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Came here to say that YOUR FERRYMAN DESIGN IS SO FUN TO DRAW???
Its so shape-ful.. Ive been meaning to send this for a WHILE but never picked up the motivation to until now! Σ(＞Д＜)
Small sisyphus and minos doodle i made a bit ago to make up for it :)
OH MY GOD THESE ARE SO CUTE THANKKK YOU!!!! AAAAAAA
i never though i'd see fanart for my ferryman designs
(also i love the sisyphus and minos doodle they're so cute)
ONCE AGAIN THANK YOUU!!!
Spiraling(Prologue)(A D.W Romance Fanfic)
Summary: Natalia Rosegringer is a struggling college student who works in hometown bookstore. She is a good Christian girl that focuses on her studies and never misses church. She has a secret though. Her family are witches who come from an ancient bloodline of Royal Witches. Because of this bloodline, she is given special abilities that were long ago helpful to the world before people became scared of witches and the witch trials. Natalia's particular special ability is that she has dreams that foretell the future and she can heal anyone with a touch of her hand or a feel of her singing voice. She doesn't know about all this though and wonders why she is having dreams about a handsome man with pitch black eyes, in an old house every night...
Featuring: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Baby The Impala, Ellen Harvelle, Rowena Macleod, Castiel, Jack Kline and TBC...
Prologue:
Sometimes, sitting on your computer and writing out your problems is all you can do. Sometimes, it's just better to ruin things and get your anger out and done with too... - Natalia Rosegringer
It's almost 12 am and I'm still working on applying for scholarships to apply for school. I literally had no money and no way to pay for the college that I wanted to go to. Also, not to mention that I did not have great grades either and failed a few of my previous classes either. Life was hard sometimes and sometimes I didn't want to live it, but then sometimes life could be really sweet and make me feel like I was winning. It was a love-hate relationship and I just didn't know when to end it... or maybe I just didn't want to.
I looked up from my computer screen and looked at the sign that my aunt gave me for my birthday about two years ago(I think...). The words were written in different fonts. It basically said "When Life gets too hard to stand, kneel." Well I'll be honest with you. Sometimes it felt like God was not hearing my prayers or either he did, but maybe I had to learn something.
I looked back at my computer screen and sighed epically. I was done and I was ready to go to sleep. I turned my computer off and closed the lid. Then I got up and and walked to where my phone was. There were two messages. One from Grant and the other was from my friend, Sam. I pressed on the one from Sam.
Sam: Are you still up? Wanna go out and do something crazy?"
I smiled at the messaged. Sam was always asking if I wanted to do something crazy, like my life wasn't crazy enough. I guess there was just not enough craziness in his life, so he had to jump into mine. I looked at the little, brown analog clock that sat on my little cabinet. The little hand pointed between the intricately scribbled twelve and one, while the large hand pointed just a few centimeters away from the five, indicating that it was now 12:10 am. I didn't have anything to do tomorrow besides church, but I'd hate to sleep in and miss though. It was Easter Sunday tomorrow and that would mean that there would be great messages in store.
After a moment or two of thinking, I typed out my reply.
Natalia: Sorry, can't do something crazy tonight. I have church tomorrow.
Sam immediately replied back.
Sam: Sad... :(
I decided to leave him on read and put my phone on the charger and set it on my little cabinet by the little, brown analog clock. I really needed to get some rest for tomorrow.
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There were trees everywhere. Each was very creepy looking and looked like old, boney hands that were going to reach out and grab me. There was a mud covered path that I noticed I was walking on, leading to somewhere I did not know. I looked around and saw a blood filled sky with stars that shone as bright as noon day. The moon was red and it honestly looked like a goth scene in a movie. I kept walking until I found an old yellow house.
The paint was stripping off the old house, which made it look even scarier. Red and yellow eyes were peering out of the windows, watching me like hawks hunting their prey. There was one window that stood out in particular though. This room was lit up and inside it peered a man in red flannel. His eyes were not normal. What should have been a human color for eyes was replaced with pitch black darkness.
The man looked at me and smiled a beautiful smile. I didn't know what to do, but just stand in my place. Even though this man was very creepy, he was very captivating too. There was just something about him. A type of beauty you couldn't find anywhere else.
He was handsome, I'll admit, but why would he even look at someone like me?
