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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2023) The Heirs of the Dragon - 1x1 dir. Miguel Sapochnik.

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Eddie doesn’t like that he’s into Steve Harrington, so he does what he does best: acts like a dick and annoys Steve into hating him even more than he already did.

But it’s doesn’t even seem to be working. Even when he stands on cafeteria tables and shouts about pompous rich kids and their shiny cars.

Steve just looks up at him, while the others sneer and throw insults and fries at him. He almost smiles a lot of the time, his expression light. Amused. He just watches, eating quietly while Eddie shouts and yells and cackles when Tommy H throws something at him and misses. (Steve covers his mouth. Eddie thinks he’s laughing too.)

When Eddie sits again, Gareth is almost glaring at him, his elbow on the table, his fingers to his forehead, like he’s watching a house fire. He tells Eddie it’s a bad idea. The others don’t know what they’re talking about but they don’t really care.

Eddie knows it’s a bad idea to taunt Steve and his friends. That he’s just painting a bright red target on his own back. But he can’t really help it.

Especially not when Steve starts responding, flipping Eddie the bird while Eddie’s up on a table, tilting his head adorably when Eddie comments that he looks like a Christian summer camp counsellor.

Tommy just comments that at least Steve can buy new clothes. Eddie just fires back that money can’t buy better taste, bitch. Steve snorts even though it’s a dig on him.

It goes on for a while. The teasing. The stares. The suppressed smiles and laughter.

But it actually starts on a Friday.

Eddie has detention. (Shocker.) The only reason he actually goes is because Mr Peterson isn’t an asshole. He’s friendly, even to Eddie.

Greets him as “Mr Munson,” looks at the pink detention slip before raising a single eyebrow at Eddie and tells him to sit with a soft shake of his head and a smile.

And Eddie turns to find Steve sitting in the back, watching him. Eddie’s grin falters and then widens, his head tilting as he raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s face turns red. He looks away. Eddie goes to sit with him, still grinning.

The room is quiet. There aren’t many others here, a few of them doodling on tables or sleeping. Peterson doesn’t care. (Another reason Eddie likes him.)

“What’d you do?” Eddie asks quietly, sitting too close to him.

Steve just looks down at his notebook. It’s closed, a pen laying on top of it. Eddie wants to flip through it.

“Nothing.”

“Steve Harrington is in detention,” Eddie says dryly. “You did something.”

“Nuh-uh.”

Eddie snorts. Steve glances at him. He’s smiling, and his cheeks are still flushed, and Eddie might die.

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Ste-e-e-eve, what’d you do?”

“Oh, we’re on a first name basis now?”

Eddie blinks. He’s only called him Harrington. Steve’s never called him anything.

“Yeah, I guess. Tell me what you did.”

“…Called Collins a jackass. In front of him.”

Eddie drops his head to the table.

“Incredible.”

“What did you do?”

“Forgot my homework.” He lifts his head. “Seven times.”

Steve snorts.

“Of course.”

They’re not allowed to talk during detention. It’s too quiet for them to even whisper with Peterson hearing, the room silent except the scratching of someone’s pencil and the occasional cough or sigh.

Eddie lowers his head to the table, ready to take a nap or zone out or something, but Steve opens the notebook. Eddie turns his head to look, his cheek pressing against the cold surface, and Steve doesn’t notice.

Eddie sits up to watch. Steve flips through the pages, and Eddie catches a glimpse of a drawing, so he reaches out and take the notebook wordlessly. Steve makes a small indignant ugh. Eddie shushes him.

Eddie flips through the pages slowly, looking at Steve’s handwriting. It’s pretty. Almost girly. Every page has random, half-understandable notes, without any kind of indicating header that might include the subject or date.

He thinks he’s getting closer to the drawing, because Steve reaches out to take the notebook again. Eddie swats his hand away, and Steve drops his head to the table with soft groan.

Eddie grins.

He finds the drawing. It’s a messy pencil sketch, scratchy snd scribbled and smudged and shitty, but easily recognisable.

His grins falters, and he blinks, his eyes tracing the lines of his own curls, the angle of his own nose, the curve of his eyelashes.

He turns to look at Steve, who’s now hiding his face in his shirt, looking away from Eddie.

Eddie lays back on the table, his chin propped on his arms as he gazes at the drawing again.

Steve lets him keep the notebook until the end of detention.

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part 2 of gift wrapped

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+. unprotected p in v, sex toys, cursing, drug mention, dieter continuing to be ridiculous but he just loves you so much. Unedited drivel.

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Dieter has another gift for you

A/N: This one goes out to my darling @chronically-ghosted who is forever encouraging of the bravo brainrot, and in fact often makes it much worse. Love ya, Taylor! Merry Christmas! Comments and reblogs forever appreciated. To follow for fic updates only go to @sp00kyupdates​ or see taglist details on my masterlist. Header by me. Credit to banner maker.

It wasn’t exactly the Christmas Eve you’d planned.

It was significantly better.

Getting railed by your boyfriend under the sparkling lights of the Christmas tree; room full of the sounds of moans, the slap of skin on skin, the jingling antlers that were now atop his head as he fucked you from behind to the rhythm of Jingle Bell Rock playing in the background.

“Dee...fucking...don’t...stop…” You were crying out, face practically buried against the carpet, his hand softly pressing between your shoulder blades before smoothing down to join his other in gripping your hips tight. All the while, jingle jingle jingle with every shake and shiver and somehow the ridiculous noise is only getting you wetter and closer.

“C-cookie you’re so...ah fuck” Dieter groans behind you, slowing down his movements to press deep and hard into you as he nears his peak, making you reach back and claw his flesh desperately. Your body feels like the Christmas trifle, all jelly and cream, as he pulls you apart in ways only Dieter knows how.

The track changes to something slower and more mellow just as his fingers slide soft from your hip and down over your stomach, before finding their place at your clit. Your whole body shudders in ecstasy and you push back hard on him as you come once more.

Dieter follows moments after, a guttural moan stuttering out of him accented by the bells and more beautiful than any christmas carol. He mutters something breathless about ‘dipping his cookie in his milk’ that you choose to ignore as he leans all the way down and presses a kiss to your back.

Yeah, much better than the evening of family phone calls and Christmas day prep you’d had planned.

You’re both silent for a few moments, catching your breath as the dulcet tones of East 17 play on in the background and the antlers fall off somewhere behind him. Dieter eventually slipping out of you and finding his place next to you on the carpet to bask in the afterglow, and in the illumination of the tree lights.

“Best present ever?” He asks with that confident smile even as you scoff at him.

“Wasn’t on my list. But…best present ever” You grin back, turning on your side to face him and letting your eyes once again wander the glory of your boyfriend laid bare before you. He really is gorgeous, every inch of him.

Dieter props up on his elbow and rests his head on his large palm as he watches you back. Love abounds beneath those deep brown eyes. He chews on his bottom lip for a moment before responding.

“Got you something else. Well, a few things but one you should definitely open tonight” He’s already sitting and reaching over you to the gifts beneath the tree to find the one he meant. Your brow furrows.

“Baby, we’re opening presents tomorrow. You know, when my family gets here” You remind him as you sit yourself up too.

He huffs out a little bit of a laugh that has you suspicious. There’s that mischievous look on his face again, the one he often has when he’s high and has a ‘great idea’ (much as you suspect was how his gift wrapped dick had come about).

“I don’t think you want to open this one in front of your family, cookie” Dieter mutters lowly.

“Oh god” is about all you can return, but you’re not exactly not intrigued. Dieter had always had a unique idea of gift giving. Like that birthday when you’d just started dating and he’d signed you both up for goat yoga at a retreat in Switzerland.

“Come on cookie. Let me spoil you” 

He hands you the present. It’s pretty heavy, in a rectangular box and wrapped about as well as he’d wrapped his cock before. You give him one more look of uncertainty, which he returns with a sly wink, before giving in and ripping open the present.

The box is unassuming, sleek matte black with no notable information on it. When you open the box though, it’s not what you expect. Maybe you should have known.

“So…are all my presents gonna be dick themed?” You laugh, as you pull a silicone dildo from the box.

“Just the really good ones” Dieter smirks back, still watching you like a hawk as if waiting for you to realise something.

You examine the thing for a moment, taking in the features of the realistic looking thing before the other shoe drops.

