Please?”

You recover yourself a bit and go sit on your bed. Remus follows. 

“It’s nothing,” you say pathetically, wiping your eyes. “Uh huh,” he replies, unconvinced. “Really, Rem. Thanks, but it’s not a big deal. I’ll sort it, really.” 

“Can’t you just tell me what it is?” “I’d rather not.” “That’s new.” He sounds genuinely surprised. “I don’t like it,” he chuckles. “We couldn’t tell each other everything forever, could we?” you smile sadly at him. 

“And why not?” You laugh together, and you feel a tiny bit better.

The thing is, you want to tell him. And you would if it weren’t his bloody best friend. You know that no matter what he said, it would make things weird for him. You keep your secret more for him than for yourself really. 

“If I tell you part of it, do you promise to let me leave it at that?” 

“That’s going to be hard.” “Reeemm,” you whine at him. “Alright, alright.” “Well, it’s… it’s about a boy.” He grimaces, and you can’t help but giggle at it. Immediately, “Who?”

“That’s the part you don’t get to know.” “Oh, come on, Y/N, that’s just not fair.” “Please, Remus. It’s just going to make things harder, and weirder, and I want a chance to just move on on my own. Trust me, yeah?” “Fine,” he answers begrudgingly. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re so upset. If the lads and I have to plan a cruel prank on some undeserving wanker, then I have to know who it is.”��

You’re particularly amused at the idea of James being both pranker and prankee. 

“It’s nothing like that. He’s nice. That’s why I like him so much.” “Yuck.” You roll your eyes at this, and continue. 

“I just found out he likes someone else.” 

Remus’s expression is all understanding, perhaps too much so as the pitying look he gives you makes you feel worse instead of better. “It’s fine, really. That’s life; it happens; what can you do?” “Are we listing trite maxims then?” You roll your eyes again. “Just because 'that’s life' and 'it happens' and 'there’s not much you can do,'” he says with a mocky voice around your phrases, “doesn’t mean you won’t be upset. Or that that isn’t absolute shit.” He smiles sympathetically at you and wraps an arm around you. 

“Yeah,” you sniffle.

“Yeah,” he echoes. “Thanks, Rem. I kind of love you, you know?” You bump into him playfully. “I know. I’m great.” 

“Har har. Wanker.” 

“Hey!” he laughs. “It’s impressive, really, how quickly you can shift from adorable to an arsehole.” 

“Oh, whatever,” you push him off. 

He’s still chuckling when he asks you to come down to dinner with him. You take some convincing, but eventually, after your face looks a bit less cry-y, you walk down to the Great Hall. 

“Hello, lovely!” Lily calls from a few seats ahead. Remus gives you a little hug, squeezing a bit more than he normally would, and sits with his mates, between Sirius and James - annoying, gorgeous, stupid, magnetic James. You’re glad their backs are to you so they don’t notice you’ve been crying, and you hurry down to sit with Lily. 

She notices immediately. 

“What’s wrong, love? You alright?” She puts a consoling hand on your shoulder. “I’m fine, really. Just got a bit caught up in my feelings,” you say trying to end it there, laughing it off. 

“What feelings? You do know that as my best friend, you are contractually obligated to tell me all of these ‘feelings’?” She says “feelings” funny, and you’re glad to be sitting here laughing with her. Until you remember the cause of said feelings. 

“We can talk later,” you lie. You’ll figure out what to say later; you’re too exhausted now. “I just want to comfort eat now, if you don’t mind.” She still seems a bit worried but gives your shoulder a loving squeeze as she says, “‘Course,” and smiles sweetly. 

You’re finishing your dinner when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Your stomach sinks as you turn. There’s Remus… and Sirius… and the source of the tapping: James. 

“Hey, Lupin,” James says. “Evans,” he adds, nodding at Lily, and your stomach churns.

