You're my port in a storm, chapter 12
Fandom: Dune
Pairing: Gurney Halleck x f!reader
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Warnings*: graphic depictions of violence, past slavery, heavy angst, comfort, politics, eventual smut, religion
*this is the general warnings for the fic as a whole, I'll add any chapter specific warnings to the beginning notes of the relevant chapters over on AO3
Tag list: @ohsnapitzmarvel @captainpoopweinersoldier
Hello, yes, I'm alive. Surprise surprise, life has managed to get even more hectic. On the plus side, chapter 13 is like 75% done since I ended up moving the last couple of pages of this chapter to chapter 13 or else this would've become unbearably long.
Excerpt
The knife slips in your grip again, narrowly missing your fingertips as you try to focus on the task at hand: cutting flower stems so that Moyra may use them for another cooking experiment. The task is much too menial to be able to distract you from the thoughts regarding this…new information you’ve received. You’ve never been a good decision maker. Or at least that’s what others have told you. ’You fret too much, you take too long to consider the choices’, that sort of comment has followed you for as long as you can remember. You’re inclined to protest though. Not everything should be rushed, least of all things regarding the heart. ‘He’s been waiting for you to take the first step’, Duncan’s voice echoes in your head. God above, what are you going to do?
I love you goofy looking aarakocra, dragonborn and tabaxi. I love you hiring bridgerton guy just to be hot and untouchable and having his first major scene staged so that one tiddy is always artfully exposed. I love you well choreographed fight scenes and a beautifully chaotic representation of six seconds of combat. I love you compelling plot point of attunement requiring a successful role with your spellcasting modifier. I love you solving puzzles by shoving round p(ainting)egs into square holes. I love you forcing Justice Smith to do a British accent for no reason. I love you level 20 NPCs who can’t help the party against the big bad for ambiguous reasons. I love you bigby’s hand slap fights. I love you Nat 20s on potato attacks. I love you owlbears, mimics and gelatinous cubes. I love you dragons, I love you dungeons. I love you dnd movies that love dnd.
My favourite thing about the D&D movie is it never stops trying to be a D&D movie even down to the most minute, unsung details. There's initiative order gags (I'll go last!) there's rolling a 1 gags (setting off the trap on the bridge by inexplicably just walking up to it) there's stat gags (nobody had high enough Intelligence to be in danger from the Intellect Devourers). Almost every spell is identifiable, from Xenk using smite to Sofina whipping out Finger of Death. Simon's character arc is about his self-confidence being tied to his mastery of magic because Charisma is the spellcasting stat for sorcerers. The era of movies based on games being afraid of their source material is over.
Baking's a science
For my darling @brightlycoloredteacups. A very happy, very belated, New Year to you! ❤️❤️❤️
Tony Stark x f!reader
Warnings: fluffy, emotional
Who would’ve thought Tony Stark would enjoy baking? Not you, at least not at first. Though once you thought about it, you suppose it made sense. It’s a science, after all, and if there’s one thing aside from you that Anthony Edward Stark cares for, it’s science. Still, what greets you as you arrive in the kitchen after having bought more butter to sate this newfound interest of his manages to shock you. There’s flour everywhere: on the white lace curtains, on the sturdy wooden table gifted to you by Clint - he’d made three of them when he was bored during house arrest - and even on the tip of your husband’s nose. The aforementioned husband is currently bent over the kitchen table, studying one of the cookies under a microscope that he must’ve brought up from the basement while his dark hair sticks out in every which direction.
“Anthony?” you wonder out loud. Though you say only his name, what you’re really asking is ‘what the hell happened here?’.
Someone To Come Home To
Happy super late very Merry Christmas/New Years @salt-is-a-terrible-currency! This is what I wanted you to read so bad. Hope it lives up to the hype.
Gurney Halleck x F!Reader.
Part One.
