#it's exactly 1111 words just now

[coldercreation]

aaaaaaa I've already gotten so many good Lizzy ideas and I have been writing tonight, trying to use as many of those as I can, but guys...

I made someone be nasty to Liam and now I hate meeee :'(((

And obviously I now get to write all the fluffs to make it better but HOW COULD I DO THATTT!! Wahh my little Lime I'm so sorry </3

[leilanihours]

request: kate martin x gf/teammate!reader

kate is always calming the reader down when she's getting heated throughout the game because of unnecessary calls to her/them (based on what kate's doing to cc when she's getting heated) THANK YOU !!!

-🤍

# SUPERPOWERS

pairing: kate martin x iowa teammate!reader

word count: 1111

warnings: none !

summary: kate is the only one who knows how to keep you centered when you drift away from your priorities.

⭑ from lani: hi anon i love all the reqs youve sent and im so sorry im only now getting to them LOL 😭 i also hope its okay that i made kate and reader friends in this fic rather than in an established relationship 🤍

masterlist !

"I'M SO SICK of this shit, dude!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up in frustration as you paced across the backcourt while the player you "fouled" took her free throws.

"y/n, chill," kate says, turning around to make sure the referees didn't hear your outburst.

"no, kate, i'm serious! the second we stepped onto this court the refs were up our asses and kissing theirs!" you complain, referring to how there were so many forced calls and ignored violations.

"y/n, i get it," she cautions, "i'm on that court, too, i see it. but you gotta calm down before you get a tech."

"i-"

"look at me, y/n," she demands, putting her hands on either side of your face to force you to look into her blue eyes, "you're a fucking beast, okay? you can't let these dumbasses - respectfully - get in your head. got it?"

you falter for a second, suddenly becoming aware of the small amount of distance between you and kate. your breath hitches as you decipher the sincerity and passion behind the girl's words, her entrancing eyes adding to the intensity of the exchange.

"yeah, i got it," you mutter with a flustered look on your face.

"okay then," she smirks at your reaction as she brushes some of the loose hairs out of your face that had fallen from your ponytail, "let's get this win, yeah?"

with a simple nod of your head, you dap up kate and bump your fist against hers before sprinting to get back on offense.

after kate's advice, you ended up practically breaking ankles and scoring a sweet double-double.

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"i have a question for y/n l/n," the reporter starts with a friendly smile, "i think it's fair to say that you are not afraid to stand your ground and voice your frustrations on the court - it's something that viewers have grown to love. as you prepare to leave iowa, one common supportive thread throughout your collegiate career has been one kate martin, who has always been at your side when things get too heated. care to comment on that?"

you let out an airy laugh as you glance over at the blonde next to you, who also lets out a chuckle.

"well, i mean, i've known this girl for as long as i've been here at iowa. i seriously can't think of a time in the past four years where i didn't have the blessing of her presence, so i think the constant exposure to each other and just the overall tight bond we've formed carries onto the court.

and what i mean by that is whenever i let my emotions get the best of me, kate knows exactly what to do or say to calm me down. i mean, she knows me like the back of her hand after all, so she doesn't hesitate to step in and make sure i keep my eyes on the prize.

she's always by my side for a reason, and that's to keep me grounded. i'm so grateful for it and i try to do the same for her but she's less aggressive than me so not much for me to do there," you end with a laugh.

smiling, you lean back in your chair as you listen to your teammates answer questions of their own. as the panel continues moving smoothly, you fiddle with your hoodie strings as you wait to be asked another question.

"for kate, it looks like there was a brief, heated conversation between you and y/n in the third quarter," the reporter asks as kate's face lights up at the sound of your name, "in relation to the question she got earlier, what does it take to calm down one of the most expressive, confident, and independent players in the game? how is it different from talking to your other teammates?"

you turn to kate when you hear your name mentioned, catching the delighted look on her face. you sit watching her intently as she answers the question.

"right off the bat, i'll say she's stubborn," she starts with a laugh, making the whole room (including you) chuckle at her bluntness, "especially in the middle of a game when she's locked in and completely in her head. it's definitely not a bad habit by any means but sometimes she tends to block out what we tell her which can lead to conflict build-up on the court.

but i think the fact that i notice this and am aware of it kinda lets me know that i have the ability to break through it, if that makes sense. i don't mean to toot my own horn, but as the team leader it's kinda my job to read my teammates and help them out in any way possible that benefits all of us and the score by the end of the night. with y/n it's just easy because i know her so well as a person, so i automatically know her as a player too.

so i guess that's how i'm able to calm her down a little bit but there's definitely a struggle to do so here and there. i mean, like you said, she's one of the most independent players out there which is amazing but we're definitely still working on how to get her to accept help more often."

"i don't know if i should be moved or offended," you playfully mumble into the mic, placing a hand over your heart in pretend pain.

kate chuckles at your reaction before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to her in a tight hug.

you're both smiling and joking for the rest of the conference, spirits lifted after hearing each other's affectionate words about the other.

there was something so comforting in the way you viewed each other and so greatly valued your friendship. you were best friends, sure, but the strength of your bond was one that didn't need to be put into words, it was simply a mutual understanding.

but hearing each of your perspectives spoken publicly for not only you two to understand, but for the whole world to understand made it so much more meaningful.

now if this friendship were to blossom into something more than what it currently is, that would be up to you and kate.

it definitely helped that your teammates also noticed how particularly close you two were. kate eventually learned that apparently they not only loved playing basketball at iowa, but also loved playing matchmaker for the two of you. and for that she was grateful.

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[augustjustice]

You're the One that I Want

@steddie-week prompts: dizzy, drunken confessions @stevieweek prompt: girls night @steddiemicrofic prompt: one | wc: 1111 words rating: T | tags: transfem steve harrington, platonic stobin, sleepovers, phone calls, love confessions

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When the phone rang right around eleven, Eddie had to admit he was sort of surprised.

Not that he was any stranger to nighttime phone calls. One caller in particular had become something of a regular, post-nightmare soothing sessions in the first weeks after Spring Break soon morphing into inane chats about anything and everything. 

But he knew she was busy tonight.

Eddie had been quick to learn, once he’d gotten closer to the Upside Down crew, that weekly Steve and Robin Nights were a sacred tradition. Ever since Stevie came out, the title had transformed into Girls Night, much like their very own lovely jock herself. 

The importance of the day, however, remained the same.

And, it being Thursday, Eddie definitely didn’t expect to hear from her tonight. 

Crossing the trailer, he mused over who it might be instead. Gareth, maybe, since he was still sorting out the kinks of his drum solo in Corroded Coffin’s latest song. 

“Joe’s Pool Hall,” Eddie chirped when he picked up. “We rack ‘em and stack ‘em so you don’t have to!”

“Munson!” Robin’s voice burst out over the line, loud enough Eddie pulled the phone a few inches away from his ear. “Stevie needs to tell you something!”

In the background, he could hear Stevie’s muffled Robbie, nooo.

“Stevie-Evie, come on! Tell him, tell him, tell him.” The speed at which Robin chanted her words left them slurred, tripping over each other. “Exactly what you told me. It’s like–sleepover law. You gotta.”

From the shrieks and incomprehensible arguing that broke out after, Eddie could surmise they’d fallen into a drunken scuffle.

Finally, Stevie’s voice rang out from the receiver. “Hi, Eds!” 

The happiness in her tone made actual butterflies erupt in his stomach. Goddamn, he was such a mess for this girl. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie answered, twirling the cord around one finger. “Sounds to me like you two lovely ladies are having a fun night.”

“Oh, yeah, totally. We totally were. But then Robin,” in her inebriated state, Stevie put extra emphasis on the end of her best friend’s name, “got this bright idea to play, like. All the girls’ sleepover games I missed out on because…well, you know.”

Though Stevie sounded put-out now, Eddie had no doubt the suggestion had delighted her. Indescribable fondness for both girls swelled in his chest. 

“That right? What game are you at–prank call the hottest future rock star you know?” 

“No, sillyhead!” Stevie tittered.

Eddie could practically see her, smile bright and nose scrunched up adorably. The image was so distracting, he almost missed Stevie’s next words. 

“I’m s’posed to call…” she dropped into a hushed whisper, the crinkling sound the receiver made suggesting she had cupped her hand around the phone, “my biggest crush!”

The sentence hit Eddie like a truck, nearly incomprehensible. He felt dizzy with it, the bottom of his stomach dropping out the same way it had on the Gravitron at last year’s Fourth of July Fun Fair. 

“S-Sorry, uh,” he stuttered out, “bad connection, I think. You know how shitty the service down at Forest Park can be. Cuz, for a second, I almost thought you said–”

But Stevie barrelled on, as though he hadn’t said anything at all.

“You’re the one that I want!” she sang out.

Her voice carried all the passion and fervor as the times she was alone in the car with Eddie, taunting him with her favorite new pop hit, or when she and Robin were goofing off, having a dance off after hours at work. Eddie could hear it when Robin joined in for the follow-up chorus of Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey!

The absurdity of it made Eddie cackle, momentarily distracted from the racing of his heart. 