“Hi,” she says. You don’t say anything. You’re too busy picking at your fingernails, gaze down, trying to keep it together. You go to turn back around toward the table, but James’s hand on your shoulder stops you. “Hey, what’s up with you?” he asks jokingly, though it seems more than tinged in concern. 

“Nothing,” and a weak smile. “Are you feeling better?”

You feel your cheeks catch on fire. Remus wouldn’t tell his friends what you told him, right? You hadn’t told him not to, but you thought that was a given. “Yeah, little Lupin, you had me real worried there,” Sirius chimes in. Oh, right. Thank Godric. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for the scare.” You think that’s that, and go to turn again, but again, James gently stops you. 

“That’s good,” he says softly. You have to fight to not roll your eyes - why does he have to be so kind? and thoughtful… and caring… and pretty when he’s worried…

“Are you girls done? Want to walk back up together?” he asks. 

“Sure!” Lily answers enthusiastically before you have a chance to lie and say you aren’t finished. For a moment, it crosses your mind that maybe she does because she likes him too, and your misery returns in full force. 

You say nothing on the walk back up to the tower, and you want to go straight to your room when you get there, but Lily links arms with you and drags you to the sofa before you manage it. She’s sitting on the edge, leaning over chatting to Mary and Marlene on the next sofa, you in the middle, sulking. Remus is reading on the single chair, occasionally glancing up at you, the constant, loving worrier he is. Sirius and James are playing exploding snap just in front of you. You notice Remus’s glances, but you don’t notice James’s. 

As the game ends, Sirius claiming loudly he got cheated, James just laughs, shoves him, and comes to sit next to you. 

“What do you think, Lupin? Best exploding snap player you’ve ever seen, eh?” he jokes, his eyebrow rising. Ugh, he’s funny, too. 

“You could go pro if you wanted,” you play along, exaggeratedly impressed. 

“Oh, I’ve considered it, yeah. You know, if quidditch doesn’t work out.” “You have a better chance at exploding snap,” you tease. “Ouch!” he laughs. “You say nothing all night, and when you do, I get this cruel treatment?” 

You’re surprised he noticed and don’t know what to say. “Seriously, though,” he’s speaking much more softly now. “You okay?” He pauses, biting his bottom lip as if considering something, before continuing, “You seem sad. I know you told Sirius you were sick, but I don’t think that’s true.” 

You panic at the tenderness, at his observant attentiveness, and opt for comedic relief. “You calling me a liar, Potter?” 

He chuckles, rolling his eyes at you, but keeps on. “No, of course not. I’m just saying that, well, you can talk to me. If you ever need to… or just want to, I guess… I mean, just because I’m your brother’s best mate doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, right?” 

Friends. Ouch. You want to cry all over again, the proximity and kindness conflicting too much with the idea that he just wants to be friends, or worse, be friendlier with you just to spend more time with Lily too. 

“We are friends,” you reply. “Yeah? Great,” he smiles. Your heart aches.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“So you’re okay?” he whispers too. “I’m okay,” you lie. 

“C’mon, Prongs! I need my rematch!” Sirius pulls him off the couch, demanding another game. 

The next few days go by gloomily but normally, and before you know it, it’s the weekend. And not just any weekend, a Hogsmeade one. You, your brother, and all your friends are strolling down the lovely, snow-covered lanes. Usually, you’d be especially happy now. You loved Hogsmeade, especially in the cold snowy months, but you still hadn’t been completely yourself since your emotional let down. 

You’re walking next to Remus, James animatedly talking to him on his other side. You feel invisible. Despite James’s kind words the other night, you can’t help but feel like your brother might as well be an invisibility cloak when you stand next to him. It’s like James just sees Remus; his sister is an afterthought.

You love Hogsmeade trips with your friends, but in your current emotional state, you’d rather be alone, so you subtly break off from the group and go into the nearest shop. It’s filled with magical toys and trinkets, and looking around helps cheer you up a bit. You’re browsing when you see a quidditch-themed exploding snap deck. You roll your eyes at the sky, giving the universe snark for not giving you a moment of peace of mind. Then you grab the deck and head over to the counter.