The man looked away from me and turned around. As soon as he did so, the light burst from somewhere. I assumed he walked out, now leaving an empty room that was just as black as his eyes now. I didn't know where he went or what he was going to do. For some odd reason, I was still thinking about his beauty and the way he smiled at me. It wasn't a smile that had any intentions that he was going to murder. No, instead there was warmth and love behind that smile. Like somehow he was going to save me, but how could a man with black eyes save me?
I heard footsteps signaling that someone was walking towards me. Hard footsteps could be heard through the air. I knocked myself out of my trance and looked to where the sound was coming from. My eyes came to a stop at the old house. The man in the window was now walking towards me, but as he did so his features began to change and so did everything around him. The sky was no longer red, the moon no longer black, the house began to clean itself up, the trees began to straighten up and grow leaves and the creatures' eyes began to vanish.
The scene began to come together and become a beautiful dream. In the place of the moon was a golden sun and big, fluffy clouds replaced the stars. The leaves on the trees were now a beautiful, dark green with pink and red flowers adorning them, crowning them with all their glory. The house was now a beautiful, yellow house that was adorned with beautiful finishing pieces. The man... The man was still handsome, but now he had forest green eyes that sparkled in the sun. I could see him clearer now. he had freckles scattered across his lovely face and red danced across his cheeks. He also had pink, plump lips that looked as soft as pillows. I personally wanted to reach out and touch them, but my body wouldn't move to do so. His hair was a beautiful burgandy brown that shone in the sunlight to signal that it was healthy. I sighed and continued to look at him. He was a lovely dream now.
He stopped in front of me and smiled. Then he reached up and touched my cheek, carressing it ever so slowly and gently. A slow burn I would definitely say. He then smiled and showed those beautiful, pearly white teeth.
There was a pause
Then he did the unthinkable.
His lips pressed to mine.
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End of the Prologue! Hope you all enjoyed!
His little Mate
Summary: An odd girl, Silver's somehow different than anyone else in Derry, and her life's about to get much more complicated. With children going missing, bullies in every corner and new friends, she'll have to gather enough courage to survive the summer that's coming, and the choice that must be made, if not by her then by another. Rating may change later. Also struggled to pick the genre.
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Chapter 1
Footsteps and laughter echoed in the Denbrough home as seven year old George Denbrough ran into his older brother's room. It was absolutely pouring down and Bill was sick with the flu, but he'd promised to make Georgie a boat he could take outside and play with. Georgie's face had lit up and he nodded with a large grin, staring out of the window and into the distance as Bill made the boat with some paper from his notebook, old newspaper and some tape. He could hear the crinkling of the paper as it was folded again and again until at last, there it was. Bill grabbed a thick black pen and wrote S S Georgie on the side. "Now, g-go t-t-to t-the cellar a-a-and get m-me the p-p-paraffin w-wax."
"What's that?"
"I-it will a-a-allow t-the boat t-to f-float."
"Okay." He rushed obediently to get the wax, eager to get going. He passed his mother in the lounge. She was playing the piano. Georgie was careful not to disturb her, creeping past the doorway and down the cellar. The wax was on the shelf just as Billy said it was, but something was...off. Georgie hated the cellar. It was large and dark - the perfect place for monsters to hide in, which was ridiculous because both his parents and more importantly, Bill and Silver, said there were no such things as monsters. No such thing as monsters. It was something he kept reminding himself of. Yet, as he picked up the wax, there was a noise that made him almost jump out of his skin, his heart racing in his chest. He spun around, his torch shaking in his hand as he tried to find the source - a pair of glowing lights staring at him in the dark. His eyes widened in fear, but he stayed where he was, his free hand going for the light switch. The light turned on, his shoulders slumped in relief at the sight of the "glowing lights", which were nothing but two torches lying side by side on the shelf.
He giggled and ran up the stairs, walkie talkie in one hand and the wax in the other. He had to put one down in order to turn off the light and shut the door, picking it back up after and running back to Bill. It never occurred to Georgie that the two torches couldn't have possibly been responsible for the glowing lights in the Cellar, as they were both off at the time. If it had, his fear would have returned and he probably would have questioned it further. It only took about five more minutes to finish the boat, grab his bright yellow raincoat and green wellies and rush out of the door. Rain pelted down on him as he stopped at the end of the driveway and turned to wave to his brother in the top window. "Bye, Billy!" He didn't bother to respond when he heard Bill's voice on the walkie talkie, warning him to be careful. It was slowly getting dark, it was pouring down and there was not another soul in sight, but Georgie didn't mind as he placed his boat down in the water next to the curb and began chasing after it in glee. If Bill Denbrough knew that was the last thing Georgie would ever say to him, and the last time he ever saw his brother, he would have done something, anything.