“Harrington…did you seriously just sing Grease at me?” 

“I did not!” Stevie protested. 

Eddie wouldn’t have been surprised if she had punctuated that claim with a stamp of her foot. But she followed it up with a little hmph, contemplative. 

“–Well, yeah, okay. So what if I did? That-that isn’t the point. The point is…I want you, Eddie Munson.”

He gulped against the nervousness welling up in his throat. “Princess…you’re actually serious right now, right? This isn’t just, you know…the booze talking?”

“‘Course I’m serious, Eds. Don’t know how you didn’t notice–Robin said my mooning was getting so annoying. But that’s only cuz I’m like…totally in love with you, to be honest.” 

It wasn’t as eloquent and romantic, Eddie suspected, as a sober Stevie Harrington love confession would have been–but, heart flipping in his chest, he cherished it just as much. 

“Oh. Well, shit. Looks like…I better shape up, then.” 

And even though he knew what he was about to do would make him sound completely ridiculous–he couldn’t help but smile, knowing it would be totally worth it. 

So, Eddie took a deep breath and belted back, “Cuz my heart is set on you!”

“Eddie!” Stevie gasped like he had just performed a magic trick. “You know Grease?!”

“Stevie, you gotta swear you’re gonna take that one to your grave. But…sure I do, darling. You think I wouldn’t go out and see one of your favorite movies?”

“Really?”

The excitement in her voice was tempered by a sudden hint of shyness, the kind she usually hid behind a bold, confident exterior. Eddie knew exactly what that was like–and he felt lucky, that Stevie trusted him enough to let him see the vulnerability underneath.  

“Really really. I’m gone for you, Stevie. Have been for…well, hell. A really long damn time.”

Stevie sighed, lovelorn and wistful.

“Me, too.”

Eddie was really glad he wasn’t the one that was drunk right now, or he might have suspected he was dreaming.

“Wanted to tell you for so long–” But whatever sweet thing Stevie had been about to say was cut off, as she suddenly huffed into the phone. “Oh my God, okay! I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying!”

“All good over there?” 

“Sorry. Robin says I’m hogging the phone,” Eddie could practically hear her eye roll, before her tone turned mischievous. “Besides…now it’s her turn to call Vickie. Talk tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, Stevie. See you bright and early.” Bright and early for Eddie usually meant around noon, but, for this, he was willing to make an exception. “And tell Buck–I owe her one.”

You’re welcome! he heard Robin sing-song just before Stevie hung up, evidence she’d probably been listening in on every word. 

As he wandered back to his bedroom in a daze, 11:11 blinked at him from the digital alarm clock on his bedside table.

Eddie didn’t even need to make a wish.

Travolta and his flying car had nothing on him. 

[medusapelagia]

One. Big. Step.

written for @steddiemicrofic (Prompt: one | 1111 words) and @steddie-week (Day 2, Prompt: Touch Starved) Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: none Words: 1111

The anticipation is what makes Eddie antsy. 

When someone starts to walk toward him, his heart starts beating faster and louder, his ears buzz, his breathing gets too accelerated (air hunger, as his mom used to call it), and he begins to sweat, profusely, leaving a dark damp stain under the armpit of his t-shirts, which is the main reason he always wears black t-shirts. Or t-shirts with black sleeves. 

When the person walking toward him is Steve the Hair Harrington, well, it's even worse. 

Eddie's tongue gets entangled in his mouth and when he's finally able to speak a few words, the ones that come from his mouth are either stupid or cruel. But even if Eddie hates himself for that, in some ways it works perfectly well because Steve freezes, a sad smile painted on his face, and mutters, "I'll see you around, Munson," before turning and leaving Eddie alone, which is exactly what he wants. Because Eddie the banished has only one big fear: being touched. 

It's a fear that comes from afar and even if Eddie is ashamed of it, it’s not something Eddie will overcome easily. 

In his entire life touch meant hurt. Every time Al Munson came home drunk, every time a policeman caught him stealing some food, every time a teacher dragged him to the principal office, their touch meant hurt. And pain. And blood.

Those people left a wound in Eddie’s soul; a wound he’s not sure it will ever heal.

It doesn't help that the only person he trusts is not very outgoing either.

Wayne never hurt him, but never tried to touch him either.

And now he’s untouchable.  

None in the Hellfire Club dares to hug him, not even Gareth, who has been his best friend since they were kids. To be honest, Gareth is his shield, the best one he could have ever asked for. He's the one who detects Eddie's anxiety and puts himself between the threat and his best friend and in Eddie’s opinion, that’s fucking metal. 

It doesn't matter if most of the time the threat is just a girl asking for a pen during English class or a boy getting too close to Eddie in the cafeteria. Gareth is there, ready to lend a pen or step between Eddie and the rest of the world.

Gareth is the person who knows Eddie intimately. He knows about his past, that he deals to make ends meet, and that there's a kind spirit hidden under the metal jewelry and the fake attitude. What Gareth doesn't know, it's that even if Eddie is scared of touch, he has finally met someone who makes him feel butterflies in his stomach and almost makes him wish for things he never thought were possible for him, like holding hands or even kissing. And that person is Steve Harrington.

Eddie knows that there's something between the two of them, a kind of opposite attraction they both feel, but how can he surrender to the pull he feels when even the idea of getting close to Steve makes him shit his pants?

"Maybe you should start gradually." Gareth wisely proposes when Eddie finally confesses his tribulation to him, "Choose someone you trust and ask him to touch you or something like that."

"Wouldn't that be weird? Like… Hi, can you hold my hand for a moment? Don't worry if I freak out, it's a normal reaction."

"You could start with Wayne." Gareth replies, gulping down his soda in the hot Indiana summer, "He knows you're weird."

"Why didn't I think of that? Hi Wayne, can you hug me? Yeah, I'm weird and I'm also gay and I need some physical contact before I try to hold hands with my crush. Very subtle and not suspicious at all. He won't kick me out of the trailer. No sir."

Gareth sighs, slouching on Eddie's broken couch, "You know he wouldn't. He had so many reasons to kick you out and he never did, but if you don't want to ask him, I get it. What if I volunteer?" Gareth asks, reaching out with one arm.

He gives Eddie the time to stop him or move away, but the metalhead swallows all his fears and gives him a little nod.

The contact between Gareth's calluses hand and Eddie's elbow it's not pleasurable, but it doesn't make him jump out of his skin either.

"You ok?"

Eddie nods, quietly, focusing on the feeling and identifying every single sensation. The warmth of Gareth's skin, the roughness of his hand, the steadiness of his arm. Eddie closes his eyes, takes a few deep breaths, and then he whispers, "Stop."

Gareth immediately releases his soft grip, his eyes pinned on Eddie, "Still ok?"

"Yeah. I got a bit overwhelmed." Eddie confesses, turning his attention towards a dog barking a few feet away. Noticing Eddie's attention the dog starts to pull at the chain even harder barking in his direction and Eddie wonders why a barking dog is less scary than a friendly touch.

"We could do a little exposure therapy if you want. Here at the trailer, where you're more comfortable and none can see us.”

With a snort, complaining in a low voice that exposure therapy seems even more complicated than dealing in a small town like Hawkins, Eddie begrudgingly agrees to do a few cuddling sessions, as Gareth mockingly calls them, every day after band practice.

Maybe it's not a lot, but sitting close to each other on the same bench, or brushing their fingers while sharing a joint seems to be really helping, and after a couple of months, when Dustin invites them to see a movie at Steve's place, for the first time Eddie seats on the couch, not on the bean bag as usual. Dustin stares at him open-mouthed, but a stern look from Gareth is all it takes to get his attention back on the screen.

When Steve gets back with a couple of bowls of popcorn, the only empty seat is the couch where Eddie is already making himself comfortable, putting his feet on the coffee table while yelling something against the movie director.

Turning toward Steve, Eddie simply asks "Aren't you going to sit?"

Steve gives the biggest bowl to Dustin and puts the small one in the middle of the couch, to keep some space between them, and when their fingers brush above the popcorn bowl and Eddie doesn't retreat, Steve gives him the best smile ever.

Maybe sitting on the same couch watching a movie with the kids isn't the most romantic thing ever, but it's a step. One. Big. Step.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

mask on

for @steddie-week prompt 'free space' AND part 3 of the camboy steve series (yes you should read parts 1 and 2 first, but this could be read on its own)

I did also follow the @steddiemicrofic word count 1111 and prompt 'one', but it is not technically a standalone fic so that part was just to see if I could do it (I could but at what psychological cost)

rated e | 1111 words | check ao3 for tags

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Despite the fact that Eddie made more than enough money to pay for Steve’s needs and wants, Steve insisted on making his own money. Being on tour with Eddie definitely made that more difficult, but he found plenty of opportunity while the guys were on stage.

He went to the first couple of shows when he first joined Eddie on tour, watching from the sidelines, but decided he needed to use his time wisely. Now, he sat on the tour bus, using Eddie’s bunk as his recording and photo studio.

He paused live streams for a while because of it, always a little worried someone would interrupt. Plus, Eddie wouldn’t be able to be on them and that just wouldn’t do.

