#maybe some smut later

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 1)

hey everyone! I’m new to using Tumblr to post my writing but I figured I would give it a try. I have this Joe Quinn story I’ve been working on. It isn’t done and I honestly have to fight to find time to write so I don’t know if it will ever be done but I wanted to share what I have so far and I will share new chapters when/if I can write them. Hope you enjoy (: (also idk what the title is if it’s stupid, I couldn’t come up with anything better lol)

(no mature/sexual content in this part but may eventually be in future parts - Minors caution)

Chapter 1 - Photo Op Surprise

You were in line at Fan Expo Philadelphia waiting for your photo op with Joseph Quinn, who played none other than Eddie "the freak" Munson, your best friend Rachel, who also happened to be your older brother's girlfriend, by your side. You two have been friends since before they were together, matching tattoos and all, so having you as a possible future sister-in-law was a very exciting road for the both of you. She was a bit older than you, 35, the same age as your brother. She liked Stranger Things too, but she didn't quite understand the obsession you had with Joe. She supported you all the same. She hates the city and driving in it but "risked her life," as she would call it, for you to finally meet this man. Cons really weren't her thing either. She just knew how important it was for you and didn't want to leave you going alone.

"Mack, this is it. You've been waiting 6 months for this," she said as you neared the booth curtains, grabbing your arms in excitement.

"Don't remind me, I'm already shaking," you responded through a nervous giggle. You made it to the front of the line just outside the curtains. A Fan Expo worker scanned the QR code from your phone and escorted the two of you through. There was still another curtain between you and the photo booth, but it was opened by the person in front of you just enough that you got a peak at Joe. You exhaled nervously, eyes widening. "Oh my God, it's an all-black outfit today. I'm officially dead," you said to Rachel, earning a laugh from her.

"You'll be fine, just breathe."

The line kept moving forward as each person posed with him. A worker let you inside the second curtain and there were only two people ahead of you. Your hands were shaking, your breath hitched.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," you were whispering to what you thought was yourself, but Rachel laughing beside you let you know it was louder than you thought. The person right in front of you walked up to Joe, leaving you next in line. Your anxiety peaked and you could feel yourself sweating. Your friend stayed back to let you have your moment when it was time. The person in front of you walked away from Joe and he turned his attention to you. Those big chocolate brown eyes met yours combined with a crooked smile as you walked up to him. "Hi," you managed to force out shyly.

"Hello there," Joe said to you and put his arm around your back, starting to pose for the photo. Your skin tingled under his touch. You smiled up at him in awe and turned to the camera, wrapping an arm around his back, and placing the other hand on his stomach.

Holy shit, ABS, you thought to yourself. You could feel yourself blushing. The camera flashed and you turned to Joe.

"Thank you," you said to him quickly, trying to move along and not hold up the line.

"Enjoy your day," he replied as his arm guided you away on the small of your back, the physical contact and British accent turning your cheeks even more red. You started for the exit curtain, your friend running over to catch up.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," you started again once both of you were outside the curtain. Rachel laughed and started handing you your bags that you had to leave behind for the photo.

"You did it!" she squealed, grabbing your shoulder.

"I did it," you assured with a smile, your hand shaking as you reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Holy shit, that just happened."

"Hell yeah, it did! I feel like a proud mom," she said, earning a laugh from you.

The two of you followed the path made by curtains out of the booth area and towards the photo pick-up line. Once you were checked out by staff, you walked up to the photo table. Yours was the only one lying there at the time, and you squealed as you picked it up to get your first look at it.

"Oh my God, it looks so good!" You showed Rachel and she smiled. A huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. You didn't have the most confidence and had been worried for months that you would look like a potato standing next to Joe - if your head or body was turned an inch, it wouldn't look right because it wasn't your good angle – but it was PERFECT. You glanced down at his hand around your back and you got a little weak in the knees all over again.

"Look at you! It's so cute!" she said, pointing at your hand on his stomach. You blushed and let out a small squeal.

"I just touched Joseph Quinn's abs," you said aloud, letting out a hitched breath. Rachel laughed and whipped out her phone. Your brother's name showed on her screen. She was getting a FaceTime call. He had a way of having impeccable timing. She swiped across the screen and his face popped up.

