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doodlerh · 1 year
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@ nintendo all im saying is my gallade oc from when i was 13 did it first and i deserve a little credit for iron valiant
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bitchfendi · 1 year
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if i graduate its over for you motherfuckers
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phantombriide · 6 months
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GF!ELLIE HEADCANONS; e.w.
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content: mdni, loser gf!ellie, annoying gf!ellie, mentions of head/sex, mentions of making out, ellie's a clown and you're sick of it but love it so much, swearing and fluff. also this isn't proofread soooo
note: i like my girls silly so i can be mean and pretend i hate it. sorry for my inactivity as of late, i am now a busy girl but i had so much fun writing this <3 dont forget to like/reblog!! enjoyyyy
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⚢ gf!ellie who you've been friends with since junior year of high school. she was the class clown, always getting on the teacher's nerves and you were just as bad adding onto her jokes getting you both sent to detention for the afternoon
⚢ gf!ellie who noticed the lesbian pride pin attached to your book bag and instantly knew that you were gonna be hers sooner or later
⚢ gf!ellie who is still so obsessed with you four years later as you're half way through your sophomore year of college. she would've thought going to the same school AND rooming with her girlfriend was a terrible idea if she wasn't 100% sure you two were soulmates
⚢ gf!ellie who will fart and look at you in disgust as if you did it. you'll put the blame back on her and she'll only respond with something stupid like 'girls don't fart' as if you aren't both girls
⚢ gf!ellie who makes you get up in the middle of a conversation if she thinks your sitting on her vape and you get so fucking mad but she doesn't care
⚢ gf!ellie who is quite literally the most irritating person you've ever met but it's what made you fall in love with her in the first place
⚢ gf!ellie who sits on the counter while you clean instead of helping, opting to tell you the latest drama that she accidentally overheard
⚢ gf!ellie who fake bangs you and pretends to nut when you bend over
"ahhh fuckkk y/n im gonna nut." "ellie get the fuck off of me."
⚢ gf!ellie who tells you to shut the fuck up and immediately apologizes seconds later because she's actually terrified of you
⚢ gf!ellie who sends you stupid instagram posts while you're sitting right next to her as if you can't see her giggle and send it to you
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⚢ gf!ellie who is stupid smart but types exactly like this
'babw you wont beelieve what dinw just told me 😭'
babw*
BABE*
beleive*
beleive??
beleive
wtf'
⚢ gf!ellie who stuffs her face in your shirt and takes a nap in that exact position
⚢ gf!ellie who will be making out with you just to stop and lip sync drake lyrics because it's her favorite song
⚢ gf!ellie who once fell of the bed while giving you head because she was too awkward to reposition herself and just didn't wanna stop
⚢ gf!ellie who sports her hickeys around and tells everyone her gf beats her as you're standing directly next to her completely baffled and speechless
⚢ gf!ellie who is so in love with you that she thinks about getting your name tatted like a tramp stamp everyday she wakes up
⚢ gf!ellie who tea bags you whenever you bend down to tie your shoes bc she's that obnoxious
⚢ gf!ellie who farts and holds the blanket over your head until your coughing and begging her to stop as she manically laughs at your demise
⚢ gf!ellie who draws dicks and boobs on your face while sleeping just to stare at you as you wake up and compliment you while holding back her laughter
'god you're so beautiful'
meanwhile her:
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⚢ gf!ellie who will wake you up at 3am for a kiss because she had a dream about you and missed you like you're not sleeping directly on top of her
⚢ gf!ellie who wears stupid shirts like this and thinks it's straight fashion
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⚢ gf!ellie who will clown you like a mf but will get so defensive the moment anyone else tries to do it
⚢ gf!ellie who smacks your ass anytime you pass by and immediately turn around to not seem suspicious as if she's not the only one close enough to touch you
⚢ gf!ellie who's your best friend and you're just so lucky to have such a goof around 24/7 to keep you entertained
⚢ gf!ellie who has a ring hiding in her sex toys drawer because she knows she wants you as hers forever and ever
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heya hiya bbg!! since you are writing for bucky i might as well do 10 y/o me some justice <3
i weirdly remember this dream i had (most of my requests are my delusional ahh dreams oml😞) where reader basically calms him after a nightmare like asking him what happened, if he wants to talk abt it, humming/singing to him, trying to cheer him up, etc etc
v cute v fluffy <3
hopefully u can get to this soon! have a great week/end!
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angel my bbg hi!! love it love it love it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it 💌
UNRESTED.
bucky barnes x fem!reader
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word count. 647
warnings. reverse comfort bc I can’t stop myself from writing it, nightmares but no description. it’s just fluff and comfort
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It was no secret that Bucky didn't sleep well, often tormented by memories, leaving him with minimal hours of uninterrupted rest. Most nights were the same, him restlessly tossing in bed, murmuring and jolting as though he's stuck in the past - reliving it all over again.
Tonight was no different. You were nudged awake by your boyfriend sleeping to the right of you, his twitching movements hustling the mattress and snatching the covers. You check the time on your phone and sit up slowly, adjusting beside Bucky. 
You extend a hand, hesitantly reaching for him. You place your palm over his shoulder, the sheen of his cold sweat permeating your skin. "James," you whisper, trying not to startle him. "James," you try again. 
He abruptly sits, lids flinging open, a deep, heavy inhale filling his lungs. "God," he murmurs, brushing a hand down his face. His breathing is ragged and strained, shoulders tensing under your touch.
You brush your hand down his back, stroking over him smoothly. "You're awake. It's okay," you coo, drawing circles over his scarred skin - trying to refocus his mind.
He sighs, dropping his head in his hands, his breathing beginning to even out. "Was the same one again," he mumbles, his voice soft and saddened against his palms.
Your touch remains warm, trailing over him lovingly. "It sounded like it," you whisper, your tone gentle. "I'm sorry, love."
You slip your free hand into his metal one, carefully pulling it away from his face - your thumb brushing over the vibranium. You bring him to your lips and press a kiss on the back of it. You continue to hold him like that, one hand grazing up and down the curve of his back, your other holding the metal on your lap - trying to bring him back as such. 
Bucky turns to look at you, his face knowing. The sight of your sweet features gently lit up in the moonlight, slowly putting his mind at ease.
You meet his downcast gaze, your eyes pooling with empathy. You give him a weak smile before resting the side of your head on his left shoulder, cheek skimming the scars. 
"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask.
He copies your movement, resting his head over yours - the side of his face propped on your crown. "Not yet," he mutters in response, exhaling a steady breath. 
"That's okay," you whisper back, turning to place a kiss on his upper metal arm. "We don't have to right now."
There's a moment of comfortable silence - the only sounds of breathing and the heavy pitter-patter of rain against the window. You continue to hold Bucky, waiting for him to pull away. But he never does.
"Sorry for waking you again,"
"James," you comfort, sweetly cooing at him. "You never have to be sorry for that... I was already awake anyway," you lie - trying to make him feel better. 
You keep a grip on him as you lean back against the mattress, pulling him with you, which he adjusts immediately, cuddling into your side - his arm draping over your middle. You slip your arm under his head and wrap around it, almost like you were cocooning him. Protecting him. Just you cradling his head safely in your arms.
"Thank you," Bucky mutters, his words muffling against your skin as he presses a kiss to your shoulder.
Your fingers graze up into the short hairs at the back of his head - nails soothingly scratching his scalp. "Of course," you murmur back, whispering into his forehead.
Both of you stay like that, listening to the night storm, cuddled and huddled under the covers - his hand slowly making its way up to your heart. He rests his palm over the organ, using the faint thumping to ease him back to sleep.
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elliesflower · 10 months
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loser!!!!!bff!!!!ellie!!!!!!!! hc's
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i’m just jumping on the loser!ellie train bc i actually love it and i feel like she’s such a loser despite her commitment issues like…she wants to believe in love so bad, SO BAD that she is actually a hopeless romantic deep down she literally can’t help it but it’s trapped under her awkward funny girl exterior. she's so me fr 😵‍💫
all these are sfw except for a lil sum special for you FREAKS at the end teehee so as with all my content, please 18+ only, mdni!!!
cw; afab!reader, smut (at the end)
♡ all her doodles of cat and dina hello??? she’d have a whole fucking journal dedicated to just drawings of you, every time you hang out she’d be discreetly letting her eyes linger on your face so that she can sketch you out later. and she’d smile while sketching you i know she would, her cheeks would get all red and maybe she’d even giggle she wants you so bad!!! 
♡ she’d be on patrol and see a beautiful yellow flower and immediately think of you, she has to pick it for her best friend, she HAS to!! she’d lose her balance on her damn horse trying to protect it from getting damaged while she rode back into town, but it’s worth it to see the smile on your pretty face 
♡ i feel like she'd follow you around. in any context. patrol? she's slightly behind your horse to keep an eye on you. walking around jackson? she's literally always right behind your left shoulder, letting you lead the way. party at dina's? she's practically glued to you the whole night, and when the liquor would hit she was a little handsy, pathetically looping a finger through your belt loop as she followed you to the bathroom, moving your hair out of your face when you'd talk to her, etc.. and of course the next day she'd get so sick when she recalled her behavior, feeling shameful and wondering if you were catching on (ofc you were).
