#500 followers celebration blurbs

[mxltifxnd0m]

acts of service ~ s. winchester

summary: sam loves doing the little things for you

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader

requested: yes/no by: @ohsc for my celebration my angels event! thanks for sending this in blondie!! i had sm fun writing this <33

word count: 916

warnings: none, no use of 'y/n', fluff

a/n: i won't lie, i had severe writer's block when i tried writing this blurb but im glad that i got over it, but apologies for taking so long with this!

please reblog and comment<3 it helps out and i love seeing your feedback on my fics!!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You didn’t notice it at first, but Sam loved to do things for you. Whether it be small gestures or big ones, he did them. At first, before you started to date (to Dean’s relief, he was sick of the two of you pining after each other), Sam would get you coffee/tea (either making it for you perfectly or getting your order right every time), bring your bags inside the motel room when you jokingly complained about your bags being heavy, always jumping at the chance to patch your wounds and being gentle as he could when he did. 

But after you guys started dating and when you moved into the bunker, you began to notice him doing even more little deeds for you. Sam would clean up the dishes if you had cooked for him and Dean, running you a bath if you felt stressed, bringing you breakfast in bed since he always woke up before you, comb his hands through your hair when your head was in his lap during a movie night the two of you would have, and if you fell asleep on the couch in the “Dean Cave,” you always found yourself cuddled up next to Sam in the morning. Hell, he’d even get on his knees to tie up one of your boots if the shoelaces were untied. 

It had finally clicked that one of Sam’s love languages was acts of service after he had surprised you with a “spa day” (Sam had run you a bath and pampered you all day) when he saw how tired you were since you guys had been going on hunts non-stop and you guys finally had a day off for once. You looked at Sam like he hung the moon for you as he washed your hair, and your heart swelled with love for the man that you’re lucky to call yours as his warm hands kneaded at the knots in your shoulders and wrapped his arms around as you fell asleep in the calming bubbled he created in your shared room.

Tonight was no different. Sam was washing up from the meal you had cooked for the three of you, and you leaned on the doorway of the kitchen as you smiled to yourself, watching how his back muscles shifted underneath the white t-shirt he was wearing, having stripped off his flannel in preparation to wash the dishes.

Sam was drying off one of the last dishes when you kicked off from the doorway and made your way to Sam. He was toweling off the last dish as you wrapped your arms around his trim waist, and you hugged him from behind. You could feel him chuckle in amusement as he put down the dish on the rack near the sink. 

Your grip was loose enough that he was able to turn around in your hold, and a soft smile was on his face as he looked down at you, mirth glittering in his hazel eyes.

You mirrored his smile. “Thank you.” You said as you unwrapped your arms from his waist to rest your hands on his shoulders. 

“You’re welcome,” Sam said, his smile turning into a confused one. He tilted his head slightly, making him resemble a puppy, his hair falling with the movement. 

“But what for exactly?” Sam moved his damp hands to rest on your waist as he pulled you in his body.

“Just for being the best boyfriend.” You told him as you shrugged. 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you in response. 

“What? Can I not complement my incredibly thoughtful, sweet, kind, and not to mention drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend?” You had a shit-eating grin on your face as you saw Sam’s face flush with heat, a bashful smile on his lips. 

Sam leaned forward and drew into a sweet kiss that you melted into. One of his hands left your waist to cup your cheek as he kissed you softly, his lips moving against yours slowly, drawing it out as it filled your chest with warmth.

Sam started to walk you backward as the kiss grew more passionate until your back hit the wood of the kitchen table, his tongue swiping at the seam of your lips. You gave him entrance, and a soft moan left the back of your throat as he tasted you. 

You broke away from the kiss, unfortunately needing to take a breath. You looked at Sam’s slightly swollen pink lips before trailing up to his blown-out eyes. The hazel of his eyes was practically nonexistent, considering how dilated his pupil was.

The two of you smiled at each other, staring at each other for a moment before you leaned forward and left a lingering kiss on Sam’s lips. Sam kept this kiss soft, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek before pulling away and trailing a kiss on your opposite cheek and then your forehead. 

When he pulled away, Sam had a gentle smile on his face as he studied your blissed-out features. Your eyes were lidded as you looked at him with a love-filled gaze.  

Sam rested his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He whispered, Sam’s lips grazing yours as he spoke. 

You smiled. “I love you too, honey.” 

The two of you stayed in the kitchen, fitted against each other like puzzle pieces, and you found solace in the silence that settled between you and Sam, breathing in each other's scents, which you knew to be home. 

[formulawolff]

Toto gives reader morning head then he makes u breakfast

this makes me so—

anyways.. here is a little snippet!!!

his eyes drift upward, pupils dilated, glossy with exhaustion.

you squirm beneath him, hips writhing, skin hot to the touch, your cheeks burning as his tongue traces along your swollen clit. the pressure he applies is not too heavy, but not too light.

just enough to get you teetering along that edge.

he hums, hands delving to your breasts, squeezing each one firmly before his fingers grasp your nipples, pinching them oh so gently.

your moans are rich, brimmed with the faint trace of sleep.

after all, you did wake up to his head between your thighs, devouring you as his first meal of the day.

he pulls away momentarily, a strand of your juices gleaming as rays of light pour in through the window.

“shall i reward you with an orgasm or should i make you earn it?”

you roll your eyes, head hitting the pillow, “you’re the one who woke me up—“

“but that doesn’t mean i can’t edge you,” he plunges a finger into you, curling it as your walls tighten around the digit, “i think i should make you earn it, hase.”

you whimper, bucking your hips, “toto, please.”

“hmm it’s settled,” his body shifts as he hovers above you now, “you’re going to wait here, on the brink of coming undone while i make you breakfast.”