But he didn't. And Bill Denbrough never saw his brother again.
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For being October, the weather wasn't as cold as you would have expected. It was just raining. Georgie laughed loudly, jumping in puddles as he ran down his street onto Witcham Street. The boat was yards in front of him. Georgie was so busy keeping an eye on it that he forgot to keep an eye on where he was going. He slammed into one of the road signs with a loud "Oof!", landing on his back. Unfortunately, this allowed the boat to pull even more ahead, something he noticed. He shot to his feet, running faster than before. But the water was running too fast, and his boat ended up going down one of the storm drains. "NO!" He lunged at the boat but missed by a few seconds. "No." He crouched down, uncaring whether he got his clothes soaking wet or not, and peered in despite knowing it was a lost cause. "Bill's gonna kill me."
Georgie switched positions so he was on his hands and knees and ducked his head a little more. But it was dark; too dark too see anything. It didn't help that the water going into the drain sounded almost like a hollow waterfall. He was about to leave when a pair of amber eyes opened suddenly and stared straight at him. He screamed, jerking back.
"Hiya, Georgie."
The voice was sweet, soft and somewhat high pitched, yet he had a feeling it came from a male rather than a female. The voice moved closer to him until he was able to see who - or rather, what, it was. It was a man dressed as a clown. He couldn't make out all of the clown's features but he noticed it was chalk white with rather plump cherry lips and a painted red nose instead of one of those stupid red noses clowns usually used and a ruffled costume.
Hold on, I thought they were amber. I'm sure they were amber a moment ago.
But who the hell has amber eyes? And yet, the eyes Georgie swore were amber moments ago, were a bright sky blue - the same colour as his mother's. In his white gloved hand, he held up Georgie's paper boat. What was a clown doing in the sewers?
"What a nice boat. Do you want it back?"
"Um, yes please."
"You look like a nice boy," he whispered. "I bet you have a lot of friends."
"Three, but my brother's my best, best."
"Where is he?"
The question revealed the clowns two rabbit like teeth that Georgie thought was kind of adorable.
"In bed, sick."
Good. That makes things easier.
"And I have a sister. She's older than us."
Well, she's not really my sister, but close enough.
"Her name's Silver because of her silver hair. But some call her the silver dragon because she can be fierce and terrifying sometimes. She says dragons are territorial. They're supposed to be possessive and protective over their things - things they claim as their treasure. That's why my brother and his friends call her the silver dragon. She also said you don't have to be blood family to be family. You may not be able to choose your blood family, but you can damn well pick the family you choose to have around you."
"That's very wise of her. Very wise indeed."
"I know. She very smart."
"And where is she?"
"Um, I don't know. She's probably at home if she hasn't had a craving and gone to the store to fix it. She get's craving all the time. I remember she once said something about them being bad, but if she were pregnant, they'd be a lot worse."
"And is she?"
"Is she what?"
"Pregnant? I could give her a present to welcome the new baby. I could give her a balloon. Do you want a balloon too, Georgie?"
"She's not pregnant. She's only a teenager. She's too young for that stuff. Everyone else says so. And I'm not supposed to take stuff from strangers."
"Oh, well, I'm Pennywise the dancing clown," bells jingled as he jerked his head abruptly at the word 'dancing'. "Pennywise, yes, meet Georgie. Georgie meet Pennywise." His hand pointed between the two of them upon introductions. Georgie let out a soft laugh. "Now we aren't strangers, are we?"
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Georgie knew something was wrong. But he let it go because this clown was funny and friendly, and there was no danger as far as he could see. He barely heard the door of the house in front of him, open. He didn't see the old woman come out, pulling the blinds up. But she noticed him. She pulled her coat tighter around her and ran back inside. "What are you doing in the sewer?"
"The storm blew me away. Blew the whole circus away," he chuckled with a grin. His grin faded as he regarded him with a slightly more series expression. Even more of the clowns face was revealed enough for Georgie to see the two red painted lines going from either side of the end of his top lip to underneath his eyes. His teeth were too large because he was drooling badly. "Can you smell the Circus, Georgie?" Now that he thought about it, he could smell something. And he swore he heard voices of children softly singing. "There's peanuts...cotton candy...hot dogs aaaaand...?"