But they were finally stopped in a hotel for one single night, a rarity on the road as Steve had come to learn, and he had an idea.

Eddie insisted he do a live stream, and Steve insisted Eddie be a part of it.

“You can wear a mask and make sure your tattoos are covered. I promise we can be careful,” Steve begged. “I just want your hands on me. I think people will like it.”

So here they were, Eddie in a sort of silly masquerade mask, his leather jacket, and leather fingerless gloves that Steve didn’t even know he owned, camera angled so very little of Eddie would be shown while he did whatever he wanted to Steve.

“Can you behave yourself with others watching us or are you gonna get weird?” Steve asked as he stripped to just his underwear.

“Don’t know what you mean about weird. I can be normal.” Eddie lied.

“Right. Well, try to stay quiet as much as possible so no one recognizes your voice,” Steve continued as he got in position. For once, he didn’t have to worry about turning on the stream or turning it off; Eddie would handle that.

“You’re enjoying being in charge a little too much for someone who won’t be in less than a minute,” Eddie smirked as he ran one finger down Steve’s thigh. “Or did you think I was letting you run the show?”

Steve couldn’t hold back a whimper at Eddie’s tone and soft touch. He thought he knew what was coming, but with Eddie’s possessiveness, he couldn’t really be sure.

“It is myshow.” Steve couldn’t help being just a little bratty. Eddie had been gone all day doing interviews, hence the hotel room, and he missed him.

“We’ll see.”

As soon as the stream started, Steve gave a brief explanation of what was happening, but most of his viewers wanted to get to the good stuff. They’d been waiting a while for another live stream.

Eddie didn’t hesitate to get started once Steve nodded to him. He held his hand up in a small wave, but stayed turned towards Steve as he brought one gloved hand down in a hard smack against his barely spread thighs.

Steve didn’t hold back the moan at the sting of the leather glove against his bare skin.

Eddie didn’t need to say anything for Steve to know exactly what he would say.

One slap wouldn’t be enough, just like one kiss was never enough.

“More,” Steve begged as he parted his thighs more, letting everyone see his already hard cock. “Please.”

Eddie smiled devilishly as he ran both hands up and down his legs, leaving Steve on edge and nearly shaking with want. How did he always do this so quickly?

The leather hitting the same spot as before was almost too much already. Steve glanced down to see red spreading, probably trying to form in the shape of Eddie’s hand. With another couple hits, it just might.

The messages were piling in so quickly, Steve could barely read them, but Eddie had it under control. He slapped his other thigh before stepping away and letting out a laugh at something he saw on the screen.

Eddie wiggled his fingers in front of the camera, then wrapped his hand around Steve’s cock, rougher than he usually was. The leather was surprisingly soft, but his grip wasn’t, and Steve did all he could not to curl into a ball as Eddie’s hand tightened and released.

“They sure do know what you like,” Eddie groaned in his ear as he leaned over him, his hand moving from Steve’s length to pinch his nipple. “But I know better, don’t I?”

Steve nodded, already too overwhelmed to speak.

Eddie taps him once, a silent check-in so he knows if he needs to slow down or stop. Steve taps him back three times for green, for good, for don’t stop.

He slaps his cheek, not nearly as hard as his thigh, just a test, a warning for more. It’s not the first time they’ve done this, but it’s different in front of an audience, even if the audience is through a screen.

The next slap is harder, makes Steve whine as his head turns to the side.

The camera isn’t focused on his face ever, but he knows the viewers can hear the sound of the slap and Steve’s answering noises.

Again, and the other side, and again.

“Spit.” Eddie orders, just when Steve’s pretty sure he’s going to come from just Eddie’s hand on his face.

Steve spits into Eddie’s gloved hand, curious about what his goal is.

Curious if this was a request from someone.

The feel of the leather– now wet with his own spit– against his leaking cock, was new.

“C’mon, angel, gimme one so we can give them a proper show,” Eddie said, voice low and demanding.

And as much as Steve wanted this to last a bit longer, he couldn’t resist giving Eddie what he wanted. He always wanted to please him, even when his job was to please his subscribers right now.

Steve let out a muffled scream as he came, a gloved hand covering his mouth as the other worked him through it, his cum making the glide easier.

“Ruined ‘em,” Steve whined against Eddie’s hand.

“Hm?” Eddie asked as he pulled away.

“Gloves are ruined.”

“Nah, bought them just for this,” Eddie pecked the top of Steve’s head before standing up and looking at the messages pouring in. “Everyone wants another one.”

“Then I guess we better give them one.”

Eddie made him lick his own cum off the glove before he grabbed the lube and slowly worked him open, one finger at a time, until he was stretched enough to take the plug he’d chosen.

As Steve came again, Eddie shut off the stream.

“Mine,” he growled against Steve’s neck.

“Yours.”

[mamayan]

Hey Yan! Congrats on your milestone!! I’m so proud of you. ☺️

I’m gonna take my shot at your Russian Roulette event. It can be nsfw or not, your choice. :3

3, 25, 61, and 99 for Tengen 🩷

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Tengen Uzui

“I want to worship the ground you walk on.” || Saint || Soulmates || Praise/Worship

tw: NSFW • Oral (F) • AFAB! Reader

wc: 1111

“What is the meaning of this?” You looked so startled it was cute. Dressed extravagantly in the temple gown only worn by a saint, shining like a polished gem, your pretty face was twisted in astonishment down at the Crown Prince kneeling at your feet. You wondered what trick he planned, the smirk on his beautiful face not to be trusted, as the Royal faction had always posed as a check and balance for the Holy Temple you served.

“It’s a drag, you don’t already realize it, little saint,” even now, kneeling as he is, his decorum is lacking. “Your highness, if you’ve come to heckle me then—,” you huff angrily, but his smile only grows as he interrupts you rudely again. “I’ve come to pray yet you won’t even humor me?” You want to yank that pretty silver hair and rattle his mind to figure out what games he has at play, because that's just how it was with Royals, even one as playful and severe as the Crown Prince.

“You expect me to believe you’ve changed to a devout believer overnight? This is the second time you’ve graced the Temple in your twenty three years of life, forgive me your highness for being upfront but I don’t believe you in the slightest.” He looks far too enthralled for someone being scolded, and it sends shivers down your spine because there was something hungry in his gaze. He decides then to stand, each foot growing as the height difference shifts drastically. He towered over you now, jewels adorning him not deterring from his masculine appeal nor domineering air only a prince raised to rule could possess. You held your ground, your Goddess gifted powers and position had you even higher than the Pope, your position not one to sniff at either… though it’d only been two years since you’d received your title. It was still new and frightening occasionally, especially dealing with nobles and the like of the political scene.

Prince Tengen made you feel strange, not bad but you couldn’t say you were entirely trusting of him either. The way his gaze made you burn, the way your chest constricted that first time a week ago when you’d met.

“Little saint, I’m truly here to worship,” you can’t run, the statue of the Goddess you serve directly behind you prevents it. He steps closer, caging you and limiting your view of anything except him. Those fuschia eyes only possessed by this kingdom’s royal family trained on you, his smile predatory despite his words. “I’m here to worship you,” you stop breathing as he leans over you, so close you can smell whatever deliriously arousing scent he wore on his body.

“T-that is blasphemous—,” you hush when he lifts a finger, pressing it lightly over your lips while he chuckles.

“I want to worship the ground you walk on.” He rubs your petal soft lips, pushing until you're forced to open your mouth so he can dip his finger inside, your body too stunned to truly fathom or respond yet. His breath against your ear wracks your body with shivers, like a snake curling around you and tempting you with sweet sin.

“It’d be pretty flamboyant if I took you here right? For your Goddess to witness.” Your eyes go wide, soul shaking as realization dawns exactly who this man is to you.

“You…,” you look far too shaken, voice weak as he smiles victoriously.

“She sanctified this after all, right?” You almost moan aloud as he licks the shell of your ear, sending your hair on end as you try to jerk back. You stumble over the very dress meant to honor your position, easily landing on your bottom as the Prince laughs. You go to scold him, embarrassment holding you hostage, but words die in your throat when he kneels again, crowding over you and gripping your ankles.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Your indignant shout is ignored as he rolls his eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to pray,” his grin is wolffish and downright filthy, unbefitting a man of his position nor appropriate to direct at a saint such as yourself no less.

He carelessly flips your garment up, exposing your undergarments too quickly for you to stop. Besides, your powers lay in healing and blessing, not in brute strength like the Prince. You can’t even begin to find a place in your mind where this was acceptable, even though your body heated and responded to his touch as if it were familiar. Core becoming molten as you quiver and find the fight inside you dying before it could even rage, his large calloused hands from battle and training rubbing your soft thighs as he drags your clothing off to expose your slit.

“S-stop, we could get caught—,” your hissed panic only amuses him as he grins.

“Isn’t that more flashy though?” He’s on your pretty mound in an instant, throwing you back and licking up from your leaking hole to your clit.

