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daddydixonscrossbow · 15 hours ago
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My own little blurb about writing reader into Season 2 Episode 4 | The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon, The Book Of Carol.
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!!! POTENTIAL SPOILERS BELOW !!!
“Go! Go!” You yell to Carol, waving her off, “I got these three!”
She nods, running off into the building. You let out a grunt as you kick the one walker back, stabbing the other with your knife.
The third comes up and you duck, spinning around to knock its leg out from under it, finish it off with your knife to its skull.
The third one falls to the ground, dead, and you take off running in the direction Carol ran.
“Hey, hey we gotta-“ you freeze in your tracks, seeing Daryl standing there was a shock. You almost felt like you were hallucinating, “W-wha-“
Daryl steps away from Carol and meets you halfway.
You fall into the embrace you never thought you’d feel again, but this moment right here, right now, is what made you happy as hell that you held onto that little sliver of hope.
“What are ya’doin’ here?” Daryl leans back, cupping your face with his hands as he sniffles, “Oh my god.” He pulls you back in, “Are y’good?”
He leans back out to examine the gash on your cheek but you swat his hands away, “I should be askin’ you that.” You reach up, running your thumb gently over his beat up face, “I knew you were still alive.”
“Yeah, yeah, m’still kickin’.” He shakes his head, quickly turning his attention to the gunshots growing closer, “C’mon.”
He looks back at Carol while giving your hand a squeeze, “We gotta move. Now.”
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Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋
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sugurusombereyes · 5 months ago
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nightmares, geto blurb
“can i come in?”
suguru stands naked in front of you, well not naked but you could practically see the smudges in the brushstrokes that painted him whole. he had tried to hide that side from you, the places of him that weren’t flawless to the eye but would shatter to pieces if you touched them.
“yeah of course.” you say carefully, letting the invisible light he carried with him pour into your dark dorm. the warmth and brightness he carried spilling out onto your floorboards that would creak with the times you circled your room confused with the thought of how you felt about geto.
you softly closed the door as he walked in, taking his pillow from his hands and throwing it onto your bed. this was a common occurrence for you. geto would show up at your door with his pillow and eye bags progressively getting worse as his nightmares went on. you wanted to wrap him up in all the warmth he had radiated on to you and cover him in the comfort of silence just being silence instead of the absence of rikas heartbeat.
“c’mere.” you softly murmur as you lay on your bed, motioning for geto come and lay next to you. it was hard to not pretend that you couldn’t notice getos deterioration, the same eyes that you once believed could light up a pitch black room had dimmed out. carrying less of the anger he held and more of a heroic grief that was too painful to even think of. you couldn’t not pester him, inviting him to outings or to silent walks that would say so much more than he would. you couldn’t pretend that you hadn’t memorised his outline, the lines in his palm and the creases that would show up whenever he would smile.
that smile.
“wanna talk about it?” he shakes his head no, moving his body closer to yours and resting his head on your chest. you hoped that he couldn’t hear your heart going at hundred miles per second or the hitch in your breathing pattern that matched his whenever you were together. (he noticed the skips in your heartbeat and thought of how the sound of the rhythm was worth holding on a little more for)
but what geto didn’t know was that you would stay up and count his breathing pattern. he didn’t know that you would grow daises in your lungs if he had told you that they were his favourite flower. he didn’t know that you would do anything that would make him feel okay again, because you didn’t know how to feel okay without him. but he was scared. he was scared that if he let you in he wouldn’t stop pouring, turning into an ocean of his memories and waves of the weird feeling that he disguised as being sick. but you wanted him to engulf you like the waves did once to you when you were young, you wanted him to soak you in the crimson liquid that he felt seeped from close wounds whenever someone would ask him how he was doing.
“why aren’t you tired of me yet?” he asked confused.
“how could i ever be tired of you?” you replied with the same amount of confusion, but this type wrapped around his cold bones and brushed a thumb over them; assuring them that you weren’t going anywhere.
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samandcolbyownme · 20 days ago
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A blurb where reader is secretly dating Chris and uses a fake account to mess with him while he’s on a stream with Matt
Warnings: swearing, secret dating, fluff
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You lean back against the headboard, a smile rested on your face as you have Matt and Chris’ livestream pulled up on the tv.
You finish setting up your burner twitch account with a giggle, and soon enough, crazy4chrispkreme has entered the chat.
You lay a hand over your mouth, tilting your head back as you try to control your laughter.
You let out a sigh, glancing from the tv down to your phone, Oh my god, the guy on the left is literally so hot.
You look back up at the tv, hoping for a reaction, nothing. So you type something else out, Chris!! Can I get a shoutout please!!!
And again, right after, Christopher! I love you sooo much please notice me!!!!!!!!
You bite your lip to stifle back your laughter when you see Matt lean into the screen, “What the fuck?” He laughs, reaching back to get Chris’ attention, “Do you see this?”
“See what?” Chris leans forward and Matt shakes his head, “Hold on, it went away. Just.. watch the chat.”
You give it a second, watching them both stare at the chat screen before you type out, Are you looking for my message?
Matt’s eyes go wide and he looks at Chris, “Did you see that?”
“You better not be talking about that fucking username.” Chris laughs and covers his face, “What the fuck.”