"Hey babe, how's it going?" he asked before she could say anything. She turned her phone camera towards you and he saw you holding your photo and smiling excitedly. "Heyyyy, that's awesome! And you didn't die."

"I almost did," you exhaled with a nervous laugh. "I touched Joseph Quinn's abs," you repeated, earning a laugh from him and Rachel. You stared down at your photo as the two of them had a brief conversation since it had been a few days since they saw each other. She hung up the call and you headed towards the hallway.

You got in line at a table where protective sleeves for the photos could be purchased when someone tapped on your shoulder. You turned around to see the worker that had let you into Joe's photo booth.

"Oh, hey," you greeted her curiously, wondering what she could possibly want. She sneakily handed you a folded-up piece of paper and leaned down close to your ear.

"This is for you. From Joseph."

Those words caused your eyes to widen and your extremities to freeze in place.

"F-for me?"

"He told me to give this to the blonde girl with black glasses and white dress that just came through. Pretty sure that's you," she smiled, patting your shoulder as she walked away. You looked at Rachel with a both surprised and confused expression. She shrugged her shoulders, silently agreeing with your emotions.

"Open it," she said excitedly. You grabbed the edge of the paper, struggling to grasp it with still shaking hands. You finally managed to fold it open and there was scribbly handwriting and some numbers.

You are absolutely beautiful, darling. Text me, if I would be so lucky. -JQ

Your eyes widened as you turned to Rachel, who let out a gasp before your eyes made it to her, as she had already read it over your shoulder.

"Oh my God," you said, your voice cracking into almost a whisper.

"You HAVE to text him, Mack," she said, trying to keep her voice down since there were other fans passing close by.

You stared at the note in disbelief. Was this a prank? Am I dreaming? You hadn't pinched yourself, but it was definitely a possibility. The thought crossed your mind that it could have been written by someone else, but you looked closer at the handwriting and you knew it was his. You recognized it from seeing personalized messages he added to his autographs that other fans had shared on the internet from other conventions. As much as your brain was trying to convince you it couldn't possibly be from him, you knew it was, and that was amazing and scary at the same time. Why would he like me? I'm nothing special. He thinks I'M beautiful? HOLY SHIT. Thoughts raced through your mind until you were interrupted by your friend's voice.

"You might want to stash that somewhere before someone sees."

"Good idea," you responded, shaking your head back to reality and sticking the note in your dress pocket.

Story Master List

[misc-obeyme]

9 Days of Solomon: Day 8 - Barbatos

Okay, I see the shade here. Barbatos is the prompt for day eight lol.

I was kinda struggling with the prompt because any time I started to write a scene that Barb was actually in, he took over the whole thing. (Sorry, it's my bias as usual.) And these are the 9 days of Solomon so... I ended up just writing about him being eighth on the list lol. Mostly I thought MC would ask Solomon about it and I really think Sol would take the opportunity to flirt with MC.

You noticed right away, of course. Back in your own time, in the present, Barbatos and Solomon had a close relationship. They were friends and they trusted each other. But here in the past, things were different.

Of course you noticed. This was calm, collected Barbatos. Until he saw Solomon and then he displayed a level of anger and dislike that you had never seen from him.

You would never forget the look on Barbatos's face in the labyrinth beneath the castle when Solomon summoned him. When Solomon commanded him to open a portal to transport everyone out of there. The subsequent banishment of your teacher to some far away place as a response.

If you could have told Barbatos that you were from the past, you would have. Just to ask him what that was all about, to tell him that you were aware that something weird was going on.

It turned out that you had the opportunity to ask him anyway and nothing could have prepared you for the answer he gave.

Solomon seemed just as stunned by it as you were.

To think that a demon as peaceful as Barbatos always seemed to be would get so riled up about being eighth on Solomon's list of demons to make a pact with.

It was so unexpected, you almost didn't believe it.

Solomon seemed to accept it, though, and you couldn't help but find the whole situation quite funny.

You were having tea and donuts in the kitchen of Cocytus Hall when you asked him about it directly.

"Did you really make a list like that?"