“Tengen!” His name easily slips past your lips, shocked by the vulgar display in a public and holy space like this, but delirious with heat from his aggressive pinning. “That’s right, say my name while I worship this pretty cunt.” He chuckles, returning to your sex and eating you like a man starved, turning you into a moaning mess as you claw and yank at his hair, pleas falling from your lips like rainfall.

His eyes watched, tongue never stopping as he slurped and noisily sucked your clit, as you melted from a pious saint into a whiny mess all for him. He knew from the moment he saw you just barely a week ago, that you were his. The jewels adorning you were nothing in comparison to your dazzling radiance and soul calling to him.

He never considered himself a religious man, but as he tasted the sweet nectar spilling from your cunt, he figured he could easily be converted if this was his treat.

“Please stop, m’gonna—, wait, Tengen!” Your call of his name as you came was everything he hoped for, mouth eagerly opening as he shoved his tongue into your twitching hole to drink you down in only the most vulgar and filthy manner imaginable. He’s kind enough to slow and ease up, bringing you down gently as he cleans you with his tongue and helps you redress, though your weakened appearance only made him want to ruin you further.

“I think I’ll come to be a devout follower,” he grins savagely, enjoying the flames which come to life in your eyes as you stare at him incredulously.

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[runnning-outof-time]

Home for the Holidays | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of my Countdown to Christmas Event

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: In which Tommy finds out that (Y/N) - a.k.a the one who got away, happens to be visiting Birmingham for the holidays, and he hopes that she won’t get away this time.

Warnings: usage of one (1) ‘f-word’

Word Count: 1111

A/N: day 2 going strong…11 days left! This was a fun one to write, and I couldn’t stop myself from using that gif…utter perfection!! Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

(Y/N) stepped off the train and onto the station's platform. She tugged her scarf closer to her body and breathed in the familiar smell of the factory smoke. She never thought that it'd feel good to come back to Birmingham, but here she was...the excitement bubbling up inside of her.

She'd decided to make the trek home for the holidays after caving into her parents' incessant pestering. She couldn't lie that she was a bit excited to be back in her old stomping grounds of Small Heath though.

After collecting her suitcase, she managed to get a cab that would take her to her childhood home.

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"You hear that (Y/N)'s back in town?" John came into the snug with a question as he sat down in his normal spot.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" Arthur asked, as if he needed to weed the people who had (Y/N) down.

"Who else do we know that's named (Y/N)?" John called him out on his dumb question, his one eyebrow raised, "of course it's her," he added, shaking his head slightly.

"You hear that, Tom?" Arthur then turned to his other brother, "maybe you can finally make a go of it with her," he said with a grin on his face.

"Nah she's probably got some big city boyfriend now," John chimed in, sporting a similar grin to Arthur's.

"Still'd be worth a shot, wouldn't it, Tommy?" Arthur looked over to Tommy again.

"Tommy?" John asked when he realized that he hadn't responded, "you hearin' us, Tommy?"

"What?!" Tommy finally snapped, a scowl on his face as he looked at the two men across the table, "what the fuck do you want from me, eh?!"

"We were just talking about how (Y/N)'s back in town..." John trailed off, sounding more subdued than he was before.

"And your point is?" he asked them, his eyebrows raised, "exactly. She wants nothing from me, so just drop it," he told him, dismissing the topic then, his sour look still present.

John and Arthur shared a glance after hearing the outburst, and they silently decided that it would be best for all of them if they don't bring it up anymore.

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A few days later, Tommy was walking down the street he swore that he wouldn't step foot on again. It held too many memories for him...too many that he didn't want to come to terms with. But now it seemed that the person who was a part of those memories was home, so he needed to go and try to make things right.

He took a deep breath as he stopped at her door, pausing for a moment to gather his wits before he knocked on it three times.

"Thomas Shelby?" (Y/N)'s mother was surprised to see him standing in front of her.

"Hello, Mrs. (Y/L/N)," he greeted her, looking past her into the house then, "is (Y/N) home?" he decided to get right to the point.

"She is," the older woman answered with a smile, "home for the holidays."

"Would I be able to talk to her?" Tommy asked, hoping that it'd be allowed.

"Of course. Let me get her," Mrs. (Y/L/N) didn't waste another moment, turning to go and get her daughter. She didn't have to go far though.

"Tommy?" (Y/N) questioned from the opening of the hallway, her eyes wide as she tried to figure out whether the man standing in the doorway was actually there or if he was just a dream.

"(Y/N)," Tommy was shocked that she was now standing only a few feet from him, "it's...it's good to see you again."

"Likewise," (Y/N) responded, smiling slightly. She then looked at her mother, who got the idea and left the two to have some privacy. "I came home to visit my parents," she then told him as she came closer to the door.

"I heard," Tommy nodded, "would you let me take you out tonight?" he came right out and asked her then.

"You still don't wait, do you, Tommy Shelby?" (Y/N) asked with a slight giggle. He was just as she remembered him.

"Not when it comes to things such as this," he tipped his head, the slightest smirk on his lips, "what do you say?"

(Y/N) pursed her lips as she thought about what he'd proposed. After a few moments, she gave her response, "what do you have in mind?" she asked him, unable to contain her smile much longer. Tommy grinned just hearing her response.

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"I'm surprised that they put new lights in along here," (Y/N) said as she and Tommy walked hand in hand along the river that flowed through town.

"I may have had a hand in it," Tommy responded, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him.

"You did this?" (Y/N) stopped in her tracks, looking over at Tommy with surprised eyes.

"It wasn't safe here. You said so yourself. I needed to do something about that," he told her, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I admire your desire to make this place better," she said then, a genuine smile on her face, "I've seen the changes from the second that I stepped..."

"You should stay this time," he cut into her statement, blurting out what had been on his mind from the second he heard that she was back.

"What?" she asked him, surprised laced into her tone.

"Stay here...stay in Small Heath. Don't go back to London. Stay here and be with me, (Y/N)," he elaborated on his original statement. (Y/N) looked down at the ground, hoping that doing so would conceal her smile. “Hey…” Tommy started off after a few silent moments had passed. He reached out and gently touched her chin, hoping that she’d lift her eyes to his again, “I’m sorry if I overstepped, I…”

“I guess I should tell you that I’m moving back,” she told him, looking up again so that he could see her smile.

“Back here?” he asked for clarification, disbelief in his voice.

“Yes. I’m not just home for the holidays…I’m home for good this time, Tommy,” she told him, her smile growing.

Instead of verbally responding, Tommy reached out and took hold of her cheeks so that he could meet his lips with hers in a passionate kiss; something he’d been wanting to do for three years now. “I’m happy you’re home,” he whispered against her lips after he’d pulled away.

“Me too,” (Y/N) responded, her smile back as she kissed him again.

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His

Possessive!Bakugou x Fem!Reader One Shot

Word Count: ✨1111✨

Warning: Suggestive content

A/n: This is a repost cause tumblr was being weird with the tags. I also fixed some spelling.

ao3 link: His - Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou sat in the common room with the other boys of class 3-A. They were chatting about something lame, nothing that Bakugou felt any need or want to contribute to. His mind was focused on something else, something far across the room. Make that someone.

You were sat at the other lounge area with the girls, the lot of you just getting back from a trip to the mall. Shopping bags basically filled that area of the room, each girl having her fair share.

Bakugou watched as you pulled out a pretty yellow sundress from one of the bags and held it to your body. The girls all oohed and aahed, he could faintly hear Mina call it “adorable.”

Bakugou couldn’t help his mind from slipping, remembering exactly how he used the term.

“Awe, is my pretty princess embarrassed? You’re so adorable.”

You hid your face under your hands as you lay under him, practically bare for him besides your bra and underwear. You hadn’t planned for your date to turn out this way, so you had worn the only matching pair you had that was clean, a baby pink set with a little white crown pattern. Hence the endearment “princess.”

That’s what you were to Bakugou. His princess, his baby, his doll, his girl, his. If you were honest, you’d let him call you whatever he wanted to.

Bakugou asked you out at the very end of your second year. You, of course, said yes. Over the break you were practically inseparable, but when the new school year began, Bakugou had asked you to keep your relationship on the down low for the time being. He wanted you all to himself, he didn’t want anyone prying into something they had no business in. And you had agreed, keeping your relationship a secret made it so the girls weren’t on your back asking for the “juicy details.” You were able to enjoy the privacy, and you both had to admit, it was a thrill trying to sneak around the others.

There’s only two people who know about your relationship. Kirishima and Mr. Aizawa. Kirishima found out probably the worst way possible, walking into Bakugou’s room when you two were busy. You had never seen anyone get so red in the face before, and after that you both learned to double check that the door is locked. Mr. Aizawa found out when he was doing his nightly rounds, he had spotted Bakugou sneaking out of your room and put two and two together. He didn’t seem to care, but he did give you a warning about being out passed curfew and handed you a brochure about safe sex, which left both of you a bit mortified.

Bakugou snapped back to the boy's conversation at the sound of your name.

“I bet Y/n’s gonna look smokin’ in that dress,” Kaminari commented.

Bakugou now realized he wasn’t the only one whose eyes were glued to your figure. In fact, almost every guy couldn’t take their eyes off of you.

