#400 Follower Celebration

[writingwhimsey]

400 Follower Celebration

In the poll you guys voted for HC prompts. And since my last follower celebration was fun, I thought I would do something similar. So I have a list of Fluff HC prompts. Smut/NSFW HC prompts, and crack HC prompts.

Rules: Select a prompt and up to three suitors for the prompt.

Suitor options:

ikesen: all suitors except Kicho (still haven't read his route and I don't feel like I have a grasp on his character)

ikevamp: Comte, Leonardo, Napoleon, Motzart, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Jean, Vlad, Faust, and Charles

ikepri: Leon, Chev, Clavis, Jin

Prompts

Fluff:

Suitor react to MC/reader telling them she's pregnant

Suitor takes care of sick MC/reader

Suitor reacts to MC/reader making their favorite dish

Suitor plans birthday party for MC/reader

Suitor as dad

Suitor reacts to seeing MC/reader as bride on wedding day

Suitor and MC/reader getting ready for a date together

Suitor and MC/reader cooking together

How suitor would propose

Suitor reacting to MC/reader playing with their hair

Free Space (any other fluffy prompt you would like)

Crack Prompts:

MC/reader makes suitor wear "pregnancy" belly to see what it's like

Suitor reacts to MC/reader pranking them

Suitor pranks MC/reader

Suitor reacts to MC/reader bringing home unusual pets

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's terrible cooking

Free Space (any funny/crack HC you would like)

Smut/NSFW prompt:

Suitor finds MC/reader's "toy"

Suitor reacts to MC/reader in a bikini

Suitor's favorite position

Suitor's kink

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's kink (pick whatever kink you would like)

Suitor reacts to MC/reader domming them

Suitor reacts to MC/reader wanting to be tied up

Suitor reacts to MC/reader asking to be bred

Suitor's reaction to MC/reader teasing them in public

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's fantasy (you pick the fantasy)

Free space (any NSFW HC)

Hope you guys enjoy and we can all have some fun with this! Any questions, just let me know! And seriously, thank you all for your support! I am looking forward to having more fun with you guys!

Taglist and a few others who might be interested: @zulablaise @limonzu @kisara-16 @tele86 @lovely-bubb1es

@otomewonderland @lucyw260 @selenacosmic @bjorkshire-pudding @eventinelysplayground

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 @lettheratsin @atinyliliflower @venulus

@mllorei @fang-and-feather

If I have tagged you and you don't want to be let me know and I'll remove the tag. Just tagging some people who have supported me :)

edited to fix the tagging issue! Thank you to @mllorei for telling me how to fix it!

[pinchofhoney]

@aerayv asked:

hii!!! can i request smth for your letter event?? they can just be some short drabbles and whatnots: o & p for ldw moon jo (if it's okay for you), and; l for ldw su yeol^^

thank youu

hello!! thank you once again for participating in my event!<33 let me know your thoughts on this and previous one short story. i am curious to hear your opinion!!

» fluff alphabet event

» special events masterlist

l: little ones how are they around children?

I'm absolutely convinced that Ryu Soo Yeol possesses this adorable, secret, and totally natural superpower that turns kids into his biggest fans. I feel like whenever he's hanging out with the little ones, it's like he's a walking sunshine generator, spreading warmth and genuine happiness all around. It's like magic – the moment he steps into their world, they just cozy up and feel like they're wrapped in a cuddly blanket of comfort.

Despite his daily run-ins with the bad guys, he's like a big teddy bear when it comes to kids. Seriously, he's got this incredible knack for being the gentlest and most patient buddy for them. He's all ears, totally engrossed in their wildly imaginative, gibberish-filled tales. And the cuteness doesn't stop there – I believe he's like a nodding pro, hitting all the right nodding spots as they weave their fantastical stories.

"Time for a shopping adventure!" exclaimed Soo Yeol with a twinkle in his eye, striding confidently toward the car as his work shift came to the end. You trotted along behind him, your brows slightly knit in curiosity.

"Why the sudden shopping spree?" you asked, with a playful blend of amusement in your tone. "I mean, we practically conquered the grocery aisles just yesterday."

Soo Yeol turned to face you, his expression carrying the weight of a serious mission. "Ah, that was yesterday and yesterday I had no idea your niece, with a craving for chocolate, will come to visit us."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrical declaration. "Chocolate? Is that what this is all about?"

He nodded. "Exactly. Imagine the tragedy if she asks for some and we don't have any. It would be a disaster. I may let my boss down, but not your niece."

As he settled into the car, you shook your head, a fond smile playing on your lips. "You're something else, Soo Yeol."

With a wink and a nod, he declared, "I'm just the ultimate chocolate protector for your niece."

[thebestofoneshots]

✩ Star also congrats!

personally: pretty open-minded but also stubborn and ngl hold grudges easily. lowkey a ppl pleaser but we don’t talk abt that. my friends say i’m a good friend but can also be distant when needed :) also infp personally type and libra moon and sun and sagittarius rising. i’m also like a extroverted introvert where i love being around friends and ppl who make me happy but also need alone time

appearance: 5’7 almost 5’8 with blondish brownish hair and hazel eyes- mid size? maybe smaller but i’m around 145-150 lbs and have body dysmorphia so lol

things abt me: love music (am a swiftie and love lana and phoebe bridgers), i love cats and harry potter(specifically marauders if u look at my account), i read a lot and hope to be a writer plus i love books. also love baking

my style is like downtown girl w slight indie/hippie vibes.

i def do have a preference (if u look at my account) but yeah i hope that was enough info and tysm <33

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form <3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with! Congrats Kat, you got 1/3 of the special drabbles.

Ink and Secrets

Prompt: A little of enemies to lovers, where you and Remus, two individuals with a history of conflicts, gradually build a mysterious bond through secret notes on books. Word count: 2.6 k Warnings: None, (a bit of enemies to lovers).

Hey love, I ship you with Moony!

The first thing Remus noticed when he met you was your hair; he thought it looked incredibly soft, and when you sat in front of him in Charms, he couldn't help but pull on it.

"Hey!" You complained, and he just gave you the most charming smile you'd ever seen in your life. So you frowned and turned back to pay attention to class.