You giggle, Chris! Chris! I love you pleeaseeeee say something to me
At this point, there’s a few people telling you to chill out and to ‘calm your little fan girl ass down’, but you ignore it.
“What is up with these usernames chat.” Matt laughs, shaking his head, “They want you to say something to them.”
“I don’t..” Chris laughs, “I- just-“ he continues to laugh, “That’s actually crazy. Crazy four Chris-p kreme.”
You press your cheek into your shoulder, laughing before looking back at your phone, Ahhhh thank you I love you so much you have no idea my life has been made <3333
Chris raises his brows and leans back into the chair, “Glad I could help.”
But you don’t stop, Chris you’d be even hotter if you take your shirt off!!
And right after, come on! Don’t be shy! We all think you’re hot!
You press your hand to your mouth hard as you watch both of their reactions on the tv, “What the actual fuck..” Matt’s eyes widen and he sighs while shaking his head, “I’m going to have to agree with the other people here, you need to calm down.”
“I’m not taking my shirt off, why would- no. No.” Chris shakes his head and sighs, “What the fuck.”
Awww boooooo, you type, Why not????
User1: yoooo chill out
User2: seriously that’s so embarrassing, as a members of the sturniolo fandom, we don’t claim this bitch
User3: you have some serious issues you need to figure that out bro like seriously
You laugh, Fine, but I still think Chris is the hotter one out of the two.
Matt shakes his head and Chris crosses his arms, “I mean, I can agree to that.” He laughs and Matt rolls his eyes, “Why do you have to be weird?”
“I’m not, I’m just restating facts.” Chris laughs and you move around to get more comfortable, reading down over the chat as people try to explain to you that you can’t say that blah blah blah.
Christopher Owen, the man you are!!
God I wish I had the chance to date him, he looks like he would be a really good bf
Matt smirks, “Aw, Chris, they want a date. They think you’d be a really good boyfriend.” He looks at Chris and he smirks, “name a time and place.”
Your jaw drops as you laugh, swiping over to text Chris, name a time and place? Are you serious??
You go back to the twitch chat and watch the tv. He pulls his phone from his pocket and instantly starts to laugh, “Matt.”
Matt leans back, reading over your text and he gives Chris a look, “Uh oh.”
You type out the chat, Oh no!!! What’s going on?!
You watch as Chris taps on his screen before laying his phone face down in his lap. His text comes through and you laugh, shaking your head as you read it, You think you’re slick, huh?
You tap on it and text him back, What ever do you mean Christopher Owen, the man that you are??
You hit send and go back to twitch, the things I would let Chris do to me is astronomical, good lord
You giggle as Chris tries so hard to fight back a smirk as he reads your text. He leans forward to show Matt and his jaw drops, “Is that..”
Chris nods, “Uh huh.”
You type out in the chat, what’s going onnnnnn
Matt laughs and shakes his head, “Don’t you worry about what’s going on.”
Chris taps his screen and you sigh as you click on his text, the man I am, thinking my girlfriend is trolling me on a fake twitch account
You leave him on open and go back to twitch, typing out a message that only him and Matt will understand, why are you calling me a troll? I promise I’m a real person who just loves Chris sooooo much <3333
You lay your phone down and Chris stands up, “I’m going to grab a sweatshirt.”
Matt laughs and nods, “Alright.”
You look over at the door, watching as it opens and Chris walks in laughing, “Are you fucking serious?”
You shrug, locking your phone, “What?!”
“You’re actually the funniest fucking person ever.” He walks over and lays his body on yours, “I was so confused at first.”
You smile, pressing your lips to his as your fingers comb through his hair, “Hey, I have to have a little fun while you’re having fun.”
He laughs and peppers your face with kisses, “I love you.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, “but you don’t love my username?”
He buries his face into your neck and laughs, “How did you even come up with that?” You laugh and shrug, “May have remembered your old Snapchat username.”
“You’re ridiculous.” He smiles, tilting his head up, “But I love you.” He kisses your lips, “So much.”
“I love you.” You kiss him one last time before he stands up, “Wear the grey sweatshirt. I love you in that.”
“What so you can troll me harder?” He laughs as he pulls the grey hoodie off of the hanger, and you nod with a smile, “How’d you know?”
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Thanks for reading! I love you so much! If you want a Matt one or whoever, let me know! 🖤 catch you in the next one!
Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!
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pierregazly · 6 months ago
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soft for you ꨄ lance stroll
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lance stroll x reader
warnings: disgusting fluff, mention of crash [1018 words]
request: could i request 3 & 4 from the 🫶🏼 prompt list with lance? [3. SMILING during a kissss >>>>> and 4. the gaze that softens as soon as it lands on you.]
note: lance taking after his dad >>> relationships come before f1 >>> this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!
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He was pissed. Even without hearing his words, or knowing the whole situation, you could see it in his face. His eyebrows were pinched, the sarcastic roll of his eyes after every sentence that left his mouth, both stark examples of how genuinely angry Lance was.
It had been a nightmare of a season from the first race, anything that could go wrong, having gone wrong. You knew nothing you could say or do would truly change Lance’s perspective. The car wasn’t great, the strategy was poor, and little mistakes had begun piling up, the damage to his car worse and worse almost every race.
And the first race of the season you were able to attend? Another crash, another early end to Lance’s race. You couldn’t help the grimace that overtook your face as you watched him argue with one of the engineers, his hands flying up in the air in exasperation as another eye roll was visible from your spot across the room.
