#sparrow’s blurbs

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

So sorry for this sickening Jake thought. 😭 I’m touch starved and wish I had Jake to cuddle with right about now…..

“Wake up, baby. Come on,” Jake nudges you gently, placing a little kiss to the skin below your ear.

You stir just a little, only humming at him in response, as sleep lingers throughout your body.

“Come onnnn, pretty,” Jake softly calls to you again. “I know you’re hungry by now. Come make some dinner with me, yeah?”

You mumble something incoherent as you force yourself to wake up completely, but you keep your eyes closed, in favor of soaking up Jake’s low, sleepy, raspy voice that’s cooing in your ear.

A low chuckle vibrates through Jake’s chest, an amused sigh leaving his slightly parted lips right after. He leans in, using one hand to cup your jaw and tilt your head slightly, giving him just enough room to begin planting soft, little kisses along your jawline.

“Wake upppp,” Jake drawls, smiling against your skin as you stir and suck in a breath. He knows you’re awake now, simply playing games with him just to keep his attention. “Don’t make me get evil, baby.”

He continues his gentle, playful attack against your jaw and neck. After a few randomly placed kisses, he hits a sweet spot and you know, you’re done for.

A bubbly, but still somewhat quiet giggle burst out of you and a toothy smile tugs at your lips.

“Giggly tonight, are we?” Jake teases. “You wake up from a nice little nap and think everything’s funny now?”

“Jake,” you squeak, trying to pull away from him before he can attack you anymore.

“What?” He mumbles, innocently. Dragging his fingertips along your jawline, just enough to tickle you. “It’s just so, so cute. So precious.”

“Jakeeee!” You squirm in his grip, but part of you has no desire to successfully get away.

“What’s got you so giggly, huh?” Jake taunts, fluttering his fingers against the side of your neck, drinking in your sleepy laughter. “God, you’re so fucking cute.”

[yup-thats-me]

— beautiful secret • justin h min

paring: husband! Justin h min x BuzzFeed producer! wife

summary: it's about time that Justin introduces his wife to the world

warning: fluff

some months ago

"I know, baby. I miss you too. I'll be home in a few hours, and I'll cuddle you as many times as you want," Justin spoke into the phone, a bright smile adorning his lips.

Emmy, David and Ritu standing at a distance, staring at Justin.

Emmy scoffed at his stupidness. "Yeah David, when you talk to your mom you blush bright red like Justin is, right?" She smiled sarcastically, making Ritu snicker.

"Who do you reckon he's talking to?" Ritu whispered.

"Prolly his mom?" David answered or more like questioned.

After Justin put down his phone, the three hoped infront of him like excited kids do when free candies are distributed. Justin looked at them, smiling. "What?"

David nudged Ritu signalling her to begin. "We weren't like spying on you or something but..." She drifted, looking away from him.

Emmy sighed taking over. "We saw you talking in the phone and blushing. So aren't you gonna tell us?" Justin looked genuinely confused. "Tell you what exactly?".

"About your girlfriend man! Don't act shy now", David hit him on the shoulder playfully.

Justin immediately looked down after hearing their question.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about."

Ritu smirked. "Oh you do honey. It's about time we find out your secret."

Justin chuckled getting up from his chair. "You'll find out my secret of there's a secret," he told them walking away leaving the trio standing there looking, staring at his back.

"Just you wait and see Justin," Emmy stated smiling, placing her hands over her chest.

"Yeah you wait and see, dude!" David copied Emmy. Ritu did the same, placing her hands over her chest and saying, "You wait and see Mr. Secretive Korean Guy," making the rest laugh.

•••

Emmy, David and Justin sat there patiently as the crew arranged everything for their interview.

The stars were talking among themselves only Justin sat there quietly fidgeting with the thin golden band on his right pointer finger, smiling at it fondly.

David was sitting beside him and took a notice of Justin's actions. "Whatcha doin'?"

David's question pulled Justin out of his trance and into reality. "Huh? What?" Justin asked confused.

"I asked what you doing. Hey, you alright man? You zone out more frequently than normal. I've noticed from the last few months." David stared at him genuinely worried aboht his friend. " All good at home?"

"Yeah yeah. Everything's fine. All is good," Justin smiled.

Emmy bent forward from her chair and instantly noticed the golden ring.

"What's that ring for? Looks good," she complimented.

Emmy's statement made Justin look back down at his pointer finger and smiled yet again. "It's from...someone...", He drifted, avoiding eye contact with any of the two.

David and Emmy eyed him suspiciously

present day

"Oh it's going to be so hard to pay any attention to the tweets when you'll be standing there infront of me," Justin said as he hugged you tightly.

"Okay okay Mr. Loverman. Now go before anyone sees us," you laughed pushing your husband away from the embrace, making Justin stare at you dramatically.

"I didn't know you hated my hugs!" He gasped.

You giggled pecking him on both the cheeks. "You know that's not what I meant. If our pictures are getting clicked right now, your fans will go batshit crazy as to who the secret woman is. And I don't want you to face any troubles because of me."

Without a word, Justin pulled you in for a sweet kiss, taking as much time as he could to savour this moment.

"My sweet wife," he kissed you once more. "God, I love you, Y/n!"

You smiled brightly. "and me you. Now go!" You finally pushed him away from you and walked the other direction into the studio.

You entered the studio sometime after Justin got in as to not cause any suspicion. You saw Justin sitting beside Emmy and smiled at him sneakily. He too smiled back although not so sneakily cause Emmy looked at him like he was crazy.

You snickered, taking your position behind the camera.

"Hi I'm Emmy Raver-Lampman — and I'm Justin H Min — and we're here with BuzzFeed to answer some thirst tweets." With that, the interview began.

All was going well. Some tweets made you giggle quietly and others made you believe all fans are crazy.

"'I bet Justin H Min's girlfriend is as gorgeous as he is'" Emmy read out. "Yeah I too think that. Although me and the rest of the cast haven't figured who it is, yet, but we'll do pretty soon."

Justin stared at you across the room. "Wait," he got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Ready?" He whispered in your ear when he reached you. You nodded knowing how this will go.

Justin gently pulled you along him and made you stand there in front of the camera. Emmy stood up too.

"We've been hiding for quite sometime now and I, we, think it's time to finally tell the world," he glanced at you for the last time and when you slightly nodded, he spoke again. "This is Y/n L/n, my darling wife."

The news made the entire studio gasp.

Emmy got out of her trance and immediately hugged you. "Oh my god! I'm so happy for you both!" She jumped with excitement.

The filming resumed again after a break.

After the interview, you, Emmy and Justin went to a nearby café to chat.

"I'm not sure, but have I seen you before, Y/n?" Emmy asked sipping her beverage.

Justin smiled, lacing his hand with yours on the table.

You smiled. "Maybe you've seen me the last time you guys did and interview with BuzzFeed? I'm one of it's producers."

"That's how we met. Now nearly three years ago," Justin brought your hands to his lips and kissed it softly.

Emmy stared at the two of you in awe. "You guys are really cute."