“what about you?” you inquire, curious to know his answer.

“while you’re eating, i’m going to finish my meal.”

[fiction-is-life]

Congrats on 500 babe! You deserve every single one of them and so many more 🤍 Can’t wait to see you continue to grow and flourish 🦋 love you so much

Can I please request an angsty but fluffy blurb based on this prompt “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” with Rafey baby? I will cry 🥹

Need You

Author's Note: Aww, thank you so much!!! You are too sweet! Thank you for always commenting/reblogging my fics, you seriously don't know how much it means to me! I hope you like this one, I almost cried making it! 💕

Summary: Rafe is lost without you.

Warnings: Pregnancy/labor complications, mention of surgery, depiction of a coma, possibly unrealistic depiction of pregnancy/labor complications

~

It had been over a week.  Eight days, thirteen hours, and forty-six minutes to be exact.  

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.  For the past seven and a half months, your pregnancy had gone off without a hitch.  Every sonogram, every little kick, was a source of joy for both you and Rafe.

Sure, you were young, practically still kids, but you knew you were meant to be.   You had been planning your life after college for years, even before you had started to date.  You were just doing things a little out of order.

But then you had gone into labor early - six weeks too early to be precise.  The doctors said you were lucky to be alive, let alone fortunate that the baby had survived.  They had said that it was a condition called placenta previa, but Rafe hadn’t been listening.  He was still looking at your seemingly lifeless body on the operating table as they handed him the baby, asking for a name.

But he couldn’t even bring himself to name the baby.  He knew it was a boy, but it didn’t feel right to do something so monumental while you were still not awake.  He let his dad and Rose handle everything else, let them make him eat and listen to the doctors say they didn’t have much hope.

Rafe hadn’t even let himself cry - he was still too stunned to do so.  He just sat at your side, watching you.  On the eighth day he broke down, exhausted and drained, and he started to talk to you.

“He’s healthy, you know,” he said, his voice raspy from disuse.  “He’s perfect.  Ten fingers, ten toes.”  He took a shaky breath - the only kind he knew how to take these days.  “He’s got your eyes.  Rose says he has my smirk, though, so I don’t know if that is a good thing,” he chuckled.

He paused and took your hand, gently caressing it.  He sniffed.  “The nurses keep telling me all the stuff I’m going to have to do for the baby.  I know we took those classes, but I feel so overwhelmed.  I just can’t mess anything up for him, you know?  I thought I was going to have you to help me.  You have always been there, (Y/N/N), ever since we were kids.  Always so level-headed, getting us out of trouble wherever we found it.”

Tears started to roll down his face, slowly, but he couldn’t feel them.  “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” he sobbed, finally letting himself feel the emotions that had been pent up for over a week.  He buried his head in your hand, kissing it and covering it in tears in equal measure.  

He sat there for what seemed like forever, simply expelling all of the grief and terror from his body.  When he finally looked up, he gasped and started crying anew.

You were awake.  Rafe leapt out of his seat to kiss your beautiful lips carefully, his trembling on top of yours.  When he pulled back, his heart caught in his throat, and all he could manage to say was a small, “Hey.”

You giggled lightly, still tired.  “Hey,” you replied, also lost for words as Rafe once again took your hand to kiss it reverently.

Rafe smiled, his eyes shining with love as they always did when they looked at you.  He took a deep breath and swallowed before licking his lips as he always did when nervous.  “Would you like to meet our son?”

You just smiled, and Rafe knew that everything was finally going to be alright.

~

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Celebrate with me!

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[skywlker-sluvtt]

For your 500 celebration, can I get “first I love you” and “show me” pretty please? 👀 also love your writing!

OF COURSEEEE, also dw I saw your other ask abt it being for luke and I screamed cause it's perfect for him <333

500 followers celebration prompts 500 masterlist

luke skywalker x gn!reader sfw word count: 400 prompt: B9: first I love you + “show me”

Luke woke up to you rubbing his flesh hand gently circling your thumb around his knuckles focusing on nothing in particular, just thinking. “Hey,” He whispered getting your attention. “Hi” You grinned pushing messy strands from his forehead. Luke squeezed his new hand into a fist testing its reflexes. “How’s it feeling?” You questioned reaching to touch his prosthetic. “It feels…real” He replied running his other hand across it.

He looked at you and your worried eyes. “I’m just glad you’re safe now, I-I was so worried” You sighed lying down beside him. “You have nothing to worry about” He replied squeezing your hand. “I thought you were-were gone and I just needed to tell you so, so bad. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I didn’t get to tell you” You rambled. “Tell me what?” Luke asked quietly. You looked at him nervously and smiled softly. “I love you, Luke. I wanted you to know that” You said caressing his cheek.

A wide grin spread across his face and he pulled you in closer. “I love you too, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to tell you that” He smiled. “Yeah? Show me” You smirked shifting closer to kiss him. Luke sat up to be closer to you moving his hand down toward your jawline and tracing your face with his new hand. “Take me back to our room and I’ll show you how much I love you” He whispered with eyes scanning your entire figure with admiration. You smirked and kissed him harder. “I don’t know if Leia’s going to let you leave just yet, you’re still a bit messed up” You whispered running your fingers over the stitching over his cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, I might just have to show you how much I love you right here” Luke smirked running his hand up your outer thigh. You giggled and kissed him again “You drive me crazy Luke, you’ll have to teach me some of that Jedi meditation to distract my mind” You teased tracing his chest carefully. He just laughed pulling you impossibly closer and kissing you lustfully. “I promise when I get out of here, I’ll really show you” He whispered.

