#💌 sam’s inbox !

[forever--darling]

summary: after three years spent away from home because of nasty divorce between your parents, you finally come back & realize that this time you might not be able to keep sam monroe away any longer.

pairings: sam monroe x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings/notes: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of past feelings, mentions of childhood trauma, divorce, daddy issues, allusions to sex

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There was a lot of things you could attest to even only at twenty-one. After experiencing everything you had under one roof, it wasn’t hard not to grow up fast. To learn just how horrible it is loving someone because of what it can do to you. Something that still remained true even if both of your parents remarried because everything still sounded the same within that forsaken house.

The walls spoke the same languages that your parents would as they whispered, which eventually would become yelling. The indents still lingered with chipped paint near where your height marks resided in the doorframe. It was just as it had been at six and then eleven. Yet at twenty-one, having come home for the first time in over three years, to a house that now only is full of your father’s stuff, it only felt more vacant. More sad and debilitating. 

Your sister never seemed to really accept any of that though, instead choosing to ignore it in favor of the free meals your father cooked or the platinum credit cards he would hand over. Something you were sure would pass along to you as well, anything to try and make you forget it all. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. 

Which was why you still hadn’t ever been in a relationship, let alone ever hangout with anyone long enough to form an attachment. It was the only real reason you had never made a move on Sam Monroe when you were seventeen and in high school. Even as you both sat on a dusty couch littered with weed and beer in some abandoned basement. Even as he stared at you the way he had from behind, the black eyeliner and shadow, blue eyes practically undressing you, almost pulling you forward by a string. You had been a little high and a lot drunk, and yet, you still couldn’t. Not even after having had a crush on him for well over three years. Three years and you left that basement without one kiss or his fingers even tracing along the inside of your underwear. 

Seventeen and even then you couldn’t let yourself like someone let alone get to the point of loving them. 

So, how would it be any different? Sam Monroe stood in front of you that afternoon, under the hot sun, just outside the new house he and his father had built. Sweat stuck to his shirt, dark hair still present but void of blue dye. His piercings were there but left empty, and you couldn’t see any makeup. It hadn’t even looked like him at first. 

But it was, and the shirt gave him away, that in the way your stomach immediately clenched, the familiarity of him enough to make you fall back into that last summer spent in that town before you left for college. 

“Y/N?” his voice was deep, deeper than you had remembered, a sudden twang of confusion filling your ears as he processed your presence. 

Standing in your father’s driveway, boxes scattered at your feet, hair pulled back messily out of your face, and beads of sweat appearing along your shoulders and neck. Still beautifully you. 

“Sam, hi!” 

You were just as surprised as him. Even more so as he seemed so different and yet still completely Sam; just taller, broader, even more like his father than you were expecting. 

“You’re here.” 

It sounded so much more like a question than a statement. 

“Yeah.” 

“Like you’re here in your dad’s driveway.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes.” 

“It’s been three years.” 

You stiffened, feeling as if your bones would break like they really did feel how long it had been and how much time had passed. It really had been that long. “I know. It’s been a while.” 

“Too long, really,” he admitted, and somehow it had never sounded so charming before than it had then. That sudden shock seemed to melt away, and what only remained was a softness you hadn’t seen in him before. A teasing smile appeared as he took you in again. 

You felt the lump appear in your throat, somehow matching the tightness in your chest. It was only Sam who could ever make you feel that way, even after three years. 

“How are you?” he asked, stepping forward, his hand extending almost as if he wanted to touch you, possibly pull you into him. You didn’t know, but some part of you wished it would be the latter. A part of you craved a touch you had never met before. 

“I’m good. Really good, actually.” 

“Yeah, it looks that way,” he replied, enough to stain your cheeks with a newfound pink. “How in that time did you manage to grow up?” 

“Me?” you giggled, pushing him lightly, your fingers lingering where they touched his forearm, “Look at you.” 

He chuckled, that glint evident as ever, “What about me?” 

“You have a house, Monroe. An actual house that I’m sure you pay taxes on with a job.” 

“Yes.” 

“And college?” 

“Online classes, yeah,” he confirmed and you coudn’t deny the wide smile that appeared. 

Almost like a swell of pride had formed — a sudden amazement that he really had done it proved everyone wrong in that fucking town. 