You’re walking slowly down the street, peering through shop windows, enjoying the cool breeze, when you hear your name called out. You turn to see James jogging toward you. “Where’d you go?” he asks friendly, falling into step with you, his shoulder bumping yours.

“Oh, just wandered off.” “Yeah, I noticed,” he laughs. “I didn’t realize my story was so boring.” 

“Oh, I, no, it wasn’t, I was just, you know,” you mutter, mortified. “I’m kidding, Lupin, relax,” he smiles. 

You smile back though you’re sure you’re blushing. You can blame the cold. 

“That freaks me out a bit,” he says. “What does?” “You and Remus have the exact same smile.” You’ve heard this before. “So it freaks me out that I think yours is so beautiful.” You’ve not heard this before.

You laugh lamely and offer up a weak but heartfelt “thanks.” He just nods. 

Your hands are cold, so you bury them in your pockets, and you’re met with your recent purchase. “Oh,” you start. “I have something for you.” 

“You do?” he sounds unreasonably surprised. “Yeah, just a little thing. Don’t get too excited,” you deflate. You pull the deck out and hand it to him. “This way you still get to think about quidditch while practicing for a more promising career path,” you joke. He doesn’t laugh, though. He looks awed. You don’t know what else to say and are starting to worry you did something awkward. 

He’s looking at the deck in his hand rather than at you when he says, “I really like you.”

You pause. You try to read his expression but struggle with his gaze down like this. “I really like you too,” you respond lightly. He looks up. Standing still, looking at you, he asks, “As your brother’s best friend? Like another brother?” he looks hurt at the word “brother.”

“No.” Honest, without revealing too much. “No?” He steps closer to you. “So if I were to tell you that I really want to kiss you right now…” His empty hand comes up to your cheek, caressing you softly. You smile brighter than you have in several days, much longer probably. He beams back at you in response and closes the gap between you. 

You pull back, and his eyes widen, but when you complain, “You lot already went to the Three Broomsticks? Don’t deny it - you taste like butter beer! We always do that last - I can’t believe you didn’t wait for me!” he laughs a deep laugh, wraps his arm around you, and pulls you close, kissing you harder this time. 

“I’ll buy you two to make up for it,” he says between kisses. He deepens the kiss, gently pushing his tongue against yours. You like the taste of butter beer; you love the taste of James Potter. 

“Bloody hell!” you hear from nearby. Sirius looks like his face can’t make up its mind between surprise, excitement, and confusion. “It was Lupin?! I thought it was Evans!” “You thought what was Evans?” James asks, looking perplexed, his arms still around you. “I thought you fancied Evans!” 

“Why?” The complete confusion and utter sincerity lift a huge weight from you, and you giggle. 

“Dunno, actually. Because I’m a bit of an idiot sometimes, it seems,” Sirius shrugs, seemingly already moving on from the situation. Which is more than could be said of Remus, who is standing stiff with his face blank staring at you. 

“It was James?” he asks, looking slightly disgusted. 

“You didn’t think it was Evans, too, did you?” You joke. 

Lily chimes in from beside Remus, “We would make a really good couple, Y/N.”

“Oi, Evans!” James scolds. “I’m not going to say you wouldn’t because you obviously would, but I’m trying my chances here, thank you very much.” Everyone but Remus bursts into laughter. 

“You might want to look away, Rem,” you say. “I don’t want to upset you, but I’m about to kiss your best friend again.” 

Remus groans and walks away, but you’re already too busy to notice.

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[reidsaurora]

Yes! You read that right! It's that time again where I wait until the last possible minute to do a celebration!