I'm actually so sorry this didn't turn out as well as I envisioned it </3

[niceboyeds]

lys’ 500 follower celebration!!

thank you all so so much for joining me in my endless nonsense posting and shameless Eddie & Steve posts. i am so grateful for all of you!!

to celebrate this milestone, i wanted to write blurbs based off the prompt lists below— roughly aiming for 300-500 words each, depending on the prompt!

rules: if you request anonymously please do not request a NSFW blurb, age must be in bio or pinned post for NSFW requests. i write for Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington only, but other characters can make appearances platonically if requested! requests will be closed after February 14th, 2023 but some may not be posted until after the cutoff.

SMUT taken— 4, 16, 26, 92, 93, 103, 109

FLUFF taken— 1, 2, 6, 13

ANGST taken— 5, 6, 13, 16, 18

when submitting, please include the following:

number of the prompt

name of prompt list

character(s)

again, thank you all so so much!! i can’t wait to get these started!

tagging some mutuals who might be interested❤️

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[clovermunson]

hi!! your party is almost over :(( but i’ve come around to bug you until it ends!! i’d like to request 📝 with billy if you don’t mind. as for a scenario, i’m up for anything you’d like to write. maybe some comfort? i trust you. hope you’re having a good day!!

thank you!! <333

hiii!! i knooowww :( but you can send in as many emojis as you want or you can take up the remainder of the blurb spots and i’d be more than happy!!

after being so mean to billy in my current wips, i need to write something cute and nice for him, so thank you for giving me the perfect opportunity!

and the fact that you trust me to write comfort for billy? i—🥹💕 that really just made my day so much better!!

📝notes from the upside down— send this + a character (and scenario if you want!) and i’ll write a little blurb for it (limited to ten nine eight spots)

join the celebration!

warnings: mentions of billy’s home life (poor baby needs a hug), non-descriptive mentions of minor injuries, extra fluffiness and cuteness bc billy needs it. a tiny bit suggestive at the end. (might make a fic based off of this but idk yet bc this is very off the top of my head)

pairings: billy hargrove x fem!reader

**gif is from pinterest so credit to the original creator!!

Billy’s home life was rough, you knew that much. And with knowing that, it wasn’t uncommon for him to sneak in through your window in the middle of the night. Tonight was no exception.

The only difference this time was that he’d shown up with a split lip and tear-filled eyes. He’d nearly fallen through the window into your room, just barely catching his balance to avoid face-planting into the carpet.

“You know, you could’ve just come through the front door.” You smiled at him as he straightened up, “my parents aren’t home.”

Billy shook his head, “sorry I…I didn’t think about that.” He’d forgotten that you’d told him your parents would be gone and he could just use the front door for the next few days.

In his fight with Neil, he’d seemingly forgotten quite a few things— one of those being to just keep his damn mouth shut, and that’s why he got a busted lip.

“Billy…” you murmured, gently lifting his chin, “what happened to you?” You scanned over his features, his bottom lip blood-stained and his eyes red from what you’d assumed to be tears. It wasn’t unusual for him to cry during the car ride to your house, but you tried to never mention it unless he wanted to talk about it, for his sake.

“Neil.” He snorted, rather incredulously. “I decided to be a smartass and this is what it got me.” He gestured to his lip, a half-hearted smirk on his face.

“Come on.” You took his hand, leading him to your bathroom so you could clean him up a bit.

You switched on the light to have a better look at his wounds as you ran some warm water over a washcloth. You hopped onto the counter, motioning for Billy to come to you, and he did— though it was rather shyly.

“I…I couldn’t let him say those things.” Billy admitted as you turned back to him, “he said you were just another girl I was sleeping with to pass the time and I…I snapped.” He felt as if he was about to break down in tears again, his misty eyes and near sobs had told you as much.

“Shh,” you quietly tried to soothe him as you wiped away the blood on his lip, “we both know that everything that comes out of Neil’s mouth is a lie.”

Billy gently took your free hand into his, kissing your knuckles, then the back of your hand. “But he said those things about you.” He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, “I couldn’t let him get by with that.”

“My hero.” You gave him a bright smile, and a small giggle, lifting his spirits a bit. You’d noticed his knuckles, a bit busted up, but nothing that would really cause an issue. You wiped them with the washcloth, the dried blood coming off rather easily.

“Did you…” you were almost afraid to ask, but you swallowed your fear and asked anyway, “did you hit him?”

Billy nodded meekly, “just once though…then that’s when he did this to me.”

You nodded, a hand on his bicep as you placed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“C’mere.” You pulled him into a hug, your arms wrapping around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him.

Billy had always made a point to hug you as tight as he could, but tonight, he was hugging you a little tighter than usual. Around you, he was a much softer, even gentler version of himself. You were the one person who could make him calm down even when he’d been at his worst.

“You wanna stay here tonight?” You asked, a bold move since it was a rare occasion that he stayed the night.

Billy nodded, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “Mhm…” you could hear him quietly mumble.

“We’ll share the bed.” You stated matter-of-factly, leaving no room for an argument from him, not that he would argue anyway.

“It’s not like we haven’t done worse.” Billy smirked, kissing up your neck, stopping just below your earlobe.

“Billy…” you whined, playfully shoving him back, “you’re injured.” You said it with a chiding tone, though it carried no seriousness.

“I’m never too injured to show you how grateful I am to have you, princess.”