Justin and you smiled, looking at each other.

requests are open <3

[cannibalizedyke]

🎸sparrow’s songs🎸

sparrow hood x gn!reader

word count: 283

warnings: canon compliant as in sparrow is so fucking horrible and irritating and i hate him, kind of a crack fic

summary: sparrow writes you a song.

taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @puppy-coded @starstruckwillows @sw34terw34ther @katsukis1wife @manyfandomsfanvergent

a/n: for @the-lavender-creator <3

“Yo, (Y/N)!” Sparrow stood at the doorway to your dorm, obnoxiously green electric guitar in hand. “I wrote you something!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah!” He waltzed inside, leaving the door wide open (you hurriedly ran over to shut it). “Wanna hear it?”

“Um… okay, sure.” You sat down on your bed, looking up at him expectantly.

“All right…” He plugged his guitar into his amp and strummed one horribly loud, horribly off-key chord.

“Augh!” You covered your ears, wincing. “Sparrow, turn that down, please.”

“No can do, babe-a-roo.” He turned it up. “You ready to hear my rocking song, (Y/N/N)?”

You exhaled. “Sure.”

“Okay.” He started strumming on his guitar. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah.”

It was bad. It was really bad. You just smiled and gave him a thumbs up as he sang off-key words you couldn’t understand and played his guitar too loud and not well.

“I love you, (Y/N)...” he crowed, played one final chord, and bowed, grinning.

“That was… great!” you said. “Um… what did most of it… mean?”

Sparrow tilted his head. “Oh, you know, it meant like, ‘you’re so hot and I love you’.”

“Ohhhh. Oh! Yes. Yes, that—that makes sense.” You pressed your lips together. “Um, are you sure all of the things you said were words?”

“Um…” He gaped for a moment, thinking. “Uh, no. I just kinda… said what was in my heart. And what’s in my heart is that I love you!”

Aww. That was kinda sweet. You grinned, standing up to pull him into a kiss. “I love you too,” you said.

He grinned back. “Good. Because I wrote you another song.”

You sighed. “Oh, Sparrow.”

[godzilla-reads]

🪺 Sparrow Envy: Field Guide to Birds and Lesser Beasts by J. Drew Lanham

This slim poetry collection packs a punch as our author writes on the beauty and wonder of nature around him, along with his struggles dealing with racism and profiling.

It’s a wonderful collection and I highly recommend it. My favorite poems were “Octoroon Warbler”, a poem about the problematic history in taxonomy; and “Field Mark 1: Love for a Song”, which tells us about love 👇

“The surge, that overwhelming inexplicable thing in a swallow’s joyous flight or the dawning of new light that melds heart and head into sensual soul in that moment of truly seeing- that is love.”

[onestopfanficshop]

a fish with a bowtie

a simon "ghost" riley x reader blurb part two here!

no shock that i have fallen for yet another tall, muscular masked man. nothing new here! 😭

warnings/author's note: it feels so good to actually be able to write again omg. i included a very poorly drawn floor plan of the house in my head so you can visualize it better- nothing worse than not being able to see a story in your head! just some language and unreasonable amounts of fluff. your call sign is sparrow. simon being simon. gif not mine

word cound: 2100

"If any of you get boot prints on my tile, I swear to God…" you threaten weakly, kicking your shoes off at the door. The team knew better than to argue. You had saved their asses back at the warehouse breach–and unfortunately, you also took the brunt of the damage. Your head was throbbing, and your legs threatened to give out at any moment beneath you. The team had been successful with your help, but the attack was loud. They figured they'd lie low for a couple of days and let the smoke clear, but they needed a safe house. You debated it for a second before reluctantly telling the boys that you knew a place.

Unluckily for you, that place was your house.

The team silently marveled at your home. It seemed to be a perfect reflection of you but also not at the same time. For someone that claimed to be no frills, your couch sure did look fancy. But your collection of vinyls matched up with all the music recommendations you'd give them between missions. Soap geeked out over the movie posters you had framed around the living room, and Price squinted at your coffee table decor. He never took you for a candle person.

"Is that an original Back to the Future poster?" Soap asked in awe. 

"Mhm…" you mumble distantly, racking the fridge for food. You zone out on the bright lights of the fridge for a second before letting out a grim chuckle. Of course there was no food. You were barely ever in this house– if you kept food in the fridge, it would all go rotten. Seriously, how fucked up was your brain right now?

You decided to search for the pantry next. It was mostly empty, save for a few spices and boxes of tea here or there. Your eyes searched the shelves until you found what you were looking for: exactly five bowls of nearly expired Hot-and-Spicy ramen soup, which was just enough for you, Soap, Price, Gav, and Ghost. You thanked whatever higher power might exist out there as you stacked the bowls on top of each other, carrying them close to your chest to avoid dropping them.

"I have the finest delicacy here for you, boys," you say humorously. "Three Michelin stars,” you continue, earning a laugh from Soap and Gaz. You set the bowls down on the kitchen island, keeping one for yourself. You tear open the lid and untwist a water bottle cap, pouring the water up to the ridged line inside the bowl. After you poured the tiny packet of dehydrated vegetables and chicken, you stick it into the microwave and lean cross-armed on the kitchen island, waiting for the three minutes to pass. The rest dutifully follow your lead, taking turns with the microwave built into your kitchen and the other one that was plugged in on the counter. 

"Dinner" was eaten in relative silence. Not that anyone could hear anything anyways (you really needed to tell Soap to go easy on the frags before you all went deaf). You were too busy eating your soup to notice the team sneaking glances at each other and then at you, Ghost most of all.

After you all ate, you pointed everyone to their rooms. Soap went straight away, which is how you could tell he was really exhausted. Price and Gaz sat on the couch debriefing for a while before they headed to bed, too. Only you and Ghost were left. You were lying on the couch, half-tuned in to some old-time game show on the TV. Ghost sat on the loveseat to the right of you, polishing his gun and sneaking occasional glances at the TV—and at you. 

“Shit,” you exclaimed suddenly. Ghost halted his movements, watching as you got up to a sitting position, closing your eyes.

“What is it?” he asked you quietly, finger moving instinctively to the trigger.

“No, I’m fine. I just… I just remembered I have to wash my hair. It’ll be a fucking miracle if I don’t collapse in the shower,” you sighed. “It’s a whole process, and it’s gonna take forever, and it’s already late… I’d better start now,” you finish, rubbing your eyes.

Ghost sat for a moment, contemplating what you said.

“I’ll do it for you.”

“What?”

“I mean—only if you want. I could. Over the sink or... something.” It’s the first time you ever heard Ghost sound unsure of himself, and it completely threw you off.

“Are you... sure?” you ask, staring at him.

“Positive,” he replied, staring back.

“Okay… I’ll be right back,” you say, moving towards the stairs. Once you were in your bathroom, you grabbed everything you would need: a towel, shampoo, conditioner, and your beloved shampoo brush.

When you got back downstairs, you found Ghost ungloved and running water in the sink, absentmindedly touching his fingers to the stream of water as his eyes were fixed on the TV. It occurred to you that he was making sure the temperature of the water would be okay for you. You weren’t entirely sure why your stomach got light at the sight of it, but you stubbornly decided to ignore it.

