#snippets and blurbs

[firedrakegirl]

Inspired by this, and my early response to it. https://www.tumblr.com/write-it-motherfuckers/187672014692/wolfygecko-write-it-motherfuckers. This is from the amazing @write-it-motherfuckers!!! Seriously, go check out their prompts!

It was a cool autumn day, and I was enjoying wandering around the creek by halfway down my backyard. I enjoyed looking at the rocks in the creek bed, and occasionally harassing the spiders and fish in the area. Something extra sparkly caught my eye from deeper in the water. When I leaned in and picked it up, nearly face planting in the water in the process, I realized it was a small golden snake with emerald eyes. As I held it, it slowly started growing before it lunged around my wrist and swallowed its own tail to complete the circle. I let out a little shriek of panic and started working to get it off of me. there were no seams I could dig my nails into to try and remove it, it just flexed when I tried to pull it, and the rocks I used to try and break it ended up just bruising me instead.

“Fine. You win. For now.” I grumbled at it, heading back up to the house and grabbing my hoodie on the way. I had gotten a little wet, and while the cool air was normally quite pleasant, against wet skin it was a little much for me. I walked into my back door while pulling the fabric over my head before managing to get through it instead. No sooner had I closed the door than there was a knock on the front door. I adjusted the hoodie sleeve to cover my new bracelet. “Comin'! Just a moment!” I called, hurrying to the front door.

I opened it to see a blond man with some of the biggest muscles I've ever seen outside a body builder and a much slighter, but still large, man next to him. “Sorry to bother you, but our aunt lost her favorite bracelet up the creek. We're going door to door to see if anyone has seen it.” The slighter man spoke.

“It's a gold and emerald snake.” The massive man added helpfully.

I hummed, as though in thought. I was not a good liar, but some instinct was guiding me. “I was just down there but I didn't see anything. You're welcome to go look though. The hook for the fence is on the inside between my house and the next.” I gestured in the correct direction. “Feel free to take your time. If you need anything, just knock. I'm getting ready to make cookies for my fiancé.” Saying there was another person coming home soon should keep them from attacking me if they had nefarious plans.

“Your kindness will be rewarded.” Mountain man smiled at me. It was an open, kind smile, but I didn't trust it.

I knew they were looking for the snake that had latched around my wrist, but...no, there was something off about those two men. I sighed and headed to the kitchen. Even if I didn't have a fiancé, some butterscotch chocolate chip cookies would be really good about now. I set to work, mixing a double batch of dough, and plopping half of it in a bag to freeze for later....if I didn't just eat it raw

As I turned around to start rolling the dough into balls, I froze at the black haired man with his finger in the bowl of dough. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Shhh.” He turned to smile at me. His eyes were the same color as the eyes of the snake. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You don't want to alert the buffoons that something is amiss.”

“Tell me who you are, or I'll scream for them.” I hissed.

“I'm your betrothed.” He flashed a winning smiled at me.

“I don't have a fiancé.” I snapped.

“You've accepted my courtship offer.” He snagged my arm and pushed up my sleeve to reveal the snake bracelet.

“It attacked me!”

“It shouldn't have! Just wrapped around you.”

“Yeah, that's still an attack.”

“Look. Make the cookies and we'll talk. I promise to explain. I can remove the bracelet, but it will kill me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him again. “I'll let it slide until you explain. But you're helping me with the cookies.”

“What do you mean? They're delicious!”

“You get to roll them out and I'll put them in the oven.”

“You're so mean!” He pouted at me, but I could see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“You're the one guilting me into marrying you without even telling me your name.” I pointed out.

“Oh! I am Loki, of Asgard.”

“Pull the other one. Gods aren't real.”

“Oh, but we are! You'll get to meet so many gods as my wife.” He beamed, then paused. “Granted, several of them tend to try and kill me, but they just don't have a sense of humor.”

“Wait, so am I in danger?”

“You’ll be afforded certain protections as my wife.” He assured before pausing. “I’m sorry. I’ve been assuming your pronouns because you’re female presenting. I forget most people can’t shift. Do you prefer she/her?”

“Yeah, actually. Thanks for asking. I’m cisgender.” I clarified.

“I’m genderfluid, but I’ll switch to present appropriately.” Loki told me with a grin. “So no guesswork involved.”

“Okay, cool. Thanks. Now back to the danger to my life, please?”

“There are certain protections afforded to you as my wife.”

“You said that. What does it mean?”

“I have magic and will put plenty of protections on the bracelet and any other jewelry you wear daily.” He explained, starting to roll out the cookies under my directions. “And if I'm around, I'm will take the attention, nine times out of ten.” He smirk was almost proud.

I hummed, fixing some of his cookies. “So I'll save your life, which I'm sure is great. But what do I get out of it?”

“There will be gifts. To start, after being alive for centuries, I do have quite a bit of human money and treasure, so I can fund you.”

“Fund me?”

“Anything. Your life, hobbies, trips, anything.”

“And all I have to do is marry you?”

“Correct. I will need to live with you, of course, to prove that this is a true marriage.”

“Do we have to consumate the marriage?”

“I won't ask that of you until you are comfortable.”

“So we're engaged until I am.”

“Yes! So are you in?”

“Your cube cookies will melt into the usual circles.”

”That's no fun. And you didn't answer me.”

I sighed. “I know. I'll marry you, but we will be setting up boundaries and rules for the house. I don't know you and I don't believe you are a god, so you'll have to earn my trust.”

“The fact that you're giving me the chance is enough.” He said seriously.

I hummed and put the tray of cookies in the oven. “Very well. You get to come up with a believable story as to how we meet and came to be engaged so quickly, because I'll have to explain it to my family and friends.”

“We've been dating for a while, just in secret.”

“That won't fly. Coffee? Tea?”