♡ and she’d dream about you all the time oh my gosh! esp after hanging out with you all day she wouldn’t be able to get you out of her head when she gets home. maybe she’ll definitely even write your name with a little heart next to it in her journal when she’s recalling the day. her subconscious would manifest the way that you looked trying to play her guitar into her dreams that night
♡ speaking of guitar, she’d 10000% write songs for you. she wouldn’t tell you they’re for you, of course, she’d just play the most beautiful love song you’ve ever heard and play it off like it was nothing. but when she gets home she’d probably cry because she was too scared to make a move on you :( 
♡ i also mentioned this in a previous post but this bitch would love frank ocean, so i can see her falling asleep listening to thinkin bout you and crying bout you :( or imagine in a modern world her sketching in her journal while listening to ivy before she starts to cry because she's so frustrated by her own awkwardness, and the fact she can't ever seem to tell you how she feels :((((
♡ if you ever got into another relationship would be beating herself up over it, like why didn't she make a move sooner? and she wouldn't be able to help herself, she'd get extra moody whenever your partner was around, distant and clearly irritated. poor baby is just so bad at expressing her feelings that whenever you'd ask her about it she'd just throw it under the rug and say she's on her period or something
♡ but when you and your partner inevitably broke up, of course she was right there to be your shoulder to cry on. you'd show up at her house sobbing in the middle of the night, and i think it would take her aback, honestly, how she felt her own tears falling as she embraced you on her doorstep. she would be so emotionally connected to you, your tears were hers, and she wanted nothing more than to make you feel better. she'd throw out an empty threat to your ex, and it'd make you smile. she loves to see you smile, gosh she'd do anything to make you happy, she just loves you so much!
♡ she wouldn't. stop. with the fucking. dad jokes. she'd be insatiable, truly, like...you were starting to wonder if she was getting off on telling them to you or something. but really, she just wanted to make you feel better, any little thing she could do to make you laugh would make her feel like she did good enough for the day
♡ and you'd start to see her romantically after a while, how could you not? and why didn't you sooner? she'd be so easily flustered though, every time your hand would linger on her shoulder, or whenever you'd squeeze her even tighter as you watched a horror movie...her heart would start beating all fast and her cheeks would get so rosy. maybe her pussy would even throb when she noticed you bending over extra slowly while getting dressed one day. and of course you were doing it for her
♡ she wouldn't be able to contain herself when you kiss her for the first time. and of course you made the first move, you think a loser like ellie would ever kiss you first? she'd been so desperate for you for so long i really think she might whine into your mouth. she's a whimperer, really, she'd probably gasp when you shove your hand down the front of her pants and get your fingers moving over her clit,
"oh! oh m'god," she'd be pathetic, her jaw clenching as she whined into your shoulder while your fingers slid between her wet folds with ease. she'd cum so fucking fast you'd barely have time to blink, repeating your name over and over like a prayer as she made a mess of your hand. you've never seen her like this, lust clouding her inhibition and making her so desperate it was like she was brainless, grabbing your wrist and bringing your slick-covered fingers to her mouth to suck them clean.
"i gotta taste you," she'd whine, and she'd make sure you were comfortable on the bed before spreading your legs and eating you out like she was a woman possessed, literally drunk on the taste of your pussy.
"taste so fucking good," between kitten licks to your clit, did she even know what she was saying? "i love you, i fucking love you," of course she was confessing her love for you now, when she had her nose buried in your cunt, intoxicated by the sound of your moans and the feeling of your skin being indented by her fingertips.
she may be a loser, but she'd be your loser.
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aerynwrites · 6 months
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Thank you for writing these, they are fantastic! Could you do one where Tav is doubting her abilities and is overwhelmed with the responsibility of fighting the netherbrain? Halsin would be there to stand with her and remind her of her strength, bravery, and growth. And kiss her too, because of course.
Not Alone
Halsin x Reader
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A/N: thank you for the request friend! I hope this is what you wanted - I had fun writing this Bc wouldn’t we ALL be overwhelmed with that??
Word count: 1k
Warnings: mentions of anxiety, feeling overwhelmed, emotional hurt comfort, kissing, fluff.
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It seemed to come out of nowhere.
The desperate squeeze of your chest. The burning tears behind your eyes. Shaking hands, narrowed vision, the inability to breath or think straight.
The sadness and grief and anxiety and…fear.
It all comes crashing down one unsuspecting evening, as the moon hovers high in the sky, trying and failing to comfort you with her pale light as you rush from your tent.
Worry about waking your companions doesn’t even cross your mind as you stumble from camp and into the surrounding wilderness, tears blinding you.
Gods, it’s too much.
The tadpoles, your friends' personal quests, the absolute, the guardian in your dreams…they all haunt you. Drain you constantly through the day and even now - where sleep used to be a respite - even your dreams are no longer your own.
A stray rock catches the toe of your shoe and suddenly you're acutely aware of the world around you once more. The rushing of air past you as you crash to the ground and the pain in your knees as you land. The dirt and grass beneath your fingers as you dig desperately into the earth. The wetness on your cheeks, and finally the broken sob that bursts from your lips.
You want to scream, and you just about let it out when something falls against your shoulder. However, the only sound that comes out is a strangled gasp as you turn to find the intruder.
Halsin, your druid companion turned lover - crouches before you, concern drawing his brows together and thinning his lips.
“Are you alright?” He asks, voice gentle amidst the roaring turmoil of your mind. “I saw you rush from camp as I was returning and you seemed…troubled.”
Shaking your head you turn away from him, shame bubbling up in your chest. That forever cracking facade of a leader, pushing forward once more.
“I’m fine.”
You try to sound firm, but the words come out broken and choked around the lump lodged in your throat.
Halsin says nothing for a moment, instead moving to sit beside you in silence, staring out into the wilderness ahead.
You try to control your emotions, try to pull yourself together, but the tears just won’t. Stop.
“Even the strongest of leaders feel the weight of what they take on.” Halsin finally says. “No one can carry it alone forever.”
“I never asked to be a leader,” you respond, voice as empty as you feel.
More tears come forward ushering out all the thoughts you’ve been holding in your mind. The things you’ve been hiding, trying to keep everyone happy.
“I can’t keep doing this,” you whisper, finally looking over to the druid from where you sit on your knees. “I just wanted to find a cure for these things in our heads and every solution has been a dead end o-or an avenue to something worse!” The words spill from your lips in shaky breaths.
“And on top of all that I have to stand by and watch as my companions, my friends struggle too. Astarion and his past with Cazador, never feeling free - yearning for escape. Gale and Shadowheart trapped by a goddess. Karlach being told she is literally damned to hell. And then you -“ you gesture vaguely to the man next to you. “Bearing the weight of the shadow curse and Thaniels well being…”
Slowly, with each word it seems the tears start to stop. Or dry up. You’re not sure which. But as you continue to speak it’s as if a tiny miniscule weight is lifted. You finally turn to face Halsin, who just gazes at you patiently, concern evident in his eyes.
“I don’t say this to make it seem like I don’t want to bear these things. They are my friends and you-“ you reach out to take his hand in yours, appreciating the comforting squeeze he gives you. “I love you. I want to help you and everyone back at camp but it’s just-“
“Too much to bear alone.”
Halsin completes your thoughts exactly, and before you can speak he’s gathering you up in his arms. You melt into his embrace, surrounded by the warmth and safety you’ve come to crave from the man holding you.
“I don’t know how you did it for so long.” You admit, arms moving to wrap around him. “And for centuries no less. How did you bear it? The responsibility.”
Halsin holds you tighter. “Admittedly, at first I did not bear it well,” he tells you. “I felt much like you do now, overwhelmed by others burdens and the decisions that were mine to make everyday. Constantly worried if the path I was leading the grove down was the right one.”
Gently, Halsin separates from you, just enough that he can see your face.
“So…what did you do? How did you keep it all from tearing you apart?”
Halsin smiles then, a tiny pained thing - as if seeing you go through what he has, hurts him as well.
A calloused hand comes to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing away residual sticky tears.
“I learned to share my burdens with those around me. With my family, my friends. And they were happy to assist me, just as I know those surrounding you will lend you their aid as well.”
You open your mouth to speak but Halsin cuts you off with a quick press of his lips against yours, retreating to press another one to each cheek.
“These are not your burdens to hold alone, my love,” he assures you, eyes searching your own. “You are strong and brave, but let us help you. Lean on me as I have you.”
His words bring on a whole new wave of tears, but instead of sadness all you feel is overwhelming relief and comfort. Halsins arms tighten around you as you press into him, head resting against his chest.
“Thank you,” you whisper, not having the words to express your gratitude.
Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, Halsin rubs a soothing hand up your back.
“Anything for you, my heart.” Reaching up, he runs gentle fingers through your hair. “Would you like to return to camp?”
Taking a deep breath, you shake your head, relishing in the peace and quiet nature provides in this moment. The night is cool, and the gentle breeze rustles the grass and trees as the moon above gazes down on you both.
“I’d like to stay here for a little longer if that’s alright.”
“We can stay as long as you’d like,” he smiles.
And with that promise, you feel the last tendrils of dread slip from your mind.