“You ready?” he asked, eyeing all the stuff you were carrying. 

“Mhm,” you say, setting everything down on the counter. “I’ll just lie like this over the sink to make it easier for you,” you tell him, lying down and pulling your knees up on the unusually long kitchen island. The size of the island had been something that drew you to the house when you were house shopping, even though you weren’t home enough to cook on it.

“Is that a torture device?” Ghost said, jutting his chin at the shampoo brush sitting on the counter as he got your hair wet.

You laugh for the first time all day when your eyes land on what he’s gesturing at. “Far from it. You kinda just use it to get the shampoo into my scalp. Probably my favorite invention.”

“Your favourite invention?” Ghost repeated to you.

“Yeah. What’s yours?” you ask him. 

He’s silent for a minute as he squeezes the shampoo onto your hair and works it into a lather.

“Electric kettle,” he responds finally.

“You Brits and your tea,” you say fondly, laughing to yourself. Ghost let out a sound, and it took you a second before you realized he chuckled. He laughed. You had never heard him laugh before. You decided you liked the sound.

“What’s your favorite kind of tea, Ghost?” you ask, closing your eyes. He had started using the shampoo brush, and it felt like heaven. You could feel the grime and dried blood dislodging from your scalp; you didn’t even want to see what the sink looked like right now.

“Black tea, maybe earl gray. But I’m not picky,” he shrugged. His eyes narrowed at the nape of your neck where he saw a thin line of blood. 

“You have an interesting cut back here, Sparrow.” He started rinsing out the shampoo as he carefully moved your hair aside to examine it further.

“Well, shit,” you say, sighing louder than necessary. “How bad is it? Is it stitch-worthy? Am I gonna make it?” you ask sarcastically.

“No stitches. You’ll live. Unfortunately,” Ghost deadpans. You roll your eyes at him just as you notice his hands aren’t in your hair anymore. You turn your head to see him squinting at the conditioner bottle.

“The hell is this for?” he asked.

“The conditioner?” you replied incredulously. 

“I know what it is, it’s just—why is it separate?” 

You squint your eyes in thought, trying to understand what he meant when it suddenly clicked.

“Simon…” you say, a wicked grin spreading on your face as you move up to a sitting position, carful not to drip water everywhere. His eyes shot down to look at you. That got his attention. You almost never called him by his actual name. “Please don’t tell me you use it.”

“Use what?” Ghost pressed, getting mildly annoyed. Oh, how he wanted to wipe that stupidly adorable annoying smile off your face. He hated not being in on a joke, even if he rarely showed it.

“On today’s true crime episode,” you say, grabbing the conditioner bottle out of his hands to use as a makeshift microphone. He crosses his arms at your antics, seeming oblivious to the fact that he was getting water and eucalyptus-scented suds all over the arms of his uniform.

“We’re looking at one of the most prolific criminals out there, Lieutenant Ghost. It’s terrifying, it’s horrifying, it's downright disturbing. What are his crimes ,you ask? Using two-in-one… shampoo and conditioner,” you finish, lowering your voice for dramatic effect.

“Fucking hell,” Ghost rasps, voice tinged with exasperation. “Am I not supposed to?”

“No!” you whisper-shout, mindful of your sleeping teammates. “Shampoo strips all the oils from your hair and conditioner puts moisture back in! How could one product do that simultaneously? I mean, seriously, Ghost,” you say, squeezing a generous amount into the palm of your hand before smoothing it over your strands. “It’s common sense.”

“It’s not common sense. Tedious and unnecessary is what it is,” he replies gruffly, watching you put the conditioner on. “So what, you just–put it on, and… leave it there?”

“Yeah… I usually leave it in for 15 minutes while I do other stuff but I’ll just let it sit for a couple minutes since I’m-” you pause, yawning. “Tired.”

“Do you want me to wash it out for you?” he asks, his voice going unusually soft.

“Yes, please,” you responded, lying back down so your hair was over the edge of the sink again. 

His fingers thread through your hair, ridding it of the last traces of conditioner. You force your eyes closed, trying not to think about the fact that Ghost’s face was mere inches away from yours. You felt something cold brush by your face, and your eyes shoot open to see the gleam of his dog tags dangling over you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he mumbled, tucking them back into his uniform like it was nothing.

Like it didn’t just get your heart caught in your throat.

You can feel his hands wringing out the water in your hair, strong enough to get your hair dry but not strong enough to hurt you. In a final act of pure kindness, he takes the towel sprawled out on the counter and throws it over your head.

“Done,” he says nonchalantly, ignoring your muffled protests from under the towel. When you finally get the towel off and tie it around your hair, you see him standing by the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the wall and watching you intently. Suddenly shy, you pull a stray blanket off of one of the chairs at the island and wrap yourself in it as makeshift armor from his icy gaze.

“You going to bed?” he asks as you walk up. You spin on your heel to look back down at where he’s still standing, arms crossed.

“No. I was actually just about to go for a six mile run,” you shoot back, rolling your eyes. “You should go to sleep too, Ghost. I could see your beady little eyes fighting to stay open at the dinner table.”

“My eyes are not beady.”

“Whatever. I’m going to bed. You can stay up until my neighbor's rooster Fish starts crowing if you like,” you say, fighting off another yawn.

“Your neighbor has a rooster named Fish?” he asks, amusement tinting his voice as he starts up the steps after you.

“Mr. Stricker is a strange man,” you reply. You’re met with a few seconds of silence as Ghost catches up to you.

“What do you call a fish wearing a bow tie?” he questions.

“Oh God.”

“Sofishticated,” he continues, not missing a beat. You were not expecting the laugh that erupts from your lips, and you clamp a hand over your mouth, wary of the rest of the team sleeping right above you. 

“That was so not funny,” you say, clearing your throat in a poor attempt to cover up your smile.

“Mhm. And yet you laughed,” Ghost replied. Even in the dim light, you can spot the glint in his eyes. You’d like to think that under his mask, he was smiling too. 

He fell into step with you now, his hands brushing against yours as you two made it up the rest of the stairs. There was plenty of room for both of you to walk without touching each other, but you didn’t pull your hand away.

Neither did he.

[twostepstyless]

Had to write a blurb obvs 🙄 ripped straight from the njfc universe !!

Word Count: 1.1k +

———

“Harry! M’back!” Y/N shouted through their home as she came bundling through their front door, kicking off her shoes in an instant and leaving her coat hanging on the bannister of the stairs, where it will remain for a few days until she remembers to take it upstairs the next time she’s passing to put it away. In fact, it’s Harry that ends up hanging the coat in her side of the wardrobe one day. Determining the weather in London had officially switched itself to ‘summer mode’ and she would have no further reason to be wearing a coat, at least for a few weeks.