Multiple people were trying to avoid looking at the conversation currently taking place, not wanting to overstep or get anywhere near the line of fire once Lance finally made his exit from the room. You couldn’t help but stare at the situation, waiting for him to finally look up, to finally make eye contact with you.
It didn’t take him long to do so once he realized he had multiple eyes on him, his brown orbs locating your own just seconds later. His face, his mere gaze, softened almost immediately, any comment from his engineer going unheard and ignored as he simply nodded his head in response to whatever he was saying. You couldn’t help the small smile that began to form on your face as he walked towards you, leaving his mechanics and engineers to stew in their own anger and frustration.
Just another little thing you could always count on. He could be livid. He could be whipping his steering wheel across the room, or shouting at whoever would listen; but he would never allow it to enter your relationship. It was one thing you admired, one of so many things you loved about him. His career, his job, it was separate from your relationship and always had been.
He didn’t talk about racing when he was with you, didn’t talk about how poor the season was going or how miserable he was beginning to become. He would talk about it when you urged him to, not wanting him to bottle it up, not wanting him to feel as if you didn’t support him when he was at his worst. But he never let it effect your relationship, never let the anger mask his love for you, or the way he treated you.
Pulling you into his arms once he was close enough, you felt his chin rest gently on the crown of your head as a loud exhale left his body. His back muscles were tense, his body practically shaking in frustration as he squeezed you tighter, trying to take advantage of all the time he could get with you.
Pulling back, you watched the corners of his lips curve as he gazed down at you. Your grip on his bicep not letting up as you observed the influx of emotions cross his features. The defeat, the frustration, the misery; they were so prevalent at first, so raw as he tried to contain them. But before long, the emotions of devastation began to melt away. The small grin on his face not wavering as he looked down on you, practically delighted to see you, regardless of the outcome of his day.
“Bonjour, mon coeur. You look beautiful, as always,” he murmured.
Smiling up at him, you stood on your tiptoes so you could press a small kiss to his lips in gratitude for his words.
“Bonjour, my love. How are you? Are you okay? Are you sore? You’re very tense,” the onslaught of questions spewed from your lips, unable to contain them as you began looking him over.
The soft grip on your cheek was all you needed to glance back up into his eyes. A faint smile still graced his face as he gently ran his thumb across your cheek. A smile still graced his face as he leaned down to press his lips against yours, prompting your own lips to curve upwards as he did so. 
“I’m fine, mon coeur. A little sore, nothing I haven’t dealt with before. I just have to deal with some media, and probably some more yelling, and then we can get out of here, yeah? I can book us reservations for somewhere, or we can just get room service back at the hotel? Whatever you want.”
“Lance… if you want to talk about the race, we can. You don’t have to be so nonchalant about it, I know you’re not happy,” you said.
Shrugging his shoulders at you, his only response was to lean down and brush his lips against yours again, the curve of them still so prominent. The softness, the gentleness, the simple adoration so evident in his every action with you.
His lips touched yours before moving on to the tip of your nose, your cheeks, the skin below your ear; a smile gracing his lips with every kiss.
“I’m not happy, but not much I can do about it. I’m not going to let it determine my time with you, though. Work stays at work, no need to bring it back to the hotel with us. So, reservations, or hotel dinner?”
Before you could answer, Lance continued.
“Dinner in the hotel sounds like a good idea, I think. Room service and some reality television sounds like a good time to me, maybe cuddle up a little and ignore the world. What do you think?”
Pressing your lips against his with a large grin, your only response was a squeeze of his bicep and a nod of your head. If he wanted to escape the world and hold you all night? Well, all you could do was say ‘yes’. 
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just wanted to write something soft/loving so i hope y'all love this!!! thank you everyone for participating in my follower celebration and being lovely!!!
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hotwritergf · 7 months ago
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Soft touches. Eddie Munson x reader. Fluff. Blurb.
🍯 You had your face nestled into Eddie’s chest, the material of his shirt tucked up under your nose. Breathing in the smell of his cologne is sending you to sleep softly. His hands find your sides, rubbing his fingers up and down them so innocently. You can’t help but wriggle around under his touch, this wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have with your boyfriend. Sure he’d find out sooner or later but it was too embarrassing for you, once he does find out you’re sure he’ll be relentless with the information. Your ‘shameful’ secret was that you’re ticklish. Really ticklish.
You’ve seen Eddie attack his friends with the playful act before, watching on at the onslaught you were blushing the entire time, wanting the ground to swallow you up. You also knew that he was ticklish, Steve had wrestled him to the ground and squeezed at his hips plenty of times. Even signalling to you and saying ‘If he ever gets mouthy, just give him a squeeze.’ Eddie looked back at you and waved his finger as a warning, you’d never been brave enough to tickle him. Mainly because you knew he’d try it back.
You didn’t hate being tickled like everyone else seems to, but it made you shy. Something about it made you flustered, maybe the loss of control or the fact you were rendered to giggles and squeals. But deep down, it was because you knew you liked it.
Eddie notices you squirming under his touch, he pinches at your sides playfully. Experimenting with his new discovery, he drags his nails up and down your sides. Squeezing at your hips just like you’d seen happen to him before.