“What kind of tea? And why not?”

“I'm close to my family. They'd know if I was dating someone. What kind do you want?”

“Lemongrass? Then, hm. Online friend? That's something people do, right? And maybe it's a convenience thing?”

“Okay, that could work. But you're gonna have to get to know me real well real quick for it to be believable. I don't think I have lemongrass. How about ginger peach turmeric?”

“I could make that work. On both counts.”

“Great. I'll put the kettle on. Go sit in there and I'll bring the tea in.” I pointed at the couch. “And I'm also going to need information on why being engaged will save your life.”

“It's a long story.” He said, settling as I started the kettle.

“I have time. Sugar? Honey?”

“I'm not big on nicknames.”

“I meant in your tea, dumbass.”

“Sugar, then. And a lot of it.”

“Somehow that doesn't surprise me.” I rolled my eyes before bringing out two mugs of tea. I knew I wasn't any better, but still.

“Thank you darling.”

“I don't know you well enough for you to be calling me that.”

“I should get into practice.”

“Then you're getting nicknames too.”

“Ugh.” He grinned at me. “I suspect this is going to be a fun adventure.”

“It'd better be, to make up for preventing me from marrying anyone I may have picked.”

He looked at me for a moment. “I'm surprised someone your age isn't married already.”

“Ouch.” I shot him a glare.

“No, that didn't sound right.” He raised his hands defensively. “Last time I was on Midgard, humans older than 25 were considered old maids. I'm glad that's not the case anymore.”

“Oh, it is for some, but not here. It's more important to be happy then married.”

“Did you want to get married?”

“One day, with the right person. I also wouldn't mind having kids.”

“How do you feel about adopting?”

“Adoption is good. My brother is adopted. Not willing to give me kids of our own?”

“I actually already have kids. Will that be okay?”

“I'll want to meet them.”

“That will be difficult, but we can make it work.”

“Why?”

“They're imprisioned for crimes they didn't commit.” His expression was dark. “This might get one or two of them freed, if they promise ot behave with their new mother.”

“So they're adults?”

“Yeah. Have been for a couple centuries.”

“Hmm. Still don't believe you're a god.”

Loki smirked at me, put his cup down, and shapeshifted into an absolutely massive black snake. His head towered over me, despite us both being on the couch.

I stared at him with wide eyes, then put out a hand slowly to touch him. I gave plenty of time for him to give me a sign he didn't want contact, but he was so pretty as a snake. He butted his nose into my hand and slithered over to me, making himself comfortable in my lap. “This only proves you're a shapeshifter, not a god.” I told him, glad to stroke his smooth scales.

[colleenmurphy]

"If something happens to me I want you to look after Dolly for me, Bear."

His younger brother's use of both his own pet name and Gator's girl's nickname alarmed him. Gator wasn't the soft type, he never could afford to be except around Colleen Delaney who lived down on Whitehouse Road. Her large green eyes and long dark hair made her look almost fae like. She was a manager down at the one and only gas station mini mart in town Red Apple Convenience, known by the locals as Pop's as it was owned and operated within the Delaney family for nearly as long as Okeechobee, the town of Copperline's closest neighbor, was founded. Col's grandad, Rabbie Delaney won the land in a card game and set up shop when he found out just how busy the tract of land alongside it now known as the State Route 78. Going on fif-seven years now every single Delaney within Robert James 'Rabbie' Delaney's direct family line has served behind the counter or out in the garage by the fuel pumps or in the tiny cook house where almost all of the food served there is made fresh daily and seasonally. Col was the eldest and only granddaughter and descended from the Sheehan clan maternally, a serious stern faced warm hearted quick tempered bunch from over the line into the hills of Georgia, moonshine runners. The Delaney side was equally quick tempered but the fire the slowly built and they could sniff out a liar and cheat in a second. Given her innocent large green eyes, an Irish ancestor throw back and her creamy complexion Gator had taken to calling her Dolly way back in Miss Keating's first grade class and it stuck. Just last week there was an attempted hold up situation on Dolly's shift and the would be robber was left with a gunshot wound to the leg, a shattered kneecap and badly grazed shoulder. Not a single penny was taken or a hair on Dolly's or her fellow cashier's head, a local stoner by the name of Hemple Coyne, were out of place. The cops showed up once Mrs Kathleen Flannery from the house down the road called in hearing gunshots coming from Pop's. Bear, his given name Royal James Lerner the third...or sometimes simply Roy Lerner, was the one and only sheriff's deputy and had been the one to take the report as Dolly's godfather, Harvey Starling was out on a much needed vacation.

"I hate to break it to ya, Little Brother but Dolly can take care of herself. Ask Ronnie LaCoy over in Okeechobee county jail..."

Roy passed the hand rolled cigarette of his brother's finest flower back and exhaled slowly. Gator was the quick dark eyed dark haired tanned one of the two. Mellow yet alert. Bear, the larger taller slower moving of the two was light eyed and ruddy haired lighter in the summer to a warm blonde and darker red in the cooler autumnal months. He had the strength of three grown men and the patience of four until he'd been pushed too far.

"It's not what I mean, Roy. I mean...if I go back there and I don't make it home please take care of her. She lost her Mama last year and Jigger Jim's not too far behind. Two of her younger brothers are making their way out in the oil fields and the other one's in County awaiting sentencing. I'm all she's got."

Gator didn't make it home. Bear was there when Dolly got the letter and wouldn't ever forget it as long as he lived. His little brother was brought back state side and given a proper military funeral along with a proper hillbilly wake. Tomato wine and the Delaney's finest moonshine were buried with him along with Col's finest handkerchief with a lock of her hair carefully wrapped in tissue paper with a pressed coral honeysuckle.

"D-I...I dunno what to call you..."