Before we get started, I wanna thank you all for making this Christmas season (and this year in general) so amazing. You guys always know how to make me feel loved and appreciated and I am so thankful for it! I love you all so so so much! 🫶🏻

So, Emmy, what exactly is this "Christmas Special" all about?

Well, I'm glad you asked!

There will be different categories for you all to choose from, but essentially it's just a fun lil "request anything" kind of thing!

I have decided to extend this an extra week, so it will now be ending on January 14th if anyone has any requests they'd like to leave!

THE CATEGORIES:

Candy Cane Kisses - fluff requests

Want something cute and fluffy and full of love? Just ask for "Candy Cane Kisses"!!!

If you need any ideas, check these prompts by @sapphire-strikes for some inspiration!

I'll Have a Blue Christmas - angst requests

Need to cry and let it all out? In the mood for something heartbreaking? Then "I'll Have a Blue Christmas" is for you.

Need inspiration? Check out these prompts from @youneedsomeprompts!

Sleigh Ride Together With You - smut requests

Feeling spicy? In the mood for something that'll put you in the mood? Then "Sleigh Ride Together With You" is the way to go!

Wanna request one of these but don't know where to start? Then be sure to check out these prompts by @vv-writing-prompts to help you get started!

All I Want For Christmas - headcanon requests

Just wanting to read something simple and quick but still lots of fun? Then you should ask for "All I Want For Christmas"!!

Not sure what AU you wanna hear about? Then you should check out this list of AUs by @alternateuniverseotp for inspiration!

Is there anything else we should know about before we get started?

All "Criminal Minds" requests should be directed to my inbox here on this account! The characters I will write for include (but are not limited to): Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, and Luke Alvez.

All "Stranger Things" requests should be directed to my inbox over on my Stranger Things blog, @honeysuckleharringtons. The characters I will write for include (but are not limited to): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, and Argyle.

All NSFW requests (regardless of fandom) should be directed to my inbox over on my NSFW blog, @hornyhornyhimbos. The characters I will write for will be all the characters I have listed above. Please be sure to check my pinned post before sending your request, as there are some kinks I will not write about.

And so, happy Christmas! I cannot wait for all you guys' requests!

I hope y'all have a very merry Christmas, a happy Hanukkah, or whatever you may celebrate! I love you all so so much!

Tagging a few mutuals who I know won't mind the tag! No pressure to reblog or join in!!

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[steviesbicrisis]

Gareth is in charge of the Corroded Coffin official TikTok account, being the only one who actually uses social media on a daily basis.

He's playing Fuck Marry Kill with the three random celebrities generator and trying to make the other guys join as well.

When it's Eddie's turn, he's having none of it "they're just gonna get mad at me because I know no one! let me live in peace!"

Gareth insists until he shoves the phone in Eddie's face, giving him no chance to escape. The filter generates three pictures on top of Eddie's face.

"I have no fucking clue who these people-" he stops talking as his eyes focus on the last picture, it's a man around his age with voluminous hair and beautiful features. Eddie pulls the phone up close, ripping it out of Gareth's hand, to have a better look.

"you okay man?" Gareth asks, out of frame.

"Kiss, have sex with, marry, and adopt a puppy with him," he says, pointing at the guy on the screen "kill the other two."

"That's not how you play man, the fuck??" Gareth appears in frame and looks at the celebrities "you mean the third guy? are you serious?"

Eddie glares at him sideways "have you fucking seen him? he's a fucking-" but the video is cut off by the time limit.

The most liked comment under the video is by none other than famous baseball player Steve Harrington:

"I'm more of a cat type, but how about we discuss it over dinner? ;)"

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More of this story here

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[randomguyonline71]

I just hit a milestone!!!!!!!

My very first fic has just reached 2.000 hits on AO3!

Looking back at it, the story is not that great. There are inconsistencies, grammatical errors and overall things in the story that could have been done better. But despite all that, the story holds a special place in my heart. And I'm immensely proud of it, regardless of any errors.