“Sensitive, sweetheart?” He coos down at you, trapping your arms under his knees so you can’t move. Eddie laughs along with you as he pokes up and down your ribcage. You erupt into laughter, twisting and wriggling from side to side as he continues his attack and you enjoy the moment of closeness with your boyfriend.
“Maybe.” You respond with a smile, lifting your head up to see him smirking down at you. With a gentle stroke to your hair he whispers, “I’m gonna getcha.” His voice teasing and soft, it’s playful. Innocent and carefree, something you crave during the constant stresses of life. It brings you out of the anxiety and into the moment. As much into the moment as you can be as you’re gasping for air through your laughter as he finds the soft spot on your neck.
You’re babbling, begging him to stop. “I’m barely touching you baby! You’re so ticklish.” He laughs along with you as teases as his nails softly scratch behind your ears. Looking down at you, Eddie notices the pink shade that’s flushed across your face, withdrawing both of his hands from your neck and replacing them onto the small of your back and kisses your head.
“Too cute. Can’t believe I haven’t done that sooner. This is valuable manipulation material!” His smile beams down at you, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing he’d found your dirty little secret if you could see that smile each time you were tormented by him. 🍯
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lnfours · 1 year ago
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SEQUEL TO HAUNTED W CONRAD! Where she finds out 👀👀
oh fuck. warnings: mentions of death, cancer and mental health
'haunted' | inbox
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you hadn't seen conrad at all the rest of the summer. it wasn't like you wanted to necessarily see him, either. what was there left to say anyway?
you had gotten to say bye to jere, steven and belly, but ignored conrad with a cold shoulder. you knew you were wrong, but he had hurt you. you couldn't help it.
this summer, the fishers didn't come to their beach house. steven, belly and laurel weren't there. for once in your entire lifetime, the house sat empty, and it only made your heart hurt more.
the icing on the cake was that your mom had seen a for sale sign in the front yard on her early morning jog that morning. the fishers and the conklins were never coming back, and you didn't know why.
you were laying out by the pool your family had put in over the spring, your phone buzzing on the little table next to you. you picked it up, reading the name at the top of your phone screen.
jeremiah fisher
you swiped it over, pressing the phone to your ear, "hello?"
"hey, y/n," you could hear his polite smile and the sound of wind in the background, "are you in cousins?"
you licked your lips, sitting up, "yeah, why? are you guys finally on your way?"
"no, uhm," jere said, "conrad is missing."
"what do you mean 'missing'?"
you heard belly's voice suddenly on the other end, "look, we checked brown already and his roommate said he talked about going to the beach. cousin's is the only beach conrad would ever go to. i know it's a long short, have you seen him or heard from him?"
you let out a shaky breath, "no, but i can check around the town for you guys, how far away are you?"
"couple hours out, still," jeremiah said, "i'll text you when we're crossing the bridge into town."
you nodded, speaking up when you realized they couldn't see you, "okay, i'll text you with updates."
"thanks a lot, y/n." jere said
"you're the best!" you smiled as belly sighed out of relief. you hung up with your friends, tugging your shorts on and slipping into your flip flops. you left the shorts unbuttoned, letting them sit lowly on your hips and your bikini bottoms sticking out from the top.
you made your way over to the fisher house, spotting conrad's car. you swallowed thickly as you walked up to the front door. you knocked, pulling your fist back as you sighed.
there was no answer.
you made your way through the gate and to the backyard. you looked around, a towel laying down on the grass next to the pool, but no sign of conrad. you thought of the last place he would be, walking over to the side of the house and grabbing jeremiah's surfboard. you made your way down to the beach, tugging your shorts off before you made your way into the ocean. you paddled out on jere's surfboard. you let the waves rock you back and forth as you watched conrad surf, smiling to yourself as he pulled off one of the tricks you had shown him. he looked over at you when you clapped your hands.
"nice job, fisher!"
you swore you almost saw a smile on his face as he paddled over to you. you smiled as he floated on his board next to you.
"hey," he said.
"hi," you said back, his hair wavy from the salt water, "didn't think you guys were coming this summer."
he nodded, sniffling as he looked out at the ocean, "yeah, we're... not really supposed to be here."
you looked at him confused, "what do you mean?"
he sighed, "i've got a lot to catch you up on."
you smiled as you squinted out at the waves, "well, i've got nothing but time. hit me, sea creature."
he laughed softly, remembering the nickname you had called him one drunken summer afternoon when he had seaweed all over him from surfing.
"talk over something to eat? i'm starving." he said. you nodded, following him as you both paddled to shore. you threw on your shorts and carried both of your pairs of flip flops as he carried the boards back. he hung them back up on the side of the house, tossing you a towel from the deck. you thanked him as he wrapped one around himself as well, the two of you heading inside.
it was scarily bare in the normally full of life summer house. there wasn't any food in the fridge or the pantry, there wasn't any of the clutter from siblings leaving their things behind. there wasn't the sound of belly and steven arguing in the living room over the tv, and jeremiah wasn't playing music up in his bedroom.
it was eerie. none of it felt like the home you were used to it being.
"i'm gonna order a pizza," he said, "still like your usual?"
you smiled, "yeah,"
he nodded, pressing the phone to his ear as he ordered. you played with your fingers as you waited for him to hang up.