It pissed him off.

He noticed Kirishima glancing over at him, probably checking to see if he’d lose his cool. But Bakugou had grown a lot since their first year. While he still has his explosive moments, he was calmer and more mature now. Something like this wouldn’t set him off. In fact, he took pride in this. You, the woman that his friends were currently gawking at, were his. Even if it did piss him off, they could look all they wanted, because he was the only one allowed to touch.

You had left the room for a few moments and came back out wearing the dress. It was form-fitting on your chest and waist, but the skirt flowed around your thighs, falling just above your knees. To Bakugou, you looked like the most gorgeous, innocent, alluring creature to ever walk the earth. And you probably didn’t even realize how attractive you looked right now. Bakugou knew you could be oblivious to those kinds of things, he remembers having to show you many times just how attracted he was to you.

The other boys sure noticed though, and they made that very clear.

“She looks even sexier than I imagined,” Kaminari said.

“Damn, didn’t realize a sundress could look so good,” said Sero.

A few more comments here and there, Bakugou didn’t care what they said. Their words didn’t matter. You were his.

Until he hears Mineta’s irritating, annoying, grating voice.

“I want to run my hands all up and down her hot body! I want to see what kind of wonders are underneath, just waiting to be torn off by my hands! I want to see what she looks like bent-“

Bakugou had had enough. Not even listening to the rest of the pervs' words, Bakugou stood suddenly and set off a few sparks in his palms, thus gaining the attention of the entire room. The boys looked surprised by Bakugou’s intense glare, while the girls looked over confused by his outburst.

“I have a warning for all of you,” Bakugou said, focusing his glare on the perv who was already trembling in his seat.

Bakugou made his way to where you now sat on the couch. You were turned around giving him a confused, innocent expression. He placed his hand on the arm of the couch and leaned over you, using his other hand to grab your chin and force you to look up at him.

“Y/n. Is. Mine.” He growled loud enough for everyone to hear before he leaned in and kissed you with as much passion he could. He had to show them, he had to prove it to them. They couldn't touch you. They couldn't even look at you without knowing.

You were his.

You broke away with a gasp, breathless and flushed. Bakugou gently ran his thumb across your swollen bottom lip.

“We still on for tonight?” He asked you calmly.

All you could do was nod your head yes. Too flustered to say anything, wondering what on earth had gotten into him.

“Good. By the way, you look gorgeous in that dress, you should let me take it off you later.” He gave you one last peck on the lips before releasing you and heading towards the elevators.

Once he disappeared the girls pounced, asking what just happened, if you were dating, how long have you been dating, what was happening tonight. All this while the boys just sat in shock. Not only because you were taken, and by Bakugou of all people. They were shocked that Bakugou was the first to get a girlfriend.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1111: Cuddling Hedgehogs (Sonic)

11:16 a.m. at Amy's House's Living Room.......

TV: Oh Sasuke~ Just come back home soon, will ya?

Amy: (Cuddling Under a Blanket With Sonic While Sitting on the Sofa Together, Rolling her Eyes) Who wanna bet he he'll be gone for a month this time?

Sonic: I'll him two to three months tops.

Amy: (Turns to her Boyfriend) Oh come on, who would be that cruel and crazy enough to leave for THAT long? ('Sigh') Then again this is Sasuke we're talking about, so its possible.....

Sonic: Yep. That Sakura chick could've done a lot better honestly.

Amy: Right!? She has so many options and yet she chose to marry SASUKE of that people?

Sonic: (Shrugs) The guy been having good looks since his academy years.

Amy: (Starts Pouting) Good looks doesn't mean jack-squat when you go out betraying everyone you know in the village and try murdering your teammates more than once!

Sonic: (Speaks in a Sarcastic Tone) But Amy, Sasuke was their dear friend and teammate! And he's been through soooo much trauma too.

Amy: AND!? Naruto has been wrongfully hated by the entire Leaf Village ever since he was little boy, but you don't see him going around joining the Akatsuki to destroy it! That jerk should be lucky Naruto care enough not to put him behind bars for the rest of his dumb life.....

Sonic: Or have him exiled altogether. But yeah, Sakura should've married someone else. Like, Lee for example.

Amy: Oh my god, YESSSS! I don't care how bushy his brows are, Lee is such sweetheart and hard worker. (Looks Up at Sonic With a Smile on her Face) Kinda like you in a way.

Sonic: Seriously?

Amy: (Happily Snuggles onto Sonic) Yes, seriously!~ I mean, besides you being more lazy in comparison-

Sonic: Hey, I can be just as hard working as he can thank you!

Amy: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Yeah, when laying around napping and eating chili dogs all day aren't involved.

Sonic: Taking naps are essential for having a relaxing day and don't you dare insult the exquisite masterpiece that are chili dogs

Amy: How are hot dogs covered in chili exquisite in any capacity?

Sonic: They looks and taste good obviously. And they're the town's favorite, so there! (Crosses his Arms With a Satisfied Smirk on his Face)

Amy: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Anyways, while you can be such a lazy hog at times....(Smiles Softly) You're just as sweet and helpful as Brushy Brown was. And it's all the more reason why I've fallen over heels for you~ (Kiss Sonic on the Cheek)

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly While Blushing a Little) Well, I'm glad I'm able to live up to the expectations with the handsome devil himself!~ (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Speaking of which, you I would look good in that green suit of his or....nah?

Amy: I think so. (Starts Smirking Seductively) Not sure if you know this by now, but I just so happen to be fond of men in uniforms~

Sonic: (Smirks Back) Really now?~ Are you also fond of men giving you kisses all day long?~

Amy: (Giggles Softly) Yes please~

The couple leans forward to kiss one another on the lips, until the sudden sound of a ring tone startled them both.

'Follow me inside! Outside! Through the Stratosphere!~'

Amy: (Sighs Heavily While Pinching the Bridge of her Nose) Great........The meetings about to start.....

Sonic: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Meeting?

Amy: Remember that whole Resistance group me, Knuckles, and the others form a long while ago? Well, since then, we've been attending their meetings for some time, discussing how we keep the city safe from Eggman and other word level threats and most of which lasted for way too long that it makes me want to die!

Sonic: How long are we talking exactly?

Amy: Three to four hours. Five, whenever a heated debate starts. And the meeting is supposed be every Mondays and Wednesdays. What day is it today?

Sonic: Uh....Tuesday?

Amy: Exactly. So, tell me why we're having another today when we JUST had one last night!?

Sonic: Last night, huh? So that explains the bags under your eyes......

Amy: Yeah, hated how noticeable it is. ('Sigh') But there's really not much I can do right now, but to ao and-

Sonic: (Already on Amy's Phone) Wassup, Wassup! Sonic's the name, speed my game! And you've reached the house of the cute and awesome Amy Rose, who is not available at the moment. So please, be cool and leave her a message after the beep, will ya?

Knuckles: (On the Other Line) Sonic, what the hell are you-

Sonic: BEEEEEP BYE! (Quickly Ends the Call Before Letting Out a Relived Sigh) ('Phew') (Makes to Finger Guns With a Smirk on his Face) Piece of cake.

Amy: (Surprised by What Just Happened) Sonic, what did you just do!?

Sonic: Saved you from wasting three to five hours on another meeting. Now you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing and watching TV with yours truly.

Amy: You did all this for me?

Sonic: (Smiles Brightly) Of course! Now, i know it wasn't professional of me to up amd lie to them like that, i couldn't have my own girlfriend getting tired over some boring city meeting- (Immediately Gets Hug Tackled by his Girlfriend) -Oof!

Amy: (Happily Snuggles onto her Boyfriend) Ohh my sweet, darling, Sonic, I'll never forget this!~ Thank you so much!~ But you do realize Knuckles is gonna eventually kill the both of us, right?

Sonic: (Shrugs) Eh. We can deal with Knucklehead some other time. (Gives Amy a Seductive Smirk of his Own) In the meantime, don'tcha think we've got some unfinished business to start on right now?~ With only to the two of us can handle~

Amy: (Smirks Back) Come to Momma Rose~

The couple continues their cuddle session by snuggling and kissing one another on the kiss. For a moment it was a start of a very relaxing day for the both of them. That is until it came into screeching halt with a loud knocking sound.

'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'

Knuckles: (Outside on the Doorway) SONIC! AMY! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!

Sonic: Or we can deal with him now apparently......

Amy: ('Sighs in Defeat') So much for our free time.....

Knuckles: QUIT MESSING AROUND AND OPEN THIS DOOR NOOOOOOOW!!!

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[the-writing-trash-panda]

My Favorite Blue

Pairing: Snotlout x Ruffnut

Words: 1111

Prompt: gazing into each other’s eyes

Genre: fluff

Time: after 2nd movie

To think that they had started dating because of a simple staring contest was baffling, to say the least. Ruff had almost won and Snotlout knew it so he said the first thing that came to mind that he thought would make her blink. “Your eyes are beautiful” Ruff’s mouth fell agape as she tried to process what he had said. Yeah, he was known for flirting with just about any girl he met but something about this felt different. Though if she was being honest any time he flirted with her it was weird. It took her some time to realize that it wasn’t because she didn’t like him, rather it was the opposite; She loved him and that meant the Snoutlout she had grown up with not his ‘unbelievable charm’- his words.