"Popcorn?"
"Popcorn! Is that your favourite?"
"Uh huh."
"Mine too," Pennywise laughed, his grin returning, "because they pop. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"
Georgie laughed joining in until he suddenly stopped. Georgie did too. Pennywise stared at him with such intensity, it made Georgie uncomfortable. He needed to get home anyway; the rain wasn't letting up anytime soon and his family would no doubt be worried about him by now, and he didn't want to get sick like Bill. They'd want him home, and truthfully, Georgie had enough with playing outside. He was cold, tired and soaking wet. All he wanted to do now was go home, get dry and changed and maybe have something to eat. It must be close to dinner time by now anyway. It was the perfect excuse to leave. "I should get going now."
"Oh, without your boat?"
He once again held up Bill's boat. But this time, Georgie was hesitant. The bad feeling from earlier was back and it was growing stronger every second. Then he remembered what Silver once told him.
Always trust your instincts. They'll never steer you wrong. If you have a bad feeling, it's because something's wrong and your instincts are trying to warn you. Don't ever ignore it.
The clown obviously noticed his uncertainty, because his next words were the reason Georgie made the biggest mistake of his life. A mistake in which he dearly regretted making, having wished in the next few minutes that he had listened to Silver's warning instead. But he didn't.
"You don't wanna lose it, Georgie. Bill's gonna kill you."
He has a point. I don't want Billy to kill me or get angry for losing it.
Pennywise's mouth twitched upwards- something Georgie failed to notice and he stared thoughtfully at his boat. "Here. Take it," Pennywise offered, emphasizing the word 'it'. "When Georgie didn't immediately go for it, he tilted his head and said, "Take it, Georgie." His hand rose a little, and Georgie found himself getting closer. The boat was just inside the drain - close enough to reach out and quickly pluck. But Georgie didn't want to be rude, so he reached in instead. He had almost got it when Pennywise pulled his hand back, forcing him to shuffle forward more so his hand could reach even further.
If Georgie had listened to Silver or if he had been focusing on the clown's face, he would have realised the wrong feeling was because of It. Unfortunately, he was so focused on getting his boat back, he never noticed the clowns eyes turning from blue to amber, indicating his earlier thoughts about It were in fact, correct. Once he was close enough, he grabbed Georgie by the wrist, his buck teeth transforming from something cute and adorable to anyone's worst nightmare. Rows or incredible sharp teeth that reminded Georgie of a Dinosaur or a Dragon, grew, and he opened his mouth wide - wider than possible- and bit down on his arm. Georgie let out a loud scream as he instinctively fought against his attacker. Whether it let him go or not, didn't matter. White hot pain shot through his arm and through the rest of his body. Georgie found himself on his stomach not far from the storm drain. At first, he was relieved, but when he looked down at his arm, it was gone. Blood poured out of the wound, mixing with the rain as he tried crawling away. Shock hadn't yet settle in, his wound and the agony crippled him enough that he couldn't just get up and run, giving that thing the advantage.
Unseen by him, a gloved hand crept out of the drain, stretching to an impossible length and grabbed him by the ankle. Georgie felt himself being pulled and knew it was that thing. Terror gripped him tight as he tried and failed to find anything to hold onto. He gave one final cry of, "SILVER!" before he was pulled down the drain. He missed the woman from before, rushing out after hearing his screams, only to see blood and water but no child. The only thing he knew upon being dragged down was yet more agony then nothing.
Georgie Denbrough's last thought, besides wishing either Silver or Bill were there to save him, was that Silver was wrong; monsters were in fact, real.
Modern Girl In Middle Earth Fanfic Recs
I love a good Modern Girl In Middle Earth fic, so here are some recommendations. All of these fics are on Ao3.
🔳Nothing Gold Can Stay By getoffmyrichard🔳
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27409063/chapters/66992233
Summary: A young woman is turned into an elf child, and struggles as memories of the past keep coming back. Takes place in the year 1005 of the Third Age. A found family fic. It's a very cute fic mainly focused on the OC and Erestor’s parent-child relationship.
⚫Uncompleted work with 52 chapters and a part 2 with 7 chapters. Updates every other Monday.