Later, during your first week, you got paired with Peter in Potions, and you became close. He introduced you to James, Sirius, and, in the end, Remus. Peter wasn't very good at Potions, nor was James, and Sirius was great if he decided he wanted to pay attention to it, but most of the time he didn't. Therefore, the person Peter was always calling over to your table was Remus. It was always Remus. You were not particularly great at Potions either, but you studied extra hard so Peter would stop calling his damned friend. You did not like Remus butting into your business as much as he did. And you stared daggers at him whenever he came up to your table because of Peter's request. Peter was so oblivious to your quarrel with Remus that he even assumed you had a crush on his friend, so he called him over even more often.

"Stop calling him, will you?" You told him one day in the second year while you worked on a particularly complicated potion.

"But I thought you liked him?"

"Like him? Like hell I'd like Remus Lupin! He's an entitled little pushover, I don't wanna see him."

Peter was so impressed with your words that he was speechless; he genuinely thought you had a thing for each other. So eventually, he stopped calling him, and whenever either of you needed any help, you'd call Lily instead. Sooner or later, the famous Gryffindor group was created, and everyone was friends with each other, everyone except for you and Remus. You still kept your distance.

So much distance between the two, that in fourth year when you discovered there was a person who had borrowed the same books as you had at the library, you started to fall for them, completely oblivious to the fact that "Moony" was actually Remus. You started leaving little notes on the books you found, and he would answer them, always diverted to see your opinion. He decided not to tell you he was Moony because he was scared your little secret text exchanges would disappear. He'd even asked the boys to call him by his nickname when you were around.

When you finally discovered Moony was Remus, it was because of James.

"Hey Moons, you're coming to Kat's party, right?" You pulled your head from the book, wondering who James was talking to; Remus ignored James, trying to maintain his identity a secret, "Moons?" he insisted.

Remus finally threw a warning look at James. "Moons?" You asked, not having noticed, since your head was turned back to the boy in question.

"Yeah, short for Moony."

"You know Moony!?"

"Of course I know Moony, it's Remus!" He answered as a matter of fact. Remus banged his head over the table. You turned to him, feeling like you'd been played with, and stormed out of the common room with a frown.

"What's with her?" James asked, confused.

"You're an idiot mate," Remus responded, sighing and looking to the side.

You ran to the library and picked some of the books you and Moony Remus had exchanged notes in, and you cursed yourself for being so dumb. It was obvious it was him, his slightly sloppy handwriting, the way he drew his "a." Moony was Remus, and Remus was Moony, and you wanted to die for falling for his trick. You were too focused on your despair that you didn't realize when Remus entered the library. You only realized it was him when he pulled back a chair and sat down in front of you and all the books. "Hey!"

"You've come to gloat? You got me, I fell for your prank, congratulations!"

He sighed. "I wasn't trying to prank you."

"Yeah, and elephants fly."

"I'm serious, I... didn't tell you it was me because I thought you'd stop exchanging notes. You're not exactly my fan #1."

"Of course, I'm not Remus, but it's not like me either!"

"I do." He corrected.

"You don't! The first thing you did when you met me was pull on my hair!"

He looked at you in shock. "In... the first year?"

"Of course! You don't remember?" You asked, annoyance growing on you.

"I did it because I thought it was... pretty."

You stared directly into his eyes, trying to find an ounce of a joke; he seemed sincere, but then again, he also seemed sincere when he pretended he was someone else. "Don't ever toy with me again, Lupin!" You told him as you stood up and left the library. But once you were back in your room, you couldn't stop thinking about him. About his pretty hair and his broad back and how beautiful he actually was. You cursed yourself for thinking such a thing. He's the enemy, you tried to remind yourself. But what if Remus is more like your Moony than he is the Remus you had made up in your head?

You had to get your head off of him, so you decided to go to the kitchens and asked the elves to lend you some space to bake something. They did, a small elf named Jayis had even offered to help you, and between the two of you, you ended up baking a cake, cookies, and even a pie. When you were done, you were even more pissed because you had only managed to make yourself think even more of Remus Lupin. You packed the things you had baked in a box and walked out of the kitchens, quickly realizing it had gone dark. You'd lost track of time.

You tried to maintain yourself in the shadows and hid behind a statue when you heard some steps from behind, but Remus found you.

"Hey luv!" He said with a soft smile.

"Remus." you acknowledged.

"Can we talk?"

"No," you said before turning around and attempting to continue walking. He grabbed onto your arm. And you accidentally dropped the packet of food you carried. You quickly leaned down to pick up the stuff you'd dropped, he did the same, your hands brushing against the other as the two reached for a cookie. You turned to him, with a frown. "What are you playing at, Remus?"

"I'm not playing." He affirmed, tightening his hand around yours, "I like you." You stared at him, trying to decide if it was some sort of trap. "I'm still the same Moony you've been talking to through books. You just hadn't seen that side of me because you never gave me the chance. I had no clue you were still hung up about me pulling your hair."

"Well, that was a rude thing to do!"

He ignored your comment and continued "When I figured we were reading the same books, I just couldn't bring myself to talk to you directly; it was easier to talk to you through the books. And you were more than happy to respond to Moony, I…"

"Didn't want it to disappear," you finished, your own feelings perfectly resonating with his feelings. He nodded, and you chuckled lightly. You couldn't believe you'd fallen for Remus Lupin of all people. "At least Moony's handsome; I was scared you'd be someone like Severus."

Remus laughed, but once he caught up with the meaning of your words, he turned to you, asking, "Did you just call me handsome?"

"Please tell me you're not going to be insufferable about it."

He smiled cheekily. "If you kiss me, I'll forget about it." You gasped at his forwardness, and he leaned closer to you. "So?"

You laughed and shook your head, picking up some of the things you'd dropped and placing a quick kiss on his cheek before standing up and running towards the common room. His smile widened as he saw you run, and he stood up, running behind you, a bright smile plastered on his face.

A/N: I hope you liked this little Drabble (came out a lot longer than I had planned, clearly I don't have any sense of self restraint).

Much love, Lilly xx

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[delusionsofgrandeur13]

hello my precious readers. those who sent in requests you are being so so patient and i appreciate it!! i want to give you guys quality in the fulfillment of your requests and with classes starting, it's been hard to do that!! i can promise that i will be getting them done soon. seriously. i love u guys so much ur so endlessly patient w me i adore y'all

have a good week please!!!!! xoxox

ness

[wild-karrde]

Hi Karrde! Might be a little late but congratulations on the 400, that's an awesome thing to celebrate over!

If there's still time and you're willing: can I have a "I'll stay for as long as you let me" and "Stay forever then." with Tech?