Y/N picks up the bag of shopping she had left lying in the entryway and began to search out her fiancé when he didn’t appear as he usually would at the first sound of her arrival. Harry really was like the perfect pet, in that regard. The second he heard Y/N arrive anywhere he was usually waiting with baited breath at the door with his metaphorical tail sweeping the floor in delight. She peered her head up the stairs and listened hard for any sounds of life before deciding he must be somewhere down here. His go to navy cap still lying on the entry table along with his shoes kicked off haphazardly telling her he was still at home. She checked the living room next, not seeing her partner but their golden retriever, Vinnie lying belly up in the sun spot cast over the living room floor, his paws moving through the air as he no doubt dreamt about running round parks and sniffing all the arseholes and swimming in the muddiest puddles he could conjure up in his sleepy dream day. She giggled quietly before leaving the dog in his unconscious mirage, not wanting to wake him and ruin his fun. The search for Harry continued, the down stairs loo was vacant as was the dining room.

Y/N rounded the corner into their large kitchen, blinking suddenly at the change of light as the sun streamed through the back wall of glass windows as the afternoon breeze rippled through the open patio doors. The quiet birdsong of the sparrows cooling off in the bird bath in the garden could be heard in the air. And there he was.

You could’ve convinced Y/N had walked into her own mirage if she wasn’t disturbed by-

“OW! Fuck!” Harry yelled dropping the iron onto the board, hot plate down onto the fabric cover of the ironing board as he sucked his reddening fingertip into his mouth.

“Shit,” Y/N gasped, dropping the bag of shopping onto the kitchen island before rounding it to where Harry had the iron and ironing board set up on a sun spot of his own in front of the open doors. He was stood in his cord shorts, socks pulled up past his ankles and a plain white t shirt on his chest with his headphones clapped over his ears, still not hearing or noticing Y/N’s arrival. She was quick to pull his headphones of his ears causing him to jump about a foot in the air in surprise.

“Fuck me, you’re back, didn’t even hear you,” he gasped, taking his finger out his mouth and flapping his hand through the air as if that was making any difference to the burn he’s apparently given himself.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t have done considering you’ve got Shania blasting at decibels that could cause damage,” Y/N laughed as she set down his headphones, and reaching over and setting the iron back upright to avoid another triangular shaped scorch on the ironing board cover.

The sound of ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’ that was leaking from his headphones stopped when Harry pulled his phone out his pocket, with his uninjured hand, and hit pause.

“Was just leaning into my…” he mumbled the remainder of the sentence and Y/N didn’t have a hope in being able to decipher what he was saying.

“Wha’ was that?” She smirked, taking his hand into her own to inspect his injury.

“Was just leaning into my domestic goddess character,” Harry repeated, shyly.

“Hm very goddess-like, the burnt finger really sells it,” she teased.

“Oi! Tha’s really sore,” he tried tugging his hand free as Y/N rolled her eyes at his dramatics and kept it in her grip.

She pulled his finger to her lip and placed a small kiss on it before letting his hand go, “we’ll stick a bit of antiseptic on that, but I think you’ll live,” Y/N diagnosed.

“Thanks nurse,” Harry smiled.

“Eh, that’ll be doctor to you,” she played along before nudging him with her hip and peering round him to see what he was up to with the iron in the first place. “What were you even doing?”

“Kiss first,” Harry demanded before tilting his head down to steal the sweetest greeting peck, not giving her the chance to answer his demand.

“Mmm hi,” she sighed into the kiss.

“Missed you,” Harry kept his forehead against hers.

“I was away for an hour.”

“And I still missed you, a guy can’t miss his fiancée now?” Harry queried.

“Shhh, show me what you were doing now, cause going by the size of the washing pile in the utility room, it wasn’t normal ironing.”

Harry stood back from the ironing board to reveal a black pleasing hoodie that never made it past sampling stage stretched over the ironing board, except Harry had decided to get a little bit crafty with it.

“Found those while I was clearing through some stuff in m’office, wanted t’use them,” he explained with a shrug. Across the chest of the hoodie there were now four iron on patches of cats in various outfits.

“Aw look! That one looks like you,” Y/N pointed out the second cat who was in clad in some mustard looking flares, a blue vest and pink t-shirt , something that didn’t look too far of a reach to be found in her fiancés wardrobe.

“N’you’ve got boots like that,” Harry pointed to the cat next to his who was wearing red over the knee boots paired with a little printed skirt.

“I reckon Vinnie might get jealous, he’s going to start thinking you prefer cats to dogs,” Y/N pointed out, “I can sew over the top of these at one point, make them last longer?” she suggested.

“Would you?” he asked with a hint of excitement, Harrys personalisation skills didn’t extend much past iron on patches and iron on images, all the embroidered and sewn bits were gifts from other people or when he went pouting to Y/N. She nodded in response, “guess I’ll just need to make another one with fancy dressed dog patches when I find some,” Harry shrugged, looking forward to his next craft project already.

[funnyexel]

Short Stories

A little cuddle session (Gender/Sexuality Friendly)

Potential Yandere x Abused Fem!Reader

Quiet Tsundere x Reader

Yandere Villian x Identified Female Reader 

I’ve Missed You Beloved (Jack Sparrow x Gender Neutral Reader)

Newt Scamander x Black Female Reader (Oneshot)

Afraid of My Words (Request : Billy Loomis x Black Female Reader)

Give Yourself To Me (August Walker x Black Female Reader)

Second Chance (Gally x Black Female Reader)

Lets Play a Game (Albert Shaw x Black Female Reader)

A Routine (Brahms x Black Female Reader)

Yandere Blurbs

he's obsessed (yandere blurb)

loves you. hates them. (yandere blurb)

a thrill ride of obsession (yandere blurb)

its the stalker (yandere blurb)

missing items (yandere blurb)

what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left (yandere blurb)

[vivwritesfics]

Lewis Pullman Masterlist

Okay so i don't actually write for Lewis, but I do write for two of his characters (so far) and it made sense for me to group them here

Bob Floyd

Series

Shine A Light Into The Wreckage

Imagines

Military Flyover

The dagger squad don't want to do a military flyover of the Las Vegas grand Prix. None of them really knew much about and, those that did only really knew about Nascar. She hated the Vegas Grand Prix as much as those doing the military flyover. But the cute WSO there to support his friends was making it bearable.

Grow Old With You

Bob didn't want to introduce his girl to his squad. But she was his fiance and he did want them at the wedding. When Hangman tries it on, Bob knows she really is the one

Sweetness

The dagger squad didn't expect much from Bob. He was quiet and reserved, and they didn't expect anything else from him. But they didn't know about the girl waiting for him at home, dressed in her prettiest lingerie.

Blurbs

Girl dad bob

Damsel in distress

Cowboy bob

Bobs original pilot

Rhett Abbott

Series

Imagines

If Your Daddy Knew

The youngest member of the Tillerson family was so sweet, Rhett couldn't help but be enamoured with her. There weren't many other people he would risk climbing through the window of the Tillerson house for. If her daddy knew, there was no way he'd make it out alive (worth it)

Blurbs

Rhett and Sparrow

[iheardarumorthings]

HEY BESTIE CAN U MAKE A BLURB OR SOMETHING ABOUT FIVE HARGREEVES DURING THE FIRST EP OF S3 like yk the one where he saw delores after jayme spits on him and the reader who happens to date him saw it and like "wtf is he doing" and heard the name delores coming out of his mouth and the reader just goes silence after that scene BECAUSE THE READER IS THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT LIKE "is he actually still in love with a mannequin" and like very angsty afterwards but Five confronted her why she's being so quiet after their visit at the sparrows and the rest is up to u :] TYSM IDK ITS MY 1ST REQUEST ACTUALLY AND I CANTTT STOP THINKING ABT S3

ANGSTANGSTANGST

warnings: i think there's swearing, female reader (in my mind, but i can't remember using pronouns), angst. hardcore angst

tags: @mad-elia

PERFECTION

You were both running to get to Allison, his arm was around your waist, the other arm stretched toward the cornered woman. 