“That’s great, Sam. It really is,” you smiled, that urge to touch him again appearing, but it somehow waned at the thought, “I was sorry to hear about your dad.” 

He cleared his throat, the light diminishing but only briefly as his eyes danced across yours, almost trying to find something in them, “Yeah, thanks.”

“I can’t assume it was easy.” 

“No.” 

“I wish we could’ve been here for the funeral. I wanted to, but my professors wouldn’t let me reschedule my exams.” 

“It’s okay, I understand. Both your parents sent very kind letters to us. I really appreciated them.” 

You nodded, not knowing a response to it other than you should have done more. Texted, called, or tried to come back earlier, earlier than now, when you were only moving home for the summer. It was Sam. The way you felt about him was everything, really. Yet you were too consumed in the comfort of the distance and hiding. That was what you had focused on for so long. 

Your head bowed, eyes unable to meet his, instead finding comfort in his sambas, and the green grass. Inhaling, you glanced up at the house. The house you never even saw complete until then. You took it in. “It truly is a beautiful house. You guys did a great job.” 

“Yeah I think so too. Plus, it looked like it needed an adult to live in it.” 

You looked back at him, the teasing demeanor having completely taken over his expression in the form of dark knitted brows and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “Adult?” 

“Yes, since you think I’m so grown up.” 

“You are, and I never thought I would see the day, Monroe. But, it seems I have.” 

“It seems so. Finally, Y/N Y/L/N is home.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed, somehow feeling a small sliver of the universe realign. Perhaps by the way he was looking at you or the reality that would become of you because of him. Feelings you were sure never really left in the first place. “I will say not much has changed around here. Well, except for one thing.”

His brows furrowed, lip lifting in interest as you took in his clean face. 

“The black eyeliner. I'm not lying when I say I might miss it.” 

“Really?” he chuckled. 

“Yeah, it was totally working.” 

“Working?”

You nodded, a teasing look of your own apparent, “Yeah. It was hot. Hm, just never thought you would be so different.” 

“Different?” he scoffed, the words somehow completely wrong as they left your lips, “I’m not that different, Y/N. I’m still me.” 

“Right,” you nodded, eyes following how his chest rose and fell, the t-shirt alone catching your attention, the bright yellow words somehow something you would expect to be said, “Well, I’m glad some things stayed the same.”

He smirked, following my gaze to the front of his shirt. It was black with bright yellow bolded writing which said, ‘I’m good in bed. I can sleep all day.’  The same type of fucking shirt that seventeen-year-old him would wear, seeming unable to part from the looks he would get when people would read them. 

“God, you wore stupid shirts like this all the time.” 

“Hey! I find them pretty funny. They’re charming if anything.” 

“Charming?” you laughed, the word fitting Sam exactly though you were sure no other girl would have described it that way back then. “It can only be charming if it’s true.” 

“True?” 

“Yes,” you replied, the word a mere mumble as you truly noted how it felt with him standing so close, looming over you. 

“Well, how about you can be the one to decide if it’s charming. Let you tell me if I am good in bed or not. Would make for an interesting summer, wouldn’t it?”

You knew then you were fucked. So completely and inevitably because you had waited that long. Since you were seventeen sitting in that hot gross basement, him only a few inches from you. You had waited, and suddenly Sam seemed so much more tantalizing, enough so you would maybe give in. Just this once.

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[scryarchives]

OMG i just taught of this in my head its alright if ya dont wanna write it but NANAMI AS A FATHER HEADCANON cuz like man will be dedicsted to making sure his child has a goos life (and not be like gojo)

my masterlist !

✭ pairings: platonic - dad!nanami x daughter!reader

✭ warning: nanami's probably out of character, pure fluff, fem!reader

✭ word count: 1.2k words

HII OH MY GOSH, thank you for the ask!! okay so this is my first ever hc request and I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the idea of this!! I hardly ever write 'x reader' content, but I really might just start doing it for the platonic reqs! I really do think Nanamin would be the best dad ever, but Gojo would definitely be a great parent too considering that he does believe that children should be allowed to be happy without having their childhood taken away! Anyway, I've yapped enough, here are the Dad!Nanami Headcanons! Enjoy!

𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 | 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Dad!Nanami who:

✧ Raised the baby left on his doorstep, crying and swaddled in cloth with her heartbreaking screams of hunger and lack of love filled his ears. ✧ Instantly checked on her condition, considering the baby’s cries, he couldn’t tell if perhaps she was injured.  ✧ Once he figured out she was fine, he instantly rushed to the store with the baby in his arms, rushing through each aisle to hunt for baby food. ✧ Bought the food the moment he spotted it, adjusting her in his hold as he quickly paid for it, sitting on the ground outside to open the food and feed the starving child. ✧ Softens the moment he hears her cries stop, her big eyes staring up at him intently with her remaining tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.  ✧ Smiles a little the moment he sees how quickly she devours the baby food, showing how hungry she really is. ✧ Thought maybe parenthood isn’t as bad as it seems.

✧ Feels pride bubble up in his chest the moment she begins to walk, her smile wide as she wobbles towards him, his arms wide open as he speaks to her with soft encouragement, “That’s it, step by step.” ✧ Scoops her up into a big hug the moment she’s a few inches away from her, her little giggles of amusement bringing her so much joy. ✧ Doesn’t mind doodling silly little things with her, scribbling down on a paper whatever she asks, as long as it’s after work hours, despite his urge to bend the rules for his little girl. ✧ Brings her to work as long as he’s not on a mission (because really, who in the right mind would put such a precious being in harm’s way?), just to make sure that she’s safe and sound. At least she’s with him, and he can keep an eye on her. ✧ Knows he can trust his baby girl with Gojo’s students when he needs to go on a mission, and never Gojo, even if Fushiguro did turn out the way he did under Gojo’s care. ✧ Would make the three teens promise not to let Gojo within a five-foot radius of his little daughter because he knows it would mean nothing but trouble (who knows what really goes on behind those blindfolded, blank eyes.) ✧ Is nothing but touched to see how the three students cared for his little girl so carefully, seeing her resting on Itadori’s chest as they sleep on the couch with the hushed noises of children’s cartoons in the background from the TV. ✧ Tucks her away before gently placing a warm blanket over the three students who he clearly cared for (he’s never explicitly said so, but they all know it). He’s nothing short of grateful for their help babysitting the precious little girl in his life, and he sees her as his own, not caring for the fact that she was just left on his doorstep. He can’t wait to see her grow.

✧ Tears up a little behind his glasses as he drops her off for her first day at preschool, his face stoic as ever as he wonders where all the time went as he watches her skip off to class, waving goodbye to him. ✧ Wishes that time would slow down just for a while so he could read her bedtime stories and notice the tiny things she does to try and make his day easier. Always his little helper, she was. ✧ Can’t wait to pick her up, packing up fifteen minutes earlier from work just to collect her on time, turning to Gojo with a glare as the white-haired man smirks, entertained to see his junior so caring and paternal. ✧ Arrives at her preschool just a minute early, waiting at the school’s gates as he hears the bell ring, the cheers of other kids rushing out like water from a broken dam. His eyes immediately rush to find her tiny figure, and he bends down, recognising the top of her head through the sea of children. ✧ Listens to every little thing she tells him, from what she saw in the class to the friends she made – even the tiny ants she saw at the playground during recess. ✧ Smiles the moment he sees the drawing she did in class of a poorly-drawn him and herself (he doesn’t mind it one bit), just proud to have been involved in her growth. ✧ Frames the drawing instantly, and though it’s a little big, it sits on his bedside table, right next to his wristwatch and glasses. ✧ Has no hesitation to put aside whatever housework the moment she asks for help with homework – math specifically. ✧ Is as patient as he can be, explaining the basics clearer for his precious daughter to understand, helping her with the first bit before letting her try it out on her own. He’s positively glowing with pride when he checks through her homework, finding it all done correctly. ✧ Ruffles her hair as she grins with a laugh as he gives her his rare words of encouragement, “Great work, kiddo.” ✧ Sees her with a gold star sticker her homework the next day as she runs to him after school, her maths worksheet waving in the air as she jumps into his arms. ✧ Is nothing but satisfied to see her beaming with pride at her efforts, and relieved to know that he’s doing a good job so far.