"so," you broke the silence, "what's up? what is that you have to tell me?"
he let out a sigh, looking down at the floor, "my mom's cancer came back last spring. she died a couple months ago."
your eyes watered as you watched him look back up at you with glossy eyes. he continued, "i found out before everyone else and i couldn't tell anyone. that's why i was so shitty to you last year, i didn't know how to deal with loss when she wasn't even gone yet. i'm so sorry. for hurting you."
you wiped the tears from your eyes, getting up from your seat at the island. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a hug. he happily accepted your hug, holding you tight against his body.
"i'm so sorry, connie," you said, "i wish i had known sooner."
he let out a soft chuckle, "i thought you hated me."
you shook your head, brushing his hair from his forehead after you pulled away, "i could never hate you, conrad."
it was silent for a minute, "there's uh... there's more."
you raised an eyebrow, "there's more?"
he nodded, "i also found out that my dad had an affair the same day i found out my mom's cancer came back."
you shook your head, "what a fucking ass."
he nodded, "i know."
you sighed, "anything else happen?"
he let out a chuckle, "found out yesterday the house was going up for sale. apparently, when my mom died, my aunt julia got the house because my mom's half went to her. she wants to sell it and this is the only piece i have left of my mom. the only place that feels like home without her."
you watched as a small tear slipped down his cheek. you frowned, wiping it with the pads of your thumbs.
"c'mere," you said softly, his front breaking down as he nuzzled into your shoulder. you rubbed his back, your other hand playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.
"i'm sorry," he mumbled.
"no, you don't have to apologize," you said, "it's okay. you were going through all of this alone. i just wish you would've told me so you didn't have to."
he held you tighter, "i tried, i just couldn't."
you pulled back, lifting his head by his chin for him to look at you. you smiled, wiping more tears from his cheeks, "well, i'm not going anywhere now, okay?"
he nodded, smiling softly into your palm and pressing a gentle kiss on the skin there.
"i love you." he mumbled against your soft skin.
he finally said it back.
"i love you, con."
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specialagent-spencer · 2 months ago
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Spencer - *walks up to you* “Hey, great job on solving that case today, y/n.”
Y/n - *you look up at him with a smile* “Thanks, Spence. Couldn’t have done it without you.”
Spencer - *growing more nervous* “I was wondering, if you, um.. Dinner. Would you like to go to, dinner, with me?”
Y/n - *you tilt your head* “Is the sky blue?”
Spencer - “Well, actually it-“
Y/n - *you cut him off with a laugh* “Spencer, Spencer. I was saying yes, yes to dinner.”
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Thank you for interacting ♡
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lostalioth · 2 months ago
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Could you make Sam, Dean, or Cas(one or all whatever you feel like but I love Sam🫶) with like an alternative/goth person? I can describe me as an example, real short with fluffy purple mid-length hair, tons of piercings and genderfluid(uses all pronouns), with a slim thick but still more of a slim thick/chubby/muscular with great humor like Deadpool as you loved animals and horror games. I love going to concerts and art, anything creative and going to college for marine biology/zoology!
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩/𝘢𝘭𝘵!𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳
warnings: gender neutral!reader (or i did my best to), goth/alt!reader (if i failed at describing that im sorry as well), reader described to wear eyeliner/makeup and jewelry and piercings mentioned, short sweet fluff with sammy boy.
a/n: a couple things i did my best to write this as gender neutral as i could? i may have failed as i tpcially write x female reader but i tried and i didnt know exactly what you wanted me to write besides one of the supernatural boys with an alt/goth person so sorry its just a short headcannon :) also this is my frist time writing for any of the supernatural boys so im sorry if he is out of character.
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Sam loves to do your eyeliner for you on the days when you just don't feel up to it, your full makeup look often takes you a minute to complete. Of course as with everything Sam gets very dedicated to it and so he only does it after he has perfected it, not wanting to ruin your look with imperfect liner. Meaning sometimes it may just take longer in the end than if you did it on your own. You could care less though because as Sam does it, he will have a very soft grasp on your face and or neck the whole time. Softly caressing your skin with his thumb mindlessly in focus. The small action always makes your heart swell.
Plus: after almost 2 weeks of begging and endlessly promising to never show or tell Dean, he lets you do your signature eyeliner look on him. He wouldn't let you do your full regular makeup look on him but you were happy he even agreed to the eyeliner.
“Babe I promise you're gonna look so cool once I'm done” you gush with a small smile on your face. You had a hold on his chin to force his head still. You were currently sat on his lap in your shared room at the bunker, Him being sat on your vanity chair.
“You're lucky i love you princess” he chuckled softly and rubs his hands over your thighs, giving them a small squeeze as continue working on your masterpiece.
Speaking of your shared bedroom in the bunker, with your and Sam's combined wardrobes there was a severe lack of color. The both of you favoring black and darker colors.
You require attention from San often even when he is on one of his research deepdives. So Sam doing whatever he can to keep his girl happy worked it out that he will do his researching on the couch. That way you can lay out next to him with your head in his lap. He often finds himself playing and fidgeting with your necklaces or ear piercings, facial piercings, etc.
You have a darker sense of humor that tends to come out at inopportune moments on hunts. It never fails to break tension however and get a small laugh out of both the brothers.