HELLO ANON! Thank you for the kind words! And you were not late at all. If anything, I am late as I'm slowly poking away at these (but it's the holidays, we're NOT putting pressure on ourselves. IT'S ALL GOOD). This one got super soft on me, and I see an emerging theme between the last two ficlets I've written: I just want our boys to rest. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE AND THANK YOU AGAIN!

Pairings: Tech x GN!Reader

Rating: M (implied sexual content, nudity, showering together)

“Hello, darling.”

Your heart flutters as his tall, thin silhouette materializes in the doorway of your apartment, helmet in hand. You put down your datapad, sweeping him into an embrace. His arms wrap around you, and you bury your nose in his chest, inhaling deeply. He smells like blaster smoke, sweat, and the soap you bought him last time he was on Coruscant. Tech was never one to allow himself even small indulgences, not seeing the practicality in it, so you’d made a habit of gifting him small luxuries here and there. 

“Missed you,” you whisper. 

“And I you.” 

You take his helmet from him, setting it on the table to be cleaned eventually. There are a few more scuffs and dirt streaks than normal. Tech carefully steps out of his boots, leaving them by the door so as not to dirty your floor. You help him remove the rest of his armor, which you’ll meticulously clean in the way he showed you later. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” he replies, giving you a small smile. 

You note he’s carefully stripping out of the top of his undersuit, wincing slightly. 

“Are you hurt?” 

“Just a few abrasions.” 

You nod, knowing he’s downplaying it but not arguing with him. You know making a fuss won’t change the number of injuries he has, nor the likelihood that he’ll sustain more like them. “Sit down, I’ll bring you some food and get the medkit.” 

He’d only given you a few hours notice, so the best you could scrounge up was leftover stir-fry from the night before and some cookies, but Tech devours it as though it were a gourmet meal. While he eats, you carefully clean and bandage his wounds. You know he could do this himself, but he’s always told you that you do a better job. You’re not certain that’s true, but you never have called him out on it. It’s nice to have him appreciate your medical skill, and you’re more than glad to put it to use on him. 

You’d met in the med ward here on Coruscant. He was escorting his much larger brother in after a mishap with a faulty explosive. Wrecker had been lucky, only burning his palms and breaking a finger. Tech had stated he’d normally have dealt with it himself, but they hadn’t restocked their medical supplies yet, and most of the other clone medical centers were full of more serious injuries at the moment. You’d assured him it wasn’t a problem. 

At first, you’d been annoyed at how he’d hovered over your shoulder, watching you carefully as you cleaned and bandaged Wrecker’s hands. When you’d gone to grab another roll of gauze, he’d followed you, and you’d finally whirled on him, allowing your annoyance to get the best of you. 

“Do you think I can’t do my job without your supervision?” you’d snapped. 

“I apologize if I gave you that impression. My presence was more intended to calm Wrecker. He often looks to me to determine if an injury is worse than it looks. I was hoping that by watching you closely and showing no alarm, it would calm him down.” He picked at his glove a little sheepishly, and you’d ducked your head in embarrassment. 

“I… I’m sorry. I thought-”

“I understand how you could come to that conclusion,” he assured you. “I’m sure you noted the injury on the side of his head. When he sustained that, it was severely downplayed by the civilian medic that treated him. The medic then made him feel as though he were overreacting and exaggerating his pain levels, but the damage was quite severe, and that instance bred a sort of mistrust for medical professionals that aren’t me.” 

You nodded, reaching for the gauze. “I’m sorry he went through that. No one deserves to have their pain downplayed like that.”

He smiled at you. “I agree.”

You moved to step past him, but he hesitantly laid a hand on your arm. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s admirable how you care for him. Many consider us to be expendable, but it’s apparent how attentive you are and how you’re paying careful attention to his reactions and pain. I know he appreciates it. As do I.” 

Your face flushed with heat, and you returned his smile. “Of course.” 

You’d completed your work on Wrecker, suddenly noting that the large clone occasionally shot his brother a nervous look as he watched over your shoulder, and Tech would give him a reassuring nod when he caught his eye. It was so subtle you’d have never noticed it without Tech telling you, but now that you knew, all you wanted to do was wrap them both in a hug. After you’d completed bandaging Wrecker and he’d mumbled his thanks, Tech had asked you to dinner under the pretense of learning about the technique you’d used when splinting the broken finger, but you both knew that was a bold-faced lie. 

You’d never minded. 

Now, you gently applied bacta to a blaster burn on his shoulder, smoothing the gel over the damaged skin there. Tech hissed slightly between clenched teeth. You pause, whipping out your penlight to look more closely at the wound, worried you’ve missed something. Tech chuckles quietly as he watches you over his shoulder, immediately knowing what you’re thinking. “The bacta was just colder than I expected. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Better to be certain.” 

“One of the things I love about you.” 

You smile, giving the burn one last cursory look before carefully bandaging it, placing a light kiss next to it when you are done. He catches your hand in his as you stride past him to replace your supplies, kissing the back of your knuckles. 

“Thank you, darling.”

“Of course, my love,” you reply, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead. He leans against you, and you can feel the exhaustion in his muscles. Quickly, you clear his dishes from the table before leading him down the hall to your bedroom. 

You help him shower, gently washing the dirt from his skin and ensuring not to scrub too hard at the fresh bandages peppering his chest, arms, and back. He allows it, watching you without protest as you lather his skin carefully and massage his scalp with shampoo. You know letting someone else take control is a struggle for him, and you appreciate that he’s finally comfortable enough to let his guard down around you, to allow you to take care of him in the way he deserves but will never ask for. 

When you’re both rinsed clean, you stand for a while, your bodies pressed together as the water trickles down your skin. You hope the constant patter of the water on his shoulders is working some of the tension from his muscles and spine as he presses chaste kisses along your neck and shoulders, finally allowing his chin to rest there, his arms wrapped around your torso. 

“I love you very much,” he whispers. 

“And I love you,” you reply. Those three words had always come easy to the two of you, neither of you feeling the need to choose a “right” time to express your affections. It had just come out of him one night as you sat next to each other on your couch, and you’d never hesitated in saying it back. You and Tech both had discussed early on that you were fine with being upfront about your emotions and feelings. War didn’t allow for the luxury of beating around the bush when it came to important things being said. 