Solomon shrugged. "I suppose I did. But it wasn't exactly a meticulous thing, just something I was jotting down while I was thinking about it."

You sighed. "Barbatos seemed really upset about it, too."

Solomon frowned. "I didn't mean to hurt his feelings."

"I kind of get it," you said. "If you made a list of your favorite apprentices and I was eighth on the list, I would be upset, too."

"Ahaha!" Solomon laughed, nearly choking on the tea he had just taken a sip of. "MC, that's ridiculous! It wasn't a list of my favorite demons. And I would never make a list of favorite apprentices or demons."

You laughed, too. "Sure, if you say so."

Solomon reached across the table and took one of your hands. He was still smiling, his eyes sparkling. "Anyway, you're far more than just my favorite apprentice."

The way he squeezed your hand made your heart race. You felt your gut flutter as you twisted your hand in his and interlaced your fingers. "Yeah, but I am your favorite, right?"

Solomon shook his head slowly, still smiling. "Do you actually have to ask?"

Of course you didn't. Maybe there was something more to Barbatos's unusual display of disgust and maybe there wasn't. Maybe there was more to what happened between them than Solomon wanted to share with you and maybe there wasn't. But that was between them, in the end.

You couldn't help but be curious about it, though. Maybe you would ask Barbatos more about it later, when your heart wasn't busy doing flips at the look in Solomon's eyes.

day 1: stars | day 2: nostalgia | day 3: knife | day 4: ocean | day 5: pact (nsfw) | day 6: snow | day 7: familiar | day 9: humanity

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[neverevan]

Wip Word Search 🔍

rules: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do) and share the lines where they show up in your WIPs

my words: affect, great, opposed

1. affect from the mudslide fic ☔️

He watched as Eddie got up from the couch, carefully depositing Christopher’s legs from his lap before turning back to him and planting a soft kiss onto the top of his soft curls. He was getting too old for these kinds of affections when awake and — as much as he couldn’t wait to see Christopher become his own, independent person — Buck desperately wanted to halt time. It wasn’t a fair thing to think; Chris wasn’t exactly his kid to begin with and regardless of what Eddie’s will said would happen after his death, Buck's place in their lives wasn’t set in stone, so he savored every tiny moment he could. Somewhere along the last handful of years, Eddie and Christopher became Family, with a capital F. Buck loved Chris like he was his own and his feelings for Eddie were clear as day — only if not for the man himself. It was better that way, Buck reasoned. He probably wouldn’t let Buck hang around all the time, if he’d have known. Eddie probably didn’t think of them that way anyway. Buck ran his fingers through the curly hair tickling his cheek and pulled the kid’s small frame just a fraction closer, relishing in the moment of stillness.

2. great from the jealous eddie fic 🧇

“So uh t-tell me about yourself, you know, hobbies, pets, family, whatever.” “That’s pretty broad.” Jason chuckled and Buck felt his cheeks heat up immediately. Wow, he really hasn’t been on a proper date in such a long time that apparently he lost the ability to make conversation. Great. “Sorry I—” “Relax, Buck. It’s alright.” His shoulders sagged a little at that. “I guess cycling is a hobby, right? I’m not allowed pets at my place and uh… Two sisters, parents live in Nevada.” “Uh great, that- that’s great! I have a sister too, my parents live in Pennsylvania though.” Jason assessed his face for a long moment before he leaned back in his chair with a small sigh. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem much more nervous than before. Is everything alright?” “Uh yeah— yeah, I’m fine, just…” Buck sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Eddie, my uh my partner at the 118, he’s been acting kinda weird about us going out. I just… I don’t know, I guess I got a little into my head about it.” A disapproving frown tugged at the patch of skin between Jason’s eyebrows for a moment, before it disappeared with a sigh. “So he’s one of those guys then.” Buck knew what he meant instantly; the type of guys who were just too macho not to feel threatened by even the mere mention of two men dating. Of course, it couldn’t have been further from the truth —  and Buck was quick to make that clear. “N-no, not at all! He’s a good guy, great actually. He’s my best friend.”