“What did you say,” Ruffnut asked still thrown off by his comment.

“Your eyes are pretty,” Snotlout nonchalantly replied, grabbing his prize money and walking off. The blonde stared after her friend before shaking her head and deciding to chalk the whole thing up to him cheating and just go about her day. She could not go about her day; no matter what she couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. The more she thought about it the more she realized that he rarely complimented her appearance so why had he said anything about her eyes?

“Hey sis, are you going to get those boars or what?” The sound of her brother’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, well enough that she knew what he had said but she wasn’t acting like her usual self. After she threw the boars into the pit Tuffnut grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks as he studied her.

“Alright what happened, do you need me to kill someone?” Tuffnut asked, still holding his sister in place. Ruffnut thought about his offer for a minute before coming to the conclusion that she didn’t want to explain to Hiccup why Snotlout was dead. Swatting away her brother’s hands Ruffnut explained what had happened earlier fully expecting him to make fun of her but was caught off guard when he simply stated that it was because Snotlout liked her.

“What is wrong with guys Astrid, all of them have been acting so weird and it’s messing up my whole day!” Ruffnut yelled shaking the other viking. Astrid grabbed Ruff’s arms stopping the shaking and sitting her friend down on the cliff overlooking the ocean.

“Honestly I have no idea, sometimes I think they plan to do this just to mess with us,” Astrid said, sitting down herself and tossing some chicken over to Stormfly.

“Now, tell me exactly what happened before you came to talk to me.” Ruffnut went on to explain how Snotlout had said her eyes were pretty and then Tuffnut telling her that it was because he liked her as if she should have known that. She then went on to explain that she really did like Snotlout but wasn’t sure if he actually liked her or was just flirting with the next available girl, she also didn’t want to ruin the friendship she had had since she was a kid.

“Well if you want my opinion, the way he acts around you, even when flirting, is different. It’s not anything big but it’s enough that those who know him can tell. And you have noticed it you just pretend you haven’t because you’re scared of everything changing.” Astrid started, placing a gentle hand on the other girl’s arm.

“So what should I do, if you don’t give me good advice I’m just going to blow something up, maybe even him,” Ruffnut said, having a hard time handling all this as evident by the tightened grip on her two front braids.

“The best I can tell you is to talk to him, I mean what do you have to lose,” Astrid replied only to be shaken again as Ruffnut screamed about losing her best friend.

“Okay, okay you have a lot to lose; stop shaking me Ruffnut!” The Throston girl let go of her friend and pulled her knees up to her chest.

“Why does this have to be so hard, I just want everything to go back to the way it was,” Ruffnut said, her words muffled by her current position, gods she hated feeling like this.

Back in the village, Snotlout walked over to where Tuffnut was testing weapons, much to the dismay of Gobber. Looking around the stout viking noticed that Ruffnut was nowhere to be found. “What happened to your other half,” he asked picking up one of the axes and admiring it before haphazardly throwing it over his shoulder.

“Girl time with Astrid, whatever that means,” Tuff answered, swinging a mace a bit too close to Gobber’s face, causing the older man to kick the two out of his shop.

“Hey, Hiccup is in a meeting right now, you want to go ransack his house,” Snotlout suggested, “I would invite Ruff but her and Astrid are probably too busy doing each other’s hair.” The two ran off to Hiccup’s hut laughing their heads off, whether it was because of what Snotlout had said or what they were about to do Gobber wasn’t sure.

“Listen, Ruff I know it’s hard but if you just keep on bottling up your emotions things are only going to get worse. Heck, he might even get tired of pursuing you and find someone else. Now that I’m saying that out loud I realize it isn’t helping.” Astrid said as she and Ruffnut walked through the village. Ruffnut opened her mouth to respond only to be stopped by an explosion coming from Hiccup’s hut.

“What in Thor’s name are you two doing!” Astrid yelled spotting the two culprits. Before they could even open their mouths to answer she began chasing them. Ruffnut, who had been considering everything Astrid said took this time to pull Snotlout aside and drag him off so that they were out of sight of everyone else.

“What’s up princess, finally realized that I’m the best choice,” Snotlout teased but when Ruffnut just kept her back towards him and didn’t respond he dropped the act and placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Is something wrong, you’ve been acting strange ever since the staring contest,” Snotlout asked concern lacing his voice. Ruffnut took a deep breath, calming her nerves before turning around and placing a sloppy kiss on the now even more confused viking. It didn’t take long for him to get over the shock however and soon had her face in his hands and her lips on his.

[biglittleluobo]

大家好！好久不见！

Sorry I’ve been away for quite some time, I’ll be gone for a little more and life has been busy preparing. Next week I’m going to China for the first time!!!! I’ll be there for around 5 weeks around Sichuan, Shanghai, and Hangzhou. I’m super excited to eat lots of food and experience the lunar new year in all of its chaos and cheer! I’m also hoping for a boost to my listening comprehension as part of my immersion, since I feel like I can usually express myself okay at this point. Time will tell…

As part of this milestone event, it also feels about time to drop Duolingo for good. Yesterday I reached a streak of 1111, which feels like a nice satisfying number. Tbh duolingo has mostly just been a counter for me for the past several months, tracking exactly how long it had been since I started learning, but I had pro anyways so I just kept it. Now that I’m just over 3 years in, it doesn’t seem worth it to keep. The lack of new content for Chinese as well as their dropping of real translators has helped me finally say it’s time to move on. It definitely was useful at the very beginning just for hammering vocab and bugging me to study, but there was sooooo much I had to learn outside of the app that I can’t imagine anyone trying to use it by itself.

Instead recently I’ve been using Du Chinese and loving it! The graded reader system is nice (I’m currently between intermediate and upper intermediate) and the topics are useful, including culture, slang, history, current events, and more! My favorite is the ability to turn any word in the stories into a flash card instantly. I was always too lazy to make my Anki by hand and just studying HSK premade decks seems a bit too dry vs learning in context, so the built in flash card + spaced repetition system works great for me. Highly recommend!!

Keep up all the good work my friends! I’ll try to be back more when I return and share some of the fun things I learned! 加油！

Wishing everyone a happy new year of the dragon! 祝大家新年快乐！恭喜发财！

[steeldaisies]

Heat and Lightning- E.M. x gn!reader

Summary: Eddie gets bored sitting in the trailer and decides to take reader on a drive in the middle of the night during a storm.

Pairings: Eddie Munson X gn!reader

Warnings: 18+ light swearing but still, late night shenanigans, stormy weather, Eddie smoking cigarettes, definitely kissing, Eddie tasting like cigarettes bc duh. Mild fluff

Word count: 1111 (I’m really proud of that number)

Let me know what you think! But please be kind!!

//Also, please don’t copy my work but feel free to reblog, comment, and like!!

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Eddie sighs dramatically for the fifth time in 10 minutes. “Y/n I’m soo bored!” You look up from your book lounging back on Eddie’s pillows at him in his flopped over form on his bed. In his current position he is hanging upside down and is picking at the fibers in the worn out carpet. “Well why don’t you think of something to do?”

You go back to focusing on your book but suddenly as you get back into it, the pages disappear from your sight. Eddie is now sitting back on his heels with your book in hand and a wide grin on his face.

How the hell he got up so fast without you noticing is astounding. Especially since he is the most clumsy person you know. You’re about to grab your book back when he raises it above his head out of your reach. His heavily ringed hand reaches out to stop you from making another attempt, eyes looking to you as if he’s about to make a compelling argument.

“We can go for a drive,” he finally says, grinning with excitement in his timber voice. “Eddie it’s lightning out,” you pointed towards his window where you could clearly see flashes like paparazzi were surrounding the trailer. He looks in the direction you’re pointing then back to you.

“Exactly,” he said, getting off the bed and putting his leather jacket and jean vest combo over his black flannel, “It’s only heat lightning. We should be fine as long as we stay in the van,” he declares as he tugs on his shoes, stands up, and holds out a hand to you.

Eddie managed to convince you to get into the van after several minutes of begging and bargaining. You’re now driving towards the outskirts of town where there’s less buildings and people. Looking around you, taking in the sites -well at least as best as you can through the heavy rain.

The scenery morphs from trees and overgrown weeds to barren hills of lush green grass. He turns up the radio blasting master of puppets. Bouncing in his seat, Eddie begins to serenade you with a private concert. Beating on the steering wheel with each cymbal crash.

“Taste me you will see

More is all you need

Dedicated to

How I’m killing you”

He shakes his head around, hair flying. Eddie reaches his hand out towards you in a claw like form.

“Come crawling faster

Obey your master

Your life burns faster

Obey your master, master”

He quickly snatched his hand away to begin pummeling the steering wheel once again.

“Master of Puppets, I’m pulling

your strings

Twisting your mind and

Smashing your dreams

Blinded by me, you can’t see a

thing”

As he sings the next lines he gives you a seductive smirk.

“Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll

Hear you scream

Master, master”

Blushing you try to hide your face but Eddie quickly pulls them away. He rests his hand on your thigh, giving a generous squeeze.

“Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll

Hear you scream

Master, master”

The storm continues to roll throughout the skyline of Hawkins, turning it various shades of blues and purples. Lightning scatters overhead like spiderwebs. After thirty minutes of driving Eddie pulls over to the side of the road to watch the sky as the rain pours harder.

He turns off the van and shuts off the radio. Fumbling in his pockets and with a victorious ‘Ah ha!’, he finds his pack of cigarettes. Luckily they were inside his jacket and never got wet when you both ran to the van about half an hour ago.

Eddie pulls a cigarette out, taps it on the carton, before placing it between his chapped lips. He looks over at your curious gaze, “figured I should just pull over so we don’t hydroplane out here on the backroads…” He flips open his lighter cupping the flame to the cigarette to light it. Closing the lighter with a metallic click before looking back at you again. “-it’d be hours before anyone would find us.”

Sitting with Eddie in the confines of the van felt safe, despite the rain pounding on the windows. The last of the smoke fell from his nostrils as he exhaled like a dragon deciding whether or not to burn down a village. Luckily in this case, Eddie was just lost in thought. He tamped the old ashes residing in the van’s built-in ashtray, that was well overdue to be cleaned, with his cigarette to put it out.

“I don’t think the rain will be letting up anytime soon… It seems to be getting worse,” you speculated as you looked out the passenger window. After the words left your lips, Eddie could sense your nervousness. He leaned across the gap between your seats and gently grasped your chin between his index finger and thumb guiding you to look into his eyes.

“Hey don’t -don’t worry about what’s going on out there. I know it seems scary but we’ve faced a lot worse.” You let out a heavy sigh trying not to roll your eyes. “Yeah but those were creatures of an alternate dimension… this is nature vs. us right now.” Eddie thought for a second, your chin still in his grasp. A streak of lightning suddenly lit up the sky as if daylight came in a flash.

Startled, you grasp Eddie’s arms. “Whoa okay -that, was pretty metal,” he exclaimed boisterously. You couldn’t help but laugh with him in his excitement. Looking into his deep brown eyes you could see the reflection of the lightning bouncing around. He was so close yet so far away. Eddie could feel the tension as he stopped laughing.

Eddie licked his lips, glancing rapidly between your own and your eyes. Before you could say anything at all, he kissed you. He kissed you with a combination of anxiousness and want. Eddie wanted to kiss you. He wanted to feel how soft your lips felt against his rough ones. His curiosity got to him when he wondered how sweet your mouth tasted.

Eddie’s smoke flavored tongue breached your lips, diving in tasting yours. Oddly the taste of his last drag, still permeating his mouth, sent a shiver down your spine. You barely pull away, your lips brushing his as you both collect your breaths. He smiles and laughs a little, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You giggle, a blush dusting over your face.

“Then do it again.”

So he did. Your lips reconnect, sealing together once more. As you get lost in the kiss, another large branch of white lightning blinds the night sky.

[spikybanana]

the starbook

(a wolfstar get-together story from pov meddling friends)

*marauders group chat*

james: friends comrades fallen ones heED MY CALL

james: we’re on code red!!!! 

james: I repeat. CODE RED

james: padfoot has found moony’s starbook!!!!!!

peter: lily pls send life support this man’s losing his mind

lily: omg what’s happening is he alright?

peter: pads is reading and prongs is staring at him they both look on the verge of hyperventilating tbh

dorcas: oh my god

dorcas: is this what I think it is? it’s really happening?

mary: bruh what are you all on about??

marlene: HOLY SHIT

marlene: also mary, sweetheart, you don’t remember the starbook?

james: mary how COULD you

peter: lmfao shame on you macdonald

james: it was the reason our operation was BORN

marlane: the day we discovered the cold shrivelled heart of remus lupin still had a soft side

lily: don’t be so mean marls

mary: um what

lily: remus is plenty unshrivelled and soft. I bet he makes playlists for all of us.

peter: yeah rly tho I hope he doesn’t

mary: ohhhhhhHHh

mary: The Notebook!!!

james: yes!!!!!

mary: !!!

mary: not the one where he copied out lines from like every song and poem that mentioned stars

mary: and were suspiciously reminiscent of sirius??

james: yyeeeeeeeaaaaaaa that’sss i 11!!!!!!!1111

marlene: pete how’s jamsey doing? seems he’s losing air fAst

pete: got 111 on the dial for both of em

lily: good on you!

dorcas: okay but I want updates?? what exactly is happening in your den?

peter: well pads is asking what it is but he obviously knows

peter: he looks like someone tried to drown him in a truckload of molasses

marlene: lmao aren’t you poetic

mary: sweet.

peter: hot molasses, probably

peter: cuz he’s blushing HARD

dorcas: aaahhhhhh

dorcas: my sweethearts

marlene: I will admit though the starbook is unbearably sweet

marlene: sirius better make sure he deserves it

dorcas: both our boys deserve the best and they deserve each other!!

lily: pete where exactly are you?

peter: spying from the kitchen counter

lily: james has been quiet, is he still around?

peter: yeah prongs ditched his phone a while ago, they’re on the couch having a Serious Conversation now

mary: you mean a Sirius Conversation

marlene: piss the fuck off macdonald

peter: I regret word choices but u know what I mean

peter: they’re just doing the thing they’ve been doing since forever

peter: now it’s soul-searching about the meaning of love and relationships and everything. 

dorcas: love seeing my boys having each other’s backs

marlene: lol where would all of you be without james

lily: he is sweet isn’t he

peter: holy shit no fucking way

mary: what’s happening

peter: front door opened, lo and behold

peter: it’s the author himself

lily: !!!!

dorcas: aaaaahhhhhhh

mary: yoooooooo

peter: ajskldfjsdkljs I think moony’s seen pads holding the notebook

dorcas: AAAAAAHHHHHH

lily: oh no poor remus!

mary: lmao fucking what

mary: yo pete you’d better get ready to call 111 for all THREE of them

marlene: scratch that

marlene: go straight to 999

peter: james is,, leaving them both,,,,, with a wink to sirius????

lily: JAMES

mary: um please this is god-tier theatre

mary: knew I should have recruited him

dorcas: oh come on now sirius get your shit together 

dorcas: remus don’t you dare run off

dorcas: they deserve each other so much

james: yeee boyy!!!! now pete please live update us???? I’m in my room now

james: what’s happening outside??

peter: they’re talking they’re talking

peter: moony looks

peter: worried? embarrassed? resigned? a tad angry? I literally can’t tell

marlene: given who we’re talking about it’s probably all of the above

peter: and padfoot is smiling? 

peter: oh wow moony’s laughing now, idk what sirius said!

dorcas: aww

peter: they’re talking some more,, steady progress

mary: as the plebeians say

mary: ‘now kiss’

peter: they’re getting distracted though 

peter: both their phones have been buzzing a lot

peter: ahh sucks. they’re losing the zone. it better not be some secret lover.

mary: ,,

mary: wait.

mary: it’s- not some secret lover it’s literally been us

marlene: OH M YFUCKING GOD YOU IDIOTS

marlene: WE’RE IN THE WRONG CHAT

dorcas: SHHHH YOU DORK

marlene: SORRY SORRY

peter: OH

peter: OH MY GOD NO

peter: OH MY GOD WHAT DO WE DO

lily: Pete stop messaging here you’re just giving them more notifications!!

marlene: okay but quick how the fuck do we delete like fifty messages for everyone nOW

mary: all of you are SO STUPID

mary: james?? where did he go?

peter: oh nO DON’T YOU RUN OFF NOW

peter: JAMES DON’T DO THIS TO ME

james: omg guys what happened 

james: I just went to order matching bracelets for them what did I miss???

mary: SOMEONE STOP HIM

peter: SOMEone help ME!

peter: no no no they’re checking their phones now

peter: oh NO THEY’RE LOOKING AT ME NOW 

peter: fuckfuckfuck if you don’t hear from me in an hour

peter: pls call 999

marlene: ah rip my dude

*utter silence in the chat as three dots intermittently appear to show either remus or sirius typing. almost half an hour pasts before the next messages appeared.*

remus: okay

remus: pads convinced me to not send an essay, so I’ll keep it succinct

remus: firstly, ALL of you owe us a fucking long explanation,

sirius: and secondly,

sirius: [replying to marlene: sirius better make sure he deserves it] thanks for the heads up marls x 

sirius: you’re right, my moony deserves the WHOLE DAMN WORLD

remus: <3

*chaos ensues*

[danhoemei]

9 books I intend to read in 2022

Tagged by @verycharismaticdragon thanks 💚

It’s already almost march so I guess I could list what I already finished ;d

1. Qi Ye (Lord Seventh) by Priest - ah the infamous prequel to TYK. I initially wanted to read it only to get to know Zhou Zishu’s past, but the more glimpses of Jing Beiyuan and Wu Xi I’ve seen in the fandom, the more I wanted to read it just for them. And oh boy did I enjoy. It wasn’t the easiest to read though, ngl. So Many Politics. And scheming. I love jby so much, what a mood. Anyway, I’m happy I read this novel for multiple reasons. And now I’m writing a xiyuan fic :’) help

Now, what’s on the list to go:

2. Reread Tian Ya Ke (Faraway Wanderers) by Priest - I planned to reread it for a long while, once I finish Qi Ye (I’ll do so after being done with that xiyuan fic). I’m so excited for it, to see the wenzhou disaster pair in a new light and catch all the details which I missed during my first read. But my other goal is to refresh the image of TYK characters before going back to my wenzhou fics and continuing a few WIPs which have been rotting in my folder :’)

3. Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect by Priest - I’ve seen so much art and it looks incredibly fun, I simply cannot resist.