✧ Finds himself stuck, struggling to explain where her mother is as she peers curiously up at him, his daughter now up to his hip. ✧ She’s grown again, and her increased height followed her curiosity as she asked more questions, and noticed more things – well in this case, the lack thereof. ✧ He simply replied with a, “It’s always been you and I.” Relief fills him the moment he sees a nod in understanding, but the thought keeps him awake at night. Eventually, he’ll have to explain, it’s always the hardest thing to find out how to do it. ✧ Finds out why she asked as he spots a little worksheet on her desk, his brown eyes widening as he recognises it as a family tree. ✧ Two of the slots are filled, but the rest remain blank, and he feels nothing but pity, a sigh escaping him as he picks up the sheet of paper. ✧ Plans to tell his daughter everything that night, preparing her favourite dishes and desserts, but his nerves are getting to him, resulting in a tense silence as he sits at the dining table, waiting for her to finish her shower. ✧ Notices the moment passes as she sits down, digging into her meal as he clears his throat, finally finding it in him to speak. ✧ Watches every twitch of her eyelid as she blinks, waiting for some sort of reaction from her, hoping that she’d take it well. He’s not sure of what he’d do if it all went south. ✧ Is silent by the end of the explanation, waiting, gauging for her voice to say something, but all he can see are her big eyes staring at him. ✧ Is caught off guard when she says, “I don’t need any other family, because I have you, Dad. I don’t care if I’m adopted or not, you’ll always be my dad.” ✧ Feels his eyes water, his arms spreading open to pull her into a hug. It’s uncharacteristic of him, but for her, he wouldn’t care. She’s his daughter, his little girl, not bound by blood but by bond. ✧ Would want nothing more than to hold her in his arms, wishing to protect her from every little bit of harm because that’s what you do with things you adore, with the things you treasure – and she’s everything to him, his baby girl.

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[bookofbonbon]

Henry and Sam broke my heart. They deserved better. And poor Ellie probably going to feel guilty for not staying awake.

The way they paralleled that entire scene to that one line Henry says to Joel shattered my heart. It’s in pieces. I can’t even find the pieces.

Poor Ellie will definitely feel guilty ☹️ and not just for that but, also because she’s got this weight of being ‘the cure’ on her shoulders and she couldn’t save Sam.

Painful as it was, it was also such a great way to show the childish naivety and innocence of Ellie. Also a great lead into why she reacts the way she does to a certain revelation that will come in the future. So, it was heartbreaking but, a necessary evil.

#henry burrell #sam burrell #Ellie Williams #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #inbox 💌 #anonymous

[kaluwa-del-conte]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!

#❤ #sweet sam~ #spreading positivity #inbox lurv 💌

[celestial-sapphicss]

hello! 🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶

omg I'm one of your favourite followers, i just might combust on spot 🥺🙈🌹

okay, so the songs im listening to repeat these days

the entire folklore album

work song, hozier

rue, girl in red

love goes, sam smith

kiss goodnight, idkhbtfm

lol it was so difficult for me to just put 5 songs because i just put all my songs on shuffle 😂

#vi's inbox #tag game #THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS #love #and hugs #and snacks #for you 💌 #folklore #taylor swift #hozier #girl in red #sam smith #idkhbtfm

[inkluvs]

what is that new pfp? sorry my eyes are terrible

hii it’s this picture of daisy from daisy jones and the six <3

#her staring dreamily at sam claflin if i remember the scene correctly which is so valid of her #ivy’s inbox 💌 #anon <3

[emmaswcns]

🌿 ☀️

🌿 ~ your username/url is very cool. ☀️ ~ i appreciate you.

honestly feel so privileged to see your url in my inbox omg zasxdcfvg but thank you so so so much sam!! 🤍🥺💫

send me an emoji!