Rating: General Audiences
Ships: Erestor/Glorfindel
🔳Oh, Son of A--- By StrivingArtist🔳
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3822802/chapters/8523700
Summary: A woman is sent to MiddleEarth with no explanation and no knowledge of the languages there other than what's in the movies. Needless to say she’s pissed and is going to keep Thorin’s company alive even if he’s a jerk who makes her curse in a way that makes sailors cry. Takes place during The Hobbit. A Fix-It fic.
⚫Completed work with 37 chapters with a completed part 2 with 2 chapters.
Warning: The OC curses a LOT. There are also references to the weird side of fanfiction. There is also sexual content in later chapters. SUPER vulgar.
Rating: Mature
Ships: Fili/OFC ▪ Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield ▫ Kíli/Tauriel ▪ Dwalin/Ori ▫ Dwalin/Nori ▪
🔳Renacida By seeing_blue🔳
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17689715/chapters/41726621
Summary: A woman is sent to Middle Earth and is determined to get home. POC OFC. Some angst due to homesickness, typical Middle Earth things, and the OC’s past. Semi-Slow Burn mainly focuses on the friendship and love felt between characters.
⚫Completed work with 43 chapters with an uncompleted part 2 that has 4 chapters.
Rating: Mature
Ships: Fili/OFC
I hope you enjoy it. Part 2 is coming soon. Happy readings!🤍
So, i read the @gay-fae post about how sad it is that Ed doesn't know about the conversation between Stede and Chauncey, about the fact that Ed doesn't know that Stede wanted to protect him because everything he touches ends up damaged. That is so, so sad, but do you know what makes it sadder? Ed must think that the reason why Stede left him is because he is not good enough anymore.
We know Ed didn't want anything to do with being Blackbeard anymore, he just wanted to be with Stede, in the British Army or somewhere far, far away from everyone they knew, however, from his perspective, the moment he says that to Stede, he vanishes, and even though Stede said he didn't really like how cruel and indifferent Blackbeard was, Ed must think that he only wanted the status that came from being near the most feared pirate of all times.
Ed doesn't know the real reason why Stede left, he only knows that the second he stepped down from his role, he was abandoned. And maybe that is why he once more became Blackbeard, because he was finally convinced he's nothing if not a monstrous pirate. And maybe, a part of him thinks that if he comes back to the sea angrier and crueler than ever, maybe Stede will someday come back.
IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A OUPPY 🐕 AND A KITTYS 🐈 TO BE FRIENDS?
rewatching wednesday and it's just soooo painful to watch her interactions with xavier
How can you escape from yourself?
Throwback to when the John Lennon Instagram account (probably Sean) posted this very obvious series of photos captioned by the lyrics to In My Life, making it very clear who the song is about:
what are things you could confidently info dump about? if I needed a beginner’s course on something, what could I go to you about?
Yeeees this was amazing! Enjoyed see Tim and Ciampa at each other’s throats cause I’m not a huge fan of them teaming, and the way that Ciampa being a dick is what ended up pushing them together was great! Thanks for sharing!
tease | timothy t. | mature
Notes:
And this is something I’ve been working on foreverrrrr it feels like. I never could get it just the way I wanted it to go, but like… after a talk with @kyleoreillysknee I kind of slightly knew what I wanted to do and I think this is the 3rd rewrite for this particular thing?
Nobody kill me. I ended this one on a cliffhanger… Sort of. I could’ve gone into more detail but the last sentence of this was just… It was perfect for me? And I’m kind of still half afraid I’m fucking up when I write Timothy, so I was kind of antsy about diving in headfirst with full on filth this time? So.. anyway.. there’s that.
Eventually, I swear to God.. I am going to get to the headcanon and nsfw alphabet asks I have waiting on me. I’ve just had a few little bursts of inspiration and shoot me, I wanna indulge myself a little bit, lmaooo.
Prompt:
“If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me” && “They say the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body… wanna fight?” were both used here.
Warnings:
18+ content. This is not meant for minors. It’s also not meant for people who dislike mildly smutty sexual scenarios. If you continue reading after this warning, this is a you problem, not a me problem. I warned you clearly right here what was to come.
Things to look out for : Uhh.. Fingering, vague sexual situation, nudity and of course, a little biting / marking.. That’s pretty much it, loves.