You feel him sag against you slightly, and you take that as your cue to retrieve the fluffiest towel you own, helping him dry off before leading him to bed. 

The two of you slip under the sheets together, him pulling you close so that your back is pressed against his chest. One arm slips under your neck, the other wrapping around your waist. You resist the heat swirling in your belly, knowing he needs rest right now and to heal. If he’s still here in the morning, you know there’ll be time for other activities, but for right now, you just want him to sleep peacefully next to you without any expectations beyond that. 

“Do you know how long you can stay?” you ask, knowing he probably doesn’t have a definitive answer. 

“I’ll stay for as long as you let me.”

You reach down, interlacing your fingers with his and pulling his hand up to your lips, brushing his knuckles with a kiss. “Stay forever then,” you whisper.

You both know it’s impossible, that eventually his comm will go off and he’ll be whisked away once more on some mission he can’t tell you about on some world you’ll likely never visit. But it’s nice to pretend, if only for a few moments. As pragmatic as Tech is, he allows himself the indulgence this once, nuzzling against the back of your neck as he breathes you in. 

“I just may.”

Thanks for participating in my 400 Follower Celebration!

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[cauliflowertree]

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ 400 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION—

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hello everyone :D thank you so much for 400 followers. this is amazing & i can’t thank you all enough for being here in my little corner of tumblr. i’m combining this celebration with a birthday celebration too (it’s not my birthday yet). and for the past 2 years on my birthday i’ve gone to this little town nearby and we get a milkshake and go to a cafe for a pastry so this theme was quite an appropriate thought from @velvetcloxds, ty <3

welcome to the bakery ! would you like anything to eat?

🍞 [sourdough bread] — give me an au or fic title + a character and i’ll give you a summary for what i’d write for it.

🥐 [croissant] — tell me your fav music artist / band and i’ll tell you my fav song of theirs.

🍫 [pain au chocolat] — [moots only] tell me your favourite colour & your name & i’ll make you a small moodboard.

🍰 [lemon drizzle cake] — tell me your gender preference, fandom preference & a small description of yourself & i’ll ship you with a character with 3-5 headcanons.

🥯 [onion and chive bagel] — send me a fic of yours (1.5k or under please) and i’ll make a 3 picture moodboard based off it.

perhaps something to drink?

🧋 [hazelnut iced latte] — tell me about your favourite birthday and i’ll tell you who’d plan your party (please include fandom).

🥛 [peanut butter milkshake] — games: fmk, this or that, would you rather, cym.

☕️ [hot chocolate] — send me a character and i’ll recommend you a fic for them.

[tagging mutuals] sorry if i missed anyone!

@unadulterated-syd @masivechaos @foralwaysandforever @harrysweasleys @natashxromanovf @cherrystrees @ell0ra-br3kk3r @sw34terw34ther @puppy-coded @imabee-oralizard @cremexcoffee @starconfettii @juneberrie @henqtic @maricoolerthanme @loveeharrington @valluvsu @mad-elia @mystic-writings @dead-pcets @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @lazydreamer19 @jackys-stuff-blog @honeysuckleharrington @lauralestrange7 @cherryys-stuff @gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley @fairydxll @luvterature @auroracalisto @blondedmuse @starstruckwillows @entishramblings @princess-paramour @locke-writes @heartfucks @saraheartsxavier @george-weasleys-girl @whoooooisthis @rottingkisses @nyxxxxxxxx @honeymunson @fizzyxcustard @sotwk @omenhel @someoneinthestars @diorgirl444 @scr4pbaby @sectumsempraaa

[ell0ra-br3kk3r]

400... that's a lot of people haha y'all are amazing for putting up with me for this long *mwah* y'all are amazing for supporting all my intrests and little side hobbies, and i really really really appreciate all the love and support so thank you

you may notice that i don't have any blurb or writing options on here... that's because i have wayyyy too many requests in my inbox already, haha, but if you want to send an idea in then you can send it to my writing blog @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes where i have a song fic event still open!

fandoms for this event are the grishaverse and wizarding world both golden era and marauders era, and here are the characters i write for. please let me know if you have a prefrence of pronouns, otherwise i'll default to she/her.

anyone can participate! please make sure it's one event per ask. thank you

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guitar picks ~ mood boards! send me this with a character or ship and an activity!

trying not to fall ~ ships! send me your ideal late night, in or out, along with a fandom and gender prefrence, and i'll ship you with a character!

late nights ~ send me this along with very specific thoughts you have about characters (from the fandoms i've listed above) and i'll build off of that!

as a writer ~ send me this along with the link to one of your favorite fics, that you've written and i'll tell you my favorite parts and lines! (writers only)

your thoughts ~ tell me your favorite thing(s) about me and i'll share some of my favorite things about you! (moots only)

wildflowers ~ send me this and i'll hand write a short message from me to you along with a small mood board (close moots only)

home ~ random asks! cym, kmk, or any other random questions or games!

the titles for the events are some titles of the songs that i've written :)

mutuals below the cut:

@writingwitch007 @draco-dormiens @i-live-you-die-i-tell-your-story @the-crazy-library-freak @imabee-oralizard @sparklenarniawizard @stxrrylunatic @jahayla-parker @thedelusionreaderbitch @cauliflowertree @freddycarterswife @maliciousbrekker @masivechaos @robynlilyblack @sw34terw34ther @bookaholics-stuff @juneberrie @sophierequests-trashblog @princess-paramour @siriusblackstwin @my-my-only-angel @n0agranger @puppy-coded @alexis-angelsss @romanticvampire @slyth3rin-princess @thehalfbloodedwitch

[dark-nymph3t]

I love all of you so much.

Not long ago, we celebrated 200 and 300 hundred followers together, and now we celebrate 400; there are 400 people who decided to follow my silly little blog and like my silly little posts, and this still feels so surreal. I have absolutely no idea how I am how I’m going to be able to thank all of you for sticking around with me for this long. You are all so amazing and I love all of you so much. Thank you.

Thank all of you so much.

[mockerycrow]

Love your works! May I please get a "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere." with Ghost? Take your time, I love what you write!

400 Follower Celebration

—“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”— With Ghost

Summary: You’re apart of the 141 and Ghost recently had a near-death experience. You’ve been plagued with nightmares about the situation, but you try to hide it from him, feeling selfish about your night terrors. One night, you’re thoroughly convinced Ghost had actually died.

