#THIS IS SO DARLINGGGG

[baylardo]

CULLUH GOT DAD CORED IM SCREECHING OOFURURGRGGHHGHH 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[fonziqor]

dearest (happy birthday!)

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

lining up to see miles and look who i spotted 💖

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #787

Boxy and Joker were ex comedians that worked together and bantered on open mic nights.

[planet4546b]

making myself emotional about samira saturadya. once again

[softshuji]

Just spoke to a guy on the phone for work and he called me darling while I was speaking to him and I zMdkdmekwkwfnmfmfnfnfnfjdowowkwmfkwkqjdejeowjskemeoqkwe

[madwickedawesome]

today was so awful but im on a HIGH from my ability to do the tveit opt up without strain. u guys have NO IDEA

[wiltingg4rden]

waking up to my sister playing what i can describe as. haunted circus music and then yelling ??

[meliilem]

Right like should have been me knife fighting w him to the death😔😕

i love you my crazy crazy husband

[melon-fodder]

This might just be me being an elder emo but radio by alkaline trio still gives me such a visceral feeling to this day

[draconic-desire]

THE NAIVE DARLINGGGG

I can imagine darling crying into Sunday.. at first refusing going to home, expressing her insecurities. So when Sunday drags her back, she just pleads with Sunday. All darling wants to to serve at least some purpose to Sundays life. She begs Sunday to let her cook for him .. or in her sobbing fit shr muttered how even having Sundays baby would serve some usefullness.. Darling didnt want to seem like a burden to Sunday..

At the mention of babies, Sunday gets the idea of how sweet little children will tie darling to him forever

The baby will come out a lil skrunkly , in a cite way of course <3 a fat plump baby who looks like a dumpling with chicken wings attached to the back of its ear :"(

sunday would 1000% babytrap his darling at some point, you cannot convince me otherwise. but if YOU came to HIM about it? girl bye you’re done for

Yan!Sunday x Fem!Reader

warning: nsfw thoughts from sunday, mentions of pregnancy

After Sunday leads you back home, it doesn’t take long for your thoughts to spiral again.

Walking through the halls of the spacious pavilion, eying the grandeur that is Sunday’s home, pondering his status as the head of the Family…you start to wonder what you bring to the table.

He claims he loves you, that you are unique and irreplaceable, but what does that really mean? You have no money, wealth, or fame, no notable skills that could contribute to the Oak Family lineage.

Well, except…

Your hand falls to your abdomen. It’s something Sunday has mentioned in passing, the need for an heir, the desire to expand his family, but you never thought he meant doing so with you. But perhaps…?

Your head shakes violently, and you turn to wipe away a stray tear. How foolish of you. Sunday doesn’t keep you around for that sort of thing. His hier will be delivered from a queen, befitting of the same status as him, and not some nobody like you.

Like always, Sunday is more attentive than you give him credit for.

He thinks it’s cute, how naive and oblivious you are sometimes. Except when he notices that this time, you are attempting to hide your crying behind the palm on your hand.

“(Y/n), my love, what troubles you?” He gently pulls your hand away from your face and instead turns you to face him.

Seeing him like this, his tender gaze trained on your form alone, suddenly makes you burst into tears.

“S-S-Sunday,” you sob, “please let me help! I’ll do anything!”

He blinks, confusion written across his features. “Help? With what? (Y/n), it’s been a long day, let me take you to bed—”

You clasp his hands in your own, looking up at him with (e/c) eyes brimming with tears. “Please, don’t throw me aside for someone else. I-I promise I’m not a burden. You need an heir, right? So please, let me carry that responsibility.”

He inhales sharply, his amethyst pupils dilating.

…Did he hear you correctly?

You want to have his child?

Sunday momentarily forgets how to breathe.

Oh, how he has fantasized about this very scenario; it has taken all of his willpower to hold back, to fool you into believing his charming, domestic mannerisms, when he truly wishes to claim every part of you, to brand himself upon every inch of your flesh. Lovely, beautiful, naive little you would never expect the dark desires hidden beneath the surface.

In reality, the thought of you begging for his seed permeates his waking and sleeping dreams. He’s lost track of the amount of nights spent with his hand around his cock, picturing your tight cunt wrapped around it instead.

Never would he have imagined you in this position willingly, practically on your knees for him, desperate for his cum, for his child growing in your belly. The idea arouses him more than you can ever know, and he has to shift to hide his growing erection.

Instead, he scoops you into his arms and nuzzles his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent. Oh, how lovely you’re going to smell when you’re glowing and round with his heir! He imagines how adorable his Halovian child will be, and how he wishes to pin a pair of wings behind your ears as well—a matching set for father, mother, and child.

The wings are, of course, the very ones ripped from your own back—you’re just too entranced by Sunday to notice it was he who plucked them from you to begin with.