[pickingupmymercedes]

He always rises - Lewis Hamilton

Happy Lewis for the win here.

request: " idk if you saw lewis laying down on the sofa in the post race press conference, but all i could think about is him knocking out immediately back at the hotel😂 With this prompt: “snuggle with me” - @goldenroutledge

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

wordcount: +1K

a/n: It was a blurb request from our 500 Celebration, but it ran from me. It's totally self-indulgent. If Lewis is happy we're happy, hope you like it ❤️

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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The air crackled with a different kind of electricity this time around in the finishing stages of the Spanish Grand Prix. The dejection that had clung to Lewis like a second skin all season seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a genuine, unrestrained smile that stretched from ear to ear.

A podium finish, his first of the season, might not have been the win he was used to fighting for, but in the context of their current struggles, it felt like a monumental victory.

As Lewis climbed out of his car and removed his helmet, he heard the crowd erupting in cheers. He gave some of his team a brief celebratory hug before his eyes locked onto Y/N standing by corner of the gates of parc ferme.

He made his way over to her, a triumphant grin lighting up his face. “You were amazing out there!” Y/N beamed, her eyes sparkling with pride. Lewis leaned in and gave her a quick hug, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

He breezed through the post-race interviews; the guardedness of the recent races replaced by a playful banter with the reporters, jokes with Verstappen and Norris during the press conference, and selfies afterwards.

The celebratory mood followed him back to the garage. It was a welcome change from the frustration and disappointment that had plagued the first half of his final season with Mercedes. High fives were exchanged, engineers bouncing on the spot with unbridled joy. Relief washed over that whole side of the garage.

Y/n were by the hospitality area, her laughter mingling with the animated chatter of other Mercedes personnel. The sight of her, so carefree and happy amidst the team's, his team, was pure joy to him.

He excused himself from his press secretary for a few moments, his long strides eating up the distance between them in seconds, eager for a private moment amidst the chaos.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he said softly, pulling her into a secluded corner just as he kissed her deeply, pouring all the relief and joy he felt into that kiss. Y/N smiled against his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck.

He cupped her face in his hands, his smile mirroring the one that had been plastered across her face all afternoon. That kiss had been different. It wasn't just a celebratory peck; it was a culmination of all the stress, the frustration, the unwavering belief that had finally been validated. It spoke of a shared burden, a weight finally off their shoulders.

"You look radiant," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with emotion.

"And you," she countered, tracing a finger down his cheek "look like a kid that has been given way too many sweets."

He chuckled, the sound light and carefree. "Maybe a little. I just feel… relieved."

"I know, babe. We all know." she squeezed his hand. " Now, go. They’re waiting for you. I’ll head back to the hotel and wait there."

He lingered for a moment longer, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Finally, with a gentle squeeze of her hand, he pulled away. "Debrief. Then straight to the hotel. I’ll see you in a bit." Y/n nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

When he finally made it back to the hotel, he was physically and mentally drained, and the room was a welcome refuge. the sight that greeted him made his heart swell. Y/N was curled up on the bed, wearing one of his oversized hoodies, looking cozy and content.

“Hey, you,” she greeted him with a warm smile. “You look exhausted. Come snuggle with me.”

Lewis didn’t need to be asked twice. He kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto her arms in the bed, resting his head on her chest, her fingers gently tracing patterns on his skin. "Looking mighty comfy in my clothes, there, love," he teased, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Just borrowing what's mine anyway" she retorted, a playful glint in her eyes. "Besides, it smells like you." Lewis couldn't help but chuckle.

"How are you feeling, really?" Y/n asked softly after a few moments of silence, her fingers gently stroking his hair.

Lewis sighed, closing his eyes as he savored the comfort of her presence. "Like the kind of relief I felt when you finally said yes to that twentieth date I asked you on."

Y/n swatted him playfully on the arm. "It was more like 10” laughing with him before continuing. “But seriously, Lewis."

He nuzzled closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Like I knew I'd given it my all, every lap, every strategy meeting. And finally, finally, it’s paying off. It feels… good. It feels so damn good."

She hummed in agreement, running her fingers through his hair in a comforting rhythm. She knew how much this podium meant to him; how hard he had worked for it. “I’m so proud of you” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his head.

They talked for a while, about anything and everything, the sound of her voice a soothing lullaby to his tired mind. His eyelids grew heavy, the weight of exhaustion finally catching up to him. Y/N continued to stroke his hair, her touch soothing and gentle. “Get some rest, love,” she murmured. “You’ve earned it.” Lewis nodded, his eyes fluttering shut.

The gentle rise and fall of Y/n’s chest a lullaby against his ear and he drifted off to sleep as she watched him sleep, committing every detail of his face to memory – the crinkle around his eyes when he smiled, the slight furrow in his brow that appeared when he was concentrating, the way his lips twitched even in sleep. He looked peaceful, content.

Such a contrast to the man who had carried the weight of the team's struggles on his shoulders for the past years.

The tranquility was shattered with a sharp trill of Lewis' phone. He stirred slightly, a low groan escaping his lips. Y/n reached over and silenced the call, earning a mumbled "thank you" from him before he tried to drift back to sleep. However, the respite was short-lived. The phone buzzed again, more insistently this time.

Seeing the name flashing on the screen again, Y/n gently nudged him awake, knowing how important his family was to him. "It's your dad”

He cracked open one eye, a playful glint returning. "Spoiling my nap, aren't you?"

She lightly ran her nails in his arms with a smile to really wake him up. "Just making sure you don't miss his call."

He chuckled; the exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "Alright, alright. Put it on speaker." You reached for the phone and hit accept, setting it on his abdomen

"Lewis?" Anthony's voice boomed through the speaker.

"Hey, dad" Lewis replied, his voice still laced with sleep but a genuine warmth evident.

"Saw the race! You looked brilliant, son. That podium finish, about time, eh?"

Lewis' smile widened. "Yeah, feels good, Dad. Finally."