“Thanks,” she heaved once the three of you made it to the upstairs. 

“No problem,” Five said.

And then you saw her. She was a taller woman with electric black hair and green eyes. 

He told you guys to go, that he’d handle the woman. While Allison ran, you lingered, hiding behind the wall, watching.

He hit her over the head and she let out a groan of pain. Good. He could handle anything, your boyfriend. You had no doubt he’d be able to handle this easily; after all, he was probably the quickest thinker out of everyone. He could do anything and everything and that was only one reason you were irretrievably, desperately in love with the man.

And then came the spit, along with a hiss bubbling from the woman’s mouth. Jayme, you think her name was. Jayme. It sounded about right.

You wrinkled your nose, much like Five who began to berate her. “Agh! Hey, gross, alright?”

But before he could continue the usual lecture about sanitation, his face went glassy. Sweat built up on his forehead, and he began to walk around almost aimlessly.

“What the hell?” you heard him whisper. His eyes were directed toward the stairs, as were Jayme’s.

You ran out, looking at him, but didn’t touch him. Disturbing people when they’re in a trance could end dangerously, you heard. 

“What did you do to him?” you whispered, but she heard it and only smiled. It wasn’t one of those soft smiles; it was something similar to Five’s smile when he was irked. It was crooked, fake.

“I’m only showing him what he wants, kid.”

“Dolores?” Five whispered. You could feel your heart shatter.

The mannequin; that mannequin that sat with the both of you through the darkest nights of the apocalypse. She was there through everything; he always seemed to choose her over you. Even after you two were together. Dolores this; Dolores that; “Dolores would look good in this, wouldn’t she?”; “Dolores, you’re perfect”; “Dolores, I love you”.

You thought it was over. You thought he was over the stupid mannequin; you thought he loved you, only you. You thought that you two were meant for one another, the stupid soulmate shit everyone preached. But, you could see now, you clung on too tightly to the dreams a little girl would have.

You could see him break out into a smile, a genuine one. “Dolores.”

And then came the italian. 

“Really? Italian? Holy shit. Do you think I could get out of this without fighting you?” you asked Jayme. She raised an eyebrow at you before quickly turning to Five. “I’m way to tired for-”

He began to make out with thin air. 

Well, fuck.

“Okay, I’m just going to go,” you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

You only just turned your back when you heard Five tumble down the stairs.

~*~

“Just gonna sit. I’m just gonna sit for a minute,” Luther groaned.

Your bones were cracking. You could practically collapse right there, plopping down on the top of the bench, lying there, mimicking Klaus on the table next to yours.

“Oh, I’m cracking,” Klaus said, a grit to his voice. You could second that.

“You all good, Klaus?”

“Fine, (Y/N/N), you?”

“Could be better.”

Five climbed on top of the table, sitting on the edge and placing your head gently in his lap. He began to run his fingers through your hair, his rhythm was constant. His love wasn’t. He grazed a cut and you hissed.

“That’s one hell of a cut, Sweetheart,” he mused quietly. You used that as an excuse to get out of his lap.

“I’m fine.”

You could see him flinch- just barely, not enough to catch if you weren’t paying close attention- at the slight harshness in your tone.

Good.

~*~

“CHET! Mon frère! I’d like my usual suite, por favor!” Klaus announced excitedly to the man at the front desk. He was older, his wrinkles prominent, but his hair still maintaining a blondish color that grasped onto hints of youth. 

“I’ve never seen you before,” Chet deadpanned. 

“See? Told you. Discreet.”

“Great job, Klaus,” you giggled; in turn, he wrapped an arm around you and wrestled you into his side.

“Don’t sass me, kiddo. There is such thing as a time out corner, you know.”

The dog’s whimper interrupted the conversation very quickly. 

“Please stop scaring my dog,” Chet said.

“We need some rooms, please.”

“Super.” Chet pulled out a sign with the words only a nightmare could hold. “And how will we be paying today?”

Well shit.

“Fine,” Luther said. “Empty your pockets. Come on; something.”

You dug around in your pockets, finding a dagger and an extinguished cigarette. 

“(Y/N)! Come on, really?” Five scolded.

“As if you haven’t had a cigar before.”

“Condoms?” Luther asked.

“I think you can exchange those for cash,” Klaus replied, causing you to giggle.

“Come on, you two, put the knives away!”

Luther looked around. “Oh, all right,” he sighed, removing his watch. Klaus marveled at it as he handed it to Chet. Examining it, Chet grabbed three room keys.

“Well, let’s Brady Bunch this bitch.”

~*~

Only one room had one bed, so you and Five were assigned to that one.

“Let’s unpack. Settle in.”

“And what do we have to unpack?” you questioned, eyebrow cocked.

“Yes, Darling, isn’t that liberating?”

“Fair enough.”

“Alright then,” Five said. “Let’s fix you up.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

You didn’t want him touching you anymore. You didn’t want him lying to you anymore.

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine. I’ll get Allison in here-”

“Why Allison?” he asked, eyebrows furling. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes. Your heart broke and soared at the same time.

“You know why, Five. I saw everything.”

“Everything? I don’t get it.” He approached you, reaching out. You pulled back. He took another step forward. This kept going until your back hit the wall. He quickly brought his arm up, trapping you there. “I don’t understand. Why can’t I take- what did you see?”

You laughed, but stared at his arm. He was serious.

His other hand made its way to your hairline, brushing it softly. “I don’t understand.”

You recoiled, causing him to flinch once more.

“Sweetheart, we’re done. It’s all over; no more apocalypse, no more nothing. This is it! We can be happy- just… tell me what happened. I’ll fix it. I swear I will. I can’t afford to lose you after everything. I’ll fix everything, I promise, just please tell me what-”

“I saw you making out with thin air.”

“After what Jayme did? I thought I told you to run-”

“I hung back to make sure there wasn’t any funny business.” His arm loosened and you made your exit, walking toward the door. He didn’t jump toward you. He didn’t do anything. He just looked. “Turns out, there was some funny business. You’re still hung up on Dolores.”

“No,” he whispered. “No, (Y/N), I swear to God, I-”

“I heard everything, Five. So, we’re hanging out here for the next few days and then I’m out. I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N), I love you. Not Dolores, you.”

“I have come second to her after years, Five. Years I have waited for you to come around, and when you finally did, I was stupid enough to believe it was true. I was foolish enough to believe you could actually love me, that someone would actually love me. But, of course, I should’ve known: you can’t get over something so perfect that quickly.”