“Oh. Oh my god. This is…”

It’s a near perfect silicone copy of his cock. Shape and ridges and that slight curve, girth and length. It’s practically exact.

“Mine” Dieter nods with a proud look as you hold the thing in your palms and look between it and the real one.

“Not one of those cheap kits either. Got a buddy who runs this sex toy business, real high end quality shit” He continues enthusiastically as you continue to stare at the toy. It feels good in your hands. It’d definitely feel good inside you and he knows you know it with the way he’s watching you.

Fuck, he’s got you horny again.

“So you got your friend to make a dildo of your own dick, just for me?” You ask softly. 

“Yeah” He answers, rubbing his neck in sudden uncertainty as if he’s just realised you might not like it. “You know…since I’m away a lot with the filming schedule so tight. It’s-”

It’s really kind of oddly sweet. His way of taking care of your needs in those times he can’t be there. You do like his cock a lot, after all.

“I love it” You smile, practically jumping in to his lap to kiss him.

Dieter’s joy returns tenfold as he kisses you back passionately and excitedly. It’s a gesture of love, in his own way, and that you see it that way too just cements how meant for each other you are.

“Merry Christmas, cookie” He mumbles against your lips, pulling back to continue “You wanna try it out?” with a wiggle of his brows.

“Fuck yes I do” You respond immediately and with enthusiasm.

“Good” He reaches into a bag to grab something. 

Ah, a bottle of lube. Christmas cookie flavour, of course.

“Because I’ve got an idea or two”

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You Make Everyday Feel Like It's Christmas (Joe X Reader)

You Make Everyday Feel Like It’s Christmas

Summary: It’s your second Christmas with Joe. Christmas has a new meaning for you this year. But you’ve always loved this time of year. But this time, you want to bring a little holiday cheer to your fiancé. Joe doesn’t “hate” Christmas but he’s not quite feeling up to it this year. Can you manage to get him in the Christmas spirit? Or will he be a scrooge?

Prompts: Shopping, “I cannot believe you’re making me go shopping on Christmas Eve.”// “Don’t be a Scrooge.”// “I’m freezing, come warm me up.”// baking

Rating: 18+ (for the fact at the end, it alludes to premarital sex) 

Also, special thanks to @josephs-quinns for making my header and making my visions come to life. Love you ❤️❤️❤️

You were never one to put off Christmas shopping. Matter of fact, you thought people were crazy for waiting until the very last day to finish their Christmas shopping. The thought alone made your stomach twist with anxiety, making it feel like it was bubbling up into your throat. How could people be so calm when they were working against the clock to make last minute Christmas magic happen? You had never understood it—until now.

“I can’t believe you’re making me go shopping on Christmas Eve.”, Joe groaned as he slid on his peacoat, fixing his scarf just perfect around his neckline. 

The weather in London was absolutely frigid in comparison to what you were used to in the United States. Moving to London to be with your fiancé was something that you never imagined would be on your bingo card. But, here you were. You had been together for almost two years now and you knew that being engaged in under two years sounded a little bizarre, but Joe had claimed he knew from the beginning that you were the one for him.

You knew how it sounded. It sounded very cliché looking back, but you loved him and you were happy with him. This was only the second Christmas you both were spending with each other. Tomorrow’s plans were clear. You were spending half Christmas Day with his mom and his stepdad and the other with his dad and his stepmom. Joe never really had talked a lot about his parents divorce and how his childhood was. 

Fortunately, you couldn’t relate. Your mom and dad had been happily married for thirty years. The plan was to fly in and see them the week after Christmas with Joe in tow. At first, you weren’t sure how your parents would take you moving to another country to be with your fiancé. However they both were supportive of your relationship.

They had always been supportive of you and your decisions throughout life, making comments that they had raised a smart daughter, you had your head on your shoulders, etc. All the ones most parents said about their responsible children. It made your feel good, made you feel like you had completed your due diligence of being their child. 

You rolled your eyes playfully at Joe before laughing lightly. “Come on, babe. Don’t be a Scrooge.”

Joe sighed lightly. “I’m not being a Scrooge. Just wondering why we waited until the absolute last minute to buy my mum and dad’s presents along our mate’s.”, he tried to feign a fake smile and chuckle. 

Something with his energy seemed off, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. 

“They were your friends first. And you can’t show up to your parent’s houses empty handed.”

Joe held your peacoat, helping you slip into it. One thing about him was certain. He was a gentleman. 

“It’s going to be so busy.”, he groaned lightly. 

He wasn’t doing such a great job at hiding his disdain for the holiday activity you both were about to take part in. 

“Why don’t we just try and make the best of it? You know I hate waiting until last minute to do anything especially Christmas shopping. My anxiety is through the roof.”, you admitted as he grabbed the door knob, opening the door to your all’s house that you shared.

Immediately, you both felt the nip of the winter wind causing you both to grimace. You pulled your peacoat tighter, beginning to button it quick and in a hurry. It was something you had learned to do in the past year of living here.

“I’m going to try.”, he looked at you. “I started the car so it’d be warm for us.”

“Thanks.”, you smiled softly as he let you out the door first, carefully locking it behind you both.

He rushed down the steps in order to make it to the car before you did. A smile came across your face as you remembered why. Him being the gentleman his parents had raised him to be, there was no way you were opening your own car door. He never gave the opportunity for that to happen and he wouldn’t either. It was something that was important to him, just one of the many he ways he showed you he cared. 

You looked up at him, feeling the cold air nip at your nose. He finally gave you a soft smile as he opened the car door, making sure you got in safely, and closed the door once he mad sure your appendages had made it safely into the car. You watched him through the defrosted windshield coming over to the other side, wasting no time in getting before shutting the door. He rubbed his hands together easily, shivering lightly. 

Joe wasn’t usually affected by the cold. He was used to it, being raised in London and all. Winters were harsher there. He had told you that before you moved to be with him. He was brutally honest about everything before allowing you to move to be with him. But you respected that. 

“Cold?”, you asked lightly.

“I’m freezing.”, he admitted with a soft chuckle as he leaned over, giving you the perfect position to kiss him in. “Warm me up.”

He flashed his puppy dog brown eyes at you playfully, the ones he used when he was being a little cheeky. You’d never admit it with words, but he already knew that he could win you over with that look. 

“When we get home.”, you smirked back at him before leaning down and giving him a kiss. 

“Fine.”, he feigned being hurt. 

You smirked over at him as you linked your phone to his car. One way or another, you were determined to get him in the Christmas spirit no matter what it took. Scrolling through your phone, you decided on a song finally to kick off the car ride. The beginning notes of “Like It’s Christmas” by the Jonas Brothers came on, causing you to begin giggling to yourself. Joe shot you a look immediately, a coy smirk working its way across his lips.

“Really?”, he asked through a small laugh.

“Come on, babe. It’s one of my favorites.”

“I’m aware, love. Just didn’t know we had to endure the boy bands along with the other chaos surrounding today.”

Your eyes panned down to your lap, trying to ignore the pang in your chest. He didn’t mean it like that, did he? Shaking your head lightly, you continued to try and convince yourself that he didn’t mean it like that. The happy, bright Christmas music continued to play in the background but now you weren’t really in the mood to sing now. Joe’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as you all continued to the mall. You were beginning to wonder if this was the best idea. But you were determined to put him in the Christmas spirit. That was your ultimate goal. 

“I’m kidding.”, he choked out.

But you didn’t really feel like he was joking.

After a little convincing, he finally got you singing even if he wasn’t doing much of it himself. 

As Joe searched for parking, you could begin to tell his patience was beginning to wear thin. He swore a little, a few obscenities coming out of his mouth at how crowded and congested it was. Once he noticed you had heard him or was watching him, he abruptly cut them short. He was trying his best for you whether you knew it or not. He was struggling to be in the spirit this year but how could he tell you? The answer was simple. He wouldn’t. 

It had taken a week or two after Thanksgiving for him to finally get his ass in gear and help you put the tree up. He remembered you saying back home, you usually put the tree up after Thanksgiving. Like literally the night of or the next day. He could remember laughing, thinking you were a little obsessed with Christmas but he found it cute, if he was being honest. It’s part of what made you—well, you. He didn’t understand what was really going on with him this year. 

But he didn’t have much time to think about that as he shifted the car, placing it in park and eyes panning over to you. 

“Ready, love?”, he asked with a sigh. 

“Yes.”