A/N: THANK YOUUU I KEEP BLUSHING ILY AND TYSM FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[WARNINGS: vomit, detailed nightmares, panic attack, gore, fake-death, angst, hurt/comfort.]

It was always the same nightmare. It was a repeat of that one mission months ago—nearly a year ago by now, where you and your team went to grab some important intel about a new uprising cartel that was showing some dangerous potential. It was a large compound, four floors including the basement, wide rooms with many blind-spots. Using your rifle equipped with a heat signature sensor, you swept room to room, leading your team through the building, putting anyone down who dared fired a bullet at you or your team.

You turn that familiar corner and your heart sinks. You’ve tried many times to change the course of this dream, but no matter how frantically you try to scream about what is waiting on the other side of that door, your mouth refuses to work until Ghost rumbles out, “I’ll take point.” You try to fight every muscle in your body to stop this, but it’s like the dream freezes until you continue down the.. “right path”. Quite literally is a living fucking hell for you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it except do what it wants you to do.

“Roger.” You mutter, backing up behind Ghost instead of staying in front of him and leading him the others. The others are always blank faced soldiers in this nightmare, but you know who is who. You pat his shoulder, aimming over him as you walk down the hall close together, hugging the wall. You’ve been through this so many times, you know to eye the floor and you watch the moment happen—Ghost steps on a pressure plate and—BOOM.

You’re always forced to watch it in slow motion; the wall being blown open right next to Ghost, watching the debris scatter everywhere, scraping yourself up as well as Ghost. He raises his arm to shield his face from whatever is happening, unable to process in time that a man wielding a sharp combat knife is pulling his arm back and comes down with it.

You watch the way the knife so easily slides into his rib cage, and it’s almost like you could hear it penetrating his lung like it did—but this time, the man rips the knife out and does it again and again and again—this has never happened before—Ghost’s falling to the ground, his blood splattering everywhere, fuck, it’s like the guy is trying to gut him—but you can’t move. You have to sit there and watch this man. plunge a knife in and out of Ghost’s chest until he finally decides to stab him deep and yank downwards, spilling his intestines and stomach—yet, his lifeless eyes keep eye contact the entire time.

Your eyes fly open, dizzy from your heart pounding and unable to focus, you throw the blanket off of you and you make your way out of whatever room you’re in—you’re too freaked out to know. Your chest aches and feels like there’s a hundred tons sitting on your rib cage, restricting your breathing. You keep walking until you bump into something and you manage to focus enough to notice it’s the bathroom door. Your hand shakily grabs the doorknob and opens it, and you already feel the vomit traveling up your throat.

You end up bent over the open toilet, body heaving with every exile of the contents of your stomach, which by this time of night is mostly just bile. Your head is spinning and your hands keep shaking and by this point, you really don’t care how clean this bathroom is. You lean your elbows on the toilet rim and hold your head in your hands, trying your best to stifle a sob, even though all you can smell and feel is his blood on your fingertips. Your tears drip down your cheeks and collect at your chin before dripping off.

You keep one arm on the toilet seat to keep your head propped up and the other goes around your stomach, which is twisting painfully inside of your gut, ripping another sob from you. You gag into the toilet, but you’ve already thrown everything you had inside. Your throat and nose burns from the stomach acid, but it doesn’t compare to the emotional pain of losing Ghost. You just stood there and watched him get gutted—why do you deserve to grieve when you could have prevented it in the first place? Someone killed the Ghost, and you let it fucking happen.

A large hand sprawls across the flat of your back which is accompanied by a low, gritty voice. Whoever it is says something, but you don’t quite hear them. It’s probably Price, trying to comfort you, trying to say there’s one thing you could’ve done to stop it, but you know there was something you could do, anything you could’ve done.

Price calls your name and you go to shove him away, but his hands wrap around your wrists, and the voice is more insistent. You choke on a sob and shake your head, struggling against him until you hear it—his voice. “Fuck, [Name], can you hear me?” Ghost’s voice. It’s his voice.

No. Your mind is playing tricks on you and you won’t fall for it, you won’t let yourself go through this horrendous grief for a second time. You try to curl up into a ball, wanting to grab at your hair or your clothes, just anything but be here. “Look at me.” His hands grab your face and force your face to look at him and..

It’s him. It’s Ghost.

All of your noises stop for a moment as you stare with wide eyes that are full of unfallen tears, eyes full of grief, all for him. Ghost stares back at you with uncharacteristically wide eyes, and you can see the way his hands are slightly trembling—he’s worried about you. Ghost’s eyebrows furrow when he sees your expression of anguish. “Hey—hey, what happened?” Ghost’s voice is so quiet, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he speaks any louder. Your hands come up to his mask and touch it and you burst into a harsh sob again, throwing your arms around him.

Usually, Ghost would hesitate. He would be reluctant to reciprocate such personal touch, such desperation, but he pulls you close into his arms without a second thought. Your hands grab his shirt and you breakdown into his chest, wetting the fabric with your tears. His heart slipped a beat because he’s never seen you like this—has never seen you break down this horribly.

He’d be here when you were ready to talk about it, but for now he’ll stay to hold you until your shoulders stop shaking. Ghost moves to sit on his bottom and you whimper in fear, like he’ll leave. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

[writingwhimsey]

For your follow celebration, could you do Clavis and Chev reaction to MC asking to be bred, please?

And congratulations on the milestone!

Thank you for the ask! I hope this quenches your thirst!

400 Follower Celebration

Smut/NSFW Headcanon prompt: Suitor reacts to MC/reader asking to be bred

Suitors: ikepri Clavis & Chevalier

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, breeding, PIV

Clavis

“I…I wanna be bred.”

Clavis blinks as he looks down at you, lying beneath him. He had been teasing you sweetly, coaxing you into telling him your deepest desires. And when you finally blurted out what you really wanted…well it wasn’t what he had been expecting.

You blush and look away. “I knew I shouldn’t have said it…”

Clavis’s hand is on your cheek, guiding your gaze back to his. “Don’t feel ashamed for asking for what you want, little bunny.” He assures you. “I was just surprised…pleased, but surprised.”

Your eyes widen. “Pleased?”

Clavis grins at you and nods. “Yes. If you want to be my little breeding bunny, then I am happy to indulge you.” The next thing you know, your legs are up by your head and Clavis is pushing his cock deep into you.