4. Zhen Hun (Guardian) by Priest - I want to get to know it, after seeing it around in the fandom. Quite a few things ticked off the checklist of my tastes 👀 

5. Qian Qiu (Thousand Autumns) by Meng Xi Shi - I don’t know if I need to say why it’s here. Just good stuff.

6. Of all the Transmigrations, why am I a Prisoner? by 1111 - I’ve seen nice art from nightjar-draws and ohohsomething which coax me 👀 

7. The Magnus Archives - not really a book as it’s a podcast, but I will probably follow a transcript and it’s only words, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It’s been haunting me since I got pulled into wwdits and then made that one fatal post which blew up in TMA tumblr fandom. So I’m thinking of giving it a try out sometime this year, maybe when I need a change from danmei works.

8. A volume of poetry - still haven’t decided which one, I have a few at home which I read years ago or haven’t touched at all. I recently realised that although I’ve been writing stuff which could be considered poetry, I haven’t really Read (with Thoughts and some Analysis) any poetry since I finished school. So I wanna try reconnecting with that. Candidates from my shelves are: Wisława Szymborska, Leopold Staff, Czesław Miłosz.

9. Leaving space for whatever I’ll need to consume for the master’s thesis, most likely stuff on biometrics and maybe neural networks :’)

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Just wanna say, "intend [to read]" is a big word here, because that's quite a few titles, while I'm not only busy but also take long breaks between the series whenever I get inspired enough to produce some writing (that's exactly what happened after TYK last year and what's happening now after Qi Ye). So yeah, just listed a few titles high on my list, but not sure how many I'll manage to read. Still, excited for each if them!

Ayy dunno if you already did it or feel like doing it, free to ignore as always, @ashenwren @ohohsomething @nightjar-draws @cytharat @antique-forvalaka @theyilinglaozus @hedonistbyheart @domidoom @myshadowlovesfire @still-gathering-roses @miyakuli @a-very-fond-farewell 

[0lympia]

“so this is where it ends” izuku midoriya

summary: whether you like it or not, izuku midoriya is determined beyond belief. so determined to be a hero, he’ll even leave you behind.

inspired by: always forever by cults, forever by lewis capaldi, and a breakup that i recently went through that absolutely wrecked me (including some of the very same words that my ex said to me)

word count: 1111

warnings: angst, implied sex nothing explicit

part two here

When you’d first met Izuku Midoriya at the gates of UA in your first year his determination was so fiery and brilliant it was almost impossible not to fall in love with him. He didn’t look as muscular as some of your other classmates, but when he took his shirt off at the pool you learned that the guy was ripped. You’d watched him pick up the fridge in the dormitory kitchen with one hand when Iida’s phone had slid under it.

And then, after a lot of stuttering and blushing, the two of you became a couple. Much to the classes relief. They’d gotten sick of the two of you pining after each other like idiots after the first few months of school. So after Bakugo’s kidnapping scared Izuku into the mindset that he’d lose you he asked you out shortly after everybody had moved into the dorms.

And it was good, too good. Izuku was a sweet and caring boy who grew into an even sweeter and more caring man, and the two of you had made a quiet promise under the sheets after your first time together to always always be there for each other.

“I’ll love you forever,” Izuku had whispered to you, hot breath fanning across your face as a bead of sweat ran down from his temple to his cheek. His bare chest pressed tightly against yours, and you could feel his heart. “I’ll become the best hero for you. You and me, Y/N. Always, forever.”

“You and me,” You’d whispered back, feeling exhausted and completely fucked-out, “Always, forever.”

It’d been so much simpler then, even with all the villains that were always hot your classes tail. But now, graduation was fast approaching, and Izuku had been offered a job at the top hero agency in America. And he was going to take it.

The worst part? You didn’t even know until he’d begun packing up his things.

“Hey, Izu,” You’d greeted, coming into his room where he sat surrounded by half-full boxes. The concern already setting in, “What’s all this for? Graduations still a month away, you know that right?”

Izuku nodded, “Yeah, I’m leaving this weekend.”

“What?”

Izuku’s bed is void of his dorky All Might bedspread, the generic dorm provided sheets sitting neatly on his mattress. All the posters and pictures that he’d collected over the years weren’t on the walls anymore, and any evidence that the two of you had spent so much time together was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah.” Izuku says, voice bland, “It’s a great opportunity for me to become the best hero in the world. I’m going to be the next All Might, y’know?”

“Where are you leaving to, exactly?” You ask, still standing near the door, a pit growing in your belly as his next words build on his tongue.

“America.”

And just like that, you can feel your whole world crumbling around you, “I thought we were going to intern together though, Izu?”

Izuku shrugs, “I guess we’re not anymore.”

You and me. Always, Forever.

“So, what happens to us?” You ask, wondering if you should really even be here anymore. Wondering how much longer it takes before either of you notice that tears have begun to roll down your cheeks.

“Nobody said that we’d last forever, Y/N,” Izuku says, finally turning to look at you from over his shoulder, “That doesn’t mean we didn’t try.”

There’s tears in his eyes too, glistening on his lower lash line. He turns away again, focusing his attention back on the All Might figurines he’d been returning to their original packaging.

“You should go,” Izuku says after a moment of silence, “It’s not in your best interest to see me anymore.”

“I can help you pack,” You whisper, voice wobbling even as you try to keep it steady, “You’ll come say goodbye to me before you go right?”

“I don’t want or need your help,” Izuku snarls, voice dropping to the same tone she’d only ever heard him use when he was fighting villains, “If I have the time I’ll come see you and say goodbye. Now leave me alone.”

“What happens to us, Izu?”

“You and I will be done once I leave,” He says, placing one All Might figurine after the other into a box labeled ‘Merch’. “And I’ll be busy packing, so I probably won’t be able to say goodbye.”

“What happened to ‘Always, forever,’ Izuku?” You ask, voice finally breaking as you clutch at them hem of the hoodie Izuku had given you almost three years ago when you’d gotten cold on the way home from a movie.

“I don’t love you anymore,” He says, “And can you give me all my clothes back?”

“Yeah, sure,” You mutter, and without thinking you’re walking, no, running, back to your dorm as subs threaten to tear from your throat. And in your dorm you find yourself staring at all the evidence that you and Izuku had been something, that you’d been so so in love and it doesn’t feel good anymore.

So as you finally fall to the floor with sobs falling from your lips, ignoring the incessant knocking that you know as Bakugo at your door. The words finally come.

so, this is where it ends.

“Oi, Y/N!” Bakugo shouts from the other side of the door, and it’s quiet for a moment before his voice comes again, softer this time, “If you don’t let me in I’ll let myself in. I wanna make sure you’re alright. I saw you cryin’.”

this is where it ends

And you let Bakugo in.

this is where it ends.

When Izuku left that weekend, he didn’t say goodbye, and Iida delivered all the clothing that Izuku had given to you back to him. Bakugo let you cry in his room while he took down all the pictures of you and Izuku hanging in your door.

“He didn’t deserve you,” Bakugo tells you one night, as you watch another one of your classmates pack up their things and move to their new home closer to their new agency.

And then as you pack up your own things and move into the nice apartment that you and Bakugo had decided to rent that was near the agency the two of you had chosen, still a little sad, and watching Izuku appear on the news for his debut in America.

“This is where it ends,” You say to Katsuki, who really isn’t as impatient as he seems.

“No,” Katsuki says, a smug grin on his face, “This is where it begins.”

So, this is where it ends, Izuku.

[decepti-thots]

I thought I would post this here, since so (so, so) many of you kindly signal boosted around and were interested in it:

[ID: tweet from Stuart Webb reading:

And what's bigger than Godzilla? The amount raised by Eugenesis. A prefers to be anonymous bidder has just paid $1500, or £1111 and change. Which I believe is the most a copy of Eugenesis has gone for. They also covered the PayPal fees. Tomorrow, this goes to the charities.

Tomorrow because there is beer involved in my evening now, so let's do this with a clear head. But, because of the generosity of the winner, and to make a nice round figure for everyone, I will personally top up the amount so each charity gets exactly £400.]

Thank you to everyone on here who helped spread the signal boost post, I know a TON of people bid and a really huge number of people spread the word when I cross posted it on Stuart's behalf over here. That's a big chunk of change for these charities and it warms my cold dead trans heart to know folks in this fandom are so great. <3