“You are perfection,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “You-”

“No, Five. You can’t- I know what I saw. I know what you want, and that’s not me. Now, if you excuse me, Allison will only be available for so long. I’m going to need this cut fixed.”

You walked out the door with tears blurring your vision.

[sam-glade]

WIP Intro: The Prince's Shadow

(Original Fiction, Days of Dusk book 2)

Pitch: What do you do when the target of your revenge turns out to be immortal? Genre: sapphic adult fantasy Themes: revenge, grief, power Word count: 110k (expected) Status: Rewriting the latest draft for NaNoWriMo.

Blurb: Killing a Sword is tricky. First, you need to take into account the blast that will follow their death, which can level buildings in a hundred yard radius. Then, there are their combat abilities, and their inherent physical prowess, exceptional strength, supernatural healing speed...

Erya is never one to back down from the challenge. After ten months of stewing in grief and anger, revenge appears to be the only option, and so, with the First Prince's tentative support, she puts her plans into action. She doesn't care how the resident hero dies; all she wants is to see him turn to ash.

Note: yes, the protag of Gifts of Fate is now the antagonist. This is my NaNoWriMo project.

Features:

❄️ Revenge, no forgiveness ❄️ Secret identity ❄️ Spymaster x chessmaster ❄️ Angry butch x stoic femme ❄️ Cool Swords - with self-indulgent superpowered HEMA fight scenes ❄️ Protagonist with albinism ❄️ Trans love interest ❄️ Secondary world ❄️ Elemental powers

Content Warnings (CW) for recurring elements:

Gore, grotesque monsters, mind-affecting superpowers

I will post specific CWs with each snippet and update the list as the project progresses.

Days of Dusk taglist (please message me to +/-): @acertainmoshke @another-white-void @cee-grice @cljordan-imperium @elshells @poetinprose @sparrow-orion-writes

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Soft Jake thoughts of the night 😭😭😭

“Whatcha reading, there. pretty?” Jake mumbles, practically throwing himself on top of you.

“Jake!” You laugh, dropping your book down next to your head. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“I wanna cuddle with my girl.” Jake looks up at you, cocking a single eyebrow at you with narrowed eyes. “That a problem?”

“Of course not,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his back.

“Good.” He mumbles, burying his face into your neck.

He goes straight for the spot just below your ear, his favorite spot for a multitude of reasons. Depending on how he chooses to tend to it, a variety of different reactions can be elicited. His favorite? Soft, barely there kisses to it, that draw out the softest giggles.

“Jake,” you squeak, trying to move away. “Jaaaake.” you repeat through more giggles. He pays you no mind at all.

“What?” He asks against your skin, nibbling gently at your earlobe before going back to the little sweet spot.

“It- that-“

“Awe, you’re so cute,” Jake cuts you off, blowing a gentle stream of air against your neck.

“You’re so evil,” you say through your soft, melodic giggles. “Quiiit, Jake!”

With a dramatic noise of shock, he pulls back and feigns an offended look. “Me?! Evil?” he scoffs. “I don’t even know what that word means.”

“Oh, do forgive me,” you start dramatically. “I seem to have forgotten you only know fancy words.”

“Hah hah, you’re such a little shit.” Jake laughs sarcastically, playfully rolling his eyes and digging one of his hands into your hip.

[lazysunjade]

story inspiration tag | on sunlit tides

tagged by: @catamano

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

the story of OST wasn't based on much of anything. I got inspired by Island Living when the EP was released to do a story in Sulani with mermaids, and naturally, every mermaid needs a pirate. I repurposed older sims (who were going to be part of a different sim story based on The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) into Naida and Ven and thus On Sunlit Tides was born. The name being wordplay of PotC: On Stranger Tides and the Sims 3 island world Sunlit Tides.

Ven's character is an amalgamation, but he is primarily based on Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop. There's a line in the anime where Spike mentions that one eye can only see the past. Whether this is actually literal or simply metaphorical isn't made clear to viewers, but I was always struck by it, and thought the mechanism was particularly fascinating for a character to actually suffer constantly see the world through two entirely different lenses simultaneously. Ven also has many of Spike's lackadaisical mannerisms, while also having a similar backstory. In Spike's case, he's ex-yakuza, in Ven's, it's ex-military. Emrys is Ven's equivalent of Vicious; a partner/brother-figure from his past he now deeply despises and knows he will have to inevitably face. The two characters follow similar paths and have nearly paralleled resolutions, as well as other minor commonalities such as personal philosophies, aliases, etc.

To a lesser extent, Ven also incorporates certain elements of both Jack Sparrow and Howl, with the scene where Naida first uses her magic being directly influenced by the Howl/Sophie hair color changing scene. The overall OST aesthetic (quite obviously) borrows heavily from Pirates of the Caribbean (with Artrice being my interpretation of Tia Dalma) and League of Legend's Bilgewater. Naida has less tangible inspirations, though her magic and overall connection to the moon (as well as aspects of her appearance) were influence by Yue from ATLA.

[yup-thats-me]

— reading glasses • justin h min

pairing: Justin h min x reader

summary: Justin can't find his glasses :3

warning: none. short and fluffy

"Y/N! Where are my glasses?" Justin called for you.

You sighed, knowing they were right in front of him. "They're on the table!" You shouted back from the kitchen.

Justin paused before calling you again. "I looked there! They are not there!"

You put down the ceramic plates, making your way to where Justin was.

"JUSTIN HONG-KI MIN! IF I find them on the table, things will have consequences!" You said, wiping your wet hands on the white apron, standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

Justin was sitting there on his usual reading spot on the bed, grinning like a five year old. "You came," he smiled smugly.

"Oh shut up."

You went to the table by the corner of the room and undoubtedly the pair of glasses was sitting there idly for Justin to find.

You grabbed the glasses, thursting them towards Justin. "What are these then?" You demanded, trying to keep a straight face.

Justin smiled, pulling you by the wrist, making you sit on his lap. "Thanks darling," he kissed you sweetly knowing that possibly can't keep you mad at him.

"You nasty cheater," you giggled at your boyfriend. "Dinner is ready."

requests are open <3

[battle-of-the-birds]

Alrighty and HERE ARE OUR CONTENDERS!!!

Tag for the polls: #bird battle

DISCLAIMER - I wrote the round one blurbs when I was very sick and half awake, so if you see any mistakes PLEASE TELL ME! Nicely, obviously, but I want to make sure they sound good for round 2. Thank you!

I know there’s a lot of them, but man there’s SO MANY GOOD BIRDS! There were a few times where people didn’t put what specific subspecies for some birds, so sometimes I’d have to choose one. I tried to choose one that represents that bird the best!

I don’t know when the polls will begin, I’m doing some research on the birds so that people can read about them before they vote.

If one of your favs didn’t make it in, don’t worry they’re a winner in my and your heart.

If you are wondering where the Pigeon (Rock Dove) is, THEY ARE THE FINAL CHAMPION! At the end of this bracket, the winner will face off against the mightily popular Rock Dove! Will they be able to beat such a tough challenger? We will see…

Also, a note on how I set this bracket up: I put all the birds in a numbered list and then used a number generator. I think the matchups we got were really interesting.