OMG I'M SOBBING
Gurney, baby, my baby boy, my big beefy baby boy 😭😭😭😭😭
I love this, thank you so so so so so much for writing it 😘
You're my port in a storm, chapter 11
Fandom: Dune
Pairing: Gurney Halleck x f!reader
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Warnings*: graphic depictions of violence, past slavery, heavy angst, comfort, politics, eventual smut, religion
*this is the general warnings for the fic as a whole, I'll add any chapter specific warnings to the beginning notes of the relevant chapters over on AO3
Tag list: @ohsnapitzmarvel @captainpoopweinersoldier @nightonblogmountain @futurewife @peterfrauchen
I've had a very big and emotionally + physically difficult 6 months. I'm glad to be posting again.
Excerpt
It’s impressive, how someone as large as Gurney manages to sneak up on someone as skittish as you.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he gruffs. You jump, almost dropping your stack of fresh bed linen. He watches you closely, brow furrowed and seemingly unaware of the fact that he’s just scared you again with his sneaking around in the corridors of Castle Caladan.
how to be normal about the celebrity you have a parasocial relationship with:
- for the love of god don’t stalk them
- you don’t need to know what they’re doing 24/7. it’s weird and invasive
- they can’t always meet your expectations, and that’s okay
- they’re human too. they WILL fuck up. they WILL disappoint you. don’t hold them on a pedestal
- it’s totally okay to criticize them, doesn’t mean you hate them
- DON’T. STALK. THEM.
- don’t be weird about their family members
- understand that you don’t know everything about them, and what we see is just a small part of who they are
- keep things like fanfiction and shippy fanart in the fandom where they can’t see. this is for us fans, not for them
- for those who think they may be closeted/queer: they don’t owe you a coming out. they don’t owe you shit about their sexuality and/or gender
Lately, every time I talk to my mother I taste blood and I get chest pains. That can't be normal, right?
Life is absolutely insane right now. It feels like I'm being pulled in 1000 different directions all at once.
An Acquired Taste | Jake x FReader
Synopsis: You bring Jake to Long Island's Oyster Fest
Tags: Voyeurism if you squint, with a light dash of angst; Alcohol consumption; Smoking
Words: 9.3K
And thank you to @ursulaismymiddlename who deals with my Jake fixation with nothing but grace.
There’s not much of a fully formed memory left over from the previous night, except for the little inconsequential detail that it was meant to be an early one.
It had been a typical Saturday evening shift. Fast-paced, stressful, and with the forever presence of snobby clientele. Though, in the restaurant's defense, most of the work week flowed with a similar rotation. But last night was the first Saturday in years you wouldn’t dare keep track of where the Sunday that followed was a day off, and apparently that translated to being amenable to the notion of getting fucked up.
That wasn’t the plan originally. Originally, you were meant to call it immediately after closing. You didn’t even dare to attempt partaking in shift drinks, simply vanished to the lockers to stuff any dirty laundry in a bag because dammit you’d get an early start to said day off and be able to freely partake in a chore and the event you had taken the day off for in the first place.
That was until a certain bartender asked if you’d be going to Home Bar, and fuck if he didn’t have a face you could say no to.