Sam isn't all that big on PDA but loves giving you small random shows of affection, his hand rubbing your shoulder, a small squeeze of your hip in passing. His favorite though being small kisses of appreciation, reassurance, etc. though after a small and not entirely compliant of him messing up your makeup when he'd kiss your face and how it took you a long time. He began turning the small kissing habit into kissing your hand, the top of your head, your shoulder, anywhere but your face when you had your full makeup look on.
When you’d tag along on hunts with the boys Sam bought you a small vial necklace that matched all your other jewelry for you to wear and fill with holy water. Just in case you needed it.
The brothers also found out the hard way that when you're fully dressed up in your gothic/alternative look on hunts the three of you are often turned away at churches. You learned to pack a more normal outfit to switch into if it's necessary to step foot in church. You also easily overheat with your all black clothing. Sam started always keeping the AC on in the impala, at least when he's in the driver's seat that is.
Sam finds himself tracing or kissing your anti-possession tattoo that you had gotten alongside them. You don't often go on hunts with them, Sam being far too worried and nervous about your well being. He's concerned you'll get hurt even not out on hunts so he was relieved when you agreed to get the tattoo when they did. He wants nothing more than for you to be safe and happy.
“I will always protect you baby you know that right?” Sam questions softly as his finger traces around your shared tattoo and any others you have.
“I know that sweet boy” you smile fondly at your boyfriend and snuggle closer in his arms.
→ a/n: PLEASE LEAVE ME FEEDBACK AND HOPE YOU ENJOYED BABES AND SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS THIS WASNT PROOF READ :)
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skullvgirl · 29 days ago
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𝜗𝜚 thinking about a polycule with reo, nagi and yourself. a polycule where you and nagi are introduced through reo and somehow ( in his eyes end up closer too each other than too him. ( which was not supposed too happen btw, he wanted to control the both of you separately but things glt out of hand )
too make matters worse you and nagi have so mamy classes together your practically joined at the hip. eventually ( and unsurprisingly to reo ) the two of you start dating and man reo is seething. he ignores the both of your for a good long while, declaring you as a traitor for dating hus bestfriend and nagi a homewrecker for stealing his crush.
umbeknownst to the two of you, both you and nagi had been under the assassumption you and reo had been dating this whole time. the only reason the two of you seemed "closer" was because you amd nagi were new too each other and wanted too get a feel of how things were before fully diving in. you and nagi didn't know what to do, reo was adamant about ignoring you both a seemed too be making alot of new friends while the two of you were gone.
across the hall you a nagi could see a girl talking to reo with the most annoying voice, squeaking something out about they could "meet up" and "get to know each other", luckily the purple haired boy didn't look too impressed and looked like he was going to shoot her off beforenagi stepped in.
"he'd never date someone like you ya know. reo only likes things that are hard too get. you sound way too easy."
the girls eyes widened and before she could think of a comeback you pushed her out of the way and into reo presence.
"piss off will you, nagi's right. he's only into us, right reo?" you glanced up at him, almost desperate too see what he was thinking. he said nothing and was going too turn to leave before nagi blocked his path, leaning in closer to reos face.
"answer her or I wont let you leave. i cant go any longer without knowing if you still want us or not."
reo's nose flared and he crossed his arms in a fit. "if i still want you, that should me my line. your the ones the abandoned me for yourselves. dont come running back now like you actually want something to do with me." reo looked away from the both if you and you shook you confused.
"but reo, i don't understand, we were all fine untill me and nagi started..well ya'know..and now your all mad, what happened?" you asked innocently, nagi nodding along with you.
"it's not because started dating, it's because well..." reo glanced at you and nagi, gulping at the intense looks you were giving him, his eyelids fluttering when you placed a hand on his chest.
"because...?"
reo blushed when nagi took his hand, rubbing his knuckles between his thumbs. "because..."
you inched closer too him, sliding between so that you were pressed on his chest and nagi was pressed too your back. nagi's head resting on tbe crook of your neck. "i..."
he glanced at the both of you, his heart suddenly filled with guilt, and remorse for not soeaking too you for so long. "I cant remember..." he mumbled, shivering when you took his neck into yours hands and leaned closer towards him.
"then start talking too us again would you please? we miss you." you moved in further and you were about to kiss his lips before he slammed his palm on your soft lips.
"b-but, you guys. i cant, arent the two of you..?" he glaced too nagi, nervously waiting for a sour expression too be apprent on his face, but there was none.
"tch, reo, reo, reo you've become such a hassle nowadays havent you figured it out already?"
he couldn't process this right now, your hands on his neck, nagi's face so close too his, all the breathing, the bodies. he couldnt handle it.
"figured what out.."
nagi rolled his eyes and for once, decided to take the lead. he pressed his lips against reos, slowly dipping his tounge in his bestfriends mouth before letting go with a soft 'mmtch' sound he loved too hear. reo's eyes were wide like saucers, and suddenly, something clicked.
"you mean—"
"took you long enough, now can i kiss you please? nagi stole the spotlight..."
you didn't have too ask twice.
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sturniolohoes · 2 months ago
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no because imagine coming home to Matt after having a reaaally bad day
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You’d come home, throw your stuff to the ground and Matt would sit up after hearing the commotion and he would instantly be able to read the room.
You’d walk over to him, his arms would already be open and waiting to embrace you in the hug you’ve been needing all. damn. day.