And now, Sunday is through with holding back. You’re going to be fully and irrevocably his, tied to him forever. Like a fly landing on a venus trap, your own actions seal your fate. You don’t have a moment to react before the jaws of the predator swallow you whole.

“How could I deny you, my angel?” he coos, pacing towards the bedroom as he begins to pry at the buttons of your top. “And what better time to begin than the present, hm?”

[bitterbutblue]

zhu yuan angst

wait for me to come home ☆ zhu yuan x reader

~ my birthday present for zhu yuan is her girlfriend dying ~

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"So dinner at.. where again?"

"Waterfall soup?"

"Waterfall.. oh, the place near Random Play?"

"Mhm!"

"What time?"

"Uh.. I get off work at five-thirty, let's say six?"

"Great, see you there, baby."

"Ah- don't say that!"

"Why not?"

"It's embarrassing..."

"We've been dating for three years?"

You laugh at your girlfriend's flustered rambling- something about it being more embarrassing when she's at work or whatnot. You really weren't listening. Her voice always puts you under some sort of spell, where you become this lovey dovey, annoyingly sappy version of yourself. You have a stupidly lopsided grin on your face as she mumbles about how she should get back to work but she's so excited to see you tonight.

"Love you, Zhu Yuan!"

"Ack- don't...love you too." she mumbles the last part out quickly and quietly, but then quickly sends a follow up text after:

from: my officer <3:

I'm so sorry!!!

I love you sosososososo much

It's embarrassing to say it out loud in front of my coworkers...

I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu

to: my officer <3

love you most, my darlingggg <3

You just giggle at her texts before putting your phone away.

If you knew what was going to happen next, you probably would've written her a note or recorded a voice message for her- tell her how much you truly love her, how she was everything to you. But you don't really have time to do all that. You really only have a three second window between staring down at a car way past the speed limit and dying.

You hope she knows that your last thought was her.

She waits at Waterfall Soup at 6 on the dot- like you agreed on. She hums to herself, starting awkward conversations with General Chop and bidding Belle and Wise farewell as they finish their meal. She stands and stands, fidgeting with the sleeves of her jacket and clicking at random apps on her phone. The minutes continue to pass, one by one, but you still don't show up. She sighs, trying to push down the disappiontment as she fires you another text.

to: my girlfriend !! <3

Where are you?

Everything okay?

Another ten minutes pass, nothing.

to: my girlfriend !! <3

Hello?

Did you forget?

She started to grow annoyed- at the end she decides to call you. The phone rings, rings, rings... and nothing. She groans, pushing her phone into her pocket. She's tired and hungry. She calls you again, and again. By the third failed call, her annoyance turns into worry. She begins feels her stomach churn as she goes through all the possibilities of what might've happened to you- maybe your phone just died. Surely, your phone just died, right?

She calls your closest friend, Grace or something. She doesn't pick up either. Now she actually feels like she should be panicking. Grace refuses to pick up, and she keeps calling until a different line comes in- she doesn't recognise the number but in her line of work any call can be important. She sighs, groaning frustratedly as she picks up.

"Hello-?"

"Is this Zhu Yuan?"

"Yeah?"

"This is New Eridu Hospital. You were listed as an emergency contact for..."

They said your name.

Your name.

Human language was created so that people could communicate, people could plan, organise, discuss. But the human language also has this incredibly ability to make you feel, and it's truly inrcedible how a few words can cause your entire world to shatter into nothing.

"She's not going to make it."

"What?"

Her own voice is shaky, quiet. She can barely hear herself. She feels her blood run cold, her hands shaking as the tips of her fingers grow as cold as ice. She swallows, shaking her head.

"What?"

"You should-"

She doesn't even let them finish, she's already hailed a cab off the street. The entire time she has to fight the sickening urge to throw up, her heart is beating in her chest and she can't breathe. She wants to beg the taxi driver to go faster but there's only a certain speed they can reach up to before they literally break the sound barrier. By the time she arrives at the hospital, she doesn't even bother waiting for change. She throws down a wad of cash and runs- dashing through the doors of the hospital. The bright lights and the stench of disinfectant hits her like a truck

"Hello? I'm here to see-"

"Zhu Yuan?"

She freezes. She recognises that voice- Grace. Seated next to her was her sister, Koleda. Grace's eyes were red as she wipes at the tears on her face.

"Grace? Grace, where is she, is she okay?"

Grace just breaks down into sobs and she already knows the answer to the question. She can feel her knees going weak, collapsing to the floor. Koleda rushes up next to her, her own voice hoarse and raspy as she wraps a comforting arm around Zhu Yuan.

"I'm sorry." Koleda hushes out, but she can barely focus.