You gasp and moan at just how DEEP he is. “Cl-Clavis…”

Clavis grins at you as he rests his hands on your thighs and gives them a squeeze. “Don’t worry little bunny, I’ll breed you. Fill you up until you think you can’t take it anymore.” He tells you. “And then this beast will fill you again and again, until I’m certain your womb is full.”

Clavis proceeds to pound into you until you are both cumming. He spends the night moving you into position after position, pumping you with load after load until you are both utterly spent. He wraps his arms around you, holding you from behind, his cock still buried within you. “We’ll sleep like this tonight, little bunny. Keep my cum in you.” He says, kissing your shoulder.

You hadn’t expected this reaction from him when you’d first admitted what you wanted…but you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying it.

Chevalier

“I…I want to be bred.”

Chevalier looks up from his book at you, his eyes sharp as a predator’s. He had been wanting you to be more honest with your desires. So he had devised a plan to get you to tell him, swearing not to touch you until you told him exactly what you wanted. You hadn’t even made it a day before you were finally confessing…not that Chev didn’t already know. He always knew. But his desire was for you to voice your own.

Chevalier closes his book and rises from the chair elegantly. He walks towards you until he is standing directly in front of you, blue eyes staring down at you. “Do you know what you’re asking, simpleton?”

You swallow, but nod. “Yes.” You can feel your heart rate picking up.

Chevalier grins. “I’ll give you exactly what you want, simpleton.” Before you even know what’s happening, Chev has you on the bed, face down, ass up, his hands gripping your hips and his cock buried deep inside you.

Your moans seem to echo off the walls with each thrust from your brutal beast lover. “A simpleton…like you…is perfect…for breeding.” He groans as he pumps you full.

Once he’s finished, he’s pulling out and flipping you onto your back, lifting your hips up off the bed only to bury himself into you once again, fucking his cum back into you. “You’re not to lose a single drop.” He tells you, making you moan.

Chevalier continues to pump you with load after load, painting your walls white. “I’ll make sure you’re bred.” He whispers into your ear as he pushes you into a mating press once more. “I’ll fill you up and make sure you don’t waste a single drop.”

It appears Chevalier enjoys “breeding” as much if not more than you. You weren’t getting any rest that night.

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Hi! Can you please write letter f (fiance(e)) from fluff alphabet for Ben Barnes? I think there would be alot of fluff!!! Btw I love your writing and ideas❤️

hi!! thank you so much for your request<33 i'm sorry you had to wait so long~~i hope you will be satisfied with what i have written. don't forget to share your thoughts! have a lovely rest of the day (or night!)

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f: fiance(e) how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?

I think Ben is a very warm and family-oriented person. When he meets the right person, the thought of committing to a lifelong partnership and starting a family seems to warm his heart like a cozy embrace, and his eyes light up with the idea of building a life together, complete with shared dreams and adorable moments.

He envisions a little apartment, or even a house, nestled somewhere serene, where both of you can create your own world filled with love and laughter. Perfect cozy mornings would be spent wrapped up in blankets, sharing stolen glances over steaming cups of coffee. Evenings would be a symphony of laughter as you cook together, and free weekends would be like mini-adventures—exploring nearby parks or enjoying leisurely picnics—each moment etching a memory into the fabric of your story.

Ben's heart, much like his performances, is genuine and sincere. He understands the demands of his profession and how it might whisk him away, leaving gaps in the timeline of your love. Despite this, his commitment is unwavering. He's willing to invest not just his time, but his heart and soul, to make every interaction count.

So, when it comes to the topic of marriage, Ben is like a patient artist, carefully crafting a masterpiece. He wants your connection to grow organically, like a blooming flower, each petal unfurling in its own time. With him, it's not about the destination but the enchanting journey you embark upon together.

In a world where everything seems to move at lightning speed, Ben's approach to commitment is a refreshing reminder of the beauty of taking things slow, savoring every moment, and allowing your love to evolve like the sweetest melody.

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Star please! My pronouns are she/her and I am into guys, and am open to poly!marauders!

If you know star signs: I’m a Libra sun, Aries moon, sag rising, Libra mercury, Leo Venus, and libra mars

I’m an intp, 6’1, and I play volleyball. I love listening to music and have a record collection! I’m also a huge film buff :) I’m pretty shy but make friends very easily. People often tell me to speak up but my voice is just not super loud lol. I don’t always like to, but I’m getting better at standing up for myself. My love language varies person to person, but I love physical touch, quality time, and giving gifts.

Thank you so much and congrats on the milestone!! You deserve it all and so much more, you are such a good writer :)

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

I definitely ship you with Sirius and James. However, Sirius was the first one to notice you. It all started during Christmas when you received a package from your Muggle family. It contained yet another record for your collection – the Diamond Dogs deluxe edition by David Bowie. You were instantlly excited by it, and youre excitment could be percived by others.

Sirius, allthought unfamiliar with the album, instantly recognized Bowie on the cover so he approached you with a playful grin, “Hey sweets, you’re in my Transfiguration class, aren’t you?”

You nodded, “You’re Sirius Black.”

He smiled, glad that you recognized him too, and casually sat next to you, leaning his head on his hand as he looked at you. Initially, you found it a bit strange how comfortable he seemed around you, but his relaxed aura eventually put you at ease.

He shared how he had stayed at school during Christmas to help his friend with some tasks, and how he didn’t really want to go home because of his less-than-pleasant family. You told him about your Muggle family and how they believed it was best for you to stay at school to avoid the Death Eaters. You admitted missing your family and being happy to receive a letter from them.

When the conversation grew somber, he skillfully changed the topic and asked about your album. Excitedly, you shared details about your collection and music preferences. He told you about the cassettes he had received from his cousin Andromeda and promised to make you a mixtape someday. He enjoyed making them for his friends. Your bond only strengthened from that point, and Sirius developed a massive crush on you, growing every time he discovered something new about you. He thought you were absolutely magical, and that, without even thinking about the fact that you were quite literally a witch. 

One day, you were in Sirius' room listening to your records since you didn't want to disturb your roommates. James Potter entered, not noticing you both resting on the floor with your backs against the bed. Assuming he was alone, he started humming along to your favorite song. Just as you were about to speak up, Sirius covered your mouth,  a cheeky grin on his face. Soon, James started his own impromptu concert, singing at the top of his lungs. Eventually, he began dancing and spotted both of you, with Sirius' hand still covering your mouth.

"Padfoot!" He said reproachfully. 