“Rough day?” He’d ask and all you would do is nod. He’d lay back, pressing kisses to your cheeks as he cuddles with you on the couch.
He’d ask what happened and when you’d tell him that people were just rude and downright nasty, he would scoff, “Assholes, fuck’em all.”
You’d giggle, trying to stay in a bad mood but he would add to it, “did I hear a laugh? Huh?” You would turn your head, trying to keep a grumpy face while fighting a smile and he would peck your lips, asking if you were hungry.
Even though you’d say no, he would still order your favorite food from your favorite place because he knows you.
He would just spend the rest of the night cuddling you, telling you how much he loves you and how proud he is of you and he would just be your everything.
Your calm to the storm.
Your home.
Your rest.
Your heart.
Your absolute safe place.
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whoreforwolverine · 2 months ago
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Logan - *Catches you staring at his hands* “Don’t the claws scare you, princess?”
Y/n - *smirking as you shake your head* “No, they’re more of a turn on, actually.”
Logan - *Flicks his brows up and tilts his head* “Alright then.”
Y/n - *tilts head* “what? Does that scare you?”
Logan - *chuckling as he walks over to you* “No, no. Not at all.”
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daddydixonscrossbow · 2 months ago
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*Daryl is teaching you how to shoot his crossbow*
Y/n - *aiming at the target* “So.. like this?”
Daryl - *walking up behind you* “Yeah, basically, you just..” *he lays his hand on yours, moving your fingers down* “keep them down, or it’ll take’em clean off, a’right?”
Y/n - *glancing back at him* “Then I just.. shoot?”
Daryl - *places his hands on your hips and turns them* “Make sure your feet are planted, but I mean, if ya ever need-“
*you shoot, hitting the target right in the center*
Daryl - *scoffs* “You’ve shot before, haven’t ya?”
Y/n - *smiling as you hand him his bow back* “I just wanted you to put your hands on me.”
Daryl - *takes his bow and pulls you in by the waist* “Why didn’t ya jus’say so, hmm?”
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Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋
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trashbag-baby666 · 7 months ago
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47 on the sensory prompt with Clegan
Pls enjoy this little Clegan wedding Drabble :3
47, singing as loudly as possible
The music stopped and the dance floor opened up, Curt dragged out a chair to the center of the floor.
Gale stood there with his eyebrows upturned and his lips pursed, fear swarming him as John had a microphone in one hand and reached out for his hand with the other.
He knew what was coming.
John led him over to the chair sitting him down, “I wanted to do something extra special for the love of my life. Hit it guys!” John pointed over at what Gale was now recognizing as people from John’s marching band days. Including Babyface and Quinn. The instrumentals of Blue Skies began to play. He watched as John took in a big breath of air.
“Never saw the sun shining so bright! Never saw things going so right! Watching the days hurrying by, when you’re in love my how they fly! Blue days, all of them gone nothin’ but blue skies. From now on!” Johns voice carried through the small venue.
Gale let the toothy grin spread on his face, his cheeks turning bright red. He rubbed his brow line, he loved John so much. Bad singing and all.
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samandcolbyownme · 1 month ago
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Just thinking about sitting outside on your porch with Matt, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you watch him hand out Halloween candy to each kid that comes running up with their bags and buckets with so much excitement.
No warnings at all, just pure a fluffy snippet/blurb
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“Trick or treat!”
“Whoaa! Nice costume buddy!” Matt smiles, reaching out to drop the candy into his bag, “Here you go! Happy Halloween!”
You smirk, smiling at the little girl that comes running up to you, “Trick or treat!”
“Look at you! You look beautiful!” You smile, letting her pick out a piece of candy, “Happy Halloween!”
You glance over at Matt who is sitting there looking at you. You smile shyly, “What?” He shakes his head, “Nothing, just.. thinking..”
He turns his attention to the group of children running up giggling, “And who do we have here? A firefighter, a power ranger and someone who has the same costume as me!”
“You’re a cowboy, too!?” The child asks, “Where is your hat?”
“My hat? Oh, yep. I forgot I took it off.” Matt looks around, grabbing his cowboy had from beside him, “Here we go, how about that?”
The child smiles and nods, “I like it!”
Matt smiles big and drops some candy into their bags and buckets, “Have fun tonight, kids!”
“So..” you rest your chin in your hand, your elbow on the armrest of the chair, “You were.. thinking.. about?”
He sighs, “what it’ll feel like to take our own kids trick or treating someday. what they’ll want to be.” He shrugs, shaking his head with a slight laugh, “It’s dumb.”
“It’s not stupid, Matt.” You stand up, moving your chair closer to him, “In fact, I think it’s really sweet that you’re thinking about a future with me.”
He looks over at you, giving you a smile and he sighs, his tone going into country mode, “Aw shucks, darlin’ why don’you, bring those lips over here t’mine.”
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Thanks for reading. I love you so much. Catch you in the next one! 🖤
Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!
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stardustluvs · 1 year ago
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Hi, I loved your writing for Nolan✨️✨️
Is your order open? If not, you can disregard this ask
my idea: after recording "7 days drifting at sea" Nolan arriving home and just wanting to rest his girlfriend. I need more Nolan stuff! he is so funny and cute
Fighting Sleep - Nolan X Reader
Word Count: 838
Pairing: Nolan Hansen x fem!Reader
Summary: What the req says
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Am I the Nolan blog yet?