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OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!! SO MUCH IS HAPPENING AND I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO EVEN START VERBALIZING THEM. BASICALLY I AM JUST THIS RIGHT NOW:
Thanks for sharing, as always, now I have to go calm down to try to sleep cause it’s 4 in the damn morning.
PART THREE OF ?
Previously: one, two Ship: Hangman Adam Page x Female OC (Hazel Baker) x Matt Jackson Summary: Rodeo/Cowboy AU - And just like that, fate has brought Hazel back to none other than Adam Page. Though last time they’d crossed paths he’d seemed eager to be rid of her company, Adam confesses the truth in his feelings for her and admits that he hasn’t forgotten her this entire time they’ve been apart. But now Hazel has serious feelings for Adam’s close friend, Matt… yet even she can’t deny that she has an indescribable connection with Adam that just can’t be ignored. Rating: explicit Length: 30,074 words Warnings: unprotected sex x2, angst, characters being idiots and not communicating their feelings properly… oh also probably some gratuitous horse knowledge no one cares about. you know, the usual.
author’s note: I wanted to get out this next part out as a holiday gift for all you amazing people who have been so encouraging about this series. I honestly can’t tell you how much your comments mean to me and how much pride and joy I feel at every little like or reblog or interaction with this fic series. At the start of 2020 I told myself this would be the year I finally wrote something that got to 50k words. I am proud to say with this installment Starlight is currently at 68k words, surpassing my goal. Hell, maybe it’s taken me an entire year to write it, but still, I did it! Now my next goal for 2021? Actually finish a story for once - this story. I have the outline planned and I can’t begin to explain to all of you how much your support and encouragement keeps me going to get the rest of this story out there. Anyways! Long note out of the way, I just want to sincerely thank you guys for your support of this fic series. It really means the world to me. Oh also - yeah… things are about to get VERY messy in this fic.
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I finally finish this series and holy smokes am I glad I did! This might be my favorite christmas series I’ve ever read. The detail of all the characters was so good, they all felt like fully fleshed out. And that romance was the best cheesy, tropey, hallmark movie romance I’ve read in a long ass time. Thank you so much for posting this and starting the whole challenge!
Recipe for a Perfect Christmas - Part 12
Title: Recipe for a Perfect Christmas Part: 12/12 Theme: Day #12: Mistletoe Fandom / Character(s): AEW / Nick Jackson x OFC Warnings: EXTREME fluff Word Count: 5,663 Soundtrack: Spotify Previously: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven Summary: In the space of six months, Natalie Gibbs lost her fiancé, her job, her apartment, and what little bit of cheer she had. Moving back home after being on her own for years, she hopes to get back on her feet after the holidays. But a nosy best friend, a stubborn coot of a father, and a handsome new neighbor might change her plans, her holidays, and her life. Notes: My entry for day 12 of @12daysofchristmas. Additional Notes: Oh my wow. When I started writing again back in June, I had a goal to complete a multipart fic by the end of the year. I’m astounded to say that I officially have now! I’m sad to end this fic, because I have fallen in love with Nick and Natalie in the past few weeks. Fun fact: I wrote the bulk of this fic over the past 13 days, despite giving myself plenty of time before the challenge began to get it done. I am exhausted and a little proud of myself for completing this. Thank you to everyone who’s liked, reblogged, commented, and messaged me as I posted this (later and later each day….oops?). I’m so glad that others have enjoyed this, and hope this final part is just as enjoyable. Merry Christmas!
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I may or may not have squealed through like 70% of this. Such a good series for the holidays that I will definitely revisit next year.
Only for the Holidays (pt 3)
Ship: Adam “Hangman” Page and Ivy (OFC) Summary: Adam and Ivy cross paths at a mutual friend’s holiday party and hit it off, both admitting they’ve grown tired of constantly being asked about having a partner at the various holiday events they have to attend. They come to an agreement to pretend to date for the holidays to get their friends and family off their backs, but neither of them admit that they’ve had an attraction to each other from the beginning. Will these feelings come to a head? Or will the pair be able to stick to their original plan and only get through the holidays together? Rating: general/fluff Length: 5,484 words part THREE of THREE (part one, part two), the fic can also be read in it’s entirety on ao3 (here)
author’s note: and alas! the final installment of this little fake-dating series I wrote for viv’s @12daysofchristmas challenge! I hope you guys enjoy the finale to this sweet little story, it was nice to write something so warm and fluffy for the holidays even if I was writing it all by the seat of my pants and didn’t have anything planned LOL
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Gah, before they even made it to the party, they’re already falling HARD. I LOVE IT. They’re definitely making out before the end of the family party, and bet your ass she’s gonna be at Dynamite in a merch shirt sitting right next to the Gunn Club, rivaling Austin in volume for cheering for Hangman.