On the other end of the line, Anthony chuckled. "Damn straight. You know, I always knew you'd turn it around, even when things were looking a bit rough. Never doubted you for a second."

Lewis could practically hear the pride in his father's voice. "Means a lot to hear that from you, dad."

Y/n continued massaging the root of his braids as he spoke, her fingers expertly navigating his skin. The rhythmic motion lulled him further, but he made sure to keep the conversation going. They talked about the race, the team's struggles, the upcoming schedule. All the while, she listened, a silent observer in their father-son bond

Finally, after a good ten minutes of conversation, Lewis ended the call. He turned to Y/n, a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks for making me take that."

"Yep" she replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. "He's happy, isn't he?"

"Yeah" Lewis confirmed, pulling her closer. "Proud as punch."

He closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of her touch and the afterglow of the conversation.  After a few moments, Lewis spoke again, his voice a soft murmur. “Thank you for being here for me, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with love. “You don’t have to thank me, Lewis. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

Lewis closed his eyes, letting out a contented sigh. “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he whispered. Y/N leaned down and kissed his forehead again. “And I’m the luckiest woman,” she replied softly. “Now, get some sleep. I’ll wake you later for some food, okay?!”

He hummed in agreement, a content sigh escaping his lips. Silence settled over the room again, a was a comfortable quiet, filled with a sense of peace as he drifted off to sleep once more, the gentle rise and fall of his chest a calming rhythm. Y/n continued massaging his braids, her fingers lingering on the intricate patterns.

As the last rays of sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, she kept on watching him sleep. A sense of immense pride welled up within her. She’d borne witness to the challenges this season had thrown at him. She'd seen him at his most frustrated, his most discouraged. Yet, he'd persevered, because that was him, that was the Lewis that had insisted on asking her out until she finally said yes, the Lewis she had fallen in love.

He always rises, no matter what.

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[goodomensafterdark]

4.5k followers?! CALL FOR ARTISTS, WRITERS AND PODFICCERS

Oh my god, we just hit 4,500 people following the account!

(okay, missed it by a few days, we were busy okay)

What are you all doing here and when did that happen?! Well well well…  

*adjusts waistcoat*

We have something very special in mind in order to celebrate this milestone: we would like to do a bit of a rebrand of the Tumblr account.

And for this, what better than a little contest?

This will go into three directions : 

Artists

We would like to change our pfp ! We of course love @vavoom-sorted-art ‘s, but since this one was put in there, the subreddit changed 20 times! So it is time to do a bit of undusting.

Draw a riveting pfp for the Tumblr account!

Writers

We have been trying to give a good summary of who we are and what the sub and this account are all about, but… we are missing YOUR interpretation!

Write an epic/crack/lewd presentation of our sub! 

Make us LAUGH and make us HORNY!

Try to keep the main presentation at a maximum of 500 words.

If you want to write a companion fic that would be longer, go for it, but we need an actual presentation that would be a bit shorter 😉

Podficcers

You heard us, YOU TOO get to participate! We have special plans for those celebrations, you see, and for this, we will need you!

Choose a fic in our collection that is less than 1500 words and podfic it.

You will have 1 month to complete this task, so until the 28th of July!

How will the choices and results be handled

Submissions

Please submit your art, fics and podfics on the Good Omens After Dark file share here.

Folder name should be : GOAD Tumblr Contest

Name your files as follows:

[your tumblr account name]_[pfp/presentation/podfic]_submission

We will not take your submission into account if you don’t follow the GOAD account.

Your productions don't need to stay private: you can absolutely post them and mention us!

If you post ahead of the results announcement:

On Tumblr: use the tag #GOAD 4500 celebrations

On AO3: use the tag GOAD 4500 celebrations and add it to the collection

Results announcement

We know you feral goblins, so we will be planning for 2 weeks to go through the art and writing and podficcing you will have submitted.

Once we are done with it all, we will choose 3 winners:

an artist, whose art will become our new pfp

a writer, whose presentation blurb will be added to our metapost

a podficcer, whose podfic will be added to our metapost as a star example of what this community has to offer.

But for all the others, not to worry: you will of course all be celebrated for the work that you have done during this month, and will get plenty of love from us! <3

TL;DR: Celebration contest! (need to follow us here if you want to compete)

Deadline: 29th of July

Artists: draw a new PFP

Writers: write an epic/crack/lewd presentation of the sub

Podficcers: choose a fic from the collection that is not more than 1500 words long and podfic it

Prize: the winners will be part of our rebranding! The artist's pfp will be our new pfp, the writer's presentation will appear in our metapost, and the podficcer will appear in our metapost.

Good luck to you all!

[l4long-winded]

this is the first time i have ever done this, so i am incredibly excited to dive in head first. as of writing this post, i am also close to reaching 500 followers, so this feels like a great way to celebrate! will all of these be halloween themed? most likely not, but it's more so for the kink part of kinktober. these will vary in length according to muse, but i do intend for these to be blurbs. if you are interested, the prompt list we need to fill is below the read more line~ (this will also act as a masterlist for the blurbs)

R U L E S (CLOSED)

send in an ask with the day/kink available below and the character you would like the request for. (example - "day four with logan howlett")

i will be regularly updating this list, so if a spot is already filled, i will delete the message.

this is a first come, first serve list, so i apologize in advance if i can not fulfill your request this time around.

everyone is allowed to send as many requests as they like, but i am limiting each character to only five days. for example, if i have carmy for five days already on my list and someone sends in another request for that same character, it will be deleted. i understand every character on my list may not be used, but i also do not wish to become too redundant in the writing. i am searching for a bit of variety.

you are allowed to request a line of dialogue and a trope along with the day you are asking for, but it is also not required. i am totally fine with just the character name and the specific day.