Sticking her hand out the green eyed girl gave him a crookedly sad smile.

"I'm Mary Colleen....but you can call me Colly."

[grandline-fics]

S/O using Luffy or Ace or Sabo like a post. Just leaning against them at random times or shoulder bumping them. Affectionate cat headbumps.

Ahh this is so cute and so them! Keeping these and quick snippet/headcanons. This is all typed on my phone so excuse any spelling mistakes ❤️

Ace

🔥The first time it happens it’s not long into your relationship becoming a romantic one. He’s standing talking to Marco when you suddenly flop against him, expecting him to keep standing tall and support you slumped form.

🔥 He wasn’t expecting it and tumbled sideways, knocking into Marco who was the only reason the two of you didn’t fall face first onto the deck.

🔥You were too tired to notice and remained pressed up and leaning against Ace, lightly nuzzling your head against his shoulder while he tried to recover from the unexpected shock and stay nonchalant about the whole thing. He’s an affectionate person naturally but the fact you’re both a couple makes the casual embrace seem more intimate than just a simple hug.

🔥 After that first occurrence it becomes your and Ace’s ‘thing’, randomly throughout the day when you both need a little moment to recharge you will seek each other out, regardless of what the other is doing and slump against the other and affectionately bump your head against them.

Sabo

🎩 It happens randomly. You were out on a mission, not the high adrenaline, fighting battles or the undercover and infiltration jobs. You were both stationed on a random island and told to just watch the target and observe newer recruits to the Revolutionary Army. Babysitting on top of observation= boring.

🎩 So you both did the only thing you could do, whatever popped into your head to starve off the boredom. At first you lightly tapped your foot against Sabo’s while looking ahead and having the face of composed innocence. When he looked away from you, you did it again. This time Sabo responded by doing the same.

🎩 The game continued and progressed from your feet to tapping the back of your hand against his, then lightly nudging his side with your elbow until you ended up bumping his shoulder with yours. Every time Sabo answered with the same gesture and continued to be something you both did both off base and on.

🎩 The only time that it’s not allowed now is when you’re in a meeting and Dragon is present. Because the last time the two of you engaged in this game, a Revolutionary Army member called Sabo to ask him a question, catching his attention.

🎩 Sabo turned without thinking just as you tried to bump his shoulder with your own and with him no longer there to meet the soft impact you fell off your seat and clumsily over Sabo’s lap for everyone to see

Luffy

🍖 Luffy loves when you do this with him. He loves physical, affectionate touches even when the two of you are just Captain and crew mate. He’s the one to unintentionally start it.

🍖 You’d been out on a new island to explore with the crew split into groups. On your travels through some ruins, you found an old map. Excited about finding treasure and secrets Luffy leaned against you, stretching to look over your shoulder to look even though his map reading skills weren’t the best.

🍖 To get your Captains head out of the way you leaned against him and of course his rubber body stretched to the extreme so you were the one slouching over him. Immediately Luffy found this to be the more entertaining part of the day and on your walk to find Nami the two of you continued to lean against the other as you walked.

🍖 Since then and long before anything even turned romantic, you’d always instinctively lean and press your side against Luffy, so much so that when he isn’t lounging on Sunny’s head he’s standing and ready for you to step up beside him and press as close as you can beside him. The only difference now is that he stays standing upright and leans his head to rest his cheek against you so you can both support each other and enjoy each others warmth

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[writtenbyan-aries]

jake and girlfriend reader where they’ve been together for awhile now and he gets a tattoo of her bite mark?

Bite Me | Jake Webber

Warnings: biting, mentions of needles and other things related to tattooing, mainly fluff

Word Count: 619

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“You never told me what tattoo you were getting, J.”

Jake glances back at you from the tattoo chair, “It’s a surprise.” You roll your eyes with a laugh, “Oh, I see. Alright.”

You walk up to stand next to him, watching as the artist finishes setting up his station.

Jake rests his arm on the arm rest, laying his head back as the cap of his shoulder gets prepped. You go to sit back down, but Jake reaches out, “Don’t go far, babe, you’ll be needed in a second.”

“Needed?” You question, walking back over, “For what?”

The artist lays a piece of clear wrap on Jake and gives him a thumbs up.

Jake looks up at you, “Bite me.”

“Bite you?” You laugh, “What do you mean?”

“I’m getting your bite mark tattooed on me.”

Your jaw drops slightly, “Are you serious?”

Jake nods his head, “I am.” He smiles, laughing, “Now come on! Do it!”

“You’re going to want to bite kind of hard, enough to get the marks to stay so I can map them out, ya know?” The artist says as you walk around, and you nod, “Okay.”

You take a deep breath, pulling your hair back as you bend down, “Like right.. here?” You point and Jake nods, “Yeah, that’s perfect, babe.”

You smirk, shaking your head before you open your mouth and sink your teeth into the plastic wrap on his skin.

Jake watches, taking a deep breath as you stand back up straight, “Good?”

His eyes move from you to his shoulder and he nods, “Fuck yeah.”

You walk back over to the other side, pulling up the chair and sitting next to Jake, “I see why you kept this from me.”

He laughs slightly, “I was afraid you’d say no.”

“Jake. I have your initials you drew, tattooed under my boob, why would I say no to this?” You laugh, “I think it’s kind of hot.”

“Yeah?” Jake smirks and glances over as the needle runs over your teeth marks, “I can agree, probably my favorite tattoo ever.”

“You’re just saying that.” You roll your eyes, giving him a smirk. He sighs, tilting his head, “Am I?”

You slide your hand to his and squeeze, “No, I know you’re not.” You smile and lean over to see, “It actually looks really sick.” You nod, “I think that might be my new favorite one, too.”