#sam tag #itwasmagic #inbox games #renee's got mail 💌

[lnfours]

Okay hear me out, the Fourth of July with Tom’s family at a gorgeous beach house. And his skin is all sun kissed from the summer sun and his curls are even more curly from the salty air 😩

genuinely going to go into cardiac arrest if i think abt this any longer. i NEED him.

i’m getting the summer i turned pretty vibes, a new england summer, yknow? idk, i hope u like it! <3

💌 inbox

toms family was never the type to skip out on a new england summer. the hollands and your family would always spend the summer in massachusetts, spending the days at the beach house nikki had convinced dom to get back when you all were kids.

now it’s become a tradition. a tradition that you’ve grown to fall in love with, wanting nothing more than to keep the tradition going.

the beach house was gorgeous, right on the beach with its own private entrance to the sand and ocean that was calling your name. you took off with the boys to the water, giggling as you raced them into the waves.

it wasn’t a lie that you and tom had always felt some kind of way towards each other, even the adults claim it’s always been obvious ever since you were both teenagers. you both have unspoken feelings about each other, waiting for the other to cave in.

you made your way into the water, tom and sam following close behind you. harry and paddy had fallen short, almost falling in the sand. you laughed as tom splashed you.

“cheater!” he laughed, “you got a head start!”

you smiled, “can’t keep up, spider-man?”

he looked good. too good. his sun kissed skin was glistening with saltwater. the salt in the air had made his curls more defined, sticking to his forehead. his sunglasses sat on his slightly crooked, freckle covered nose.

everything about him was perfect.

“oh i can keep up,” he said, “you just distracted me, that’s all.”

“sorry, i’ll try to be less distracting.”

“nothing wrong with a little distraction once in a while.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #spiderman #spider-man #mail time #tom holland blurb #tom holland fic #tom holland fluff #blurb #berry-blueberry

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

S.O.S

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Shameless fucking and allusions to violence.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍬🍬🍬

The sting of Sam’s hand radiates through your ass, the slapping of flesh underlines his shallow breaths and your own stray groans. You grip the top of the couch as your knee sinks between the cushions, his hand curled around your shoulder as he spanks you again, fucking you harder. You bite down and hold back your voice as he ruts wildly.

“Sugar, you gonna be sweet for me now?” He huffs as his hand hooks up to cup your chest, his hips slamming decisively against your ass, “hmm? I don’t like it when you talk back like that–”

A night and half a day later, you’re still atoning for your sharp tongue. You roll your eyes back and swallow down your anger. Let him get it out. He’ll fuck himself stupid and you’ll go back to pretending he isn’t there.

“Yeah, you got me fucked up,” he hammers into you as he leans in, hooking his thick arm around your neck as his other hand grasps the couch next to yours, “you gonna make me–”

“Hurry up and blow,” Bucky snarls and your head pops up as two figures watch from the wide archway, “we gotta talk.”

“What the–” you start but Sam snuffs out your voice with his bicep.

“Jesus,” he snarls and slams into you, shuddering as he cums deep inside you, twitching until he’s empty.

You turn your face down as you try to cover your chest as it peeks out over the top of the cushions. You notice how Steve ogles you openly, his left eye blackened around the socket as the other man wears a split lip. What the fuck happened to them?

“Go on, sugar, the boys have got business,” Sam slides out of you and his cum drips down your thigh in a gush of humiliation. He grabs the throw blanket and throws it at you as he walks around shamelessly, “you guys look rough, I assume you made up.”

You quickly cover yourself and hurry out of the room. As you pass Steve, he lets out a willowy breathe and his fingers tickle the blanket as you feel his gaze on you.

“Knocked some sense into each other,” Bucky intones as you snatch your phone as you pass the table by the bannister and rush up the stairs.

“Knocked each other around but couldn’t knock before letting yourself in,” Sam challenges and grunt, his weight flopping into a chair. “What’s up?”

You stay at the top of the stairs as you listen. The sight of the men worries you. They obviously fought someone, by their comments, each other.

“We did, you didn’t answer,” Steve snickers, “and who can blame you?”

“What do you want?” Sam undercuts as you tap your thumb on your phone, half-listening as you scroll through your notifs. There’s an email from Treats, the site you used to cam for. You hadn’t done that in months, since him.

“Girls are gone.”

You lift your chin and hold in your breath. What?

“Gone?” Sam echoes, “what does that mean?”

“They’re gone. Booked it while we dealt with things.”

Sam chortles, “you mean while you idiots bashed each other’s heads in.”

“Something like that,” Steve mutters.

You hit on your Gmail and the email floats at the top; ‘you have a 💌 on Treats!’. The men’s voices rumble in the back of your head as you hit the link and open the browser. You key in your password, resigned to another creep wondering why your schedule is closed.