3. opposed from the breeding kink fic 🛏️

“You might be right,” he breathed, leaning over Buck and slipping his hands under his thighs for more leverage, “maybe we should just stay here like this forever.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment when he bottomed out again. It wasn’t a plausible or in any way realistic idea, really, but Eddie found that he still wasn’t opposed to the fantasy of it. Especially not when Buck’s warmth enveloped him so perfectly, while he got to watch his chest rise and fall quicker and quicker, listen to his quiet whines and grunts as Eddie sped up his movements until he hit a steady rhythm and smell as fresh sweat broke through the lingering scent of their shared body wash; tea tree and mint. His hair was still damp from their shower and that was one thing they didn’t share; the shampoo — and god, Eddie was grateful that it never became something that he’d lose on the account of getting used to smelling it on himself, so now he could let the fruity and fresh scent of green apple, and something that uniquely belonged to Buck wash over his senses.

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[sugarcandydoll]

guys guys i officially started watching obx hehehe im so excited ♡

[osaemu]

good night tumblr dot com

[presiding]

just saw that there's a monster in the hull update and realized i'd missed three of those........this + the audio are such treats giggling and kicking my feet about it fr. going to leave a comment on the fic itself but in the meantime needed to drop a letter on here to say i love the way you write billie--her loneliness, her thoughtfulness, distrust of yet attraction to emily and everything she represents........not to mention the way she's haunted by daud, the longing for a life she can't fathom and will never have !!! society if everyone gave billie the complexity she deserves. and your banter and prose are stunning as always lord everything abt this fic is so good. bringing wine to you on the deck to drink together about it in spirit and yes pun intended

🙏😭 thank you so so much I don't know what to say! that's amazingly kind of you ♥ its a genuine pleasure to like. double down on themes and nuance and less popular characters and just like. idk. trustfall into the fandom that there's people with taste like you, and you can invite them onto your metaphorical deck for wine and meaningful looks 🍷♥♥♥

re: billie - no one else in the dh universe comes close to whatever she has going on

hiding my thoughts about writing dh2 billie >

there's so much material to her!

i thought i'd never write for dishonored 2 (not derogatory - its my favourite game). its undoubtedly linear & doesn't have the mystery or grit of dh1 IMO.

but i saw lapin post that billie & emily comic, and i saw a few other people i respect mention billie/emily and it had me rotating them until the abjection/emily-monster thing clicked and then it was downhill from there

but there's more to think about - what billie has been doing with herself, how she feels about daud & the whalers at this point in her life, her relationship with sokolov (god.a separate rant), her history in karnaca & dunwall, emily's place in the empire and how that fits into billie's story, her lifelong revenge arc, and comparisons between jessamine & deirdre.

like. when you consider billie's perspective you realise how fucking badass she is for going back to dunwall. she not only did it scared she did it scared for her life. suicidal level flimsy disguise trapped in a tin can with your enemy. etc

PLEASE tell me if you ever decide to post that daud & billie fic you mentioned a while back :O

[nanpecan]

update on the new nanami wip ehehe

[wanderingpages]

He covers my mouth with his hand, eyes twinkling in mischief when he leans in closer, his breath against my jaw causing a warm tingle to spill into the pit of my stomach. “Be quiet,” Cardan tells me and I suck in a breath at his startlingly low tenor. A charm he knows he can’t quite use, yet the feeling it invokes is still subtle and teasing every cell in my blood. Maybe I forget to exhale because I start to feel lightheaded.

His tongue darts out, a warm trace against my skin and suddenly my chest is heaving against his, senses starting to flood and heighten. I feel the trail of his finger tip slide from the center of my throat to right between my breasts where my unsteady heart drums into his finger pad. My chest tightens, heavy and straining against my clothes, at the sensation of not being touched where I desperately want to be.

He lifts his head enough for me to make out his sharp edges despite the dim lighting. The moon casting its light through tall windows, weaving through stacks of papers and books, is the only way of light I have. Cardan licks his lips if not obscenely then very much wickedly, and so very aware of my lidded eyes that follow the dart of his tongue hungrily. If he’d not been holding me up, I’m sure I’d already be on my knees. His finger taps against my sternum, jarring me with its uneven beat. His eyes cast down, catching the bob of my throat as I swallow. His finger suddenly pressed on my skin — not hard, but enough pressure to cause a reaction. Slowly he moves it up and down, gently rubbing my skin until it feels raw.