Only for the Holidays (pt 2)
Ship: Adam “Hangman” Page and Ivy (OFC) Summary: Adam and Ivy cross paths at a mutual friend’s holiday party and hit it off, both admitting they’ve grown tired of constantly being asked about having a partner at the various holiday events they have to attend. They come to an agreement to pretend to date for the holidays to get their friends and family off their backs, but neither of them admit that they’ve had an attraction to each other from the beginning. Will these feelings come to a head? Or will the pair be able to stick to their original plan and only get through the holidays together? Rating: general/fluff Length: 4,185 words part TWO of THREE (previous part)
author’s note: here is the second part to adam and ivy’s story! this is the entry for @12daysofchristmas theme “holiday party”
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This was so sweet and fluffy, a perfect little way to end this crappy year.
“Chipped Tooth” - Timothy Thatcher x OFC
Title: Chipped Tooth
Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 10 - Cookies/Baking/Gingerbread
Fandom/Character(s): WWE NXT/Timothy Thatcher x OFC
Warnings: None! Nothing but fluff here.
Word Count: 1,841
Notes: For the Thotchers! And me, because I’ve been toying with the idea of reviving my OG OFC, Hannah McMahon, and this was the perfect excuse. If you’re interested, The Shield fics I wrote back in the day featuring Hannah are still up on my (inactive) FanFiction page. For current fics, find my masterlist here.
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This was so unbelievably soft, thank you so much for sharing it!
Christmas for Two
Timothy Thatcher x OC
Rated E for Everyone
Requested by anon: “if we can request fics could you maybe do like a soft one for timmo? like husband timothy comforting you on a bad day?”
OC is frustrated with life right now but doesn’t know how to express it. Timmo provides comfort.
Hopefully your stomach turns like you ate something sweet (Second hand embarrassment possibly). So I’m not used to writing fluffy, because I like people to be angsty then fall in love. I was raised on melodramas, go easy on me okay?
I take requests if you like it here’s a Prompt List!
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I woke up and I just knew today was going to be a hard day. Approaching deadlines, meetings, a mountain of paperwork to close out this quarter. I couldn’t even bring myself to turn the alarm off when Tim reached over to turn it off.
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Shayna, don’t rag on Hallmark and ice cream. It’s how us single af people make it through in quarantine.
The awkwardness/clumsiness is honestly so relatable, like damn.
Well that ending was just sugary sweet. Gah, all your fics for this challenge/event/thing are just so damn good!
19.12- clumsy, adam page
Title: clumsy
Theme: holiday party
Fandom / Character(s): Adam Page & a possibly self inserted reader, ahem, cough…
Warnings: uhh… blind dates, reader is… v. awkward. cute fluff comedy thing, kindaish? Oh. There is drinking mentioned briefly, so alcohol tw.
Word Count: my guesstimate is roughly around 1.2k. Maybe sliiightly over.
First of all, full credit for how this actually goes to @wardl0w because she was amazing and let me throw reader into this situation that she’d already sort of come up with (if I’m being vague it’s because idk if she’s posted hers already or not at the time you’re reading this and I REFUSE to spoil it for you guys bc its so goood holy shit.) … if that makes sense. I was honestly stumped for a beginning to this, but then we got to talking and… This is what came out. Fair warning here, reader is p. much a self insert. It’s the holidays, damn straight I’m gonna treat myself. Also, yes. Why yes, I am/was this awkward IRL. So.. sorry in advance. This is my attempt at a rom com I guess? This is my entry for the day for @champbucks 12 Days of Christmas challenge { @12daysofchristmas }.
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I finally had a chance to sit down and read all the parts you’ve published and oh my goooooood I love it! There’s so much fluff but still depth to the characters and the story. And it feels like a hallmark movie but, like, good? (Don’t get me wrong I love watching those movies but you have to admit they’re not masterpieces) I can’t wait to see what you do for the rest of the days!
