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I can hardly write some subby Dean without matching with some dommy Sam. Thanks in advance for reading!
Title: Confinement
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2403
Summary: Trapped together after the reader is hit by a spell, Sam is distracted trying to get them out.
Warnings: smut, swearing, dommy Sam, mild consent issue (gets resolved but if that’s a big issue for you, totally understand!)
An addition has been made
It is birthday
I am 23 now
I've been neglecting my birthday Countdown little fics
Mainly because working and just *brain static*
But happy to say it's 11 days to go now.
Gif drop though of all my faveys
So. I missed yesterday post. Prolly gonna be a common thing to need to catch up, work is a lot of spoons.
But anywho.
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22 days to goooo, starting with the ever important Kozzy
Espie rolled over in her bed, sat up and hit the alarm clock with great reluctance. 5:45am. Eugh, why. 'Because sleeping pattern for work', she told herself. She blew a gentle raspberry, before trying to get out of bed.
But before she could, an arm wrapped around her waist and brought her back. She relented, and her back hit the mattress, as the tall, blonde biker she was engaged to engulfed her.
"Mornin'." He husked.
"Morning, handsome." She replied, softly.
"It's your birthday month." He told her, nuzzling into her neck.
"Yes, honey. Yes, it is." She smiled.
"I remembered this year."
Espie laughed. "You didn't forget last year, baby. You didn't know."
He merely shrugged, before he kissed her and let her get up to prepare for work with a goofy grin on his face. Espie shook her head lovingly, before exiting the bedroom and heading for the kitchen.
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Pokemon trainer code - wanna find new buddies
Birthday Countdown drabbles will be arriving soon. I've been so inactive on here lately. But the approach of the end of October is in sight, and we are near November. Looking forward to it.
Work, ADHD and general life have impacted me for a while, but I hope I'll get some good gusto to start some writing up soon.
Steve Harrington x F!Reader
Whumptober 2022: No.13 Can’t Make An Omelette Without Breaking A Few Legs- Dislocation
Combined with this request from @espieviolet99: What if they have a sweet moment where reader is like, “I know you still love Nancy, but I kinda like you” and he doesn’t quite act on it until they’re stuck in the upside down after the bat fight.
Warnings: angst (with a hopeful ending), injury, canon-typical violence, language, no use of “y/n”
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: This is my first ever Steve fic! It was definitely fun to take on a new character from the series. Hope y’all enjoy! (Also just a reminder that my requests are still closed. This is an old request that just so happened to line up with the Whumptober prompt of the day.
Stranger Things Taglist: @garbinge @thatpunkmaximoff @winchestershiresauce @xbunnysbrainx @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @lmili (If you want to be added to the taglist, please let me know!)
Steve Harrington x fem!reader [22.4k] A biggie. Best friends to lovers, summer, childhood, pining, crushes, a kiss that wasn't supposed to happen, the last cherry popsicle and three promises.
When you were both eight years old, Steve Harrington handed you the last popsicle and told you he loved you.
It was the most innocent kind of talk, from the mouths of kids, fresh faced, summer freckles, ankles dipped in the pool and sunburn on your cheeks.
You weren’t truly sure you both knew what those words meant back then, the depth and meaning that they held. But you said them back, lemon and sugar on your tongue and he’d beamed at you, brighter than the Indiana sun and that was that.
And that night, when you were camped out on his bedroom floor, the first day of summer vacation and his bed sheets draped across your heads, he shared his secret stash of twizzlers with you, lips tinted red and pinkie fingers linked.
His eyes were solemn when he whispered to you, the dulled yells of his parents downstairs acting as his backing track. His mom was slurring a little, his dad laughing mirthlessly and something smashed. You had both flinched, moved closer together between the pillows and stuffed animals.
You remember his mouth brushing up against the shell of your ear, hushed promises falling from his lips, the kind that only an eight year old could make.
Steve Harrington promised you three things that night:
One, he’d always be your best friend.
Two, he’d always protect you from everything bad and scary.
And three, he’d never break your heart.
He only kept two of those.
xReader
Summary: If Kozik can rely on one constant in his life, it’s Happy’s sister.