The tattoo didn’t take long at all. Once he was finished, Jake walks over and checks it out in the mirror, “Sick as hell.” He pulls his phone up to take a picture of it, “Okay, now y/n, come here.”

You walk over and he spins around, holding his phone up to take a selfie of you, his tattoo, and him.

“Thank you so much, dude.” Jake gives the artists a fist bump and he nods, “Anytime, Webber. You know you’re my favorite client.”

“See, now he’s just saying that.” Jake laughs, “Nah, I’ll be back for sure.”

Your eyes glance at Jake’s tattoo and you tilt your head, “What if.. I got one of yours?” You look up at Jake’s face as he spins around, “Huh?”

“Yeah, like, on my hip or something?”

You can tell the wheels in Jake’s brain were turning as he tried his best to keep himself.. calm, “Now that.. would be hot.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you so much! Catch you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[stellewriites]

ghost and soap that move in together in between missions to save on money and eventually - inevitably - fall into bed together. but somethings missing

they’re both a little too sharp around the edges, need something sweet to ease their cravings and soften their bites, but no one fits right

until you, that is. so don’t be surprised when they make sure you’re sticking around by any means necessary

[concretejunglefm]

Hi! Do you write dad!noah? If so, could I request a oneshot of noah with his son in the studio or at one of his shows please :)

Not a full one-shot, but here’s a little blurb for a fic I’ve been working on <3

“I thought you said you weren’t busy today?” you ask Noah, feeling the fingers of your four-year-old slipping from your sweaty palm. “Levi, wait—” you call after him, but he’s already making a beeline for Davis—his favourite uncle—completely bypassing the rest of the guys standing around the studio, resulting in a chorus of offended sounds and playful remarks.

“I’m not,” Noah shrugs, but you just give him a look that says ‘yeah, right’, and he chuckles. “I’ve got a couple of things to finish up here for the next record, and I thought maybe Levi could see what his daddy gets up to.” Noah pauses, and you freeze. “…If that’s okay with you.”

You know he’s not just talking about having Levi here in the studio. He’s talking about the word daddy. It’s still early days, and you haven’t fully decided how you feel about Noah referring to himself that way—especially when you’ve raised Levi single handedly until now. Granted, it wasn’t Noah’s fault, he didn’t know Levi existed, but you’ve been clinging to the idea that you didn’t want to confuse Levi—not while he’s still so young.

Though, truthfully, maybe you didn’t want to confuse yourself.

You weren’t a family. Noah was Levi’s father, and that was it. And yet, the way he included you in every suggestion, every plan involving Levi—it made it harder to believe that was all he wanted. It felt like he was pushing for something more. Something you were afraid he didn’t really mean.

“Yeah…” You let out a breath you don’t realize you’ve been holding and slowly nod. “Okay then.” You’re not sure what you’re agreeing to, but the tightness in your chest and twist in your stomach makes you wonder if it’s a bad idea. Watching Noah in dad mode makes the reality of everything hit harder—especially now.

Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest at the sound of a high-pitched squeal, and then you see Noah lift your son—his son—into the air, slinging him over his shoulder before heading into the recording area. The door shuts behind them, muting Levi’s giggles, but through the glass, you can still see him laughing, squirming on Noah’s broad shoulder as his hands tickle his sides. He’s a miniature version of him—even down to the long limbs and dark hair flopping over his soft brown eyes. It’s like looking at a masterpiece of artwork, then at the blank canvas you have both created. A little boy with all the potential in the world.

“He really cares about him, you know.” Davis’ voice pulls you from your thoughts.

You shake your head slightly as his shoulder bumps gently against yours. “I know…” You’re not mad at him anymore. Not really. If it hadn’t been for Davis, Noah wouldn’t have known about Levi. You wouldn’t be witnessing this moment—or any of the others you’ve seen since—Noah desperately trying to bond, to make up for the four years he missed.

On the other side of the glass, Noah sets Levi down, steadying him with both hands on his small shoulders. They face Folio, who’s still seated at the drums.

“Do you wanna have a go, little man?”

“Can I?” Levi’s face lights up, and it’s enough to make Noah’s chest swell with warmth. He quickly moves to help him up onto Folio’s lap, both men guiding his hands as they wrap around the drumsticks and begin to show him how to play.

From your spot behind the glass, you watch with a twinge of guilt pulling at your chest. You kept Noah in the dark for so long. There were reasons then, reasons that made sense at the time, but watching him now, with Levi, makes you wonder if you’d made a mistake.

If maybe, just maybe, you’d been wrong for not telling him.

[httpiastri]

a quick snippet/teaser for the jeddah chapter!! <3 rlly wanted to write something quick abt him yesterday so i wrote this on the bus. hope you all have a lovely day and that you'll be sending all of your love to this cutie boy during the race 😚

(i needed someone to guide the reader for a sec so i used chris, i have no idea why. if don't know him then don't worry, he's not important for the story lol...)

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you've never ever been to the ferrari paddock before, so as you stand in the middle of it, you have no idea where to go or what to do; this is completely new territory. thankfully, you got a vip-pass from ollie before he ran off for his pre-qualifying duties, so at least you have the privilege of looking like a fool inside of the paddock instead of right outside the doors.

a fool dressed in a red bull cap, even. great.

"you don't look like you belong here, miss," a voice rumbles from behind you. your heart stops in your chest, and you're ready to improvise an excuse or find an escape route when you turn around – but luckily, you're met with chris, ollie's manager, standing there.

"thank god you're here," you say, letting out a sigh of relief. "do you happen to know where ollie is?"

he nods, smiling. "he's borrowing carlos's room. it's right down the hall and to the left."

you quickly thank him, turning again and making your way down said hallway. the room is easy to find, the two big, red fives on the door sticking out among the white walls. you're glad to find it unlocked, but you still knock a few times before sticking your head inside.