You’re not alone. And that’s what matters most.
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darkdemeter · 2 months
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(OLD VAR.) THE GOLD OF WINTER: PRINCESS OF THEATRICS
The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, BUCKY BARNES COLUMN #1 —
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Dark! Mob & Bodyguard! Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Female Reader
A/N — It took a little bit to get my ideas into the document but I finally did it! just a la dash of procrastination and writer brain turning off the second I tried to write. Ya know, the fun stuff. But can we just appreciate the gif combo for a second? Hehe, I love it! I had no idea how to begin the first chapter until I put these two together.
WORD COUNT — 3.2k
READER DISCRETION — Mob related stuff — accusations and eluded to sensitive/potential triggering stuff (Bucky's a good boy though, he didn't do anything) — reader being a complete brat and princess — reader is also kinda a bitch? — minor negative name calling (psychopath term is used) — pet names used by parents — Reader does call her father "daddy"... and yes, I was uncomfortable when writing that but it also felt authentic for character. Kill me. — Tony says hi btw — semi-dark Bucky — Winter Soldier mindset bc this boy wants to protect — I think that's it?
— NEXT COLUMN
SUMMARY — You enjoy the finer things in life, that much is certain. But does that enjoyment extend over to your new bodyguard being present in your room while you were unconscious? Well then, you're in for quite the wake up call, Princess of theatrics. Will your father end up doing what he does best when it comes to his beloved daughter crying about it?
You believed it all to be some bad dream. That’s what you convince yourself during the time spent in your bath with a hulking mass of a man just a door away. Locked, but with a simple kick of one strong leg and that lock’s usefulness expires. So much for keeping your composure, you would put your mother and grandmother both in their graves at the poor display of panic, not to say that you didn’t at least try, but the man’s warning against your resolve to arm yourself broke something inside you. Overall, you had become a deer in headlights under his penetrative gaze. 
Cold eyes that are the sort that have seen some shit, and the direct hold they had on your very soul keep you anchored in the bath. You cannot move. Not yet. You’re not ready to face him again just yet but the water is growing lukewarm quickly. Soon enough it will become chilly against the palette of your skin. 
Never has a man’s eyes made your skin come alight, like something coolly searing the under of your skin, and strike fear so absolute into your heart to the point. Everything about him screamed the utter opposite of your previous guards. They were the white collar unit of professionalism. This man, whoever he was or claimed to be, is the striking resemblance of a wolf on the loose. A fiend with a threatening hue to his otherwise pair of admirable blue eyes.
Leaving the bath and only sanctuary, you feel a sense of dread sinking into the pit of your stomach. What if he kills you the moment you go back into your room? 
He assured you he was your new bodyguard but that couldn’t be right. No, it was all just some fever dream. How much did you drink at the party? Nevermind, you don’t want to think about the champagne you consumed tonight. 
If you just go to bed then everything will go back to normal in the morning. You dress yourself, albeit slowly to draw out the virus of thoughts that he was anything but a figment of your imagination, a silk and lace chemise nightgown falls over the curves of your body and grazes the tops of your thighs, after that you ensure your hair is soothed by the creams to keep it maintained. As an extra layer of protection, you hoped it wasn’t needed when you realise your champagne induced hallucination was gone, you pull your robe over your shoulders and fold the near transparent fabric over your breasts. 
There. That will… ugh, forget about it. 
Now you’re starting to sound just like your father. Forget about it. 
“Okay,” you breathe to yourself, “it’s no big deal. This is all… this is all just some, uh, weird dream. I’m going to go back in there and go to sleep. I have to sleep this off.” You nod to yourself in the reflection of your misted bathroom mirror. You can do this. 
 Finally you turn to the door of the ensuite to brave the face of the nightmare that lurked in your room. But the moment you unlock that door and take a step forward, you make direct eye contact with the masked man standing not even a few feet away from the bathroom door and your vision goes dark. 
You don’t remember making it to the bed. You black out before you could make it through the ensuite threshold before blackness consumes you. 
Sunlight pours through the sheer curtains in streams of muffled brightness. The purest form of alarm to wake you from that horrendous experience of a nightmare. But it’s over now. Today is to be a new day and you have much to do. There’s no time to dwell on such dark themes. 
With a relaxed sigh of contentment and shoulders lowering, you sit up from the comfort of your mattress, the fabric smooth against the contours of your skin, wisps of hair sweep over the frame of your face and you have to tuck them back in an easy-to-win battle with the smooth locks. The joys of having perfect hair was not all it seemed. Even you were the target of messy bed hair, at least you had the decency to make it look hot. 
But it’s all short lived. 
That’s when your lax expression commits to a complete 180 and your brows knit together, confused by how you’re suddenly in your bed when last you remember, you were over there…
You can see him out of the corner of your eye, seated right there in one of the twin, cream and plush chairs located in the corner by the tall window panels that overlook your balcony. The come to reality moment is bursting through that bubble, your perfect little world, is on the brink of collapse as it pounds on the protective shield around you. 
It wasn’t a bad dream. It happened. At a snail’s pace do you engage your attention fully to that corner and you suddenly wish you hadn’t. He’s staring at you without an ounce of shame in those bright blue and unblinking eyes, his body far too large and rigid in his seat. Even in the light of day he still carries that aura that threatens you silently but not directly at you. 
His mere presence doesn’t seem to mean you any harm, any offence or threat yet it still does. 
Something in your jaw loses its ability to function and your chin drops. Oh, but how your vocals work just fine. You barely register the formation of a pained wince etched into the top portion of his covered face, you’re far too engrossed in shrieking in sheer terror and leaping off the giant marshmallow you call a bed. 
This was not how your morning was supposed to go.
He offers no apology for his invasion of your privacy nor any words to reinstate why his presence is still in your room. You have to sleep here! It’s your room. Not his. Granted that you don’t even give him the chance but you held your reservations he would say anything of the kind. He didn’t exude the type to apologise for doing what he apparently wanted or needed to do.
You’ve taken to sprinting down the hall as fast as your legs can carry you. You don’t match the speed of a cheetah, even entertaining the thought that you can outrun him, given his record time to cross the mere space of your room in seconds, you at least try to make an effort. 
The halls once familiar to wander through now feel like a maze you cannot figure out. They wind and bend every which way to confuse you as your brooding visitor stalks after you, the rhythm of his heavy clad footfall, in which pursues you is eerily calm yet too quick to lag far behind. 
Shit, even when you’re running full pelt he still manages to keep up with you with his powerful strides. 
What chills you deep to your core is that his piercing blue eyes keep a laser focus on you. Never once do they falter from your fleeting form. 
A game of cat and mouse but max the cat’s size to that of a tiger and you have an accurate portrayal for how small you feel under his watchful eyes alone. Any closer, like he had been last night, and the difference is noticeable without fail. 
The halls echo with your terrorised screams and pleaful cries for your parents’ intervention. Your father is the King of the mob world. He’d sort this roguish man out without a doubt. Just the sight of you alone would be enough to put your pursuer behind bars, the possibilities were endless for his crimes of scaring you half to death and proceeding to reside in your bedroom without your consent or knowledge.
Ignoring the questionable stares of your staff, you sprint through the patio archways and down the few steps into the hedge garden, the lush cushion of clean cut grass is soft and warm against your bare feet. 
Just a glance behind you and he’s on your tail, flanking you hard and fast. 
“Princess.” His voice booms through his dark mask. You don’t listen to his order that compels you to quit while you’re ahead. Just like the gun in your drawer he caught onto. The move you make next is tricky and almost costs you your balance as you slip around the hedge corner. 
For a split moment you actually believe you finally gave him the slip in the green maze when you cut around another corner sharply. 
The sweet relief you feel when you see the poolside cabana - occupied by your parents - and with other witnesses, you could have cried right then and there. Perfect. He couldn’t do anything to you when your parents were around. 
“Daddy! Dad, Help me! DADDY!”
Your voice cracks under the weight of your distressed state. For a moment you see pure fear wash over your father’s visage like a white flush. Your mother, strangely yet so knowingly, portrays an excellence of calm despite your frantic self barrelling towards them. 
The eyes each belonging to several men seated alongside them in the cabana turn to you, curiosity in their brows as they pull down hard in their confusion. Whatever could have you screaming the entire mansion down like the walls of jericho?
“My precious golden flower, what’s wrong?” His shoulders are square as he stands tall and firm, arms held out to hold you when you then proceed to crash into him. His body is momentarily stunned that it flinches from the rushed contact.
“There’s a man! There’s a man chasing after me, h-he was in m-my room last night– Daddy, you have to do something–”
“Ah, I take it that’s him.” One of the men utter from his spot, fully immersed in the comfort of his seat in the sun to bask in the seriousness of your problem. A very dire problem at that. You’re chased down by a ruffian and nobody is so much as asking if you’re alright or checking you over, doting upon you. 
The sight of you ducking behind your father, robe flowing behind you with such elegance, is considered in a gamble whether it was worth the trouble you’ve put the man after you through. Who knew you’d be such a handful of top tier drama that puts the most obnoxious soap operas to shame.
You squeak behind the suited wall of your father, “that’s him, get him away from me Daddy, please! Get him away.” 