"Here goes nothing.”, he smirked easily. 

Westfield was always busy. But it was especially busy at Christmas time. Today, was no exception. Maybe it was even worse. Joe was going to go with worse. 

“So where are we going first?”, he asked, grabbing your hand lightly. 

“Uh—what about we hit up Burberry? Weren’t you wanting to get your dad a new scarf?”

Joe shrugged. “I guess.”

“You guess?”, you repeated back. “Joe, I need you to help me here. You know your family and friends better than I know them. I get we’ve been together almost two years but you know more of what they like.”

“Sure, we can get dad a new Burberry scarf Sounds good, love.”

Entering the mall, Joe could feel his blood pressure rising. It was so crowded—especially to be Christmas Eve. Hadn’t people finished already? They should have, you all included. Joe began to tug at his scarf lightly, feeling as though it was choking him. He needed to breathe. 

“Can you at least give me some input? Gifts are special. I love gift giving. It’s my love language.”

Joe also loved to give—taking his friends out to eat or cooking a meal, buying you things here and there just to show you he loved you and cared so you were confused as to why he was being indifferent now. 

“I know, love.”

You sighed lightly as you felt like you had to practically drag him into Burberry. The employee greeted you both, asking if you were looking for anything specific. You explained you’d like to find a scarf for your future father in law.  She led you to the patterned scarves, leaving you both to make the decision on which would fit Joe’s dad the best. 

“What about this one?”, you turned back to show him the archived beige cashmere scarf. 

“Yeah, looks good.”

Joe barely flicked his eyes up from his cell phone. 

“Joe.”

Joe’s eyes pulled up from his cell phone once again.. “I said it looks good, love. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

You huffed lightly in frustration before closing your eyes and trying to remind yourself what today was about. Yes, Joe was being totally intolerable right now but you were still very much in the Christmas spirit and you were not about to let him ruin that for you. You would convert him before it was all said and done. 

Picking up the scarf, your voice came out sharper than you had intended. “Okay, let’s checkout.”

What was so important on his phone that it couldn’t wait? This behavior was very unusual for him. He never let anything distract him around you—not his phone, not anything. He followed you to the counter, wasting no time in handing you his wallet to pay for everything. Sighing, you forked over his debit card and watched as the cashier swiped it and handed it back to you, allowing you to place it back in his wallet. She asked if this was a gift (it was a different associate than earlier) to which you answered yes. 

Proceeding, she asked if you all wanted it gift wrapped. Once again, you found yourself being the only one to answer her question. It was as if she could sense some tension between you both. 

“Finishing up last minute Christmas shopping?”, she tried to make casual conversation.

“Yeah, we’re usually never this late.”, you fake laughed. 

She sensed it. “It happens to the best of us.”

“It does.”, you agreed, almost gritting your teeth and hoping Joe could hear the annoyance laced in your voice. 

“Here you are. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thank you for shopping with us today.”

A fake smile spread across your lips. “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you as well.”

Once again, Joe was not interacting with you, this only causing for your blood to boil further.  However, he finally put his cell phone away for a few minutes. You were glad—because you were afraid you would have said something you may have regretted. You didn’t want to fight with him today. Sure, every couple has their disagreements but which ones argue near Christmas time? You didn’t want you all to be the one. After taking a small break to run to the restroom and talk some sense into yourself and attempt to give him the benefit of the doubt, you felt a little more positive. 

“So what all do we need?”

“What do you mean, love?”

“What all are you planning on getting everyone? All we have so far is a Burberry sweater for your dad.”

“Uh, let’s see.”, Joe began. “I guess we can get Wes some top shelf booze.”

“Okay. That leaves Ollo and your mom.”

“I’m not sure what to get Ollo.”, Joe admitted. 

“Doesn’t he like photography?”

Every answer that you were getting from Joe was like pulling teeth. It didn’t—and shouldn’t be this hard to pick up gifts for your loved ones. You spent a lot of time throughout the year thinking of the perfect gifts to give everyone in your life. You didn’t understand what was holding him up. Finally, you decided to help him. 

“What about a new sleek leather camera bag?”

“Yeah, that’s good.”

Good. That was the best adjective he could come up with to describe what you considered to be a very thoughtful gift for his friend. The rest of the day felt almost like agony. You all had spent more time than you had intended at the mall, totaling five hours in what could have only taken a couple of hours. It was five-thirty, almost six. The mall was closing at six. Joe carried most of the bags. It seemed like it was totally against his will which only dampened your mood further. 

You all had gotten Ollo his leather camera bag, Wes his top shelf booze, and his mom a Gucci scarf and gloves. 

“Ready to go, love? They’re closing in thirty minutes. And I don’t know about you but I’m so ready to get out of here and head home.”

“Yeah.”, came your short response. 

You were at the end of your fuse. Walking towards the exit, Joe attempted to grab your hand with his free one. Loosely, you allowed him to intertwine his with yours, hoping he would get the hint. But it didn’t seem that he had yet. The winter wind nipped at your nose as you all walked outside to the car. Joe let go of your hand to unlock the car door. And before he could even attempt to come to your side and open the door for you, you beat him to the punch.

Frustrated and hurt didn’t even begin to describe your emotions right now. Joe looked confused as you slammed the door shut lightly, grabbing your seatbelt and fastening it. You watched in the mirror as he shook it off and loaded all the bags inside the car before getting in himself and starting the car. Your phone automatically linked back up, Christmas songs beginning to play in a loop. You were no longer in the mood to be joyous and in the spirit. 

“Love?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay? You seem—off.”

Joe tried to start the conversation lightly, easing into it. 

“I’m fine.”, you insisted, crossing your arms.

Your body language definitely indicated otherwise. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”, you snapped, almost instantly regretting it but it was enough for him to stop prodding. 

The rest of the car ride home was in silence other than the radio playing upbeat Christmas songs. Ones you would usually sing along to, but not today. Not now. Ten minutes away from home, you cut the radio off  and let the rest of the ride be in complete silence. Joe knew he had fucked up and in a big way. The sun had set by the time you all pulled into your driveway. The outside light illuminated the driveway as he placed the car in park, shutting it off. 

You wasted no time in unbuckling and grabbing your fair share of presents to carry inside.

“Do you have the house keys?”, you asked dryly. 

“Yeah, here.”, Joe handed them to you and he could have sworn you almost ripped them out of his hands. 

He watched as you marched up to the door, unlocking it, and disappeared inside. It took him a few minutes to catch up, but when he entered the house he noticed you had set everything down on the couch and had disappeared into the bedroom. The door was closed. His brown eyes panned to the Christmas tree, the one you always plugged in as soon as you all arrived home from whatever errands you had to run. It sat in darkness. His heart sank knowing something was wrong with you. 

He sat the armful of presents on the couch beside your pile before he hurriedly kicked his shoes off, racing to your all’s shared bedroom. He turned the doorknob but it didn’t open. 

“Baby?”

No answer. You had never given him the silent treatment before. Sighing, he tried the door again but to no avail. It was obvious you didn’t want to be bothered. What had he done that was so wrong? He needed to figure it out and fast. Walking back over to the couch, he sat done on the section that was clear of the pile of presents. What could he do to fix whatever he had broken? The house was silent. The silence only feeding into his dilemma. 

He didn’t have much time to wallow in his woes before his phone dinged. Wasting no time, he picked it up and looked at the name. Wes. 

-Hey. What time are we doing dinner Tuesday?

Joe typed back quickly. 

-We were thinking around six. Does that work?

A swoosh indicated his message had sent. 

It was just a few seconds before his phone dinged again. 

-Sounds good. Finish up your last minute Christmas shopping with Y/N?

He sighed before typing back.

-Yeah, we did. But I feel like she’s mad at me.

-How come?

Joe sighed, beginning to text with a recount of the day. He started from the very beginning and worked his way through your all’s entire day. Joe’s heart sank into his stomach, realizing where and how he had probably went wrong once he saw the entire day in a tangible, typed messaged. From the beginning, he hadn’t seemed very thrilled that you all were going last minute Christmas shopping. Then, he wasn’t exactly thrilled with your music choices. 

-I know Christmas is usually hard for you and it’s not exactly your favorite. Especially since your parents divorced. But it sounds like she was really trying to include you and make you happy this Christmas. It’s your first as an engaged couple.  She may feel like you could care less and she’s hurt by that. 