"sweetheart? can i come in?"

ollie is sitting on a massaging table, elbows on top of his legs and head resting in his hands. his eyes are stuck on the floor, but you take his silence as a yes.

"i got your text," you say, tiptoeing inside and shutting the door behind you, careful to not make any loud sounds to scare him. "how are you doing?"

when he still doesn't answer, your heat rate picks up. is something really wrong?

you make your way over to him, hands finding his cheeks and softly tilting him up to look at you – and you swear you've never seen him look this wrecked before.

not after his worst crashes, not when he lost the rookie championship last year. once again, you've entered completely new territory, and your heart breaks at the sight.

"ollie, talk to me," you plead, biting back the pout that starts to form on your lips. it's so painful to look into his eyes, but you can't back down. not now, not when he needs you this much.

"i'm-" his voice cracks but he shakes his head, clearing his throat. "i'm so nervous, i don't know what to do."

it's like he's oozing anxiety, and his heavy sigh is like a stab in your chest. ollie, your usually so calm and collected boyfriend, is probably going crazy over this – you know him well enough by now to understand that he's definitely freaking out even more on the inside than what he shows or tells. "i get that. one hundred percent. but," your thumbs begin to stroke over the skin of his cheeks, along his jaw, and then finally across his eyebrows, to which his eyes flutter closed. "this is your dream. it's been your dream since forever, and now you finally have the chance."

ollie sighs, but nods. you're getting to him.

"and it's not just any car, it's a ferrari. do you realize how cool that is? do you realize how many people would kill for an opportunity like this?" you smile at the sight of him with his eyes still shut, eyelashes resting atop his cheeks, messy fringe covering his forehead. even like this, at his most stressed state, he's completely gorgeous. "you would've killed for an opportunity like this just 24 hours ago."

"but what if i ruin it?" his voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks, shoulders slumping forward. "what if i go out there and i'm shit, and then they realize what a big mistake they've done by even putting me in the academy? what if-"

"it won't happen." his eyelids slowly open and he looks up at you, seemingly not even the slightest upset that you cut him off. "you're too good to do that. you'll get in that car and it will feel like your second home, just like it always does."

finally, a small smile makes its way onto his lips. it's only been a few minutes since you came in, but he seems much more relaxed now, leaning into your touch completely. "i'll try my best to make you proud."

you pout. "i'll be proud even if you end up with a slower lap than your pole lap from yesterday."

a laugh bubbles from his chest and he stands up from the table, opening his arms wide and pulling you in for a tight hug. his heart is still beating louder than a drum in his chest when your ear is pressed up against it, and you're almost worried it will jump out any second now. but his breaths are much more controlled now, and his mind seems much lighter.

he presses a long kiss to the crown of your head, arms squeezing you tight. "go out there and show them, baby," you tell him.

and so he does.

[pitchsidestories]

can we have a snippet of the lucy bronze wip, pretty please🤭❤️

all's well that ends well II Lucy Bronze x R

masterlist I wips I

a/n: hi anon, here's a snippet of the lucy bronze wip, enjoy. ❤️

The full oneshot can be read here.

“You!”

Your voice was high-pitched and cracked slightly at the end of the question.

You didn’t care.

There was no way, she was actually here. You had heard the rumours but hadn’t believed any of it. And now she was actually here, right in front of your eyes, on the Chelsea training grounds.

She actually did it.

You watched her through narrowed eyes, subconsciously clenching your jaw.

She smiled brightly at you: “Yes, me. Good morning to you too, pretty girl.“

There it was, that typical smug smile. Lucy Bronze, just like you wanted to forget her.

“Don’t call me that.“, you warned her.

Bad enough that she was here, you didn’t need her stupid remarks.

She remained unbothered, teasing you some more: “Oh, someone woke up in a bad mood.“

“No, only still stuck in a nightmare called Lucy Bronze.“, you replied, taking in the unfamiliar sight of her in the blue Chelsea training shirt.

From the look on her face she clearly interpreted it as you checking her out.

You cringed.

“A nightmare, huh?”, she repeated with a grin.

You wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid self-assured smile off her face.

“Dressed in Chelsea colours. Why did you come back? And of all clubs you had to choose mine?!”

You half-expected her to crack another joke but instead, her face turned serious.

[lxvvie]

The next batch of once-hidden blurbs I'm queuing will mostly focus on Kyle.

[rotting-inkblot]

Stalker Rafe would be so goodddddddddd

Using this to show off a fic snippet cause I hate his guts but fuck if it’s not a little hot— IM SORRY BUT YOURE RIGHT

[source]

[the-thistle-king]

Approaching the cottage from a distance, Nechtan raised an arm to bring his groggy children to a halt. They had spent the past day gathering food, and were all exhausted.

No fire was lit inside, so he could not see the shadow of his wife flitting about the rooms. The air was unnaturally still, as though all living creatures in the woods had vanished.

Nechtan's brow furrowed—he slipped the bow off his shoulder, nocking an arrow as he advanced cautiously towards the door, eyes darting about.

"Muire?" He called, getting closer. He was met with silence, pulse quickening as the blood went cold in his veins. Nearing the house, it became apparent the door was unlatched, swinging ever so slightly in the breeze. He swallowed hard and pushed it open, holding his weapon steady.

The house was a wreck. Cabinets and drawers were thrown open, broken pottery strewn on the ground. Nechtan stepped over the carnage, his face frozen. Damn the house, where was his wife?

He threw himself against the bedroom door, slipping as soon as he entered, he dropped the bow as regained his balance. Even in the darkness, Nechtan knew there was blood. It seared his nostrils like smoke. His breath started to quake, hands fumbling with his emergency light, a small crystal powered contraption. It took several tries to switch it on, and he was met with a horrendous sight.