You removed Sirius’ hand from your mouth and gave James an apologetic smile “Hey James!” you said quietly “That was great conert.” 

James turned beet red upon realizing you'd seen his performance "How long did you—"

"—The whole thing," Sirius teased.

James was so distressed at that point the only thing you could think to do to ease the tension was to smile at him and say “Wanna join us?” 

You weren’t sure you’d ever seen a shy James Potter in your life, but here he was, nodding quietly and walking to seat beside you. You were sitting in the middle, with the two boys at your side. And you three just grew closer from then, it was like the boys didn’t want to be away from you. 

While in the beginning you thought Sirius was clingy, he had nothing on James Potter. Whenever they were around you, they were close, in a very literal sense. They always had to be touching you somehow, either by brushing shoulder to shoulder, an arm draped over you, or leaning their heads on your shoulders in the Great Hall, especially Sirius, who always complained about having to wake up early for flying. Those touches slowly became something more: kisses on the cheek, holding your hand, a cheeky hand on your thigh, or backhugs. And while they did sometimes fight for your affection, neither of them seemed bothered by the other pulling you onto their lap or snuggling you closer to them.

One day, you were listening to music in the common room and there was no one else around since you had skipped a class to be there. You were leaning against James’ chest while Sirius had his head resting on your lap; he’d asked you to play with his hair. It was often that you cuddled with the two at the same time, and you loved it, but it also confused you. You somehow mustered up the courage to ask, “What are we?”

“We’re Gryffindors,” James replied at the same time that Sirius said something like “The stars of the show.”

You sighed at their answer and motioned for Sirius to sit up with a light pull on his shoulders. “I meant what are we…” you said, emphasizing the last bit by pointing at the three of you.

James and Sirius exchanged a look. They’d had this conversation before, neither of them willing to give you up, so they settled on sharing. They were both okay with it; in fact, they enjoyed cuddling each other too. “Whatever you want us to be, angel,” Sirius answered earnestly, grabbing one of your hands and intertwining your fingers together.

“If you want us to pull away, or one of us to step back away, we’ll respect your wish, but–” James started.

“–Neither of us wants that,” Sirius finished.

You looked at the two of them. “Neither… neither do I.”

BONUS:

The mixtape Sirius made for you: 1. "Space Oddity" by David Bowie 2. "Dream On" by Aerosmith 3. "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin 4. "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye 5. "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen 6. "Hotel California" by Eagles 7. "Imagine" by John Lennon 8. "Let's Stay Together" by Al Green 9. "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton 10. "You're My Best Friend" by Queen

A/N: Hope you like this lil thing I made for you sweets, it got out of hand, as always, but I kind of absolutely adore the result, our boys are so adorbale, it's almost impossible to handle ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Sending you great vibes, Lilly xxx

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[coffeeandbatboys]

It's that time again...

***All Characters Will Be Clone troopers totally did not forget to put that

My OC Helena has decided to host my 400 follower celebration at Midnight Oil, her caf shop on triple zero. She'll be handling the matchups while I write headcanons for those that request. This event will run until July 1st (unless otherwise stated)

What I won't do: nsfw, male reader (at least for headcanons), cloneshipping.

What I will do: Fem or GN reader, pregnancy, spicy to a point, injuries and family issues

Transcript and tags under the cut

Matchups: Tell me a little bit about yourself and I’ll match you with a trooper! Likes and dislikes, relevant physical details (that you’re comfortable with sharing) and personality description are a good place to start.

Headcanons: Request headcanons for a certain trooper (or a few, if you do so wish) and I’ll write them out for you

Rules:

One request per menu item per person. (aka, You may ask for one headcanon and one matchup)

Anons will be on but please @ yourself

Please, only request if you plan to reblog the answer

I reserve the right to discard any asks that do not follow these rules

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@moonlightwarriorqueen @sunshinesdaydream @ladyzirkonia @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal

@sev-on-kamino @eternal-transcience @techs-stitches @sees-writes @the-bad-batch-baroness

@lightwise @trixie2023 @ulchabhangorm @masterjedilenaaa @eyeluvmusic21 @523rdrebel

@l0nesome-dreams @arcsimper5 @orbitalmirror @deewithani @cloneloverrrrr

@freesia-writes @the-bad-batch-baroness @anxiouspineapple99

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Congrats on 400!!!! 😍🥰 I'd like to request Kix with the quote: "Don't touch it, it hurts!" (Gotta love me some major ouch with cute fluffy comfort). Thanks so much and congrats again!

Thanks so much! Alright, I really love writing Kix and don't do it enough. This one got cute and I DIG IT. Thanks again for the ask!

Pairing - Kix x Medic!Reader

Rating - T (mention of injury, language)

“Kix, I’m FINE! Just slap some bacta on it so we can move!” 

“It’s not that simple! You need to stay here so I can work on it, otherwise we’ll be down another medic.”

“If you stay here with me, then we’ll be down two.”

“Coric’s gone on ahead and Sticks and Stones are inbound to support. He’ll manage until they get here, now sit still.” 

“I said I’M FINE.”

The clone medic gave you an unamused look as he gripped your thigh and shin, bending the knee that you’d just taken a blaster bolt to just enough to send pain radiating from the joint. Your stubborn muttering shifts to a yelp.

“Ok, stop, stop, STOP! Don’t touch it! It hurts!” 

He sighs in exasperation. “I know it hurts. So if you’d quit arguing with me for five minutes, I’ll be able to make it hurt less, understand?” 

You finally surrender, laying back on the ground and folding your arms over your eyes in defeat. Kix takes this as you relenting, reporting to Rex on his comm that the two of you will hang back for now, catching up with the others when you’re able. The captain’s voice is strained, but not angry, so you take some solace in that. 

You’ve only been serving with the 501st for a few weeks, but in that time, you’ve managed to become an anxious mess. It was clear that the other medics around you, both civilian and clone alike, were far more qualified, leaving you wondering why you were here and instilling you with a fear of failure that kept you up most nights. You were determined to prove that you could be useful and help those in need, but right now, you feel more like a burden than anything else. 

The sound of boots and blasterfire has faded into the distance as the entire battalion has moved on without the two of you. Now, all you hear is Kix’s modulated breathing as he shuffles around in his kit, looking for supplies. 

Of all of the medics, why’d it have to be him?

You can’t quite put your finger on why Kix is the one you’re most desperate to impress. Maybe because you admire his professionalism, his calm demeanor, the way his brain works. 