The other wall of walking leather, straps and buckles, metal arm reflecting a powerful amount of sun it catches in your eyes and blinds you for a few seconds, he surges forward with unbridled restraint to reach you until he’s mere feet from you and your father, whose stern facade instantly cracks with a boisterous laugh. With a visage of utter shock your head snaps in the direction of your mother, the means and dependency of her support now critical on her, the older woman whom you respect without measure, smirks over the rim of her teacup. 
So much for the support you had hoped to garner. You would need to go into witness protection because of this guy. 
Why is nobody doing anything?! Do they not see the madness in this? 
“Oh, my darling princess,” your father dares to coo softly as if speaking to you as if you’re a child, “you needn’t be afraid of him.”
“I find that very hard to believe! I demand you remove him from my sight at once.” 
To place more distance between yourself and the man your father claims means you no harm, you move until you’re hiding behind the safeguard that is your mother. You pace back and forth in the safety of your newfound distance, palm pressed to your forehead. “Somebody get him away from me, please? I cannot begin to fathom the audacity of this. He was in my room last night–”
“My child, you’re being a tad bit dramatic about this.” 
It’s your mother who scolds your behaviour, however much she adores you she always scorned your tendencies to be a dramatic flare, waving about until your flame for theatrics burnt out. But this isn’t one of those times that the stylist messed up your hair or switched out your outfit last minute before you went on the runway. 
No. This is serious. This man could have done anything to you while you slept. Even though you appear to be clear of any bruises or anything else of a more nefarious nature, the point still stands. You shake your head in her adamant stance. Like a pouting child you stomp your feet when the problem is not resolved your way and in a moment’s instant. Any other man and your father would have the man cropped at the knee before being ruthlessly beaten to a bloody pulp, only to then be locked away in the trunk to be dealt with off property. 
“Father!” you shriek angrily that your cheeks flush a bright hue of red. The company surrounding you swears by it they see steam flare out your nose. The man in tactical gear takes one step forward and you flinch. If he dared to take one more step towards you and you would have no choice but to throw yourself into the pool. As humiliating as that would be and for a man you’re repeatedly told won’t hurt you, he sure isn’t building his case to be trustworthy of such an oath. Your parents both have not seen this visceral of a reaction from you since you saw that spider in your changing room.
But this is completely different. 
“Sweetheart, this is the Winter Soldier. He’s been assigned as your new bodyguard. I swear it, darling, he will not hurt you.” Your mother delivers such news with such a nonchalant attitude it leaves you in a state of shock. 
How you want to believe their words and in all honesty, you almost do out of a habit to blindly trust in the bond between parent and child. But you refute their assurances. You’re in denial at this point because there is no way in hell that any of this is your new reality. It can’t be!
Your father sighs to himself. The hard lines in his brows says it all, that this is the new set of circumstances. The new norm of your life. His eyes  implore you to listen. “Mr Stark credits his efforts, my dear. The world’s most esteemed and dangerous assassin to safeguard you. You have absolutely nothing to fear.”
“Quite right.” Said man, Mr Stark, finally puts to bed the case with one of the most prideful smirks you’ve ever seen grace a man’s face. And it wasn’t that of the sleazy, untrustworthy kind too. No, he knew and held a stronghold of faith to his words. 
“The Winter Soldier is the best security a young and beautiful woman like you can have. There are many dangers but with him around, a fly won’t so much as bother you.”
You continue to pace where you still feel at ease without the closeness of your so-called bodyguard and his holstered breath beating down your neck. “So you hired a six-foot-behemoth of a psychopath to be my new form of security, without telling me about it?” 
The soldier’s head tilts ever so slightly to the side as the bevel between his dark brows deepens. His bright blue eyes that stare at you with such focused intensity narrow and that pang of fear returns. 
Your father calmly raises a hand and out of habit your spitfire instantly ceases on the tip of your tongue. “It was not my intention to alarm you, my darling princess. But this is the only way to ensure you are out of harm's way. Now more than ever, rivals vie for the power we have. I must know that you will be protected at all costs.”
“But dad–”
“I will hear no more arguments about it. Do I make myself clear?”
The muscle in your throat bobs gently as you swallow, eyes scanning the soldier from head to toe. He may have not hurt you before but now you weren’t entirely sure. You did technically call him unstable and perhaps, even to yourself now, that was an insensitive call. Now you may very well have to worry about actually waking up without a slit throat. 
You finally nod when your father reinforces his command, this time his tone is far more stern akin to the level he uses to order his men. 
In the world of mobsters, your father is the first and single man you never want to cross nor upset. But now another rises high on a competing pedestal and he stands no less than several feet away from you. “Yes, Father.”
“Good,” your father says with a sigh of relief and he begins to usher you off, “now if I recall correctly, you have some business to attend to in New York. The jet is taking off in less than an hour so I suggest you get a move on.”
You appear to have the look of a fish out of water. “W-wait a second–”
Still your father attempts to shoo you away with one hand as the other beckons forward the Winter Soldier and to his order, the towering behemoth you now call bodyguard steps towards you. Like a skittish bunny you begin to freak out. 
“Daddy! No, no, what are you suggesting? Dad, no, he’s not going to New York with me. He can’t!” 
“Flower, he has to. He’s your bodyguard, now I have business to get to with Mr Stark and his crew. If you will excuse me.”
“You’re in good hands, my love,” your mother calls after you, you don’t catch the wide and plotting smirk plastered over her red-stained lips, too engrossed in the bickering both you and your father participate in. “He’s not coming,” you huff and your father’s lips form that thin line. He silently questions why you fight him so vigorously with every fibre in your being. “He’s not coming to New York with me. It’s not happening.”
Anything for the daughter of the King, right?
Wrong. Not this time. 
Metal fingers ghost over the small of your back as he directs you away from your father, your line of safety. He’s to be your new line of security, of safety, but his loyalty is a question at play in your mind like a record repeating the same beat of music. 
You can smell the texture of leather on him and what’s worse, a chill wracks down the column of your spine when his hot breath pants over the exposed flesh of your shoulder, unguarded by your robe. 
How were you going to concentrate on the day ahead? A photoshoot appointment in two hours in New York City, a lunch and shopping spree with friends in the city, and to top it all off you were to attend an art gala that evening.
You hope your new bodyguard doesn’t see the way your face flushes in embarrassment at the recollection that your photoshoot was for a new lingerie line. 
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ashwhowrites · 11 months
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oooooh I have been saving up requests for a while for you. here's one for now, I don't want to bombard you
"I don't know what to say to that"
"then don't say anything"
eddie & reader in love but reader always tries to cut whatever tension w humor/cracking jokes bc she gets overwhelmed by how serious eddie gets when telling her all the things he loves about her & why he loves her. she (so obviously) loves him too she just doesn't know how to handle all that emotion bc she's never seen or felt love like this in her life. eddie wants to change that
you can make it gn if you're more comfortable writing it that way!!
-☀️
this is literally how my partner and I work. I am obsessed and go on rants about everything I love about them.
Small blurb of two people in love
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Eddie Munson was a deep person, he put a lot of thought into his ideas, he took time to really understand the things around him, and his emotions showed on his face. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He was passionate about the things he loves, and the people he loves.
Of course, Eddie was hyper and chaotic, always laughing and joking around. But he could turn serious in seconds if he was fully focused on something, and Y/N loved that about her boyfriend. Except, when she was his focus point.
Y/N was not used to someone admiring her, Eddie treated her like she was royalty. He worshipped the ground she walked on and stared into her eyes whenever she spoke. Turned his body to face her during conversations, brown eyes locked on her, even if she wasn't talking to him.
He was so wrapped up in her, everything she did took his breath away and he wanted to soak in her warmth. He could lay in bed with her all day and would spend the rest of his life doing the same.
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It was an early Sunday morning, Y/N was laying on Eddie's chest as he ranted about his dream. His soft fingertips softly ran up and down her arm. Halfway through his story, he got silent. Y/N looked at him confused, only to find him staring down at her with a smile.
"What?" she asked
"You have the prettiest lips you know that?" Eddie thought out loud. His head was all focused on his dream, but the sun outlined her lips and now his head was stuck on that.
"Oh shut up, continue your dream." She waved him off
"Like the perfect shape, gorgeous color, and so soft." He trailed on and on, his thumb resting on her bottom lip as she softly tugged it.
And this is what Y/N struggled with. His eyes and attention of just on her. She felt her body grow hot and nervously laughed.
"You just like what my lips can do," she teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"I love that too, but that's not my main reason. I love that your lips feel like a safe place. A kiss from you just calms my body and gives my brain a second to shut off and restart." Eddie smiled, his thumb brushing her lip softly.
Y/N struggled with words, so she settled with hiding herself in Eddie's neck.
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Eddie loved to draw, it was something he felt like he was good at. And his girlfriend was his perfect muse.
"And done!" Eddie stated proudly, a huge smile on his face as he cleaned off his notepad.
Y/N looked up from her homework, a smile on her face, assuming Eddie finished his math homework.
"Want me to check your answers?" She offered
"Oh.....I am not done with math." Eddie said with a nervous smile.
"Munson, we have been in this booth for an hour and what have you been doing?" She questioned, trying to sit up to look over the table.