Muire lay on the bed with her hands laid across her stomach, a parchment between her fingers. The pillow where her head should have been was drenched in blood. Processing the scene, Nechtan had begun to hyperventilate, tears streaking down his pale face. The world spinning around him, he stepped forward to grab the paper from her cold hands; his own shaking so violently he could scarcely comprehend the words.

In crudely written letters, it stated: "LONG LIVE KING BRIDEI"

[writtenbyan-aries]

A blurb where reader is secretly dating Chris and uses a fake account to mess with him while he’s on a stream with Matt

Warnings: swearing, secret dating, fluff

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You lean back against the headboard, a smile rested on your face as you have Matt and Chris’ livestream pulled up on the tv.

You finish setting up your burner twitch account with a giggle, and soon enough, crazy4chrispkreme has entered the chat.

You lay a hand over your mouth, tilting your head back as you try to control your laughter.

You let out a sigh, glancing from the tv down to your phone, Oh my god, the guy on the left is literally so hot.

You look back up at the tv, hoping for a reaction, nothing. So you type something else out, Chris!! Can I get a shoutout please!!!

And again, right after, Christopher! I love you sooo much please notice me!!!!!!!!

You bite your lip to stifle back your laughter when you see Matt lean into the screen, “What the fuck?” He laughs, reaching back to get Chris’ attention, “Do you see this?”

“See what?” Chris leans forward and Matt shakes his head, “Hold on, it went away. Just.. watch the chat.”

You give it a second, watching them both stare at the chat screen before you type out, Are you looking for my message?

Matt’s eyes go wide and he looks at Chris, “Did you see that?”

“You better not be talking about that fucking username.” Chris laughs and covers his face, “What the fuck.”

You giggle, Chris! Chris! I love you pleeaseeeee say something to me

At this point, there’s a few people telling you to chill out and to ‘calm your little fan girl ass down’, but you ignore it.

“What is up with these usernames chat.” Matt laughs, shaking his head, “They want you to say something to them.”

“I don’t..” Chris laughs, “I- just-“ he continues to laugh, “That’s actually crazy. Crazy four Chris-p kreme.”

You press your cheek into your shoulder, laughing before looking back at your phone, Ahhhh thank you I love you so much you have no idea my life has been made <3333

Chris raises his brows and leans back into the chair, “Glad I could help.”

But you don’t stop, Chris you’d be even hotter if you take your shirt off!!

And right after, come on! Don’t be shy! We all think you’re hot!

You press your hand to your mouth hard as you watch both of their reactions on the tv, “What the actual fuck..” Matt’s eyes widen and he sighs while shaking his head, “I’m going to have to agree with the other people here, you need to calm down.”

“I’m not taking my shirt off, why would- no. No.” Chris shakes his head and sighs, “What the fuck.”

Awww boooooo, you type, Why not????

User1: yoooo chill out

User2: seriously that’s so embarrassing, as a members of the sturniolo fandom, we don’t claim this bitch

User3: you have some serious issues you need to figure that out bro like seriously

You laugh, Fine, but I still think Chris is the hotter one out of the two.

Matt shakes his head and Chris crosses his arms, “I mean, I can agree to that.” He laughs and Matt rolls his eyes, “Why do you have to be weird?”

“I’m not, I’m just restating facts.” Chris laughs and you move around to get more comfortable, reading down over the chat as people try to explain to you that you can’t say that blah blah blah.

Christopher Owen, the man you are!!

God I wish I had the chance to date him, he looks like he would be a really good bf

Matt smirks, “Aw, Chris, they want a date. They think you’d be a really good boyfriend.” He looks at Chris and he smirks, “name a time and place.”

Your jaw drops as you laugh, swiping over to text Chris, name a time and place? Are you serious??

You go back to the twitch chat and watch the tv. He pulls his phone from his pocket and instantly starts to laugh, “Matt.”

Matt leans back, reading over your text and he gives Chris a look, “Uh oh.”

You type out the chat, Oh no!!! What’s going on?!

You watch as Chris taps on his screen before laying his phone face down in his lap. His text comes through and you laugh, shaking your head as you read it, You think you’re slick, huh?

You tap on it and text him back, What ever do you mean Christopher Owen, the man that you are??

You hit send and go back to twitch, the things I would let Chris do to me is astronomical, good lord

You giggle as Chris tries so hard to fight back a smirk as he reads your text. He leans forward to show Matt and his jaw drops, “Is that..”

Chris nods, “Uh huh.”

You type out in the chat, what’s going onnnnnn

Matt laughs and shakes his head, “Don’t you worry about what’s going on.”

Chris taps his screen and you sigh as you click on his text, the man I am, thinking my girlfriend is trolling me on a fake twitch account

You leave him on open and go back to twitch, typing out a message that only him and Matt will understand, why are you calling me a troll? I promise I’m a real person who just loves Chris sooooo much <3333

You lay your phone down and Chris stands up, “I’m going to grab a sweatshirt.”

Matt laughs and nods, “Alright.”

You look over at the door, watching as it opens and Chris walks in laughing, “Are you fucking serious?”

You shrug, locking your phone, “What?!”

“You’re actually the funniest fucking person ever.” He walks over and lays his body on yours, “I was so confused at first.”

You smile, pressing your lips to his as your fingers comb through his hair, “Hey, I have to have a little fun while you’re having fun.”

He laughs and peppers your face with kisses, “I love you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “but you don’t love my username?”

He buries his face into your neck and laughs, “How did you even come up with that?” You laugh and shrug, “May have remembered your old Snapchat username.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He smiles, tilting his head up, “But I love you.” He kisses your lips, “So much.”

“I love you.” You kiss him one last time before he stands up, “Wear the grey sweatshirt. I love you in that.”