Warnings: swearing…. That’s all folks!
Note: 1.7k - Remember when I fell down my Kozik rabbit hole? I’m still there😌 wowowowowowow I have been in a FUNK lately. Work is crazy, been writing so many reports that I’ve had no motivation to write anything else riiipppp. So this isn’t great, but I finished it!!!! Had to get it outta my head and try get back into the writing groove! Peace.
I love me some Kozik content, and I love this. I need mooooore 💜
Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: Your family upping and moving to Hawkins for your senior year certainly hadn’t been in your original plans, but now there you were. You were thankful that you quickly were accepted into Eddie’s rag-tag group of friends. Against all odds, things seemed to be going well, until everyone started to pull away. You tried to ask, and they tried to answer, but you were left in limbo until you got one frantic call from Dustin in the middle of the night.
Warnings: language, description of blood/injuries, angst (with a happy ending), no use of “y/n”
Word Count: 7.7k
A/N: I was in the middle of working on chapter 3 of my Eddie fic when I got hit with this idea and I just had to run with it. My requests are sort of half-open, half-closed these days, but I’m contemplating taking requests for Eddie since I’ve really been enjoying writing for him. Anyway, hope you enjoy this journey, that started off with literally just three random lines of dialogue that popped into my head. xo
Stranger Things Taglist: @garbinge @winchestershiresauce @thatpunkmaximoff @xbunnysbrainx (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)
Thank you for this tag from forever ago @fromthedeskoftheraven 🥰🤗😘
16 year old Mags versus present Mags:
16 year old me was pulling all-nighters drawing/painting/listening to music. Present me needs to loosen up a bit. Maybe lay off the coffee for a while and start painting again. But she finally got her hair under control.
No pressure tags: @cheesybadgers @acrossthesestars @the-anonymous-pen @youvebeenlivingfictional @dreamlandcreations @corrabell and anyone else!
Thank you for the tag Mags 🥰🥰🥰
Here's 16 year old me with no care in the world, always in comfy clothes and reading a book. And then there's present me who hasn't been on vacation in years and is constantly stressed about something 😅
no pressure tags: @the-little-ewok, @stardust-danvers, @rosethornxs, @kind-wolf, @vixenofcourse, @darklydeliciousdesires, @solomons-finest-rum, @withmyteeth, @drabbles-mc and anyone who wants to join
Thank you for the tag! 🥰
16 year old me was going through it to say the least 😅 She was trying, though. She also was much better about making the time to read and sketch (not that we were very good at the latter lol). Present day me has a slightly better grip on things. Oh, and we got rid of all that hair 😂
Tagging (no pressure): @garbinge @frattsparty @babiebucky @buckybarneshairpullingkink @espieviolet99 and anyone else who wants to do it!
My beloved cricket! My tummy hurts from laughing! I love the time machine, hahaha. So, this is my first request:
Somehow, I feel these words are quite fitting for Tig 🤣: “wet willy” and “ecofeminism”.
Thank you so much, I hope you have fun with these! ❣️
See - I'm really confused. You SAY you love me but then you want me to work in the word "ecofeminism" within a 100 words while talking about bikers?! I'm jk - LOVE YOU!
“Ecofeminsim is a really interesting class,” you say, pausing to take a swig of your beer.
“Is that with Schroeder?” Juice asks.
You can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Yea. Did you take one of her classes?” He nods. “I didn’t picture you guys as the feminist type.”
Before he can answer you, Tig bursts through the door. When he reaches the bar, he sticks his finger in his mouth, then straight in Juice’s ear, giving him a wet willy before pulling you into a searing kiss.
“Some of us are more refined than others,” Juice grumbles, wiping his ear.
So, I am beginning to use my tiktok to talk about how ADHD affects me, and how it affects me at work - think it might be a cool thing to do, and who knows, may even help people
Tiktok - @espieviolet99 - same as my tumblr it would seem
It's Pride Month!
Luca + suit
Giving non sexual words to see what you do with them fjdbjdbsjs
Need a redye but I done did a haircut