requests for this will close once the list is complete. the blurbs will be posted starting october 1st. i plan to write these in advance and then queue them up so that one will be posted each day until october 31st.

the following characters are available for requests: carmen berzatto, lip gallagher, kerry von erich, sherlock holmes, geralt of rivia, logan howlett, remy lebeau, chef luca, matt murdock, bruce wayne, loki laufeyson, and clark kent.

day one - praise - lip gallagher

day two - dirty talk - kerry von erich

day three - cockwarming - remy lebeau

day four - choking - kerry von erich

day five - freeuse - remy lebeau

day six - somnophilia - lip gallagher

day seven - edging - lip gallagher

day eight - bondage - clark kent

day nine - spanking - logan howlett

day ten - facesitting - carmen berzatto

day eleven - daddy kink - remy lebeau

day twelve - size kink - remy lebeau

day thirteen - breeding - logan howlett

day fourteen - cumplay - carl gallagher

day fifteen - overstimulation - remy lebeau

day sixteen - thigh riding - kerry von erich

day seventeen - deepthroating - carmen berzatto

day eighteen - lingerie - kerry von erich

day nineteen - phone sex - matt murdock

day twenty - doggy - chef luca

day twenty-one - sex toys - bruce wayne

day twenty-two - sex pollen - logan howlett

day twenty-three - role play - chef luca

day twenty-four - marking - logan howlett

day twenty-five - body worship - kerry von erich

day twenty-six - voyeurism - carmen berzatto

day twenty-seven - dumbification - chef luca

day twenty-eight - corruption - lip gallagher

day twenty-nine - degradation - matt murdock

day thirty - public sex - carmen berzatto

day thirty-one - wildcard - chef luca

happy spooky season everyone! <3

[acewritesfics]

Take Me Home | Jay Halstead

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: from @/andreahalstead24 for my 500 follower celebration over at @/dlmlufics.

Fic Type: Blurb

Prompt: "No one in this world, past, present or future, matters to me more than you do."

Warnings: None

Word Count: 642

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST || TAG LIST SIGN-UP

Jay was getting tired of Y/N’s sudden and unexplained cold shoulder. He wanted an explanation for why she seemed to be ignoring him, only speaking to him when she needed to.  

Unable to find her in the bullpen, he heads into the locker room finding her sitting on one of the benches, stuffing her clothes she had to get changed out of after getting blood all over them trying to prevent an innocent by stander in a shootout from bleeding out into her bag. 

“What’s going on with you?” Jay questions, a frown on his face, confusion and concern in his pretty blue eyes. 

“Nothing,” she says rolling her eyes as she stands up and moves back to her locker. 

“Have you forgotten how well I know you,” his voice comes out a little more aggressive than he intended, but she’s been beyond frustrating since this morning. 

“What about your ex? Or have you forgotten how well you know her,” she slams her locker shut and hooks her gun and badge on to her jeans.  

This morning Jay’s recent ex-girlfriend had come by District 21 as a witness in their latest case. Y/N, along with Jay, took her statement. Jay being oblivious to his ex's lingering stares, subtle flirty remarks and the hopeful look in her eyes, only added to Y/N's already sour mood from her car breaking down on the way to the station.  

“Is this what this whole cold shoulder thing is about?” he asks surprised by her remark but also relieved that she said more than five words to him that didn't involve their case. "My ex-girlfriend trying to be flirty with me?" 

Maybe he wasn't oblivious to it like she thought. Y/N doesn't say anything as she zips up her bag and slings it over her shoulder. She goes to walk past him when he stops her, gently grasping her arm and turning her back around to face him. 

"No one in this world, past, present or future, matters to me more than you do," he says softly as he raises a hand to her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb making her look at him. "And I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. None of them matter anymore, especially her. You're it for me, baby." 

The look in Y/N's eyes softens as she listens to him, her arms move around his waist as she looks at him, seeing the love he holds for her. In his ex's defense, she didn't know about their relationship, and they couldn't exactly tell her while they were taking her witness statement. And he never flirted back, not giving her false hope that there was something still there between them. He had been nothing but professional and she had let her jealousy and insecurities raise their ugly heads, something that never happened often. Y/N knows she overreacted, and she deserves his frustration and to feel the guilt she's currently feeling. 

"I'm sorry for being horrible today. I don't know why I let her get under my skin. Women flirt with you a lot and it usually never bothers me," she apologizes placing a quick peck to his lips. "And I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else too." 

"Buy me dinner and I'll forgive you," he smiles moving his arms around her waist and pulls her closer.  

"How about I cook dinner and you can have me as dessert?" she suggests.  

"I may be tempted," he replies, looking like he's thinking about it.  

She smiles kissing him, "Take me home, Halstead." 

"You got it," he says letting her go and takes his hand in hers. "Also, women don't flirt with me a lot," he continues as they walk out of the locker room. 

"Have you looked in a mirror," she scoffs. "You're a beautiful man." 