“What so you can troll me harder?” He laughs as he pulls the grey hoodie off of the hanger, and you nod with a smile, “How’d you know?”

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Thanks for reading! I love you so much! If you want a Matt one or whoever, let me know! 🖤 catch you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[writingreadinglurkingandsmirking]

Let's Keep This Moment Forever - JJ Maybank x Reader blurb

Summary: All JJ wants to do is add another video of the two of you to his growing collection. And, as always, he's willing to do whatever he has to in order to convince you.

CWs/TWs: feminine nicknames used, obviously the beginning of some hot and heavy times with JJ.

Words: 400

Note: LMAO this just kept needling at my brain but I just am not in a writing mood right now,,,perhaps eventually. You know, after I finish the other chapter for the Rafe thing I wrote lmaoooo

“Come on, darlin’ it’ll be fun,” JJ said, the words a whisper against your ear, somewhere between a whine and a purr. 

Between the words and the tone, your heart fluttered. It was certainly enticing. Even so, you shook your head in refusal. JJ groaned and doubled down in his efforts of convincing you. His hands, already cupping your ass, squeezed and pulled you into his lap and he kissed your neck. He chuckled when you shivered from the feeling.

“Jayj,” you giggled, half-heartedly attempting to get away from him.

He ran his hands up to your waist and then back down, settling right back where they began. “It’ll be like fucking art or something,” he hummed as he continued pressing a series of kisses up and down the column of your neck. He laughed as you leaned more into him, moving your hips half-heartedly to try and create some friction. “I need a new one of us.” He sunk his teeth into your neck gently, making you shiver before sucking it to soothe the ache. “I don’t wanna watch porn when I can watch us, darlin’.” He chuckled darkly against your skin, and let out a breath. “So much hotter.” He moaned softly in your ear, gripping you to create more solid friction. “I wanna see how I own your fucking pussy, darlin’, please. Wanna see it forever. So good.”

“J,” you moaned, eyes fluttering as you felt him bite your neck and his dick twitch in his pants. You gripped his blond tresses and turned your head giving him more access. “Baby…fuck…baby please.”

JJ chuckled, keeping a distinct, slow rhythm as he moved your hips against his. The friction between the both of you was delicious even with the clothes. But, you had to admit…the longer he canted his hips against yours the more you wanted to give into him.

“Can I please record, darlin’?” he cooed. “I promise I’ll make ya feel real fucking good.”

You let out a high-pitched whine and you pouted at him, driving your hips more purposely against his. “Yeah,” you agreed breathlessly. “Okay, J.”

“Fuck yeah,” JJ groaned, immediately moving one of his hands out, fumbling around to grab his phone while the other remained glued to your hip. “You’re gonna be so pretty all fucked out. So fuckin’ pretty. God, I fuckin’ love you, my pretty fuckin’ girl.”

[starmocha]

I've read the last snowdrop fic exactly 6 times since you've posted it. I wanted to send an ask right away but I also wanted to calm down and write something coherent lol.

I gotta start by saying how adorable teeny tiny snowdrop is. The mere image of him as a newborn in Zayne's arms is just 😍

MC trusting him but being a little unsure to leave the baby alone because she's a new mom and she wants her baby on her all the time was a nice detail. Zayne being understanding and reassuring too.

I love how he started to talk to his baby all calm but the second the hiccups started, Zayne's concern increased and he started comforting him so gently 🥺

I live in a stupid tropical country and we joke we have no winter here, just a cold breeze that lasts for a week followed by a massive heatwave so you have no idea how much I wish I could get out of the shower and into the arms of a partner with an ice evol lmao

Absolutely loved how snowdrop's already giving his dad so many kisses on the cheek to convince him to carry him around the house for a bit longer. He might be a near perfect clone of his dad but those are MC's genes at work right there 😂

Snowdrop ditching his first dip in the ocean water to slumber peacefully on his father's lap is very understandable. We stan that little smart baby.

Oh and MC complimenting her dear husband and dear husband's little "fine"? He knows he's hot!!!! (Every time I use the wolf cut on him, I get giddy about Zayne apparently liking it so much that he can't stop checking himself out in the mirror lol)

THE ZOO SCENE

THE ENTIRE ZOO SCENE

OMG WHY IS IT SO ADORABLE LIKE HOLY MOLY

Zayne crouching next to his little boy, holding him and showing him the koalas 🐨 😍 Snowdrop being so excited he's poitung and patting his dad's arm at the same time, MC taking the pictures and Zayne being carefree and telling his son to smile

AND OMG YOU CAPTURED THE WAY LITTLE KIDS TAKE PICTURES SO PERFECTLY

You have NO idea how many pics there are of me as a little kid staring at the camera, tilting my head, smiling and clasping my hand FOR NO APPARENT REASON lmao

It's very cute how he coaxed snowdrop into going after MC but oh my god OH MY GOD the way I was smiling at Zayne feeling so PROUD that his son is adorable and looks like him to the point people around them can't help but comment on it 😍😍😍😍

Can't comment too much on the park scene 'cause it choked me up every time I read it, but the emotional awareness of that little boy hugging his dad and reassuring him of his love even though he has no idea why his dad got a little sad all of sudden 🥹🥹

And:

...his cheek nuzzling against his son’s hair. “I love you, too, my sweet little boy.”