-How do I fix it?

Joe felt stupid even sending that question to Wes. But he needed an idea where to start. 

-Give in and get in the Christmas spirit. 

Wesley made it sound so easy. But before Wesley could even respond, Joe had an idea brewing in his head. He had been really shitty in the fiancé department today, especially when you tried to include him in the sing-alongs in the car, picking out his friends and family’s Christmas presents (which you helped put a lot of thought in, proving you cared about them just as much as he did), and just making the best of  the day together with someone you loved. 

Rising from the couch, he went over and plugged the tree in. It instantly lit up the small corner of the living room, making it feel more cozy and comfy. He admired it for a moment, the glare of the lights on the tree reflecting on the various pictures of you both hanging on the wall. In all the pictures, you both looked so happy and in love. Step one was complete. 

Joe’s phone dinged again, reminding him that he hadn’t viewed the message from Wes. But he didn’t think he needed to. He knew what he needed to do. Making his way into the kitchen, he flipped on the lights and pulled a few ingredients from the fridge before slipping your very merry apron on. You had a special one just for the holidays to make things a little more festive. He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. It made him smile. You did the cutest things. 

His mom always made the best gingerbread cookies at Christmas time. And he was about to attempt to recreate that recipe. They probably wouldn’t be as good as hers, but it was worth a try, right? He had made them with her most of the time, especially when he was a little boy. It was time to keep the tradition alive. What else could be better to set the mood than putting on a little Christmas music? 

He turned on the playlist you had made, specifically for the holidays. You had shared it with him on Spotify. The festive music began filling the house as he mixed the ingredients in a bowl, landing the flour everywhere but where it needed to go. The kitchen almost looked slightly hazy, causing him to laugh lightly. He had to admit this was kinda fun, making him feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. All he needed was you to make this feel complete.

Another idea popped into his brain, one he could maybe use to coerce you out of the bedroom. You loved hot chocolate. Swiss Miss was your favorite with the tiny little marshmallows but you always added some more to give it the perfect amount. Digging in the cabinets, he found a packet. He followed the instructions and heated up a cup of hot water before mixing the packet of hot chocolate mix into it. He managed to find your stash of mini marshmallows and poured a few into the cup, making it look like something out of Hallmark movie. 

He had paused his baking because he needed you to help him finish them. It didn’t feel right to continue on without you. Grabbing your cup of hot chocolate, he closed his eyes and attempted to talk himself up before reaching the bedroom door. He knocked gently. 

“Love. Can you open up?”

A few seconds went by and he wondered if you were going to let him in or continue to shut him out. His hope was fading, a sigh escaping him as he almost turned to go. But you opened the door, sniffling lightly. 

“Joe?”

“Yes, love?”, he spun around carefully, keeping the hot chocolate from spilling. 

“Did you make me—hot chocolate?”

“I did.”

“You added the marshmallows just like I like them.”

He laughed nervously. “Of course I did. I know how much you love them.”

You smiled lightly, your sniffles fading. He could tell you had been crying and that made him feel even worse. It was like a dagger through his heart. He hated seeing you sad and didn’t even want to think about you crying. 

“Look, I’m sorry I’ve been a jerk today. I wasn’t the best fiancé. And for that, I’m sorry. Christmas has just always been a difficult time for me.”, he looked down nervously at his feet before looking back up at you. 

Your face was sympathetic. “Joe.”

“And I realize you were just trying to make me feel better and include me in the holiday festivities. I’m very sorry I was such an ass today.”

“Joe.”

“I love you baby and I just—”

“Joe.”, you spoke louder, trying to gain his attention, finally succeeding even if you had to interrupt his sentence. “Are you making something gingerbread or are you burning one of my candles?”

“I’m attempting to bake using my mother’s recipe for gingerbread man cookies. It only seems fitting you help me—if you want to.” 

“Of course, I do.”, you came closer and leaned in, placing a kiss on his cheek. “And can I have my hot chocolate before it becomes cold chocolate?”, you teased.

“Yeah.”, he laughed nervously before handing it to you, you following behind him.

You noticed he had plugged the tree up, giving light to the living room. It was one of your favorite things at Christmas time. Seeing the tree light up the room in almost complete darkness. 

“You plugged the tree in?”, you asked, taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

It felt like a warm hug. 

“I did.”, he smiled back at you, the sparkle finally in his brown eyes. 

“And you’re playing my Christmas playlist.”

A smirk was creeping across your face. 

“I am.”, he smiled back at you. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you followed him into the kitchen, noticing all the ingredients and gingerbread cookie cutters on the counter hidden in a pile of flour. He was really trying and that meant more to you than anything.

“Christmas has just been hard for me since my parents divorced. I’m sorry—it’s not fair to you. I just remember the holidays being difficult because I had to split time between both sides of my family and between both parents. They love me and I’m thankful for that—I even feel selfish for feeling this way but it was hard when all my friends got to celebrate with their perfect families.”, Joe began rolling the dough out. 

“I’m sorry that it’s been difficult for you, babe. But we have each other now. We’re family—we can start our own traditions. We can see your parents but maybe set some traditions up just for us?”

Joe looked over at you. “I’d love that.”

“Yeah? Me too.”

“Maybe soon we can make these with our kids.”

You giggled. “I’d love that. So much.”

You both leaned in and shared a soft, tender kiss. As you both pulled away to admire each other, your favorite modern Christmas song came on. The one from earlier, the Jonas Brother’s “Like It’s Christmas”. Joe couldn’t help but begin to smirk as you both pulled away. 

The snow on the ground, love in the air

The sleigh bells are ringing

This is what it’s all about

The fire is warm, the angles are singing

Joe watched you intently, smiling from ear to ear as he watched you begin singing the lyrics. It was a matter before he joined in on the second part. 

And I don’t want to miss a single thing

Don’t wanna put end to all this cheer

But as long as you’re with me, it’s always the time of the year 

You both sang the chorus, looking deeply into each other’s eyes as you continued to work on cutting out gingerbread men. 

You make every day feel like it’s Christmas

Never wanna stop

Feeling’ like the first thing on your wishlist

Right up at the top

I can’t deny what I’m feeling inside

Nothin’ fake about the way you bring me to life

You make every day feel like it’s Christmas

Ever day that I’m with you

“You do know the lyrics.”, you teased him, taking another sip of your hot chocolate while raising your eyebrows. 

“Only because it’s true.”

“What’s true?”

“You make everyday feel like it’s Christmas. Like you’re the best present I’ve ever received and you make me the happiest man in the entire world and I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you.”, you sighed dreamily. 

“I love you too.”

“Wanna start on that new tradition?”

“And what’s that?”, Joe teased.

“Well, if you’re serious about making these cookies with our own babies in a few years.”

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

“By the way, the holiday apron—very sexy.”, you smirked, sitting your hot chocolate down.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

This is a really sweet idea. I'm going to put my list below a cut, because it will be long.

@em-writes-stuff-sometimes - honestly, Em's fan fiction is better than actual published books I've read. You should be doing this professionally, bub, not publishing it for free for us morons on Tumblr. I'm forever amazed that someone with your brain wants to pal around with an idiot like me.

@valeskafics - your tenacity and the sheer volume with which you are able to write will never cease to amaze me. You're a powerhouse, Babybel. You don't have a masterlist, you have a fucking library, it's incredible.

@barbiedragon - your modern Daemon has me in a chokehold. You're also one of the few writers flying the flag for Vizzy 3 and I gobble up everything you write for him like I'm a shark and you've put chum in the water. Can't wait for Kinktober to see what you create!

The rest of this list is just ordered by date of when I followed the person, and expresses no particular favourtism:

@flowerpotmage - not quite so active in fandom anymore, but they're one of the few writers giving gender neutral readers some much needed representation, and their Aemond and Daemon fics are amazing.

@paintb0x - an amazing artist - some of the best I have seen for Ewan and his characters.

@sapphire-writes - I love Jo's modern AUs and her ability to put my heart through the wringer!

@timetravelingpenguin1066 - Eli is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. An incredible gif maker and a great fic writer.

@aemondx - Sili's gifs are wonderful and the kindness she dedicates to this fandom by making icons and headers for people is admirable.

@alicentive - Killy's gifs are insane and I love that she writes for the characters that don't get as much attention from fandom.

@marthawrites - Midnight Passages, you will always be famous.