“Can you do that for me, Jude?” It’s silent between us for the beat it takes me to understand his question, to run it back to what he’s requested; nothing but my heavy breaths and his nearly mirthful gaze. And then the bustle of noise behind the door we’re planted against, reminds me of why my answer should be no. I’m nervous now, for a completely different reason. The arms at my side twitches but I find my self stunned, unable to move them from their limp positions. Would I push him away if I could?

I know I wouldn’t when I find myself nodding slowly in final answer, my fluttering eyes trying to maintain his eye contact, my body feeling electric at the anticipation. He finally lets his digit reach the neckline of my bodice fingering the laces before he pulls at the knot and peels the fabric away from my skin. It’s just enough to expose my breasts, to let the air taste my skin. He draws a line down the path of on breast, filling the curve to the pointed tips. My moan is muffled against his hand, sounding like a pitiful whine when he only traces his path back to the center of my chest and down the other breast. I shut my eyes, willing my trembling hands to fist tightly to relieve my racing mind, to focus on the pricks of pain my fingernail instills on my palms instead of the overbearingly light touches from King Cardan.

“Promise me, Jude,” he removes his hand from my mouth, bringing it to the side of my jaw, inching his digits to weave into my hair. My lips part, greedily sucking in air. I feel absolutely minuscule standing before him in the dark than I ever did standing beside him on a dais. “Promise you’ll stay quiet for me,” completely aware that he’s unable to charm me, yet trusting me enough to keep my word. I peer up at him, wondering how we’ve gotten to this point. There’s a banquet or a party or a revel occurring just on the other side of this wall, and he’s here with me, hiding like school kids playing hooky.

My hands finally move on their own accord. I find the waistband of his pants, nestling my fingers against his warm skin, pleased to feel the tightening of his muscles if only for a moment. I pull him closer to me, or he lets me, at least, letting our hips meet. “If I don’t?” I whisper, brazenly. “If i scream your name right now?” His fingers grip my hair tightly, yanking my head back, forcing my gaze up. The hand that had been tracing my skin finally settles atop a breast, my nipple now caught between two of his fingers rolling it taught. I let out a noise, caught at the back of my throat, muffled by my own volition, finding that I’ve subconsciously decided I’m willing to play his game. Maybe it had been decided when he offered me his hand earlier and I took it without a thought, let him lead me away and didn’t think twice about entering the dark room with him.

He pinches me harder, testing me, and my mouth opens in a silent gasp. I tighten my grip on his pants, knuckles embedding into his skin. “I promise…” I whisper inaudibly. He brings his head closer as if to hear me better. When his fingers in my hair loosen, I lean forward burying my face into the crook of his neck. “I promise,” I repeat onto his skin. I bite down on his neck when the onslaught on my nipple becomes too much to bear. My fingers flatten against his stomach, just under his shirt and I think fleetingly that it feels wrong, somehow more dirty, that both of us are still clothed fully,

He eases his fingers on my breast, taking the pad of his thumb to soothe at the reddened skin. My body quakes but I’m at his mercy tonight. Cardan brushes my hair back, gentle as he skims the side of my cheek and guides my head backwards to look at me. He bends and traces my parted lips with his tongue. “Ah,” I let out, managing it to reel it in at the last second. It tickles when the rough tip licks at the supple skin of my lips. He teases before entering my mouth and stroking my tongue with his, coaxing it further into his mouth, sucking it and tasting it, coercing a sloppy dance that brings heat to my cheeks and down my chest.

My knees quiver, and my heart suddenly spasms when there’s a knock on the door. My body tenses, pulling away from him, panicked, when the knock becomes more insistent. Cardan is unbothered, however, only managing to quirk his brow, daring me to do a thing. The knob on the door jiggles roughly and I only understand much later that Cardan had locked the door before he’d even press my back against it.