TAGGED:@mrspeacem1nusone - @halsteadbrasil - @allisonargent144 - @cs-please

[crappymixtape]

steve harrington • requests // asks

( ANY REQUESTS AND ASKS FOR ALL CELEBRATIONS, SEASONAL THEMES, AND ONE-OFF INBOXES I GET, STEVE x YOU // mature content marked appropriately )

🔥 BECAUSE OF YOU, SERIES ( 500 FOLLOWER REQUEST )

main fic -> ( part 1 ) ( part 2 ) ( part 3 ) ( part 4 ) ( part 5 ) bonus parts -> ( baby let me in ) ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 3.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

👯 1000 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

"play it cool" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, requesting the cd because i think i need to explore more music and this seems like a good way to do that! | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this one is a lil fluffy, a lil flirty, a lil fun – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )

"don't go dark again" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, oh baby, you know I gotta ask for a song for my beloved, steve | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this just leaned real angsty, hurt / comfort for a monday morning – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )

"honey, i've got it bad for you" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, can i pls request a love note from steve <3 as for mood anything a little lovelorn and fluffy will do | ( love note steve harrington x reader, little fluffy, little lovesick, lots of sweet )

🎄 A VERY MERRY MIXTAPE – WINTER THEMED ASKS

"very merry mixtape" winter!theme REQUESTS are nested under the series / multi-part master list post *18+

👯 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

"don't make me say it" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, you make me want things I can’t have prompt | ( 2k – mostly angst, dumb boi steve, and a little fluff right at the end to take you home, steve x reader )

"i hate you ( not )" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, love a good enemies to lovers smutty fic – anything works, just lots of sarcasm and name calling to build up the tension • *18+  | ( 3.6k – a nice lil mountain of angst that rolls down into a big ol’ valley of smut, steve x reader )

"good love makes you hesitate" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, don’t do this here prompt | ( 2.2k – all of the angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, steve x bff!reader )

💌 CRAPPYMIXTAPE INBOX ASKS

"you gotta help me, baby" – REQUEST -> fluffy one about you having a summer job babysitting and Steve always coming over to keep you company...idc just Steve being a massive simp as always | (  2.3k, modern!day au, fluff, established relationship, steve x you, steve x reader )

"shut up and kiss me" – REQUEST -> fluff prompt #25 "shut up and kiss me” • you get laid off and go back to hawkins for the weekend to wallow with your friends and the gang seizes the opportunity to try and get you two dummies to figure it out | ( 5.7k – fluff, a little angst, mostly fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"smoke and glitter" – REQUEST -> robin's been begging you to throw a party down yb the lake on your uncle's farm, like on another level, so you finally give in and who does she drag along? some co-worker from the mall and he's a total dork...right? | ( 2k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

💌 MOOD BOARD x SONGS ASKS

"idiots -> lovers" steve harrington x you, idiots / enemies to lovers

"valentine's day" steve harrington x you, soft / intimate *18+

"best friends -> lovers" steve harrington x you, bffs to lovers

"enemies -> lovers" steve harrington x you, enemies to lovers at work *18+

[cherrynflowergarden]

you guys are absolutely insane!!! 500 followers in only a couple months???? crazy i love you all so much 🩷😖 again thank you so much for this i'm greatful for each one of you

𓇢𓆸 welcome to the 500 followers celebration...!

the celebration is open till 15th of august! feel free to send any of these<3 feel free to refer to this to know about the people i write:)

💌 lipstick stained polaroids ;; send this + the person + a picture you want the blurb to be about

🎀 red ribbon in the hair ;; send this + the person and i'll write a random headcanon for them

🦢 birds of a feather ;; send this + the person + a song with the artist's name for a short blurb about it

🍒 cherry garden ;; send this + facts about you for a mood board

🐚 sea shells on the beach ;; send this + facts about you and i will make a small playlist for you (around 5 songs)

🫀 match made in heaven ;; send this + facts about you and i will ship you with a person on my list (you can mention the fandom you want to be shipped with eg. football,f1)

you'll be able to see all the answered asks under the tag # ༘⋆𐙚 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[chaotic-iguana]

hello, hi. you don’t know me but i know who u are KAMSK JK hi kali.

if you’re still doing these, i’d like to request a little SFW joel blurb of:

“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

tysm, *bows*

hello, hi. wow i wonder who found my askbox (hi bee hru babe) i am doing these? its i mean it was supposed to be a 400 followers celebration but im on 500 now so lets keep it rolling. I LOVE THE BLURB. love u thank u for the bow ahfdkjfhsdhf  no outbreak au, husband! joel universe because its been too long.  wordcount: 0.28k

masterlist. 

Care | husband! joel x reader

You swear you loved your husband, but you just wanted to murder him sometimes. Only sometimes.

See - it was cute, that he loved you this much and he wasn’t afraid of showing it. In its own way, adorable too, the fact that he was this worried about your wellbeing. 

But on the other fucking hand, you were mildly injured. Mildly. And being bounced bridal-style in his arms as he carried you from the kitchen to the couch. What a long, arduous journey. Thank god you had your knight in shining armor.

“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.” Joel huffed, ignoring you. You raised a brow at him, reaching hand up to flick his nose. He just shook his head and continued carrying you into the living room. 

“I can see that, sweetheart. ‘S besides the point. Y’gotta rest and ice that so you can be back on your feet ‘s soon as damn possible, y’ know?” Seeing you roll your eyes, he reached down to plant a kiss on your head. 

“Jus’ let me take care of you sometimes, honey.” You snorted, reaching your arms out for him from the couch. He acquiesced, settling his large frame over you, lying in your lap with his head against your stomach. 

“Don’t need taking care of, dumbo.” His head shot up, eyes giving you a look so incredulous you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I’m not the one who slipped on Sarah’s very obvious toy truck, dumbo.” The sound of a word that stupid coming from his mouth -  drawled out in his playful tone -  just made you laugh harder. 

Just wait till he got a sore back. You’d fucking carry him everywhere too. See how he likes it.

hello loves, as always - thank you for reading. comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day! taglist (message to be taken off): @imherefordeanandbones, @theywhowriteandknowthings, @josephquinnswhore, @millerscoffee, @nostalxgic, @sscorpiiio, @pedrosaidsheispunk, @breakfastatjoels, @its-nebuleuse, @sofiparallel, @mandoisapunk, @bastardmandennis, @pawnshopblues22, @evyiione, @amanitacowboy, @party-hearses. divider by @reveriesources.