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[pierregazly]

smile kisses ꨄ oscar piastri

oscar piastri x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, a lil steamy towards the end [751 words]

request: if possible can you do a mix of 3 and 10 from the 🫶🏻 prompt list with oscar (if not, just 10 is fine 😽) [3. SMILING during a kiss & 10. "tell me what you want, baby." in the deepest, nearly inaudible murmur]

note: this was so cute!! the prompts??? i died 🤭 this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!

There wasn’t much that could be said about the way Oscar spent his mornings. He was an early riser, always had been; his breakfast’s pre-planned and pre-made for him; a routine that hadn’t seen change in years.

Until you came into his life, of cour

Oscar had, more than once, affectionately commented about how you had blown up every routine and regime he followed. He would always finish off the joke with a soft kiss and the reaffirmation that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Winter breaks for the Australian had especially changed. While before he could’ve been found back home, enjoying the summery, hot weather of his hometown; this time around he was found wrapped around you in bed, eyes following the streaks of rainwater that littered the window and gave view to the dreariness that often overtook London this time of year.

He wouldn’t change it for anything in the world, though. Lazy mornings in bed with you on a cold, dreary day was exactly the type of change he was alright with. Especially when your body moulded against his own so perfectly.

Tracing shapes on your bare shoulder, he placed kisses against the imaginary spots after the completion of each one. A smile gracing his lips with every press of them against your skin, as small giggles erupted from inside you at every action.

It was like heaven, hearing your reaction to his ministrations, to the way he professed his love for you. He wasn’t great with words, but he knew how to make you feel loved, how to make you feel wanted.

“Having fun, Osc?”

Murmuring a soft agreement, he continued the game of bringing bumps to your skin as shivers consumed your body. A soft smile continued to grace his face, difficult to keep at bay whenever he was around you.

Tapping at the hand that was placed delicately against your stomach, you gestured for him to let you turn around to face him. Which he begrudgingly did, a mock glare directed at you before a smile broke across his lips as he traced the shape of your face with his eyes, a hand gently cupping your cheek, rubbing a thumb across the skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Feeling your cheeks warm at his words, you pressed your head into the junction of his neck to stifle the giggle of adoration that was bubbling out of you. The beat of his pulse was so delicate against your lips as you pressed a loving kiss to it, a smile still stretched across your features.

“And just so adorable, really,” emphasizing his words, he pressed a finger into a known ticklish spot that instantly prompted you to flinch away from him.

You were easily overpowered by him, Oscar’s body hovering over yours as his fingers dug into your sides, loud squeals of laughter left your lips. It was hard to focus on anything as you tried to maneuver your body out from underneath him, but the large smile on his lips was infectious.

“Osc… oh my god, please. Enough! No more,” you begged, using all your weight to shove him off.

Relenting, the Australian held himself up with his now unoccupied hands, looking down at you as you caught your breath.

He couldn’t help the urge to press his lips down to yours, unable to keep the smile from his face. You couldn’t express in words how much he meant to you, but the feeling of the smile pressed against your lips was really all you needed to know how much he loved you. You couldn’t resist smiling back into the kiss, your fingers weaving into the locks of his hair, trying to show the love he was giving you, right back.

The passion in his kisses, in everything he did, was wondrous. It always felt like he was trying to form every thought, every feeling, every emotion, into the connection of your lips; especially through the never-ending smiles he always had for you.

Practically mewling into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, you felt him start to press his lower body against yours, a soft groan leaving his lips.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmured, his voice deepening from the arousal coursing through his system.

You couldn’t help the small whimper that was let out as you looked up at him; eyes hooded and clear with his intention, lips plump, practically begging to be kissed more.

“You, Osc. Always want you.”

AH this isn’t as long as i would’ve liked, but i just wanted it to be tooth-rotting fluff with a lil spice of an ending. i hope you all love it, and thank you to everyone that’s been requesting and celebrating with me 🫶🏻

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