Eddie smirked as he turned over his notepad, a proud look in his eyes as Y/N took in the drawing.
"Is...are those my eyes?" She was taken aback by how beautiful the drawing was. A collection of eyes scattered across the page, but each pair was slightly different. The eyes showed different emotions, happy, sad, and one that stood out. The eyes were so soft, warm, and so much emotion.
"Yeah, baby. This one was when you found your favorite flower at that one shop."
"Do you have a favorite flower, Munson?" Y/N asked, skimming through the flower shop. Robin's birthday was coming and Y/N decided on flowers and dinner as a gift.
"Baby, I don't know anything about flowers, maybe the yellow ones?" Eddie shrugged, looking over all the different colors.
"Many can be yellow." She laughed, shaking her head as she reached up to grab Robin sunflowers.
"What's yours?" Eddie asked, throwing his arm over her shoulder.
"Pink roses!" She said excitedly, her eyes catching a row of pink roses.
"And this was when you found that baby turtle in the middle of the street with no mom."
"EDDIE STOP!" Y/N screamed, Eddie slammed on his brakes. Panicked eyes looking over at Y/N
"what's wrong?" He asked, watching as her eyes began to water and tears ran down her face.
"That turtle! They are all alone, we need to bring them home." She said, throwing off her seatbelt and running into the middle of the street.
"BABY! WATCH FOR CARS" Eddie screamed after her, shaking his head as she scooped up the turtle. She came back with her eyes still tearful but a smile on her face.
"What's the last one?" Y/N asked, she was amazed by all the different emotions but that last one intrigued her.
She watched as Eddie blushed, his pale cheeks turning pink and his ears turning red, easy to tell since his hair was in a low bun.
"Um, that one was after we had sex for the first time." Eddie coughed out, nervously chuckling as he went to close the notepad, but she was quick to snatch it.
Holding it closer to her face as she took in the details.
"What was I looking at this time?" She asked, tracing the shading around her eyes on the page.
"You were looking at me." He admitted with a smile. "It was the day you looked at me the way I felt for you. Your eyes tell me everything about you and that night they told me you loved me."
Eddie always had a way to make Y/N at a loss for words.
"I just, I don't know what to say. I wish I could show my love for you like how you can. You know the right words and the actions. " Y/N ranted out, handing him the notepad.
"You don't have to say anything, your eyes tell me and that's enough for me," Eddie said, leaning over to kiss her, she smiled and met him halfway across the table.
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in2heartz · 1 year
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♥︎ skz and the things they do that say ‘i love you’ ♥︎
notes ~ it’s my first skz post on tumblr so i kept it short for now ^_^ i look forward to writing some fics and stuff like that in the future :)) feedback is very appreciated as i’m hopinggggg to write more for skz :))
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chan:
- when you're feeling anxious or just having a hard time, he’ll rub your back or your arms to help ground you :((. if you're not big into physical touch, he’ll remind you to take deep breaths and that the difficult feelings will pass. always good with calming you down bc he can’t bare to see you stressed and wants to do anything to make his love feel okay :((
- wants to wear matching clothes w you but makes it sooo “secretive.” like okay chan you definitely just happened to buy two of the same sweatshirts while in a diff country, sureeee! he’s just a shy boy and you make him nervous okay!!! his little blush and giggle would be so cute grrr
minho:
- holds your hair back for you in an endearing way. like if you forgot a hair tie while brushing your teeth, he’ll ofc give you a teasing little stare but gladly holds your hair back while he waits for you to finish. sometimes he’d do it without you even asking or expecting it, if you dropped something in the car he’ll grab your hair for you so it doesn’t get all messed up. gahhh so cute
- he would do small but considerate things for you; like if he took a shower before you, he’d move all your stuff to the front of the shelves so you don’t have to move all of his. he’d quickly make the bed for you before you got home, even if it was only a few minutes difference, he knew it would take just a little bit off your shoulders to come home to a nicely made bed :((. ofc makes your fave foods when he can, but when he's on tour/schedule and knows he can't cook for you, he’ll order you food without even asking you
changbin:
- buys you flowers and your fave treats whenever he sees them. he could be scrambling to get home after practicing and recording all day, but if he just so happens to see a beautiful bouquet of flowers, you best believe he is buying them for you
- loves to write you little love notes, especially for you to wake up to :(. stuff like, ‘you will do so well today !’ or ‘missing you :(‘ w a cute lil drawing on the bottom. and it becomes a habit for him to leave notes all over the house. ‘ordering your fave for dinner tonight so pick a good movie to watch :)’ or leaves you money to pick out a nice outfit for your date night :( (he’ll let you pick out his outfit too hehe)
hyunjin:
- wakes you up w coffee or tea if he wakes up before you. and he 100% knew the way you liked it by like the third time he stayed over. he loves seeing your sleepy face light up at his sweet gesture <333
- self care + lots of kisses and touches = hyunjin’s dream. he's a romance boy who just loves to love :(((((. always wants to help you in the shower and do your whole skincare routine for you, but he needs kisses in return, or you're getting a pouting jinnie hehe. loves to curl into you when you guys are all clean and cozy. tells you how much he loves how you take care of each other and demands he gets as many kisses as his heart desires
han:
- you can't tell me this man won't bombard you with pet names. he sees your face and can't help but- “oh my cute baby, look at those eyes! so big! so cute!” the blush on your face makes him want to do it over and over again, so he very much will !
- wants to show you off to the boys allll the time !! he likes bringing you to the studio or to practices because it motivates him, but he also just likes to rub in how amazing you are into all their faces. and god forbid one of the boys looks at you a little too long and he’s becoming sooo clingy and possessive
felix:
- when sleeping with him, he picks up a habit of rubbing the bottom of your neck, right at the nape. something about knowing he’s soothing you just relaxes him even more and he finds himself instinctively softly rubbing his fingers back and forth until you both fall asleep :((
- he loves to watch random stuff w you. whether it's tiktok, youtube, or netflix, he’s in! unless it’s scary, he lets you pick whatever you want and is happy w wtvr u decide on ^_^ he wants all the sweets and entertainment, but especially to have it all while cuddling up with you <33. we know our lixie loves touch and it especially comes out during your downtime with each other. he loves when you fall asleep on him while doing so bc he can sneak some cute pics, but it also satisfies him to know you feel so safe and loved when you’re w him
seungmin:
- when you move in w him, he’d let you take care of all the interior/decorative stuff. when you ask for his thoughts he’ll just smile at you and be all “you’re right, let’s get it!” no questions asked, he just buy what makes his love happy ! he’d do this w many things tbh. he has no issue w letting you decide things, especially bc he loves seeing your eyes light up and your cute little squeals when he agrees w you
- made a deal with him where if you cooked, he cleaned and vice versa, but a lot of the time he would clean up anyways. he knows you work just as hard as him but wants you to relax as much as you can :(( will sometimes make it a team effort and sneak in kisses ^-^
jeongin:
- mkay hear me out on this one … he shows you off to his mom hella. he’s the middle child so he has a little more to prove and omfg it would make his life to see you and his mom getting along :(. anytime he goes home he’s buying an extra ticket for you, and yes ofc he wants to spend time w you, but he also just wants to show off to his mom how lucky he is :)
- wants to take as many pics and vids of you as possible !!! he likes to look at them when he’s gone and will send his faves to you along with a, ‘missing that cute smile :((‘ or a ‘lets go shopping when i come back so i can buy you that dress you tried on!’ baby just wants to spend time w his fave and hates that his schedule gets in the way of that :((
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doorp · 7 months
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as much as we joke abt Annabel shitting herself during a possible divorce arc we have to remember that lenore would be hurting just as bad. lenore is just as obsessed with Annabel, just as down bad, it’s just lenore wants to let herself be happy and Annabel is a big idiot who’s sticking to what she knows- and what she knows is don’t trust anyone emotion is weakness weakness can be exploited. she thinks everyone is out to get her, she’s paranoid and clinging desperately to the only person who can actually make her feel things. But back to the point, we’ve talked abt how Annabel would feel during this but not how lenore might. This was lenore when she didn’t even remember Annabel yet-
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She knows literally nothing abt this person except that she has some weird draw to her and she’s smacking orbs out of the air and running around the academy with scissors looking for her. She can’t stand being apart from her just as much as Annabel- the first time they met lenore literally grabbed her skirt under the table when Annabel giggled at her
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Annabel Lee “would you do something for me?” Whitlock and Lenore “anything” vandernacht
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She said I will not only write you a song I will fake my death and commit fraud and we will get married - after knowing this woman for 6 months.
Miss “the world is a cruel and terrible place- omg Annabel!! I can’t be late for my midnight rendezvous with my wife!!”
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She wants to be w her all the damn time
“I’ll miss u 🥺” “even today i wish you would’ve been by my side instead.” “I wish you were here with us instead. that’s the only way this afternoon could’ve been perfect. ” “what will I do without you return to the attic?” “Im not leaving her side!”
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“How the devil haven’t we seen anyone else yet?”