‘ChocolateDove15 has sent you a private message. Accept?’

You hesitate and listen, “we gotta find them. They didn’t take anything so it won’t be that hard.”

Shit. This isn’t a coincidence. You accept and open the chat. Several bubbles pop up.

‘No clothes, no money. Scared.’

‘At High Street Library till three. Have to keep moving.’

‘If you can help, please.’

You slowly push away from the wall as you quickly delete the chat and sign out. You go back to your inbox and delete the message. You can’t take the phone with you. No, that’s too easy for them. 

You put the phone in the top drawer of the dresser as you enter the bedroom and grab some clothes. You dress before shoving a backpack full of clothes, both yours and Sam’s, practical things. You leave your wallet but take your credit card. Hit the ATM at the corner then toss the card.

You move carefully, alert for any noise from downstairs. You zip up the bag and pull on a loose hoodie over the first one. They’ll be a camera at the ATM, you’ll dump the hoodie with the card to throw them off.

You listen at the bedroom door. You can barely decipher their words, “they don’t have anyone. Coco’s mom, maybe but she’s not in the city…”

You keep the latch from clicking and quickly rush across the room, carrying a pair of tennis shoes in your hand. You slide up the window and take a breath of the fresh air. If Coco and Birdy can run, you can too. You just gotta get to High Street by three.

#sam wilson #dark sam wilson #dark!sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sweet treats #au #marvel #mcu #captain america #falcon #avengers

[msmarvelwrites]

Hi cutie.

Would you rather get a spanking from Bucky’s metal arm or Sam’s cap shield?

🥰🥰🥰

Hi there, moonbeam ✨

Oh... This is an easy one for me actually. And it would go a little something like this-

"That'a girl. Just one more for me. I know you can take it."

You let out a broken sob as the vibranium hit your bare ass - red and throbbing from Sam's assault.

So what you had mouthed off at one of his important meetings as the new Captain America? It was part of your relationship. It kept things spicy. And truthfully, you thought he was joking when he said he was going to spank you with the sheild.

"Look at that ass." Sam cooed, running a warm hand over your burning skin. You whimpered, gnawing on your bottom lip as his fingers found their way between your throbbing cheeks and right where you craved him most. "So wet for me, baby. It's as if I knew you would enjoy a good spanking."

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[catgirlspence]

Your cat is the cutest!! 🥺

thank you :) she really is adorable

#gracie’s inbox 💌 #sam <3

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[pinkhysteria]

girl did you see what happened to the society lmaooo messy as hell

i woke up and saw and i’m just ???? i thought it was fairly popular and i’m crying because just a couple days ago one of the actresses was talking about sum “we’re coming back soon!”  😭 netflix really ain’t shit

#netflix must be broke frfr.... hate to see it #i'm not heartbroken tbh but i need them to stop cancelling these shows like this because then here come the yt kids #'THIS SHOW HAD THE GREATEST REP EVER-' #all allie/harry/grizz/sam/elle icons talking about 'it had pee oh cees!!' somebody lying ur honor ._. #anyway this opens up more time for us all to stream tiny pretty things! lmao #💌.inbox

[kaluwa-del-conte]

Send this flower to 10 mutuals to let them know you love them 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

Thank you!~ 🧡 Lurv you too sweetheart~

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ii. writing queue (current wips)

iii. wldflvrs: about, guidelines, etc

iv. requests/writing

v. tagging system

iii. about wldflvrs

⤷ you can call me kit and i go by any pronouns. i am 19 and in my first year of college so i will be writing whenever i have time to.

⤷ please do not translate, repost or in other words, steal, any of my writing. it’s extremely rude and disheartening and i would appreciate if my work is only posted by me.

⤷ while i only write for dream smp cc’s i will occasionally interact, post, and/or talk about other fandoms i am in. i will not however be writing for them.

JUST A NOTE: I tend to post using caps locks and swear words untagged so if that is something you do not like, I’d suggest you not interact. Another thing is I tend to delete posts (that of me ranting/talking, not my writing) so yeah!

iv. requests/writing

⤷ i only write in gender-neutral!reader unless otherwise mentioned.

⤷ i do not take requests so do not send in any, i will not be accepting any.