And maybe you’re also a bit in denial. While he shares the same face as his brothers, there’s always been something about Kix that you’ve found exceptionally endearing. Sure, you’ve got your face covered right now because you’re embarrassed to be the thing keeping him back, but also, you feel heat rising to your cheeks as he manipulates your leg a bit to get a better look at your injury. 

“Just a graze,” he surmises. “I hope you didn’t like these pants too much though. I am going to have to cut them away a bit to bandage it properly.” 

You shrug. “‘S fine.” 

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but then you hear the unmistakable hiss of his helmet being removed. Your arms fly away from your face as you sit up to stare at him in alarm. 

“Kix! You need to keep that on! It’s not safe.”

He tosses you a smirk. “You’re not wearing one.”

“Yeah, well I’m a civ. We don’t get issued armor.”

He glances over at you as he begins cutting away at the leg of your pants. “Still. Most civs have them. So why don’t you?”

He’s distracting you, and it’s obvious, but you’re more than willing to let him right now as your knee starts to noticeably throb. He’s always been good at redirecting attention. It’s one of the things you admire about him. 

You shrug. “Gear’s expensive. Would rather have a kit that holds up.”

Kix is removing his gloves, and you feel your heart thundering in your chest as you start to think about what his hands are going to feel like on your skin. You’ve absolutely thought about this before, but you had somewhat hoped it would be under different circumstances. 

Very different circumstances. 

A sharp prick as he injects the knee with a painkiller jerks you back to reality before your thoughts can wander further. He’s watching you out of the corner of his eye to see your reaction, and you try to not whimper. Instead, you swear quietly under your breath. He doesn’t acknowledge it. 

“So if you can’t afford the proper gear, why fling yourself out here?” he asks, taking out a solution to clean the wound a little better. “Most civs would say that’s justification to stay out of it.”

“F-family business,” you stutter. He pauses to watch your reaction, but you nod at him, urging him to get this done quickly so that you can get moving. “Mom’s a doc. Been following her around since I could walk and eventually went into medicine on my own. Figured my skills would better be put to use here than just staying on some cozy backwater moon and pretending the war isn’t happening.”

Kix pauses, turning to face you fully now. “That’s admirable.”

You feel like your face is on fire, and your eyes burn with tears of frustration. “Haven’t exactly been helpful,” you rasp, gesturing at your leg. 

“This’ll heal quickly,” he replies, gently dabbing at the damaged skin with some gauze before carefully applying bacta. “And you’ve been plenty of help.” 

“Kix, I know I just get underfoot. You don’t have to sugar coat it for me.” Your eyes drop to your lap, where you’re nervously picking at a cuticle. You feel him stop touching you for a moment before his fingers slip under your chin, pulling your gaze up to meet his. All of the moisture evaporates out of your mouth, and you swallow hard. 

“Now let’s be clear about one thing,” he says, his soft brown eyes piercing into yours. “There are plenty of people in this galaxy that see my brothers and I as expendable, nothing more than cannon fodder. Even those that don’t see us that way are more than fine with letting us die anyway. You are here. I see how much you care, how much each loss affects you. People like you are the ones I fight for. You’re the reason I keep going. Because there are good people out there, and you’re a reminder of that. So don’t you dare belittle what you’re doing here. I wouldn’t stay behind for any civ. I stayed because it’s you. Got it?” 

You nod, swallowing hard again. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips, and he notes it, his eyes flicking down to follow it. You suddenly become extremely self conscious about the amount of dirt you’ve got covering your face. 

Kix seems to be turning something over in his mind, his brows furrowed in the way they are when he’s thinking. After a moment, his hand slips from your chin to wipe at some grime on your face, and you can’t help but lean into his touch a little. Both of you freeze for a moment, and he chuckles quietly. If he was looking for confirmation as to how you felt about him, he’s absolutely found it, but his reaction is far from what you expected.  

Kix smiles at you, but he almost seems bashful, something you’re not used to from him. “I would uh… also be remiss to not tell you that I enjoy having you around. For more than medical reasons. You’ve got a big heart. It’s… it’s nice.” 

A tear slips from the corner of your eye in relief, and he withdraws his hand quickly, thinking he’s done something wrong, but you grab his hand with yours. “Thanks,” you whisper quietly. “It’s really nice to know I’m not just a pain in the ass.” You squeeze his hand reassuringly. “I like being around you too.” 

Kix grins, his cocky smirk slipping back into place as he goes back to work on your knee, carefully wrapping a bandage around the joint. You’re not sure if it’s the pain meds or the high from both of your confessions, but the pain has faded to a dull ache. When he fastens the final end of the bandage in place, he inspects it one last time before nodding. 

“That should do it.” 

You feel a little bolder, for just a moment as his eyes find yours again. “When… when we get back to base, I’ve got a bottle of spotchka in my tent. If you feel like spending some time together where we’re not being shot at.” 

Kix smiles. “I think I’d like that.” He pauses, looking around cautiously. Seemingly satisfied the two of you are very alone, he leans down and places a light kiss on your bandaged knee. “All better?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You giggle. “Yeah. At least able to walk.” He pulls you to your feet, and you search for something else to say, realizing your time together is coming to a close, and in a few minutes, you’ll be back with his brothers. “You know, I think a lot of you too, Kix. You’re a very skilled medic.” 

You kriffing idiot, could you be any more awkward? You fight the urge to clap a hand to your forehead. 

Kix winks at you, seemingly flattered nonetheless. “I’m skilled at other things as well, but you’ll have to wait until at least our third date to find out about those.” 

Your face burns, but you can’t hide your smile as the two of you make your way back towards the battle.

Thanks for participating in my 400 Follower Celebration!

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wooOKAY

I am... Shocked, more than a little confused, and incredibly Greatful

Thank you all so much for 400 followers

(Jeez, when did it go to 420?)

Anywayyyyy

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On request I will draw a little guy of your Ocs, however many you want from 1-5 (It'll be bad)

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If ten of you band together to ask for it, I will redo my conspiracy board

Free-write a short story based on a prompt you give me

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I will write out a whole scene for a WIP of your choice, with a mood of your choice

And I will make a personalized writing tips/WIP info post of anything (SFW) you ask for

Please pop your requests in my inbox, reblogs, or replies

And I'm always open for a conversation!!!!!1

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i have a ton of celebration asks scheduled!