@exitpursuedbyavulcan - Studious, my beloved. UPDATE WHEN? (sorry)

@targaryenrealnessdarling - I would die for Liz. She's not just an insanely talented writer, but an all round amazing person too, she makes this fandom a much nicer place to be.

@st-eve-barnes - Eve is out here giving the Aegon girlies the content they desperately need. I love her Aemond fics too!

@bottlesandbarricades - one of the funniest fuckers I've ever had the pleasure of speaking too. Only has one fic, but it's a banger, and her edits are unmatched. I will never get over space buns Aemond.

@toms-cherry-trees - more content for Peaky Blinders than HotD, but the Aemond fic is gold.

@just-some-random-blogger - a Daemon girlie, we love to see it! If entertaining reblogs were an Olympic sport then Hani is taking home the gold. Her fics are bonkers, and I love them.

@humanpurposes - Gee's writing is top notch, some of the best Aemond fics I've ever read.

@assortedseaglass - Hilde is one of my favourite writers. Ever. She could write instructions on how to put together IKEA furniture and I'd eat it up, she's that good.

@oneeyedvisenya - another of my favourite Aemond writers. Education is one of my top five fics of all time. So well written.

@lya-dustin - the speed with which Juli produces chapters is mindblowing. All Is Bliss is a great series.

I can only tag 20 accounts at a time, so I shall continue this in a reblog. I wasn't lying in previous ask, when I said my appreciation post would be phonebook sized.

[little-diable]

Never let me down again - Dean Winchester (smut)

Inspired by the song "Never let me down again" (Jessica Mazin's version) and by The Last of Us. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Something is happening, chaos is breaking out and while (y/n) waits for Dean and Sammy to return, she slowly realises that the brothers won't come back for her. But perhaps she will eventually cross paths with them again

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, TLOU apocalypse (but no TLOU story line), some angst, friends to lovers

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

I′m taking a ride with my best friend, I hope, he never lets me down again

“Look at me, don’t look away, look at me.” Dean had his hand tightly gripping her chin, green eyes staring right into hers. While hers reflected the fear she felt, Dean didn’t allow himself to give in, to make her feel what he was feeling – which was a shitton at the moment. The world was ending, not in the way Dean, Sammy, and (y/n) had always thought it would, no, this was worse, so much worse. “I’ll be back in an hour maximum, with Sammy, and then we’ll leave together. You’ll wait here, you won’t leave, not until you hear me or Sammy, are we clear?”

“You can’t leave me, Dean, fuck, please.” Tears dripped down her chin, sitting on the ground of their dark motel room, eyes threatening to flicker to the TV Dean had silenced minutes ago. Screams echoed through the night, followed by the sound of cars honking, a chaos (y/n) felt herself overwhelmed with. 

“I won’t be able to concentrate on finding Sammy if I have to worry about you. Promise me, sweetheart, please.” Her tears kept falling, one by one, projecting the hurt she felt, the fear thumping through her veins, and the sadness overcoming her like a tsunami wave. Dean pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, rising from the ground to reach for his gun. And with one last glance thrown (y/n)’s way, he left the motel room. 

She crawled along the ground with shaking limbs, locking the door before she pushed the chair in front of it. Whatever was going on outside there was worse than any monster the three hunters have crossed paths with, any supernatural creature they’ve fought so far. Whatever was now turning the world upside down was something she hadn’t ever fought against, and neither have the WInchesters. 

(Y/n) had never felt as much fear thumping through her veins as she felt in this very moment, whimpering whenever another crash could be heard, whenever another scream echoed through the night or when she felt the ground shake. Every now and then the sound of a gun going off rang in her ears, a sound she had once been all too used to but was now shaken by. 

Fuck, she could only hope that Dean and Sammy would find her soon, to leave this state behind, hiding away in a remote area till this all died down. For the past hours, perhaps even days, the chaos had been building up, and now she was stuck, in a fucking motel room in a city she had never been in before. Her heart was beating fast, roaring in her chest to call out to Dean’s, the best friend she was longing for, needing to feel him close.

Dean Winchester had been her saving grace, the one she could rely on, the one that would always save her life, whenever she needed him to. But the sinking feeling inside her chest seemed to tell her that this time he wouldn’t be able to save her life, no, not this time. 

(Y/n) watched the minutes tick by, slowly turning into an hour, and then another. The night was dark, and yet it felt like the sun would never rise again, one with the darkness lingering outside her door. Shaky fingers dialed Dean’s phone number over and over again, followed by Sam’s, the only numbers she knew by heart. But neither of them picked up her calls, leaving her behind in the cold motel room. 

(Y/n) waited till morning to pack her bags. No longer was she crying salty tears of sadness, no, she was filled with anger, anger directed at the world outside. And even though she knew that Dean wouldn’t ever leave her behind, she couldn’t tell what she was feeling – fear, perhaps even disappointment? The realisation that Dean and Sammy wouldn’t return had hit her like a train, forcing her to heave for air as her lungs grew tighter.

And with a shaky breath exhaled, she shouldered her bag, leaving the room with her eyes set on the chaos that was awaiting her. 

---

We're flying high, we're watching the world pass us by

The forest was quiet, allowing (y/n) to relax for a few moments. She had been wandering through this area for the past few days, not used to a quietness like this. (Y/n) could barely remember the day she had left that motel all those years ago, fighting her way through the chaos, getting used to the bone chilling, clicking sounds. 

She had met a few people along the way, people she stuck with for a while, before parting from them again. If there was one thing her past life as a hunter has taught her, it was to never trust people, no matter how long you may know them. A rule she stuck to, no matter how dear the people around her were to her. 

Every now and then (y/n)'s thoughts would wander back to Dean and Sam, she could only hope that the two brothers had somehow made it out, even though she couldn’t understand why they hadn't made their way back to her that night. For a long time she had been torn between anger and sadness, emotions she had eventually buried within herself, not wanting to use her energy on missing those she had once loved. 

Every now and then (y/n) picked up on the sound of a few nearby birds, guiding her through the forest. She didn’t know where she was, at least not her exact location, since the torn map she carried around was too faded out for her to make out the town names she could use to locate her surroundings. But since she was wandering around without a specific place in mind, she didn’t really care much about where she was going. 

Her eyes felt heavy, just like her limbs, still not used to wandering around for hours on end, while staying on high alert. With a yawn roaring through her, (y/n) haltered in her step, eyes taking in her surroundings as she was weighing her options. The street was close to where she was standing, she could make it out through the big trees surrounding her, and yet she doubted that anybody would actually drive or wander past her. 

With a sigh (y/n) dropped to the ground, thumping through her rucksack to find something to stuff down her throat, needing to fuel her body for her upcoming hike. The food barely had any taste to it, resting heavily on her tongue, and yet she paid no mind to it, trying to imagine how something had tasted all those years ago, when her life had been circling around supernatural creatures and beings she no longer could care for. 

Her eyes fluttered close, body pressed against a tree trunk to find some rest. (Y/n) counted her breaths, deeply inhaling to try and relax. She struggled to stop her thoughts from racing, from overthinking her next steps and the questions arising whenever she had a few calm moments. Perhaps she’d try to find some new people for a while, joining those that were trying to survive, one with the rough nature and the colder days that were now coming upon her. 

Just as (y/n) found herself dozing off, finally letting loose, the sound of a car echoed through the air. Her eyes shot open, head whipping towards the street. Without thinking twice she rose to her feet, rushing towards the street to hopefully find some people that may take her to the nearest community. Whenever she did something like this she could hear Dean’s voice in her ears, warning her of strangers, people she didn’t know anything about. But those warnings were long forgotten, left behind like the friendship she and Dean had once fostered. 

She froze in her step, wide eyes focused on the nearing black car. It was an Impala, unmistakingly the same car she had once known like the back of her hand. Perhaps it was a trick of her tired brain, making her fall for lies, simple hallucinations, and yet the car kept moving closer, slowing down eventually. (Y/n)’s eyes could make out a pair of green ones, eyes she’d see in her dreams when she got fortunate enough to dream of Dean and the life they could have lived together. 

For a second neither (y/n) nor the two men inside the car dared to move, wide eyes focused on one another’s frame, though the second she took another step towards them, they ripped their car doors open, stepping out into the cold. Both had clearly aged, just like she had, and yet they somehow still looked the same to her. 