“Why, you looking for somebody? 🤨”
Divorce arc lenore will be lennabel having gayass and tension filled arguments and lenore going to sleep at night having gayass dreams of memories abt Annabel and waking up and crying angry tears and throwing pillows at the wall as she goes off the walls bonkers. Both of them are going to get so much worse and I love that the plot needs to keep them separated bc otherwise they would fuck absolutely everyone’s shit up.
Lenore and Annabel quite literally make each other insane. If the deans want drama separating them at the beginning was possibly the best way to achieve that.
Lenores gonna be angry heartbroken I hate that I need you sad and annabel is going to be my wife hates me I hope I die and im going to make it everyones problem sad
Do not separate white raven or they will both go off the rails and do insane things bc they are stupid crazy uhaul lesbians
sorry if I said the same things a bunch of different ways but the point still stands !! a divorce arc might be sick!
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chrollohearttags · 1 month
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it's ☃️ here again and I have more questions but reverb edition bc I love how 3 dimensional the characters are...
1. Now what is rapper!connie's true IDEALL type (if he actually has one). like he's immediately folding and falling to his knees because she's everything he wants type shit.
2. Do any of the pole assassins ladies swing the other way perchance...? IDK if you mentioned this but i'm getting a vibe...perchance.
3. What are mika and jean's favorite things about one another?
4. How would eren react to being posted on the shaderoom and having them get in his business? I recently saw a video of summer walker flipping the shaderoom off and I screamed 😭😭
5. IDK if you didn't go into detail but is sasha an influencer here as well or an artist?
6. Does eren like any other forms of art besides music/writing in this universe? I don't feel EJ is the type to like go walk a museum (or maybe he is) but I feel he definitely holds some appreciation for like visual arts yk??
7. Is influencer!y/n any good at games? I remember you mentioning him being a gamer and I had the idea of him teaching her to play madden or COD or some shit and her being sooo bad to the point where he gets a little upset bc no way you're this bad at the game.
once again that is all the questions my brain has come up with, until next time *fades off into background*
hello again, snowanon!! 🤍 I swear you always come with the best asks. I’m actually working on reverb right now so thanks for this! (sorry these took so long btw!)
1. now Connie isn’t the type of dude to discriminate when it comes to the ladies. He loves them all but he will undoubtedly fall in love (and maybe propose on the spot) for a tall women or BBW. he loves him a girl who’s taller than him or a plus size lady. I’d say his range is anywhere from Meg to Lizzo. But he really just a loves a woman who can make him laugh. Somebody he can clown with.
2. Yes 3/5 do in fact! 😭 our girl (y/n) is bisexual. Eren is honestly the only man she loves. Niesha is pansexual + Syrai is lesbian. Kelley and Brianne have only ever dated men but they’re not against the idea of being with a woman!
3. omg I literally love these two so much and I hadn’t had a chance to elaborate yet but Jean and Mika are each other’s saving graces, dramatic as it sounds. Jean helped Mika stand up for herself when she felt powerless and she helped him realize his dream and that he was worth more than being on the sidelines. I think Jean’s favorite thing about Mika is her determination and how smart she is. If she wants something done, nothing can stop her. She’s headstrong but she’s soft in the same turn. Not in a weak way or that she wants to be babied but she’s so compassionate and emotional about the things + people she loves. As for Mika, she loves how much of a natural leader Jean is. He’s dominating but in the best way possible. He knows she can handle her own business but she doesn’t have to when he’s around. She can be comfortable in her feminine energy without feeling weak. All in all, they just compliment one another so well!
4. LMAO! the day Eren ever ends up on the ShadeRoom, everybody’s getting their feelings hurt. 😭 what makes it so bad is that it would probably be for some dumb shit, like them trying to messy about he and (y/n)’s relationship and now he gotta cuss everybody and their family dog out :(
5. so the next few chapters are going to feature Sasha heavily but my baby is actually Mikasa’s assistant for the time being. Her ultimate goal is to do music, more so as like a country hip-hop artist. She’s basically mentoring under her and Jean both.
6. Eren does have a great appreciation for other art forms. He has a few unique and expensive paintings in his home and he himself loves to draw. Many of his tattoo pieces are artworks of his. He also enjoys stage plays, shockingly! (he’s really a theater kid cosplaying as a delinquent, don’t let him fool you 😭😭) but he enjoys reading from time to time as well.
7. okay listen! my sis be giving it her all to beat this man LMAO. Eren is so damn competitive that he can’t just play shit for fun, he makes everyone want to fight him. But the one game he does NAWT want to see her in is Tekken. That’s been her favorite series since she was a kid and she gives him the work every single time.
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cyberrose2001 · 11 months
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hi hope you're well, a kinda long text coming...
with all the requests FILLED (literally) with joy with optimus, I shall be the one to break it HAHAHA so... can you do like a scenario where the reader and optimus are happy living their lives with the sparklings (imagine triplets!!!) everything is perfect but then........
optimus wakes up from his dream and realizes it all, the perfect family is not real, the reader is not alive, not being able to live with it, he suffers everyday bc of those dreams, he traps himself in this "reality" of his dreams (like that episode fr tfp on Megatron's mind) and isolate himself
hope that's not to sad >:) and if you're comfortable writing this, if not sorry.
Thank you author ❤️❤️❤️
TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader
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you're very welcome anon!! this took waaaay too many drafts HAHA but im quite happy with it now, this is such a sad concept and now i just wanna give op a hug :(
I should also mention that I left the details of the sparklings biology unspecified. Whether you prefer them to be cybertronian, human or half-and-half is up to you! <3
Warnings: Angst, SFW
Word count: 1436
“Optimus, honey?” The wonderful voice of his lover called out to him. Closing the front door behind him, Optimus breathes a sigh of relief. Her soft voice calling out his name plays on repeat in his processor. “Is that you? Could you come and help me for a second?”
He had no idea how he got so lucky, to start a family with who he considers the most beautiful specimen in the known universe. Together, they both created three sparklings, all triplets and it was further proof that either Primus or another deity of life had seen the good that Optimus had done and blessed him with both her and sparklings. The day he found out that she was pregnant with them was the first time in his life that he experienced pure joy, the second time was when she gave birth to his little ones and officially became a sire.
With a soft smile, Optimus follows her voice to the playroom of the quaint house he calls home. He is thankful that mass displacement technology exists, allowing him to comfortably live in the house with his family. He observes from the doorway as his sparklings play with stuffed toys and little building blocks, making an absolute mess of the room. He clears his throat and leans against the doorway with folded servos, “I hope you young ones are going to help your mother with cleaning up.”
Three small heads perk up at the voice of their sire, all of them dropping their toys and bouncing over to him. He kneels down and gives his two sons a strong hug, pecking them both on the heads with kisses.
“Daddy!” The last born of the three calls out to him. Optimus chuckles softly as he opens his arms for her, embracing her close to his chassis. Now Optimus is not the one to pick favourites with his sparklings and loves them all equally, but his only daughter was the first one to hug him whenever he came home. She was also the one who took the most interest in his stories of when he was the great leader of the Autobots, constantly begging for her sire to re-tell them as a bedtime story, with the more graphic details left out. It makes the inner archivist within Optimus swell with pride that at least one of his sparklings has taken a liking to the history of his home planet.
“Hello, my sweetspark.” Optimus nuzzles his faceplate to her nose, enjoying the little giggles that erupted from her. He picks her up and places her on his hip, a servo supporting her under her bottom, “Did you have fun today?”
“Yeah! Look what I do!” His toddler babbles as she points to a large tower made out of the small plastic blocks. It wasn’t very impressive by Cybertronian standards of what sparklings can do, but it doesn’t matter to Optimus, he will gush over anything that his kids build or draw in order to expand their creativity.
“Did you build that?” Optimus smiles at her, “How clever of you, honey.”
She nods eagerly, a big grin on her face, “Mommy helped!”
“Did she?” He looks towards his wife who was kneeled on the floor, stomach swollen with the life of another sparkling. She was sorting out the seemingly endless pile of toys that was thrown about on the floor. Optimus can’t help but admire his wifes devotion to their children, playing with them even when heavily pregnant. The incredible and important job of being a mother is something that Optimus has learned and respected during his time on Earth, especially after witnessing it firsthand.
“I did, now could you help me get up off the floor?” She chuckles, a hand rubbing her pregnant stomach.
Optimus carefully steps over the toys to walk over to her. He offers his servo and she graciously took it, pulling her up off the floor. She huffs a little bit and tries to catch her breath, bent knees trying to brace the weight of her unborn child.
“Thank you, love.” She sighs, lightly tracing the servo that still held onto her hand, “You would think I’d learn from my previous pregnancy to not get on the floor.”
Optimus laughs softly, readjusting his daughter on his hip, “It is probably not the wisest decision.”
She laughs, reminiscing the memory of her stuck on the floor while she was pregnant with the triplets, and he can feel himself falling in love with her all over again. She is absolutely glowing, and Optimus can’t help but bask in her natural beauty. Leaning forward, he presses a chaste kiss to her lips, smiling through it as he hears their sparklings protest as most children do when they see their parent’s smooch, “Yucky, Daddy!”
 He pulls away from the kiss and brushes a servo across the tight skin of her stomach, feeling the little kicks of their soon-to-be newborn. Optimus doesn’t want to jinx anything yet, but he prays to Primus that it is another little girl.