[fiction-is-life]

Congratulations again on 500 followers! 🥂 You are so generous in sharing your talents with us ☺️

For a blurb, you know I have to prompt my two all time favorite things: Benedict Bridgerton and angst 😜 #122 from the list “I’m not going anywhere.” 💙

Touchstone of Our Character

Author's Note: Thank you soooooo much!! You are such an amazing writer and I am so honored that you would want to read my writing (especially angst since you are the Queen of angst)! Thank you for all of your support and I hope you like this little blurb!

Summary: “Dreams are the touchstones of our character.” -Henry David Thoreau

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Regency

Warnings: Nightmares, mention of death (in a dream), cheating

~

Benedict felt movement beside him that roused him from his slumber.  He still was not used to having someone sleep beside him every night, even though he had married (Y/N) over six months ago.  His old bachelor habits died hard, he supposed.  He couldn’t say it had started as a love match - his marriage to you - but he had quickly found a thousand reasons to love his wife.

While gazing at his wife, he quickly ascertained the reason that he had been awoken.  Your brow was furrowed and troubled, and your legs thrashed around under the blankets.  As he watched, you became increasingly frantic, obviously having some sort of terrible dream.

He reached over to grasp your silk-laiden arm (having opted for a long-sleeve night dress as it was winter), and gave it a small shake.  He whispered, “My love, wake up, it is just a dream.”

You woke with a cry, saying, “He’s dead.  You have killed him!  My love, come back, please!”  Your eyes were unfocused, and Benedict knew you were still fighting against whatever foe your dream held, so he shushed you gently, rocking you back and forth until you stopped shouting, opting for tears instead.

“Hush, darling, no one is dead,” he soothed, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead.  His heart tugged at the thought that you had been dreaming of him, and that you were now distraught over the thought of his passing.  He kissed your hair and your forehead, anywhere he could reach, trying to show you that he was alive and well.  “I am here.  I am not going anywhere.”

You simply collapsed in his arms, sobbing even harder at these words, spoken so sweetly by the brother of the man you loved, of whom you dreamt every night.

~

My Masterlist

Come Celebrate with Me!

[hayatoseyepatch]

Hi there! I recently just reached 500 followers here on tumblr ♡⸜(ˆᗜˆ˵ )⸝♡ So in order to celebrate and thank you for being here I’ve decided to host a match up event!

Please submit your requests via my asks (both on and off anon is welcome!!) and I will respond with a match up for you of a character I think you would pair well with. With a cute little blurb specific to you!

Please see below suggestions of what you can include in your request.

➼ Personality: Tell me a little bit about yourself. What are your pronouns? What are you like? Are you an introvert/extrovert? What are some of your interests? Give me as much to go off as possible to pair you with a match ♡︎

➼ Fandoms: Which fandom do you want a match up for?

➼ Trope: What are your favorite writing/fanfic tropes?

➼ What’s your Type: What do you look for in a partner? Do you have a type? What is it? What gender character do you want to receive of any specifics?

➼ Favorites: Who are your favorite characters in your given fandom?

➼ Icks: Are there any characters in your chosen fandom that you don’t wish to be paired with? Is there any type of character (personality, hero/villian, etc.) that you don’t like/wouldn’t want to be paired with?

Rules:

➼ As always this is an 18+ only blog, please even if submitting on anon make sure we’re all 18+.

➼ The fandoms I’ll be including in this to choose from are Windbreaker, JJK, Demon Slayer, Tokyo Revengers, Blue Lock, Haikyuu, and Love & Deepspace.

➼ PLEASE NOTE: I’ll only be doing a max of one in depth character per submission so I don’t get overwhelmed and I can get to everyone. (To celebrate those who have been with me on this wild ride I wanna say an extra thank you to my moots so you can pick two ♡︎)

➼ Please be kind, if you don’t get your fave don’t be mad at me I want to do these solely based on your personality and the answers to the above questions.

➼ Also please be patient, I do work full time and will get to these as soon as possible just bear with me.

I’m going to run this event for two weeks so deadline to submit a request is by Sept. 12th! Thank you all again so much for 500 and I hope you enjoy this little token of my appreciation. ♡⸜(ˆᗜˆ˵ )⸝♡

[chvoswxtch]

court's cafe ☕️

join me for a 4k followers friends celebration!

my freaky little darlings. you've gone and done it again. it is absolutely mind blowing to me to have over 4k of you as followers friends. whether you're new here, or you've been around for awhile, I love you and I thank you for hanging out with me. let's get this caffeinated celebration started. ✨

cafe hours: please place your orders from april 19th to the 30th! the cafe will be open from may 1st to the 31st.

cafe baristas: matt murdock | karen page | foggy nelson | elektra natchios | frank castle | billy russo | dinah madani | jessica jones | luke cage | dean winchester | aaron hotchner | derek morgan | spencer reid | emily prentiss | jennifer jareau | penelope garcia

☾ espresso- drabble (less than 100 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request over ice to make it spicy)

☾ macchiato- headcannons (request over ice to make it spicy)

☾ americano- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request over ice to make it spicy)

☾ latte- tell me something about you & i’ll ship you with one of the baristas

☾ cold brew- games! (cym, fmk, etc.)

☾ black coffee- tell me your drink order & i’ll give you a song (substitute a barista’s drink order for their song)

☾ iced coffee- ask me about any of my previous work, something i’m currently working on, or anything you wanna know about me

you must be 18+ to request a drink over ice.

these will all be posted on a separate masterlist to come.

hope to see y'all at the cafe!