“(Y/n)? Sweetheart?” God, that voice. A trembling sob rumbled through her, eyes glassy, vision blurred as she fell into Dean’s arms. She clung to the man she had once called her best friend, deeply inhaling his comforting scent. Violent sobs wrecked through (y/n), unable to understand that the two men she hadn’t seen in years were now standing this close. “I thought you were dead, fuck, you weren’t at the motel.” 

Dean’s words were muffled, spoken against her forehead, but (y/n) picked up on them just fine, freezing in his grasp, “I left in the morning, I didn’t think you’d come back.” 

“But I promised, I wouldn’t ever leave you behind just like that.” 

---

Promises me, I′m as safe as houses; As long as I remember who's wearing the trousers

The sun was about to rise upon the horizon as Sam ripped open the doors of the Impala, stretching his limbs before he opened his bag to change his clothes. It had been hours since the three had found each other, hours they’ve used to catch up, to share stories and memories of a past life. Eventually Dean had parked the Impala on the side of the road, pulling (y/n) against him to find some rest on the backseat. And somehow it strangely felt like nothing had changed, as if the three had fallen back into the routine without thinking back to all those years apart.

“I can’t believe he is still going for runs.” (Y/n) murmured against Dean’s neck, his laughter rumbled through him, ringing in her ears like a song she had almost forgotten about. Dean tightened his grip on her waist as his free hand found her face, cupping her cheek to get a better look at her tired features. 

“I missed you, there wasn’t a day where I didn’t think of you.” His words were whispered, confessed as if they were hiding away in holy halls. It took her a moment to reply, torn between the racing of her heart and the tiredness that still clung to her limbs. She felt his warm breath fanning her lips, calling her closer like a siren’s song, ready to drown in the arising waves of lust. 

“‘Missed you too, I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you again.” Dean’s gaze flickered to her lips, overthinking for a moment or two before he closed the gap between them. And for a moment the world stopped spinning, just a small second, a disturbance in the universe one wouldn’t pick up on if they weren’t living through the moment with the two of them. (Y/n) kissed back with enough strength to draw a groan from Dean’s plush lips, needing to feel her as close as humanly possible. 

Dean sat up, without interrupting the kiss, grinding her core against his crotch, allowing her to feel his hardening cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans. Both didn’t have much time, and yet they didn’t think about stopping themselves from giving into the pull they felt, needing to touch one another like they should have done all those years ago. 

Big hands disappeared beneath her shirt, moving up her sides to find the fabric of her worn out bra, cupping her breasts. (Y/n)’s moans filled the car, echoing through the Impala like a song being played on the radio, past moments she now longed for. She ground her hips against his, desperate for more friction, needing to feel more of Dean and the body she had always longed for. 

“Fuck, we need to hurry, can’t have Sammy seeing you like this.” Dean murmured the words, hands letting go of her only to work on the buttons of her trousers, helping her out of them before he freed his cock. (Y/n) watched him pump his cock a few times, gaze flickering between his hand and his features, praying that she’d be able to ingrain this moment into her thoughts till she’d take her last breath. “I got you, do you trust me?”

A moan rumbled through her as she nodded her head, hovering over his cock with trembling limbs. With Dean’s hand placed on her side, she sunk down on his cock, groaning as he filled her, perfectly stretching her walls. Both stilled for a moment, needing to relish in this very moment, the unfamiliar feeling, something their old selves had been dreaming of. 

It felt like a fever dream, and yet (y/n) hoped that she’d never wake from this, forever stuck in the backseat of Baby with Dean oh so close. He helped her move, supporting her with his hands on her hips. Both moaned for one another, wordlessly communicating the emotions flushing through their veins. She felt him twitch inside of her, making her walls squeeze with every rushed movement, knowing that there was no time left to waste. 

Curses spluttered from Dean’s lips, lips (y/n) chased with her own, kissing him breathless. His hand found her middle, thumb circling her clit to push her further to the edge. It had been years since they had slept with somebody, and yet both Dean and (y/n) could swear that it had never been like this, a match made years ago. 

(Y/n) came with a cry of Dean’s name, head thrown back, hands tightening their grip on his shirt. He jerked his hips, thrusting into her a few more times before he hurriedly pushed her away, releasing himself on her lower stomach. Both were heavily panting, not able to hide the smiles tugging on their lips, searching one another’s closeness in fear that the moment may break all too soon.

Dean helped her clean up before they redressed, pulling her back into his chest for a few moments of silence, eyes tightly pressed shut to relive the past moments all over again. (Y/n) could hear his heart racing in his chest, pounding against his ribcage, perfectly in tune with hers. 

“I don’t know how I’ve managed to survive these last years without you, but I know that I don’t ever want to do it again.” His murmurs left her smiling, face buried in the crook of his neck to hide her expressions from him. It took her a few moments to reply, slowly lifting her head to get a better look at Dean. 

“You’re not getting rid of me, Dean Winchester, not even in a world like this one.” 

See the stars they′re shining bright, everything's alright tonight

[hederasgarden]

Top Gun Masterlist

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Flirting For Dummies  (Finished Series | Mature l 8.3K)

Turns out the crush you have on one of the pilots that frequents the Hard Deck isn’t quite so unrequited. You’re just bad at recognizing when someone’s flirting with you. Good thing Jake’s happy to help you understand how interested he really is.

Intoxicated (Explicit | 3.3K)

A drunken confession to your best friend leads to more than you expected.

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes (Explicit | 950)

You give Hangman a special memory in the Top Gun rec room on the eve of his graduation.

If You Can’t Take the Heat (Explicit | 935) You mouth off at the Hard Deck and Jake reminds you who’s really in charge.

Lose Control (Explicit | 1K)

You’re determined to make Jake lose control.

Sweet Surrender (Explicit | 2.1K)

Jake’s given and taken orders a hundred times throughout his career but nothing compares to the moment he realizes you liked it. 

Dating Jake Seresin Musings (Mature)

Hangman's Thick Fingers (Explicit)

Orgasm Denial Kink with Jake (Explicit)

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

A Lesson in Patience (Explicit l 1.4K)

Your boyfriend wants to try something new. 

Take a Seat (Explicit | 845)

Rooster invites you to take a seat on his face. 

His Goofy Girl (Gen | 630)

You have an entertaining reaction to the anesthesia used for your wisdom tooth extraction, much to Rooster ‘s amusement and embarrassment.

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Eager to Please (Explicit l 400)

You learn pretty quickly that Bob is eager to please, but he still manages to surprise you with a request. 

Catch a Fallen Star (Mature l 350)

Mermaid!reader x Sailor!Bob. He's the only survivor from the ship that broke apart on the rocky shores of the island last night. Well, there were others, but your sisters took care of them all too eagerly.

Headcanons

The day Bob earns his call sign

A night of absolute devotion and attention with Bob

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace + Robert “Bob” Floyd

All The Right Moves (Gen l 1.8K)

Your day takes a turn for the better when you meet not one but two cute Navy Pilots at the hospital. 

Follow the Leader (Explicit l 883)

You and Bob love it when Phoenix takes charge.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw + Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Friendly Competition (Ongoing Series | Explicit | 2.8K)

Rooster and Hangman’s competition for your attention reaches a new level.

Sometimes All I Need Is You (Gen | 1.6K)

Hangman and Rooster comfort you after a difficult day.  

Night Drive (Explicit | 867)

Your reunion with Rooster gets interrupted by Hangman. 

Headcanons

Living with Rooster and Hangman 

♡Main Masterlist♡

Thank you @callsignhurricane for my beautiful headers!

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

I made a list of pairings, but now I've got titles and summaries for you! Headers will be added as I make them.

12/14: Patience, Zaldrīzītsos Hand holding & dry humping with What is Broken!Aemond x Fiancee/Sister!Reader

At their pre-wedding tourney, Aemond sits in the stands with his sister – his betrothed – and holds her hand to help calm her while they watch the fighting, and continues to do so all through the dinner. He escorts her back to her chambers to kiss her goodnight, but kisses turn into something more…

12/15: After the War Dreams & Dirty Talk with Tom Bennett x Reader

The night before Tom is sent back to his ship, he spends one last night with his best girl and makes plans for what they'll do when the war is over.

12/16: With No One Around In Nature & Deep Throating with Aemond x Wife!Reader

When you and Aemond need to relax, you have a secret spot where you can go and be all alone.