She smiles and places her own hand on top of his, sharing the moment together. But Optimus does not notice that her smile faltered for a second.
“Optimus, you know that this can’t last forever.” His wife whispers quietly so that the sparkling he held can’t hear.
Optimus perks his helm up to look at her, confusion plastered on his face, his gentle caresses on her stomach halting for a moment, “What cannot last forever?”
She reaches a soft hand out to caress his faceplates, a small tear threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. Despite being incredibly confused at his wife’s turn of behaviour, Optimus felt a need to comfort her and returns the gesture to wipe her own tears away.
“It’s not healthy for you… you need to wake up.”
Taking a step back, digits leave her face as he nearly trips on the carpet. The words that just left your lips made his spark sink to the floor. There was no way that Optimus was dreaming, he refused to believe, not when everything that has happened within the last few months felt so real and genuine. As quick as he felt his spark sink, the cosy home that surrounded his family began to crumble and disappear around him, falling into an endless cold void. The weight of his daughter on his hip was no longer there. The softness of his wife’s hand had disappeared. Optimus was left with nothing but the darkness of his empty mind. And at that point, Optimus felt his own optics lubricate and fall down into the void, the last echoes of his wife reaching his audial receptors.
“Optimus…”
“Optimus.”
“Optimus!”
Optics snap open, scanning the ceiling above him. In an instant, he sits up right on the berth below and vents heavily. He looks around carefully at his environment and realises that he is in his berthroom on the Autobot base, it feels lifeless.
“Hey, hey, take it easy.” A gentle yet firm voice reassures and pushes him back onto the berth, “I heard a distress signal from your internal instruments, is everything alright?”
Optimus recognises Ratchet, but the old bots words are drowned out by his processor running on overdrive. His wife, his sparklings, and his unborn little one are no-where to be found. Frantic optics flicker around every inch of the emptiness of his berthroom, hoping and wishing that they would be waiting just outside the room or hiding somewhere, playing that fun earth game called hide-and-seek that he enjoyed playing with his sparklings.
Ratchet notices the distant look in his friend’s optics and places a servo on his shoulder to try and ground him to the present, “Optimus, you’re fine, it seems as if you have just experienced a nightmare.”
His grip on the berth was hard. That was no nightmare. That was his life, a life that has now been taken away from him as a cruel punishment. All Optimus had ever wanted was right there in his grasp. He didn’t care about his friends, and he didn’t care about the Autobot cause anymore.
He just wants his family back.
“It was not.” Optimus whispers out, vocaliser stuttering. He knew Ratchet wouldn’t understand the monumental loss that he had just suffered, but Optimus could not deal with his old friend at this point in time. Just as Ratchet was about to question him, Optimus lets out a pained sob.
“Please…” He held his helm in his servos as lubricant began leaking from his optics once again, “Just leave me be.”
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purplifield · 10 months
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🪻| Birthday sex
Can you guess who’s birthday it is?☺️🥳
Requests are open can’t promise I will write them asap😞
CW: 18+; oral f receiving; pet names; soft sex (bcs we NEED more fics with softer sex okay?); short, fem reader; pt 2 maybe because I’m ✨tired✨
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You were eating dinner. You clearly heard J shout something at his viewers. It was past 11 pm, and because you were taking care of last minute problems about tomorrow’s party, you were exhausted.
Dragging yourself to the bathroom, all you wanted was to wash all of today’s dirt off of your body. So you clipped your hair, got all clothes off and stepped into rain of warm and relaxing water.
After you got out, you pulled on Schlatt’s shirt , which was way bigger than you. You did your skincare, checked your beauty out one more time and went to bed.
Sadly, Schlatt wasn’t there yet, but his voice wasn’t heard anymore. Sooner or later you heard him pass the bedroom door. Something kept you awake for little while, probably missing spot where he sleeps. But soon the sweet dreams drifted you away from reality.
“Wake up gal” his voice rang, and he admired how your lashes fluttered open. You groaned. It clearly wasn’t morning yet, it was dark around you. You felt Schlatt’s lips on your neck “it’s 12:17. Happy birthday y/n”
“Thank you. But you could’ve just told that in the morning”
“No. I want to gifts start from now” he looked at you with soft eyes “it starts with me taking care of you, if you’re up for it”
Your pussy throbbed. How could you say no? You nod and smile. “But I’m exhausted. Please don’t be rough”
“Your wish is my command”
You were in a spooning position. His hands trailed down from your neck, where he was giving you hickies, to your tits. He massaged them both before moving down your stomach. He started drawing patterns and as the were lowering, you started noticing Schlatt was drawing letters. He drew them slowly so you could understand them, it came to and end with what understood was ‘birthday girl’. You smiled softly.
His fingers played with hem of your underwear. Slowly but surely he got to your plush pussy. His fingers were tender, at first circling around to get you worked up, then when you whimpered he decided push one finger in. To be honest, his fingers were long and girthy, so even one made you let out a bunch of moans. He added another and his pace fastened a little. When J is mean and rough, he uses three fingers and abuses your clit. Now he doesn’t even think about adding more pressure on your bundle or third finger.
“ I can tell from your moans and expressions that you’re going to cum soon. Let’s count down” you whine out a somewhat ‘yes’ and feel your legs shaking a bit. “3…” Schlatt studies your face well, focused on you. You internally thank him for not changing the pace or how deep he pushes in “2…” he drags out his words before kissing you. He pulls away for a second seeing that you can’t wait any more “1. Now love” you let yourself go with a whimper that you swore you never heard from yourself. “Ah such a good girl. Doing so perfect”
“I’m sorry” you whimper embarrassed “can we continue this tomorrow morning? I’m exhausted and about to pass the fuck out. Can’t handle another orgasm”
“Yeah of course. It’s okay” he gets a paper towel/napkin from his nightstand and cleans your mess up “go to the restroom now please. Then we’ll cuddle. ”
You chuckle and flail your arms out around doing the grabby hands motion. There’s no way you could stand up and go by yourself right now. Schlatt understands and sigh’s smilingly, standing up to pick you up.
“Princess treatment only”
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y-vna · 3 months
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Just so it's clear, one of my big dni crits is this:
TW: My rant includes HEAVY topics of ed (eating disorders) and intentionally starving yourself/unhealthy weight loss 🙁.
This post is also ULTRA long, will definitely contain grammar and spelling mistakes, and I'm not going to say 100% everything here is accurate information, as I'm a human and I make mistakes too.
Let me get this clear, I dont mean anyone harm with this post. My intention isn't to hate or attack/hurt anyone to make them feel upset. I know that having an ed is a serious matter. I have friends and family who actively have/had these kinds of eds, so im not uneducated on this subject and I do understand it to a very in-depth degree. This is not to say I know everything about this topic, however.
It is definitely not easy to recover from, and lots of people struggle from it every day. I am NOT saying people with this disorder are any less human than anyone else. I'm saying it's toxic for those who do have it since it actually harms your body a lot, and pushing it on others (not the fact you have it in the first place) is something I don't support.
So respectfully, if you do support/promote eds as a positive thing, or are/follow/interact with blogs who do, BLOCK ME AND DNI. thank you.
I love everyone for who they are inside, regardless of what their body looks like. And I'm telling you right now, as someone who tried so hard to have a perfect body and stop eating bc im super insecure, it's not worth it, and it makes you feel so shitty. I love you, whoever is reading this, no matter what. So please don't change who you are just to make others happy :( <3
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So I was looking thru tumblr, and this one post kept getting shown to me where people were talking about basically the idea of: "its worth it to keep losing that undesired weight, you'll see results soon" as like a motivational thing. The tags (straight up tells you it's supposed to be inspo to becoming skinny and supports the idea having an ed is the only way to get a dream bod), and their whole blog had ed encouragement/motivation. To keep...starving, i guess.?? Despite their user being about being strong and healthy, nothing about this is healthy or keeps your body strong.
I didn't decide to write a whole rant about just that part of the post because I didn't start getting super concerned until i read the notes/comments (since i had seen a lot of these 'tw : ed' blogs before already). What I saw was that tons of users were promoting starving yourself as a goal and a good thing, and basically glorifying having an ed. And also using kpop idols with skinny and perfect figures like wonyoung to tell others that (almost a literal direct quote from this user-) 'us ed people don't want to be helped and we won't stop starving ourselves until we reach the weight we want.'
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"You see it as negativity cause you're not disordered." KEEP IN MIND THE PERSON THEY'RE TALKING TO USED TO ACTUALLY HAVE AN ED (the screenshot below is the person they were talking to). I understand you can't push people to get help if they don't want it, but you have to draw a line when you start saying that every person with ed doesn't want help, which just isnt true. I looked at their blog, and it was all just calculating how many calories they ate and burned every day. Most of the posts they basically only totaled 300 calories a day. THAT IS SUPER SICK ☹️. An average human needs like 2000+ calories a day. It actively influences people to copy them by posting and blogging this SUPER unhealthy weight loss. It IS NOT positive on any level. It does nothing good for you. You won't feel any happier when you look in the mirror if all you can feel is pure hunger because you won't give your body what it needs. This is so sad to me because all the comments had people trying to ask how to start starving themselves, and every blog I clicked on all had ed triggers on their posts and bios. Some of those blogs were saying NOT to become like them because they can't see themselves recovering now that they're in too deep.