Full list under the cut

HARPY EAGLE

SUPERB BIRD OF PARADISE

VAMPIRE FINCH

RAINBOW LORIKEET

BALTIMORE ORIOLE

EURASIAN WREN

STELLER'S JAY

CALIFORNIA CONDOR

EURASIAN HOOPOE

BLACK CAPPED CHICKADEE

TAWNY FROGMOUTH

AMERICAN GOLDFINCH

ANDEAN COCK OF THE ROCK

MUTE SWAN

WESTERN SANDPIPER

STELLER'S SEA EAGLE

VIOLET BACKED STARLING

HOATZIN

HOUSE SPARROW

HERACLES

CANADIAN GOOSE

DODO

GREAT EARED NIGHTJAR

SANDHILL CRANE

PELAGORNIS

SUPERB FAIRY WREN

SOUTHERN CASSOWARY

AMERICAN ROBIN

GREATER ROADRUNNER

GREAT BLUE HERON

AMERICAN AVOCET

PASSENGER PIGEON

WALLCREEPER

GREAT TIT

MOA

EASTERN BLUEBIRD

AUSTRALIAN BUSHTURKEY

EMU

MALLARD DUCK

FLAME BOWERBIRD

MANDARIN DUCK

BELTED KINGFISHER

OILBIRD

FAIRY PENGUIN

LESSER FLAMINGO

AUSTRALIAN KESTREL

CARRION CROW

UMBRELLABIRD

LOGGERHEAD SHRIKE

PERUVIAN PELICAN

CALIFORNIA QUAIL

MACGREGORS BOWERBIRD

HARRIS HAWK

COMMON RAVEN

BEARDED VULTURE

PEREGRINE FALCON

ROSY LOVEBIRD

ROSEATTE SPOONBILL

LONG TAILED GRACKLE

AMERICAN WOODCOCK

KAKAPO

BLUE FOOTED BOOBY

RHEA

BEE HUMMINGBIRD

WHITE WAGTAIL

HUIA

SNAIL KITE

DOMESTIC CHICKEN

KIWI

MOURNING DOVE

ATLANTIC PUFFIN

CARDINAL

LYREBIRD

EUROPEAN ROBIN

BURROWING OWL

OSPREY

RED TAILED HAWK

BLEEDING HEART DOVE

BARN OWL

PEACOCK

SATIN BOWERBIRD

CAIQUE

RED WINGED BLACKBIRD

LONG TAILED TIT

HERRING GULL

GREEN HERON

CREAM COLORED WOODPECKER

AUSTRALIAN IBIS

TRISTAM'S STARLING

POTOO

WANDERING ALBATROSS

BLUE JAY

KEA

COMMON MYNA

RAINBOW TOUCAN

GREATER SAGE GROUSE

TURKEY VULTURE

TUFTED TITMOUSE

CRESTED AUKLET

EURASIAN MAGPIE

BUDGIE

SCREECH OWL

WIP-POOR-WILL

SECRETARY BIRD

AUSTRALIAN MAGPIE

CEDAR WAXWING

VICTORIA CROWNED PIGEON

HERMIT THRUSH

COMMON SWIFT

WHITE BELLBIRD

BROWN SKUA

EUROPEAN DIPPER

[parkersbliss]

The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

Last Updated ➞ 07/25/22

Requests CLOSED ➞ Prompt list

Don’t wanna miss out? ➞ Taglist

MASTERLIST

Five Hargreeves ➞

!!all five fics are him aged up to 16/18+ with the reader being mentally the same age as five unless stated otherwise !! 

Oneshots:  

Massacre 

Female reader

Partners in crime or partners for life? take downs with five are always fun… for you at least

“Sorry, did you want kiss my ass or fuck you?”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

Enchanting 

Female!siren!reader 

Five and you meet the handler and he begins to doubt you’re telling him the truth 

“Your voice is quite captivating, isn’t it?” 

Estimated Reading Time: 7 Minutes

Ready

Gn!Reader 

Once he realizes you're gone, Five finally confesses

"You don’t know how to love?” 

Estimated Reading Time: 7 Minutes

Peach 

Gn!Reader

Another attempt to save the world, and another timeline messed up... how do you and Five get out of this one? 

“Whose superpower are birds?”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

Home

Female!Reader

When Five’s forced to chose between your life or a way home, what does he pick?

“You let me keep the girl, and I get you a ticket home.” 

Estimated Reading Time: 4 Minutes

Hot Stuff 

Pyrokinetic!Reader

You meet Five and duel in a hand to hand, only to find you quite like him

“Suit yourself, pea brain.” 

Estimated Reading Time: 4 Minutes

Flustered 

Female!Reader

Ever since five retried, he’s been a lot more affectionate with you

“Yeah, (Y/N) looks like she’s gonna die of embarrassment.”

Estimated Reading Time: 3 Minutes

Damned and Drunk

Female!Reader

Five hargreeves is damned if he doesn’t ask you out to this wedding, even if he gets drunk and slips up

“I didn’t think you had the guts to ask me out, but here we are.”

Estimated Reading Time: 8 Minutes

Decades 

Female!Reader

Traveling through time isn’t easy, especially when you lose your best friend to it and he strands you in a different world 

“I’m really happy you’re alive.”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

One Minute

Female!Reader

All it takes is one minute for everything to change. Five learns that the hard way. 

“You look just like her.”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

Blame

Sparrow!Female!Reader

In a freak accident, you found yourself stranded in the apocalypse, only a boy for company, but what happens when you finally find your way home?

“Ugh, (Y/N), don’t tell me you’re in love with this loser.”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

Rich People

Female!Reader

Five hargreeves is tasked with a mission of playing husband to you and he’s not exactly thrilled about it 

“The file says married couple. Not newly divorced with one kid.”

Estimated Reading Time: 6 Minutes

Forget-me-not (Coming soon)

Female!Reader

The Umbrellas have one rule: Never talk about the Jennifer incident — the day they lost you. 

“Were you something to me?” 

Estimated Reading Time: 6 Minutes

Blurbs / head canons 

Bitter Half 

That all? (Blackcat!reader) 

Good Use (Blackcanary!reader) 

Sweet Flavor 

Tomorrow

Hotel Waffles

Power Couple (HC) (Wanda!reader) 

Touched (HC) 

Swept (HC) (superspeed!reader) 

Shit (HC) (Wanda!reader) 

Kiss Attack (HC) 

Qué? 

Cuddling Headcannons

Biscuits and Lattes (Wanda!Reader) 

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB's Recommendation List: March

Welcome to March’s recommendation. Down below is the link to February’s part 2 featuring Peaky Blinders, Bucky Barnes, and more. March is a very busy month for me, I’m traveling all over to see specialists, so there may be more stories than usual, or there could be fewer. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you are enjoying the new theme on the blog for March, as St. Patrick’s day holds a special day in my heart. My folks got married on that day in an intimate ceremony and again in July in a bigger ceremony many years ago, before many of your parents got together.

🌹 Feb. '23 Pt. 2

March '23 Pt. 2 🍀

Masterlist

A Handsome Stranger >> John Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Me and The Devil >> Alfie Solomons x Reader (Moodboard)

In Death's Realm >> Fortunate Souls Playlist, "Death has feelings, death weeps, death feels anger, death has hopes and dreams, and death has a heart."