12/17: Okay? Okay. Reassurance & Car Sex with Modern!Aegon x Girlfriend!Reader

You end up needing to run a few errands at the same time Aegon has his weekly therapist's appointment, so you decide to drop him off and pick him up. But when he gets back in the car, he's desperate for affirmation. It seems the topic of his appointment was his parent's marriage

12/18: Enclosed Letters & lingere kink with Tom Bennett x Reader

When he's far away at sea, Tom finds himself infinitely grateful that you found work at a photography studio.

12/19: One Day... Future & Face Sitting with Billy Washington x Reader

After months of recovering from Cranstead, and even more months of job-searching, Billy has finally been hired. And he knows exactly how he wantsto celebrate.

12/20: Presents Wrapped in Black Sharing a Drink & Toys with Daemon x Sugar Baby!Reader

Unfortunately, Daemon was the only one home when his Christmas present arrived, and even worse, there was no wrapping on the package. So, you spend Christmas Eve experimenting with his very extensive new collection of fine spirits and liquors. And since he got his present early, he thinks it's only fair that you do too. Of course, he can never resist spoiling you...

12/21: Dusky Pink Sunset & Orgasm Control with Studious!Aemond x Wife!Reader

Y'all'll get this summary once Studious VI is out... 👀

12/22: Hold Your Breath Swimming & Face Fucking with Tom Bennett x Reader

When Tom takes you to the beach for your first holiday since the war, you quickly begin to suspect he has an ulterior motive. But as long as you can watch his muscle moves as he swims, you can be okay with that.

12/23: The Princess at the Inn Bed Sharing & Accidental Stimulation with Ser Criston Cole x Aegon's Twin!Reader Yes I'm a simp for Cole, fucking sue me

For the first time in years, Ser Criston Cole is not guarding his Queen. Alicent has sent him on a covert mission to retrieve her wayward daughter, who has fled from the prospect of marrying her twin brother. It was supposed to be simple, but he quickly finds that the girl he thought to be so like her elder half-sister is in fact quite different.

12/24: Office Christmas Party A Fancy Party & Praising with Modern!Aemond x Reader

You totally aren't worried about making a fool of yourself at your boyfriend's office Christmas party. Why would you be? It's only hours of socializing with people richer than you, better dressed than you, and probably smarter than you. It's only the first time you would meet Aemond's famous family (who you may or may not have heard telling him how 'beneath him' you are whenever Aemond forgets you're home and has his phone on speaker). What about that could possibly make you nervous?

12/25: I'll Be Home for Christmas Promise & Phone Sex with Osferth x Reader

Your fiance, Osferth, has been gone far too long. The two month trip - to see all the holy sites from the New Testament - was already long enough as it is. But now, a massive blizzard has stranded him at the airport. It's Christmas Eve, and you might very well be spending your favorite holiday alone.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever - Masterlist

Hi everyone, and welcome to the masterlist for my first fanfiction called ''Yours, Forever''!

n this story you can follow Bucky and Y/N through their journey of love, heartbreak, and everything else that comes with the life of living in New York and the Avengers. I try to keep the character of 'Y/N' as non-descript as possible apart from her gender, this way you can let your imagination run wild when it comes to everything else!

I hope you will enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed writing it! If you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them, or if you just want to talk about Marvel or any other topics, I am here to listen as well! 😁

Divider is made by @firefly-graphics | Header & 18+ banner are made by yours truly

Angst = 🥀 | Fluff = 💚 | Smut = 🔥

Yours, Forever | Chapter 1 In this chapter, we will learn about Y/N (at this point she's about 16 years old, starting in the next chapter she will be older due to a time jump) and her dad, and her life in the Netherlands she is going to leave behind. They navigate leaving everything behind and saying goodbye to the life they had built together, and they will start their journey to the other side of the world.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 2 Y/N and her dad are leaving to go to New York, but the flight didn't quite go the way they had hoped. When they finally arrive they go to their new home, and try to get settled. But before they can put their stuff away, a mysterious boy who immediately catches Y/N's eye walks up to their house. What she doesn't know is that this mysterious boy will change her life for the better, and she can't wait to get to know more about him.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 3 Y/N goes to lunch with Tony to discuss his offer, but meets someone she didn't expect to see. When she is invited to the party of the year that Tony is hosting, she gets one of the worst panic attacks she has had in years, but luckily she has Tony, Pepper, her dad and Bucky on her side to make sure she will be allright.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 4 The party was a great success, but Y/N didn't see much of it. After her panic attack, she was too busy with caring for herself, and being cared for by everyone she loved. She realizes she has feelings for Bucky, but will they be mutual? And will she pass the bar exam she has coming up?

Yours, Forever | Chapter 5 🔥 Y/N finds out about the bar exam, and has to share the great news with everyone. She realizes she has to tell Bucky she will be going on a trip to Italy for 3 months with Eve, but she doesn't know he has a surprise planned for her.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 6 Eve and Y/N have spent the last two months in Italy living their best lives, and catching up after not seeing each other much during the last decade. Bucky planned a surprise for Y/N's birthday, and can't wait to see how she will react.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 7 After three months in Italy, Y/N was finally back home in New York, but things don't go according to plan. When Bucky comes back from a particularly bad mission, he is avoiding anything and everyone, until he gets pushed to his breaking point and Y/N has to pay the price for his mistake.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 8 Y/N has a hard time dealing with the attack, and is seeing a therapist. After months and months of hard work, she is finally able to get back into work, and face the Avengers again, showing everyone the progress she has made during het time away.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 9 Y/N gets brought in on a legal case after the Avengers are sued for destroying private property during their last big battle in New York. She has to work closely with everyone on this case, which brings up some old feelings with both Y/N and Bucky.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 10 Y/N has been going back to work and is adjusting after the incident, but she's slowly on her way up. She and Bucky make amends and give their relationship a new start, even though they decide to stay friends for now. This can help them both to work through what happened and come out stronger on the other side.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 11 Going back to work wasn't as much of an adjustment as Y/N thought it would have been at first, but at one point het social anxiety catches up with her and completely catches her off guard. When a seemingly innocent game of Truth Or Dare also goes wrong, her body can't take it anymore and shuts down.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 12 After finding out Y/N is suffering from endometriosis, it his hard for her to go back to her normal life again. She can't help but feel like she picked up some bad karma somewhere along the way, and she stays at home to try and deal with it. When she gets brought on to another case with the Avengers, she agrees and tries to pick up her life where it left off a few months ago.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 13 🔥 The case Tony brought Y/N on to turned out to be a successful one once again, and Y/N and Bucky agree to go out for a few drinks to celebrate. When he brings her home, things get rather steamy, and they can't keep their hands off of each other.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 14 🔥 The more dates Bucky and Y/N go on, the harder it is to keep their hands off of each other. When they decide to kick their relationship into the next gear, they have one of the most unforgettable nights of their lives together. The feeling doesn't last long, because when Bucky gets injured, she has to take care of him for once.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 15 🔥 You and Bucky have been going steady for the last year and a half, and you have returned to your position as head of the legal department full-time now. Bucky has been going on more missions recently, and the two of you don't get to see each other for long periods of time, making the fantasies about each other hotter by the minute. This chapter is written from both Y/N and Bucky's POV.

Yours, Forever | Chapter 16 🔥 Everyone gets invited to visit Sam's sister in Louisiana, and you and Bucky use this opportunity to get engaged. The road to the engagement goes smoothly and when you manage to catch your amazing super soldier off guard, your mood can't get any better.

[ave661]

Hey Eve,

I love your renders so much and I’m also a Patreon of yours. Currently I’m writing some cod fanfictions and I’d like to ask you if I can use your renders for a little header when I post them on Tumblr? Of course you’ll be credited but should they also be watermarked? I think I saw some pics only at your Patreon and not in public, are those allowed to be cropped into headers?

Keep up the good work, and have a nice day :3

Best,

Mel

Heeey welcome aboard pookie! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH! =3=

I don't mind using my renders in any type of way. The only thing I don't like is when ppl repost them especially without giving credits. So yeah! using them in edits, as references for drawings, fanfic headers etc are ok! I love seeing my work as an inspiration to many of You in any shape or form.

When it comes to watermarks… it depends? because if You want to edit and crop them for your fics with, for example, your titles and some kind of effects/filters on them, I guess it's fine? What I mean by that is that you need to keep in mind that some people might download, repost, and later steal them. So editing them for Your fics but giving credits in description - yes! Reposting full renders without watermarks - no.