He places a kiss to my neck, a nip on my skin just below, a stroke of his tongue just under, then quietly trails his lips to my neglected breast. Warmth engulfs the hardened peak as the door jerks behind me to no avail. “Hello?” Someone calls and I feel even more panicked when I realize that I recognize the voice. I let go of my hold on Cardan, one hand moving to grip deep in his curls as if seeking stability. The other hand is fisted and bitten down on by my teeth.

His tongue flicks at the bud, circles the pointed nerves, then gently bites down on it. I could cry, I realize, with how attentive he’s being, with how hyper aware he’s made me. He holds a palm flat against my stomach as if to keep me from sliding on to the floor, to keep my knees from locking. He takes more of me into his mouth sucking and lapping at my encased nerves. I bite down hard, grip his hair even harder.

“Is anyone in there?” Someone asks, irritation is in their tone now, aggression in their shove against the door, enough to make me wonder idly just where had Cardan dragged us? It’s fleeting though, because Cardan tugs at both nipples now, by hand and mouth respectively, and I bite down harder on my knuckles, tasting metallic not long after. He pulls away slowly to look at me, then winks when the aggravator on the other side threatens something like treason.

Cardan’s hand skims my body to meet the overstimulated skin, to thumb at the tenderness. He kisses my neck a few times, ignoring the commotion on the other side of the door, ignoring my turmoil, but utterly attentive to the way I’m spasming at his every touch. He holds me now, with a hand to the small of my back, the other one guides my hand out of my mouth. He kisses it sweetly, against every red mark and broken skin I’ve scarred onto myself. “You did so well,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl, for me.” He lays my hand on his shoulder and reaches between us, fisting my skirts, bunching up the material and finding a thigh to hook on to his hip. He settles between my legs and presses against me, hard where all my nerves are soft and sensitive. Unable to hold it in, I drop my head to his shoulder and let out a whimper. “Should I reward you now?” He asks, hardness slowly moving against the heat between my legs. My nails dig at his skin when he concedes, “I’ll let you scream as loud as you want.”

[velociraptors-dont-lie]

Can't believe I lost that garrus fic. 😔 I thought I'd saved it for later but apparently not. It had like a landscape image I think. Maybe it was about being stuck on a planet, or just being on a planet for a mission I have no idea, I didn't read it I saw "garrus" and I was like "done, saved" but dumb app didn't actually save it. 😔

[myouicieloz]

hello btw, my lovelies ˆˆ I'm back from my trip n straight to the evil lab. to COOK for you mwah.

[six-of-ravens]

Okay, I have about 100 pages left in Veniss Underground, so I'm going to shut my phone off, set a timer for an hour, and try to finish it. It's a quick read once I get into it. Might also try to read while pacing the apartment bc my neck/jaw hurt and I think sitting scrunkled up on the couch is making that worse lmao.

My goal is to finish Veniss and then have zero reading obligations for the rest of the year. I need a break. I'm so burnt out that sometimes thinking about the books I want to read makes me a little nauseous, no matter how little pressure I put on myself goal-wise (this is the Year of Burnout for sooooooo many things). I might pick up a manga or comic between now and new years, something quick and light that can be read in a few hours, and I've actually been reading fanfic again recently which is a nice change, I fell off the bandwagon with it for a while bc I didn't have any fandoms I was passionate enough about to look up fic.

But! No novels! None! Braincell Recovery Time Only!!

[wxndswept]

"Rise and grind, gamers. Go get that Ooze for the Ninja Turtle items, got one day left. As for me? I'm already rockin' Super Shredder."

[crazywolf828]

Yeah so actually, turns outs, the best feeling is finding a really good fic that hasn't been updated in like six months, subscribing to it, then two days later waking up to a notification saying it updated.

[marsupialmenace]

*takes away the 'Dick Grayson loved the animals in the circus and played with them/Dick Grayson was babysat or raised by elephants' HC from people*

*replaces it with 'Dick Grayson was kept far away from the animals by his mother, and if he touched them he had to instantly wash his hands, and could only come into the tent if he cleaned himself'*

There, now you can have you Romani Dick Grayson.

[officialaemondtargaryen]

filling up my queue now, then im going to get absolutely fucking baked and watch succession and finish writing this next chapter of A Fine Line.

[lee-sanghyeok]

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