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

The last scene is so adorable!! Zayne playing along, pretending not to notice his son AND OMG ALL THE KISSES TO MAKE HIS DAD FEEL BETTER

AND THEN ALL THE KISSES ZAYNE GIVES BACK

MY HEEEEAAAAAARTTTTTT 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

This was so lovely, cutest father-son duo ever. I'm just absolutely in love with this little family, with Zayne practically overflowing with love and care for his wife and son, accepting his fate as a portable A/C as long as he gets kisses and hugs as payment 😍

ANON, I'VE REREAD THIS MESSAGE SEVERAL TIMES MYSELF. I was kicking my feet and giggling. I love it when readers let me know all of the parts they like or even just commenting on each section 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Yes tiny Snowdrop 🤏 cradled in Zayne's arms and sleeping on his chest 🥺 and don't get me started on the skin-to-skin contact with newborn Snowdrop

I trust that MC and Zayne will have a healthy communicative relationship. Their marriage is a partnership and they will support one another. 🥹

omg Anon switch country with me pls I'm still lowkey stuck in winter here lol no jokes, a few weeks ago we had one day 77°F and then the next day we had a blizzard 🙂 It's common here to experience all four seasons within 24 hours 🙂 I'm a hot-weather girlie 🙂 I'm miserable here fighting for my life in negative-degree weathers 🙂

SNOWDROP MAY LOOK LIKE HIS FATHER, BUT HIS GREMLIN TENDENCIES ARE HIS MOTHER'S GENES AT WORK LOL. You're gonna like him in the next story I'm posting. His gremlin genes take center stage lol

I LOVE THE ZOO SCENE TOO. I love the little moments of them as a family of three just as much as I love writing Zayne bonding with his son 🥹

So, I used to take photos of my nieces and my friends' kids when they were babies and toddlers. I don't like making them pose, so I would let them explore an area on their own and I would follow after them with my camera at their height and take photos of them like that. They always come out so sweet and natural, because you're capturing the world through their eyes. 🥹 in case anyone wonders why I may seem to write toddlers and babies pretty well

THE PARK SCENE. No, but why was I crying as I wrote that 🗿 There's a similar scene in a future Sylus + Birdie fic and I nearly sobbed. But that won't be for a while... I want at least three or four Birdie fics before that particular one....

Speaking of Zayne resigning to his fate as a portable A/C... the other day I imagined a cheeky 17-year-old Snowdrop one day hugging his dad from behind and Zayne wonders what's gotten into him.

And Snowdrop being the gremlin that he is just teases his dad and says he wants to use his personal portable A/C one last time before he goes to college. 🥺 Cue Zayne pausing, suddenly finding the moment bittersweet as he quietly scoffs affectionately, "You're just like your mother... Always messing with me."

"I love you, Dad."

“I love you, too, my sweet little boy.”

"I'm not little anymore."

"In my eyes, you'll always be my sweet little boy."

[jackdaniel69nice]

Ochako: What does it really mean?

Toko: what does what mean?

Ochako: revelry in the dark

Toko: …

Toko: It is a promise. You and everyone else are creature of light. You dance in the day with nary a care while we wait amongst the shadows for the night. There is a divide between us. Our power comes from the dark, it is where we thrive, the time when we are strong, when we are truly alive. That is Revelry in the Dark.

Ochako: …It sounds lonely

Toko: It is

[stationary-cycle-in-motion]

@augusnippets day 13: drugging

tw: drug-like effects, implied physical abuse, concussion, implied amputation, implied dehumanization, gaslighting

Obi-Wan feels like he might be sick, but not because of the concussion or the splitting pain in his hands.

It should’ve been Rex.

Those words keep him rooted to the spot despite Rex’s and Cody’s attempts to drag him away from the landing zone, toward the medical tent. His head is pounding and his nonexistent fingers ache, but his physical suffering pales in comparison to the maelstrom of horrific realization raging through his system.

The clones are so achingly good, brighter even than the light of the Force, and that Anakin, a Jedi, could possibly see them as less valuable–

It hurts, tears at the fragile seams of Obi-Wan’s heart.

And Rex–

The press of the captain’s body against his own is steady, like an immovable boulder in the midst of a roiling sea, accepting every blow with grace and resignation. It’s more than he should have to bear.

Obi-Wan’s breath grows ragged. “If you think it should've been Rex, then you're not the man I thought you were.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath beside him, and Obi-Wan can feel the intensity of Rex’s eyes on him, even if he can’t see it.

Anakin stops, turns, the scowl on his face prominent. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“A Jedi is selfless, prioritizes others over themself. You–”

Obi-Wan falters as a strange ripple in the Force washes over him. The energy is heavy, with an edge that sinks itself beneath his flesh, digs its claws into his bones. Suddenly, Obi-Wan’s thoughts feel distorted, warped by a layer of film, and he lists, his weight sagging deeper into Rex’s grip.

He barely catches Anakin’s affronted “What, you’re saying I’m not a Jedi?” over Rex’s concerned “General?”

Obi-Wan groans. His head is spinning, and it’s nothing at all like the nausea from the concussion.

“I’m saying–” His voice sounds wrong. He breathes, starts again. “I’m saying that your sentiment sounds more like the deceptive influence of the Dark Side.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath, and Obi-Wan finally registers Padmé’s paralyzed form standing off to the side, the slight tremble in her hands as her gaze flicks nervously toward her husband, the greenish tinge of a bruise barely visible beneath her smeared makeup. It dawns on him, then, that perhaps his former padawan’s biggest lie had been right under his nose this whole time.

He needs to put voice to this realization, but the fog is settling over his brain, making it difficult to string together a coherent sentence. Gently, Rex rests a hand beneath his jaw, guides his face toward his. A blurry blonde mass swims in his vision.

“What’s wrong?” Rex asks, voice distorted, distant.

It’s Anakin, Obi-Wan wants to say. And maybe he does, because another decidedly more rough hand replaces Rex’s, yanks his head around.

In the sunlight, Anakin’s brown eyes look tauntingly golden-yellow. “Obi-Wan, you’re not thinking straight. I don’t care if you have to drag him kicking and screaming, just get him to medical.”

The black ebb of unconsciousness pulls him down, and the last thing Obi-Wan feels is the press of Rex’s arms around his waist.