As said by people online who actually had and got through having an ed, they have explained it is very unhealthy and they were glad to recover. So even though I do not have an ed, and you might think I shouldn't be "judging" people who have them, there are plenty of formerly ed diagnosed people who know the bad effect it has on others/had on them because they can accurately relate. You can still educate people on a subject even if you yourself do not have to suffer from it/have it, as long as you're doing it properly with proven facts (literally all credible research you do anywhere backed by science and experts will prove eds aren't healthy). People educate themselves to teach others about other illnesses, ongoing or past wars in history, etc, they don't have firsthand experience with/from. And they can still be just as valid sometimes.
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My whole point here is that on tumblr and so many other social media platforms, I keep seeing people (posts like this and whole blogs centered around this stuff,) encouraging (mainly young) girls to stop eating altogether to have a body that society and other people are more satisfied with. That's why, for a while, I also tried to do the same because of the people saying it was a positive thing to gain a bad relationship with food and start counting your calories to be perfect. I'm also someone who struggles with body image and being shamed for gaining weight. But at some point hou need to realize hurting your body and mental state is SO WRONG. NOBODY is perfect. So don't push you or anyone else to be. I learned this, and I get its super hard to ignore the judgment forced onto you by society and your surroundings, but there will be people who appreciate you just how you are now. Like me.
So with all that said, the moral here is:
Don't starve urself (on purpose. Bc some people genuinely have trouble eating and starve themselves non intentionally. I have friends who do this 😭)
You're perfect how u are now without being as slim as your idols (and even K-pop idols don't tell others usually to be like them because they know that their companies forcing them to strictly control their weight isn't something they want fans to look up to).
Don't force (potential) ed on others
Don't encourage unhealthy relationship with your body and food
I do support people with eds, as long as they aren't trying to make it something others should look up to, and aspire to have.
If you are someone who wants to normalize having an ed as healthy or positive, please do not interact with this blog and feel free to block me :(
Thank you for reading, have a good day and ily for whoever is reading this. 💗💖💓💕
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pinknightsinmymind · 1 year
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if you feel like it, could you write more headcanons about ellie? not full fic or one shot, but thoughts about her. like, the types of kisses she gives you or the kind of girlfriend she is
【 ellie williams as a gf hc's 】
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a/n: yes yes yes yes 100% i think about ellie way too much for my own good and it rots my brain. since i wrote so much it'll be below the cut lol
she loves to see you in her clothes in fact she even encourages it its just something about it that drives her crazy
she's protective of you and always wants to take care of you and make sure you don't do any of the dangerous or stupid shit she does
i feel like ppl forget how much of a dork she is; she'd tell you all about space and the different facts she's learned, she'd explain the plots of her favorite comics, who the characters are, which ones are her favorites, why she thinks one arc was better than the other, and so on and so forth
i think she loves to chat your ear off about any and everything
she's probably afraid she's annoying, so sometimes you might need to reassure her a little bit
in a modern au she's the type to send you funny memes or videos she finds, probably browses tiktok and twitter a lot
definitely the type to send you a photo of two animals being cute or cuddling together and say "us" because she's just a sap like that
composes songs about you and acts all shy when she shows them to you
DRAWS YOU
you're one of her favorite subjects to draw, and she loves showing you every new piece of you she has
she'd send you song recs ALL the time
listens to lots of indie and shoegaze
pls pls pls for the love of god ask her to teach you how to play guitar bc she'd be so excited to show you and spend the time with you
i think her love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation
forgets NOTHING
you know how dads do that thing where you tell them you liked something once and they never forget it? yeah she got that from joel it rubbed off on her
remembers what you wore on your first date, remembers your food orders, memorizes your favorite colors, bands, tv shows, movies, everything
so so caring and sweet
since one of her love languages are physical touch you can expect lots of affection from her
loves cuddling, holding your hand, having her arms around you, she just has to be touching you somehow
flirts a lot (but its not a bad thing) even after you two have started dating
loves kissing you all the time, and will make excuses for it
she needs her good morning kiss, her good night kiss, good luck kisses, goodbye kisses (even if she's only gonna be gone a few hours💀), one bc she missed you, a hello kiss, she will use ANY excuse just to kiss you
but sometimes she won't even bother creating one she'll ask to kiss you just bc
loves having sleep overs and nights in together where you can just cuddle and watch movies or play video games bc she's a huge introvert
the type who will do anything to make sure your comfort isn't disturbed
if you don't like the other side of the bed she switches with you, will let you sit in the last chair at an event (but not before asking if you'd just rather sit in her lap), helps guide you through anything making you scared or anxious
calls you pet names every five minutes. all of them.
love, babe, baby, babygirl, princess, darling, honey, whatever is your favorite she calls you the most
lives to spoil you; pays the bill, buys you gifts, drowns you in affection, you name it
celebrates your birthday like its a holiday
speaking of can you imagine her during the holiday season???
the two of you plan out a couple costume for halloween
the two of you are so cute together it's gross
you're always welcome to spend thanksgiving with her and joel
and christmas?? she gets even more sentimental than usual, and buys you an extremely meaningful gift
the most supporitve, soft, kind, humorous, and sweet gf imaginable just a dream come true
she feels like you really balance her out, and isn't afraid to tell you how much you mean to her or how much she loves you
she makes sure you feel loved and remember that you are loved
can't wait to move in with you and once you two do she feels like she's in heaven everyday
just loves you and cherishes you deeply
overall just THE gf you dream and pray for ugh this girl gets me in my feelings every time she's just so cute and sweet😭😭😭😭
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under-the-dirt · 4 months
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intro/masterlist!
hihihi!! i’m livie but you can call me liv or livie!!
age: 14 (bday is sep 23 :3)
pronouns: they/them but i’m fine with she/they :3 afab
nationality: i was born in and live in america but i’m italian, german and irish!! :D i can speak a bit of italian, and my great grandmother is an italian immigrant!!
general boundaries: i hate non-con!!! no non con!! don’t send requests for non-con please!! i’m fine with consensual somnophilia but no non-con!! also, under 13 dni!!
other stuff: i’m autistic and i have a bunch of other disorders so life can be very difficult but i cope through my writing and my art!! i love getting requests and i love talking to people!! i love music sm, and i’m almost always singing and dancing!! some of my fav artists are the killers, lana del rey, the weeknd, ghost, etc!
p.s. mutuals if i ever cross a boundary when talking please tell me!!! i’m very affectionate but i tend to cross boundaries on accident!!
writing boundaries:
• i will not write non-con! never! this is for trauma related reasons and it generally disgusts me. read/write what you like, but this is where i draw the line.
• i will not write characters non-consensually groping/touching the reader. i might consider like a character protecting reader from being groped, but i generally can’t stand it. (naturally, for trauma related reasons as well)
• i will not write certain kinks/fetishes, such as foot fetishes, piss kinks or other gross kinks.
• i will never ever write illegal age gaps. never. do not ask me to write an adult with a child. do not ask for anything pedophilic. this is for obvious reasons as well as trauma related reasons.
masterlist under the cut! <3
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masterlist!!
key: 🌲 = angsty 🌿 = fluffy 🪴= smutty
john price
no strings. - an ask for reader x price friends with benefits, but reader gets pregnant and leaves 🌲🌿
whispers. part one part two - barracks bunny exposes price’s little crush in front of the task force 🪴
sleeptalking. part one part two - based of Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics, price hears reader talking about him in their sleep and their dreams become a little too real 🌿🪴
horror movies. - a request where reader and price watch a movie too scary for either of them and they can’t sleep!! 🌿
avoidance. - reader avoids price bc they’re afraid that he doesn’t like them back, and he confronts them.. 🪴 (not sure)
simon ‘ghost’ riley
phone call. part two - bf!simon fucks you while you’re otp with your best friend / bf!simon fucks you in front of your best friend 🌿🪴(def my best)
lap dog. - a fic where hybrid!reader hits ghost too much with their tail!! (no classification)
braids. - simon braids reader’s hair!! 🌿
hard to love. - reader and ghost are friends with benefits, but reader wants what simon can’t give. 🌲🪴
john ‘soap’ mactavish
water. - based on my friend bunny’s ask in their acc (aforementioned ask) where soap refuses to fuck reader and instead does it with the showerhead!! 🪴🌿
phone call. (pt. 2) - reader gets fucked by bf!simon and soap gets a special desert afterwards.. 🌿🪴
könig
distractions. - reader has a bad day at work and koko helps relieve their stress with a makeout sesh!! 🪴🌿
christmas gifts. - reader gets the boys a big dino plush for christmas!! 🌿
taskforce 141
christmas gifts. - gn!reader gets the boys a big dino plush for christmas!! 🌿
comfort. - 141 cuddles!!! 🌿
cold. - cold reader gets cuddled by all the 141 (not at the same time!!) 🌿
taglist: none
comment to be added to the main taglist! those are the only things i’ve written so far, please send asks/messages for whatever you want em to write!! i don’t tend to write things on my own <3
ily all!!!
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