⤷ the people i write for at the moment include: wilbur soot, fundy karl jacobs, quackity, niki, and sam. please note however that this list is bound to change at any given moment.

v. tagging system

my general tagging system, if you’d like to filter out any of them, is as follows; #kit talks for rambles, shitposts, etc, #asks — *insert blog name* for any asks i receive (along with #💌 for anything that is sent to my inbox), #why’d queue have to kill my cat? for anything i had queued, #kits rec — several for my fic recs that have more than one person/pairing and similarly, #kits rec — *insert cc name* for a specific cc’s fic rec i have, along with #cr for comment reblogs, #mutuals for anything i post/reblog of my mutuals and #rb for reblogs i make. lastly, each cc has their individual tag (which is just their cc name) for further sorting along with any posts of miscellaneous fandoms i put on my blog.

the tagging system for my writing is pretty self explanatory and is as follows,

for types of work i’ve written; #headcanons, #oneshot, #drabble / #blurb (+ timestamps ), #smau, #matchups

for genres; #angst, #fluff, #comfort, #festive,

for miscellaneous stuff; #follower celebrations

#wldflvrs #navigation

[cunaeparker]

saw’s june sleepover ☽

hi guys !!

so, i’m feeling creative and willing to write blurbs for the first time in a WHILE so i figured that i could host a sleepover ! it’s nearing june and i’m hyped for the summer ♡

starting today (after i post this) i will be accepting and posting all of the following:

peter parker & other marvel characters

tom holland

harrison osterfield

harry holland & sam holland 

and other (if your preferred person isn’t listed feel free to ask :)

feel free to request and send things in, i’m looking forward to my inbox being jammed :’) ☼

       ━   rules

nothing too explicit, please

no anon roleplay ?? idk how it works or what the term is but i see it and get a little weirded out lol 

sexual content is allowed, but only send it in if you’re of legal age - i will be putting an eighteen+ read more feature 

i don’t really know what to put here but 

i just hope everyone has fun !! ♡

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         ━   da basics !!

☁ - for blog recs 

✏ - for wip sneak peak 

💕 - for blurb requests - preferably, with a vague idea of how it would go. you can use own prompts or prompts from here or here :)

🍒 - for nsfw - again, pls be eighteen and up !

🎵 - for music recs for certain followers, established by what i think you like based on your blog :)

💭 - for a concept - can be au’s or tropes

🎲 - for a random song from my music library 

🥝 - for a personal question. i’m an open book, ask away :)

💌 - for a blog complement 

🍓 - for fic recs :)

🌸 - for my thoughts on a specific blog - i won’t be rude or call anyone out, this one is for spreading positivity ♡

i hope everyone enjoys this and i’m looking forward to what you all send in !! 

much love, saw <3

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        ━   tags

tagging sum mutuals, writers i look up to, and ppl that i think will be interested :)

@quackeroos @chaoticpete @eridanuswave @parkersbliss @allegra-soleil @allegra-writes @spideygirl2003 @thirzaholland @heyhihellowhatsup0 @sovereignparker @holedflaws @underoosjae @andromedaaaaaaaaa @blissfulparker @pparkerwrites @tomhollandd @madmadmilk @hollandroos @angelic-holland @peeterparkr @peterplanet @keepingupwiththeparkers @tomsrebeleyebrow @farfromhaz @parkeret @txmhoelland @stardustom @mannien @yoinkyourheart @temptingholland @hollandstom @lyzalovealk @darlintom @peterspideyy @the-crazy-fanfictionist @terrifictomholland @liberty-barnes @screamholland @silteplaittais-toi @t-holland2080 @softholand @thenoddingbunny-blog @memeyshit @averyfosterthoughts​ @marvel-mendes​ @my-patronus-is-mabel-pines​ @peachypcrker​ @peachyparkerr​ @gingerwritess​ @donwellabbey​ @goodnight-n-dayglow​ 

love all of yoouuuu  ♡ 

#peter parker #tom holland #harrison osterfield #harry holland #sam holland #zendaya #mcu #mavel #peter parker blurb #tom holland blurb #harrison osterfield blurb #harry holland blurb #sam holland blurb #marvel blurbs #sawyers june sleepover #cunaeparker #writing challenge #sleepover #sleepover !!!