Have It All by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Keep Us Safe by @zablfie >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Make A Good Thing Bad >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella (Moodboard)

My Darling Tommy (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x Reader "I do not think such a smile or happiness will be known till we are in each other's arms once more."

Lighthouse Vacation (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

Happy Birthday Buck (Moodboard + Drabble) >> Bucky Barnes x OFC!Sparrow Lake

How About Now by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Polly Gray x Aberama Gold (Moodboard) "Across the vast quantity of multiverses, Polly Gray always fell in with Mr. Gold. Mr. Gold himself fell madly deeply in love with Mrs. Gray."

The Blackbird and The Lionheart (Playlist) >> Polly Gray x Aberama Gold

HEADCANON'S:

Being Finn's Twin Sister by @mindful-of-ideas >> I loved seeing more Finn Shelby on my dashboard.

ONE-SHOTS:

Fireflies by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Extended version of her Moodboard and Blurb. | Did I cry? Yes. Would I read it again? Yes, times a million. It's such a beautiful story, yet so sad.

A Handsome Stranger by @zablife >> Vampire!John Shelby x Reader - Summary: You meet a handsome man one night in a club who makes you feel a powerful desire for him. The events of the evening grow increasingly strange and difficult to comprehend. | I did not see that end coming at all, but then again, with all of Lee's writing, she always takes me by surprise with her endings! I hope to see more vampire!Shelby family.

BLURBS:

Pizza and Champagne. by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: A peek into your and Tommy's life. | So good, and I would love to have a night like this with Modern!Tommy.

Three's A Party by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Ginger!Lady - Summary: You and Tommy have a threesome with a frequent female patron from The Garrison. Tommy thinks he just might be in Heaven. | This is so very hot. Please enjoy it.

MINI-SERIES:

Keep Us Safe by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Family history repeats itself when your daughter is taken by parish authorities. This time Tommy won't let them get away with it. | This story will make your eyes water and your heartache, but you will see a father's true desperation to do whatever it takes to make his family whole. Lee, you did such an outstanding job with this story.

What About Now by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy has been hard at work with your children Charlie and Ruby, planning something extra special for you. | This is very beautiful, and I absolutely adore it. Tommy puts so much effort into doing something for his significant and evolving his children. Be still my heart.

DRABBLES:

Request: Ties and Baton by @dameronscopilot >> Steven Grant x f!reader - Summary/Request: Okay, but now that you’ve mentioned it, Steven using his tie and batons on the reader. | I read the warnings, I promise I did, but I still did not expect it to be as hot as it was.

ONE-SHOT:

Favorite Kind of Trouble by @amhrosina >> Frank Castle x Reader x Matt Murdock - Summary: Frank and you get up to no good at a gala event, and Matt’s enhanced senses can’t help but focus on the pretty sounds you’re making from across the room. | Be prepared to read something that has just the right amount of spiciness to it.

Present by @crazyunsexycool >> Alpha!Stucky x Reader - Summary: Reader has never presented as a beta, alpha, or omega, but she still managed to find the loves of her life. If she isn't presented, then why is she in the middle of a mission, cramping and hunched over, craving her two loves so badly? | If you are looking for some spicy Stucky x Reader, look no further. This will have you covered.

SERIES:

Push & Pull by @milkymoon2483 >> Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OC Hannah Friedman - Summary: You’re going back to your small town for your father’s funeral and Shiva. You know you’re about to face family drama, but what worries you the most is that you’re going to see HIM, your dad’s long-time friend and probably the most attractive man you have ever met. When Frank finally sees you and realizes that you’re all grown up, he struggles with accepting his budding feelings for you. | Please do yourself a favor and go and read this, especially if you are on a Frank Castle kick or if you are a sad bunny like me. This story is just perfect. The emotions that are portrayed through the writing are just beautiful.

ONE-SHOTS:

Can You See His Silhouette? by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: You get your period and without anything to help you with it, you're mortified. Luckily Joel is there to help. | This is really sweet, leaving me wishing for Joel to take care of me.

Compass by @frenchiereading >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: You receive an unexpected visit that threatens to tip over the fragile balance you’ve been trying to maintain for the sake of your love, your family, and your marriage. Set about a year after the events of the movie. | Grab some tissues for this one, folk, because let me just say, you'll need them.

Crossroads of His Heart by @jake-g-lockley >> Frankie Morales x reader - Summary/Prompt: “would you acknowledge my feelings for you if i kissed you right now? you can’t seem to take a damn hint, [name]”, Glancing at you but immediately looking away when you catch them, Almost kissing, but someone walks in. | Can you tell I'm on a Triple Frontier kick, and I'm getting my fix? This was so adorable, especially the cotton candy scene.

Lush by @javierpinme >> Neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!Reader - Summary: You buy a sex toy and accidentally send a request to your hot neighbor to join in. | Is this really hot? Yes. Did I need to splash cold water on myself after reading? Very much so.

Stay by @dameronscopilot >> Kacey Dutton x Reader - Summary: When a downtrodden Kayce arrives on your doorstep at nearly midnight on New Year’s Eve and shares unexpected news, reigning in the feelings you’ve harbored for him for years becomes exceedingly difficult. | I'm a big fan of Yellowstone, and Kacey is my favorite character, so I freaked out when I saw this. It's something I didn't know I needed and I want more of in my life. Please go read if you are a fan of Lukas Grimes or Yellowstone!

Worth the Risk by @melodygatesauthor >> Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader - Summary: You're visiting your hometown on college break, and you are staying overnight at your best friend's house. You never realized how attractive her dad was until that night. You wonder if he feels the same. | An Oscar Isaac character *chefs kiss* and some spiciness, just what everyone needs.

The Wow Factor by @movievillainess721 >> Frankie Morales x Plus Size!Female!Reader - Summary: You now owe Santi a favor. | Can something be adorable and hot at the same time? Well, this was.

MINI-SERIES:

*Grays Part 1 & Part 2 by @fuckyeahdindjarin >> Frankie Morales x Hairstylist!Reader - Summary: Frankie wants you to cover up his grays. You want to knock some sense into his salt-and-pepper head. | I only give you the summary of part 1, but trust me, you will want to read both parts. Part two is spicy, but part one is the teasing, and I just love this so much.

MOODBOARDS:

Arthur + Wedding by @acewritesfics >> Arthur Shelby x Reader | Arthur and Reader sneaking off just warms my heart. I need more Arthur in my life now.

Men (Modern AU) by @dreamlandcreations >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons - Blurb | TOMMY'S WHAT?!? Alex does a wonderful job making your jaw drop. Beautiful moodboard.

Your Eyes by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby - Poem | Such a beautiful poem and moodboard, Selene.

@acewritesfics - Ace was one of the very first Peaky Blinder writers I followed on Tumblr when I returned, and I'm so glad I did. I don't just follow her peaky content. I follow because Ace is so kind in her feedback on other people's content and just encouraging. She is definitely someone you want on your dashboard.