1. I want to be pressed against a bus window by a handsome man 😭
2. Reader loves autumn so I love reader
3. Reader being relatable once again because she skips breakfast
tag 9 people you'd like to know better. Prob won’t be able to do 9 ppl bc most of the ppl I’d tag were tagged, in addition to me, by @bellinitini and @when-did-this-become-difficult, two of my dearest dfs (dafucks dear friends)
last song: Buscando Oro by LOUJAY and Carlos Vallarino
currently reading: The Outsiders by SE Hinton and the Popol Vuh, both in Spanish to punish myself to get better. I’ve also finally started reading Out of Control: The Story of the Reagan Administration's Secret War in Nicaragua, the Illegal Arms Pipeline, and the Contra Drug Connection by Leslie Cockburn which I started last year and just never got around to finishing. Just ordered The Bastard Brigade by Sam Kean on Amazon, which I have no doubt I’ll start reading immediately
currently watching: Finished The Bear in the span of a day so like not actively watching technically anymore? Except when I put it on to run in the background while I work. Another show I’ve been doing that with is the X Files, which provides a deep and heavy rotation sksk and then I’m like halfway through Top Boy which is fulfilling the need I have for new episodes of The Wire even though the show ended like 20 years ago so sksj
current obsession: hmmmmmmm I guess I have two really cracked ships that I’m kind of preoccupied with. One I can’t name bc it’s for an exchange, and the other I wrote an Andrea/Carrillo fic for the Narcos fandom smut alphabet and have nottttttttt been able to stop the rotisserie-ing with them. Going back to my roots too, reading some new San Diego Reader articles that’s reignited as if it ever really went out lbr my love and passion for my otp, Dinarrón. Also been working on this fan video for Sky Rojo that I’m pretty fucking obsessed with and can’t wait to finish bc it’s gonna be sick, even though only me and like 3 other ppl on the internet have seen the show
Taglist (only if you so wish to participate): @artemiseamoon @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @purplesong1028 @proceduralpassion @roostersrocket @garbinge @flightlessangelwings @salt-is-a-terrible-currency
@hausofmamadas *hugs and kisses*
last song: I'm honestly not sure because I mostly listen to podcasts, but I'm going to guess Euphoria by Loreen.
currently reading: Tabletop Role-Playing Therapy: A Guide for the Clinician Game Master by Megan A. Connell. It talks about how D&D is/can be used a therapy tool so it's really combining two of my big interests XD
currently watching: Bob's Burgers, Only Murders In the Building, Critical Role campaign 3. Bob's Burgers is mostly serving as background noise though for when I'm doing other stuff, I honestly couldn't tell you what's going on hahaha
current obsession: Gurney Halleck (honestly he's more permanent than current lol), dreaming up hikes and camping adventures to go on in the future. Biggest current obsession though is my sister's itty-bitty puppy. I've never met her, I love her, she's going to be my best friend.
Tagging: uuuuuh whoever wants to do this. I can't think right now
You're my port in a storm, chapter 10
Fandom: Dune
Pairing: Gurney Halleck x f!reader
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Warnings*: graphic depictions of violence, past slavery, heavy angst, comfort, politics, eventual smut, religion
*this is the general warnings for the fic as a whole, I'll add any chapter specific warnings to the beginning notes of the relevant chapters over on AO3
Tag list: @ohsnapitzmarvel @captainpoopweinersoldier @nightonblogmountain @futurewife @peterfrauchen
Excerpt
Elias leads the way up the hill, the old speeder putting along as it strains to make the ascent. You’ve been assigned the long morning walk today, wrangling 20 dogs into their harnesses and leashes before attaching them to the speeders and taking off along the scenic route around the lake dominating the space port. The sun is shining but it’s that sort of annoying warmth where you sweated on the way to the kennels, started freezing as soon as you got on the speeder, and no doubt will begin sweating again as soon as you begin to move. Ahead of you, one of the dogs stumbles before falling back into an odd run. Then another and another until it becomes clear that something is amiss.
My masterlist will be undergoing some drastic changes as it's in desperate need of an update. Please excuse the mess while I sort it out.
Zealot
Written for day 26 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord
Fandom: Narcos, Deadpool movieverse
Rating: Explicit, 18+
Words: 3 991 (this one really got a life of its own)
Pairing: Javier x f!reader, Nathan 'Cable' Summers x f!reader
Prompt: zeal
Warnings: verbal fight, threats of gun violence, one night stand, rough sex, biting, some dirty talk, makeup sex
Tagging: @futurewife
It's the last prompt and I figured go big or go home. Then this monstrosity happened.
"Fuck you," you snap. Javier's face twitches but he doesn't respond, instead leaning back against the wall out on your patio for a second before finally nodding. You follow him back inside the house, past the kitchen that’s still a mess from your dinner that he interrupted by inviting himself over, and into the hallway where he grabs his jacket and shrugs it on. As he steps outside, you decide to get another kick in for good measure:
"Show up at my house again and I'll shoot you," you say, then slam the door shut in his face.