Recipe for a Perfect Christmas - Part 6
Title: Recipe for a Perfect Christmas Part: 6/12 Theme: Day #6: Candy Fandom / Character(s): AEW / Nick Jackson x OFC Warnings: None. The fluff continues Word Count: 3,255 Soundtrack: Spotify Previously: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five Summary: In the space of six months, Natalie Gibbs lost her fiancé, her job, her apartment, and what little bit of cheer she had. Moving back home after being on her own for years, she hopes to get back on her feet after the holidays. But a nosy best friend, a stubborn coot of a father, and a handsome new neighbor might change her plans, her holidays, and her life. Notes: My entry for day 6 of @12daysofchristmas
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Adorable, just adorable.
17.12, you want to kiss me, mjf
Title: you want to kiss me
Theme: Holiday fair/Carnival
Fandom / Character(s):MJF, AEW
Warnings:Lots of banter. A mutual physical attraction. Sharp tongues and attitude galore.. Oh and a little kissing.
Word Count: uhhh… roughly 1k, give or take..
This is my entry to @champbucks 12 Days Of Christmas Challenge for the day. This one pretty much came to me as I wrote the other one I did for the day, with Sweetpea, on my multifandom blog. And at first, I started to go with Kevin Owens, but.. MJF is the perfect mouthy, egotistical idiot for this. So, I went with it.
BTW>. i made the banner thing. No stealing.
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This was so cute oh my god I love it!!!!!!! And Brandon getting some love made my heart grow too.
“Personal Snow Globe” - Brandon Cutler x OFC
Title: Personal Snow Globe
Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 4 - Snow
Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Brandon Cutler x OFC
Warnings: None! This fic is a big ball of fluff.
Word Count: 1,537
Notes: @champbucks wanted a Brandon fic, so I had to deliver. I must say, this is probably the SOFTEST thing I have ever written, but I’m quite proud of it. I hope y’all enjoy!
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😭😭😭I love this so muuuuuuch! Obliviousness in the face of blatant flirting is such a fun trope, along with the casual conversation that suddenly turns into how you get turned on by or wanna fuck someone. Also, I’m always a sucker for “I wanna do something stupid” “please say I’m something stupid”. This was so fluffy and sweet and just so good!
Smoke
My second entry for theme #1 in the @12daysofchristmas challenge! This one is also my birthday gift to my very, very dear @adampage. Emi, you mean the whole world to me and words cannot express just how grateful I am for your always being there for me. I hope you’ve had the happiest of birthdays, and also that this puts a smile on your face.
Title: Smoke Fandom/Characters: AEW (Hangman) Adam Page x OFC (but not really OC bc it’s Emi) Warnings: Alcohol use, hints of smut Word Count: 4,665 Summary: Put one in my hand, her on my lips. Man, that’s as good as it gets. Theme: #1, Bonfire Recommended Listening: “Smoke” by A Thousand Horses Notes: This fic isn’t very Christmassy, but it is autumn-y?
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Fake dating? At Christmas? Aw hell yeah. Also, sympathize way too much with Ivy. Being the single one in your group of friends isn’t fun. Everyone means well, but it just gets old super quick. Can’t wait to see if they get caught under mistletoe or any other shenanigans at the party!
Only for the Holidays
Ship: Adam “Hangman” Page and Ivy (OFC) Summary: Adam and Ivy cross paths at a mutual friend’s holiday party and hit it off, both admitting they’ve grown tired of constantly being asked about having a partner at the various holiday events they have to attend. They come to an agreement to pretend to date for the holidays to get their friends and family off their backs, but neither of them admit that they’ve had an attraction to each other from the beginning. Will these feelings come to a head? Or will the pair be able to stick to their original plan and only get through the holidays together? Rating: general/fluff the whole way through Length: 2,221 words part ONE of THREE
author’s note: this is my first entry for the @12daysofchristmas challenge hosted by viv! this fic is split into three parts, the other parts will be posted on other days during the challenge!
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Ok I can’t remember if I reblogged any other parts of this series. Apologies if not cause holy sweet Jesus it’s such a good series! This part was so sweet and I couldn’t stop grinning, especially at the little dance. Also, I’m curious as fuck about whatever happened in Jasmine’s past that we don’t know yet (just like Matt) so I can’t wait to see where you go with this story!
No Other - Part Six
Title: No Other Characters: Nick Jackson x OFC Part: Six of ? Summary: I don’t know the loneliness you’ve known. I don’t hear the frosty words echo inside. Word Count: 5,000 Warnings: n/a Playlist: Spotify
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