As for patreon-only content… 95% of the time I create NSFW renders there and occasionally publish cropped versions to "promote" my Patreon because I know that not many ppl don't not know what I'm doing there. So that being said I don't know if that's okey to post full versions in any socials, because many of You pay to see them. I feel this would be unfair to other patreons. (Does this make sense? Because I don't know how to describe/translate it. English is not my first language xd) But if You want to edit something I've posted before, then that is okey!

I hope I answered your questions and everything is clear, but if not, feel free to ask Luvs♥

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[maddy-ferguson]

Since you watched so many movies, can you recommend the very best? I'm talking amazing mindblowing 5star 'everyone needs to watch this' kind of movies. Or just ones you really liked personally. I'm getting back into watching movies and I need some good ones!

hiii i'm gonna give you my personal favorites and then movies i really like that i didn't know before i started watching a lot of movies. some of them are like classics or talked about a lot but i didn't know them before so they'll be here. but no like the godfather yk

my favorite favorites: les parapluies de cherbourg (1964), les demoiselles de rochefort (1967) (my header), la nuit américaine (1973), goodfellas (1990), waitress (2007)

old movies: it happened one night (1934), stella dallas (1937), the lady eve (1941), the palm beach story (1942), sunset boulevard (1950), les 400 coups (1959), the children's hour (1961), cléo de 5 à 7 (1962), they shoot horses, don't they? (1969)

movies that aren't as old: phantom of the paradise (1974), 3 women (1977), the king of comedy (1982), after hours (1985), the fly (1986), little shop of horrors (1986), cinema paradiso (1988), the unbreakable truth (1989), my own private idaho (1991), welcome to the dollhouse (1995), chunking express (1994), fallen angels (1995), the before trilogy (1995-2013), cure (1997)

movies that came out either after or not long before i was born: billy elliot (2000), almost famous (2000), real women have curves (2002), oldboy (2003), the fall (2006), brooklyn (2015), skate kitchen (2018), papicha (2019), my first summer (2020), sick of myself (2022)

there's not a lot of recent (21st century) movies and i'm not sure why😭 they're not ALL 5 stars best movie ever but i really like all of them. last movie i watched that i liked that prompted the post that prompted this ask: how to have sex

[capwilliamsxn]

according to leah she lives her life so unapologetically herself but is uncomfortable being openly gay, loves being accessible but ignores fans, hates wasting time and doing nothing yet claims to be the biggest napper, wants to be the best centre back in the world but can’t even be bothered to practice her cornering position. why are we giving this hypocrite a pedestal? she has shown multiple times that she pretends to be the person people want her to be and contradicts herself in literally any interview she does

are u being serious? like???

1. there’s a difference between being unapologetic and completely public. you can be confident in yourself and who you are without screaming it on rooftops. she’s confident in who she is (with sexuality, clothing, appetite, music tastes etc) and shares that with her family and friends and the people she knows. because she’s a private individual and values her privacy.

also, considering the homophobia and disgusting insults open gay people (especially those in sport) face daily, is it any wonder why some people don’t scream their sexuality? leah already faces thousands of sexualising, demeaning and vile comments daily (across all social medias) without homophobic people knowing her sexuality and attacking her for it.

i’m guessing you’re a new ‘fan’ if you don’t already know this. i mean, back when leah and jordan would post together, they (particularly leah) would get so many disgusting comments.

also, she’s never actually said anything about her own sexuality, everything people say is just an assumption. she’s hinted at it, but who actually knows (if she’s gay, straight, bi or whatever). it’s no-ones business except her own, she doesn’t have to share that with fans to prove she’s comfortable with herself. i’m sure all her friends and family and teammates all know, which is all she needs.

2. when has she ignored fans? those games when she went inside without interacting because she wasn’t feeling great? (do you know that she literally has endometriosis, anxiety and gets sick like the average person does. she’s not always going to be 100% great and up for interaction. like i’m sure you aren’t.)

the other week she literally responded to a leeds player on twitter who was excited to play against her and wanted her shirt, instead asking if they could swap an that she couldn’t wait to meet her. that’s a fan interaction. she visited a bunch of kids and told them about being mascots for the arsenal game v chelsea. that’s a fan interaction.

she constantly makes herself visible so that young girls (and boys) can look up to her and don’t have to search to find a role model like her in sport, like she had to do herself as a kid.

3. this is the dumbest comment ever. like. yes she has a fear of time and it causes her anxiety, why would that mean she can’t have a nap??

she’s a human being AND a sporting professional who tires herself out physically (and mentally) almost every day. naps are literally what people take to rejuvenate themselves. having anxiety about time isn’t going to tell her body to not get tired and need sleep.

i’m sure on the days where she has more anxiety regarding time (like new year’s eve) she probably won’t nap or whatever.

4. i actually don’t even know if you’re being serious here. like. what?? (if you are,) being great on corners isn’t the only thing it takes to bring a great CB. but she literally is good at them anyway.

for the defensive corners: she’s great at blocking, at managing the traffic of players afterwards and at pushing the play back out and to the other side of the pitch. and for attacking corners: she’s literally scored numerous headers/goals from them and can make a great defensive run or secondary attack.

5. everyone has a version of themselves they want to be, and the best people work at themselves every day to achieve that. that is something leah clearly does, and for herself not anyone else. she doesn’t have to prove anything to you, or people like you who make ignorant and dumb comments without informing themselves first.

she has said before she doesn’t put herself on a pedestal and that she doesn’t view herself as she does her own heroes. if you’re putting her on that, it’s down to you and you personally. she’s a normal person who is trying deal with and be successful in the position she’s in (both her job and role as a public figure). she’s not acting or pretending to be anyone, she’s simply being herself.

(my ask box is called ‘think first’. you should read that before submitting something).

[batswithsillyhats]

Hi, I’m Gaby! I’m a 21-year-old artist and writer. I’ve been on Tumblr since 2012, but recently made this new account to organize my art and writing. I’m a waitress and I live in the Western US. I have a cat named Oregano and I spend most of my free time playing video games. I write WLW fan fiction and original stories. All my works have tags and warnings at the top. I sometimes reblog fanart. I use tags to organize all my posts; #gabgabs = random thoughts/posts, #gab journal = My personal journal, #gabfic = fanfictions, #original = original works #gab headcanons = headcanons

Requests are - Open!

I will write WLW fics for the following fandoms; RDR2 | BG3 | SotF | Arcane | Stardew Valley | RE8

Feel free to ask about other fandoms.

Themes I will write; Fluff/Domestic fluff | Angst w/ a happy ending | Slow burn/Yearning | Smut/Porn without plot | Period typical homophobia | Enemies to lovers | X reader

Explicit themes I will write; Dubious consent | Bondage | Light pet play | Knife play | Futa/Alpha omega

Themes I WILL NOT write Noncon | Pure angst | Major character death (Unless cannon)

Stardew Valley Married Women Relationship HCs [SFW] Chanty & Fei; OTP Development/Headcanon Questions [SFW]

˚₊𓆩༺ Spoiled ༻𓆪₊˚ Stardew Valley - Caroline/Reader ˚₊𓆩༺ The Flannel ༻𓆪₊˚ Stardew Valley - Robin/Reader ˚₊𓆩༺ Just a Dare ༻𓆪₊˚ Original Story - Werewolves/Fem!Human

Coming soon... ˚₊𓆩༺ Succubas Spit ༻𓆪₊˚ Original Story - Chanty/Fei ˚₊𓆩༺ Thieves' Cant ༻𓆪₊˚ Original Story - Fem!Criminal/Fem!City Guard ˚₊𓆩༺ Best Friends? ༻𓆪₊˚ Stardew Valley - Caroline/Jodi ˚₊𓆩༺ Vapors ༻𓆪₊˚ Stardew Valley - Penny/Reader - Based on Penny's married dialogue during the Hallow's Eve Event "Oh... These vapors... Hmmm... You look nice tonight"

For all fanfic series please check out my Ao3! I will make announcement posts for any multi-chapter fan fiction, but will not be posting the stories to Tumblr. As for my original series, I will add them to the master list when the time comes :)

Original Series links will go here for now

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Credits; Dividers - @cafekitsune | Header - @youokaymilo