Requests are open! || masterlist
It had already been nearly an hour since Nolan’s been home, and he was visibly exhausted. You couldn’t really blame him either. He had been gone a whole week on a raft in the middle of the sea, and you hadn’t really had a way to keep in contact with him.
He hugged you for what felt like ten years, not that you were complaining, the second he saw you.
It was probably the longest you two had been apart since you started going out, and it was only for a week, which really spoke volumes. Who was to blame you though? You were basically attached at the hip. You had been invited to nearly every video set, and it was very rare that you declined, just because you wanted to be near Nolan.
You did however, decline the offer for this video. It didn’t appeal to you at all and you had no desire to drift at sea for a week, not when you had your own things to tend to here at home. You didn’t even really want Nolan to go, but for whatever reason, he accepted Jimmy’s offer.
Currently it was going on eight pm, and the house fell silent as you laid cuddled up with Nolan in your shared bedroom. A movie played softly on the TV, but you were positive neither of you were paying attention. He was too busy running a hand through your hair gently, or whispering to you about how much he missed you.
“I wish you were there, but I’m also glad you weren’t,” He laughed softly.
You tilted your head up a little to look at him. You moved up slightly to kiss his cheek.
“I’m glad I wasn’t there either,” You responded, poking fun at the fact that you knew it could not have been enjoyable, judging by the fact that Nolan just seemed so drained.
“Why don’t you sleep, you’re tired,” You told him.
He just shook his head, “I just want to lay here with you,” He replied, trying to hide the fact that he yawned almost immediately after.
You gave him a knowing look but decided to not push, knowing that he’d be out like a light soon enough. You were just waiting for it to happen.
He kissed the top of your head before you snuggled back up to his chest. You wished he never left, and you were just so glad to have him back in your space.
His arms which had been wrapped around your body squeezed you lightly. If you hadn't known that he was tired before, you would have figured he was exhausted by now.
You glanced up at him again, watching him fight sleep. You noticed the way his eyes would shut for a few moments before he would open them again, over and over.
"Sleep, Nol..." You whispered, "I'll still be here in the morning," You reassured.
"No, I'm fine, I wanna stay up with you for a bit longer," He insisted, shifting a little as a way to try to keep himself awake.
"From what I heard, you barely slept at all this week, don't keep yourself exhausted," You said, offering a slight laugh at the end of your sentence, trying to prove how ridiculous he was being.
He just shook his head and you rolled your eyes, "Tell me about your week," He said.
"Just hung around, missing you. Wondering why on Earth you wanted to do this video," You teased.
He knew it definitely was not a video for everyone, but he appreciated the challenge and knew it couldn't be so bad as long as his friends had been there with him. He did feel a little iffy about drifting at sea with no way to expect what would happen next, but Jimmy had reassured him at least twenty times that everything would be completely under control.
Well, everything but the weather.
The weather was the worst part, and he's surprised he didn't end up sick from being out in the rain like that, or even the heat.
"I missed you too, a lot," He replied, "I'm glad I get to be home now."
You were glad too. If you could, you'd never let him leave your side, but that was unrealistic, and you refused to be that kind of girlfriend. He reminded you of how he appreciated you nearly every day.
After a few beats of silence, you noticed the way his breathing slowed. You felt his arms loosen around your body, and you smiled to yourself.
You smiled softly at him before reaching down and pulling the blankets over the two of you a little higher. You shifted slightly, getting comfy before shutting your eyes.
Honestly, you hoped he'd never leave for something like that again, but you knew it was inevitable, and as long as was enjoying himself. Though, you didn't quite see the appeal in drifting in open water for a week straight, but to each their own.
"Goodnight, Nolan."
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hotwritergf · 7 months ago
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De-stressing. Eddie Munson x reader. Blurb. Fluff
☁️ Your laying on face down on Eddie’s chest. Burying your face in his body hair, inhaling all the faint scent of weed and his cologne. Your arm draped over him and up into his hair as you twiddle with his curls. Eddie’s nails trailing up your back, swirling over your freckles and dancing over the birthmark on your right side that’s somewhat shaped like a crescent moon. Eddie always said it matches his circular birth mark, something about you and him making a full moon together. “Feeling better now little love?” He whispers into your hair, you can feel his hot breath on your head as he speaks. You groan in response, not wanting to verbalise everything you feel right now. It’s much too hard to communicate how his nails on your skin feel like home and his general ‘Eddie-ness’ calms all of the anxiety that builds up in your body throughout the day. “I’ll take that as a yes” Eddie chuckles, you feel his belly rise up and down from his laughter, shaking you around slightly. You’ve always loved his laugh, it’s loud and care-free. His giggles are bubbly and joyous and you just wish you could listen to that sound all day long. Today was stressful and this princess treatment was exactly what you needed and Eddie knew that, he has some sixth boyfriend sense when it comes to your needs. Your eyelids feel heavier with every blink you take and you mentally thank yourself for washing your makeup off before snuggling up with Eds. “Off to bed, sleepyhead” Eddie speaks before kissing your temple and nuzzling his nose back into your hair. You grunt once more and let him tease your spine some more. This was definitely the way to de-stress. ☁️
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