All she can do is stare ahead, tunnel visioning as she feels every ounce of her being slowly crumble- each piece slowly being torn off or chipped away as Grace echoes back what happened earlier that day. You had gotten hit by a car soon after she had just gotten off from work, and there was little to no chance of survival. It was a miracle you even made it to the hospital alive, but Zhu Yuan wasn't fast enough. Fuck, not even Grace was allowed to see you because it was that fucked up.

She just stays on the ground, refusing to move. Zhu Yuan felt sick just thinking about it, her breathing shallow as she watches the life she's built turn into just a memory right in front of her eyes. She watches her future turn into the past, her life diverge from what it was supposed to be into a new unknown. She watches you fade, she can still feel your smile against her neck when she hugs you close. She can still feel your kisses against her cheek after a long day of work but it's only a feeling now.

It'll only stay a feeling now.

She never even got to see your body. She never got to hold your hand for the last time- only watching as they lowered you to the ground. It never felt real until that day. The day she watched you, in a box, lower into nothing but a ditch and she wails. She begs them to stop and she begs you to just wake up. She cries, screaming for you to wake up- just wake up. She hopes this is all some sick and fucked up prank but the box just lowers and lowers- until you become nothing more than a memory. Your texts become nothing more but a reminder, your photographs are nothing but taunts.

from: my girlfriend!! <3 (sent 5 days ago)

u r my world zhu yuan

missed u

excited to see u soon!

last seen 5 days ago

[starliights-shining]

Hi! I hope you're not busy, but can i request Bayverse Ironhide x female reader (russian if you could) who is a bit grumpy medic but is soft towards Ironhide and has russian nicknames for him. Free to refuse but if you chose to write this Good luck✨❤️

Hi Darlingggg!!!! I hope youre having a good day. I'm terrible sorry this is like almost a year later. I couldn't come up with a story plot that was worth the length and time. SO here's some headcannons about grumpy female medic and Ironhide.

Ironhide likes to think your grumpiness is cute. The way your brows knits together and your optics focus on something in your servos.

He loves the way your grumpiness alwways shows when working with the other autobots.

Everyone points out the stark contrast of your interactions with everyone and Ironhide. To the point where sometimes Bee gets Ironhide to ask you questions out of fear your optics.

They'll laugh when you were just mumlbing under your breath about something and then trun right around and smile at Ironhide when he says something.

Ironhide used to say he never noticed it, but recently since the Autobots arrival on Earth, he's able to really see and tell the difference with you. Its almost like you got grumpier when you arrived on earth.

He's also noticed your vocalizer sounds different. Your voice is cold towards your co-worker Ratchet. Your words roll differently than anyone elses, your e's now have a y put in their somewhere and your r's roll a lot more than they used too.

He remembers when you first reuinted that you sounded cold but felt warm. Your metal plating was like heated and your voice was deeper but soothing. You often mumbled another luange to yourself. Espically when transformered. It thought it was nice.

You were you to him, but you everyone else you were a grumpy you. Rougher tone and sharper words to others, epsically decpitcons, Thats when he noticed your insults were differnet. Harsher sounding than your original ones. He made a notice to ask you about it but always forgets until this last time.

Your voice came at him with the same warmth it always has. Your optics not even looking at him as you spoke. "Сладкий(sweetie) can you had me that." Your free servor pointing at a tool he's never seen before, But before his own servor starts to move he catches what you just called him. He stops for a second. Helm swivle to look at you over his shoulder plating. HIs one optic staring whole into your helm.

"What did you just call me?"

His voice wasn't aggressie or hard, he had a curiouse nature to it. Actually wanting to know what you called him. He saw you smile a bit from his place The corners of your mouth curving slightly.

"Sweetie, Do you not like it?"

Your question didn't need an actual answer. You knew he liked it. He's always enjoyed the little pet names you give him. Even the basic Cybertronian ones he enjoys. It sends a jolt to his spark, but this one made his entire frame zap. His servos almost feeling numb to its own touch.

"I never said I didn't like it. It's just differnt."

His servos handed you the tool you asked for. watching as you repaired whatever Bee was needing for his visor.

You gave the fighter bot a light tap on the helm, tellling him hes good as you sighed. He saw your shoulder plates losen when Bee walked out.

Ironhide made his way to you, servo resting on your lower back. He can see you soften for him. Optics whirling into a soft look as you took in his pressence. You could vivildly feel your spark humming with his touch.

"I think I prefer your new pet names."

He smiled, watching as you lighten up and think about all the names you can call him.

"How about Котенок(cat). Your optics looked for anything that said no in his face plating. He just looked at you waiting for you to explain.

"It means cat, cuase you my little grumpy black cat."

You spoke, smiling bright at him and placing a servo on his chasis.

"I think your more of the grumpy Котенок, than me"

HIs attempt at saying the name was funny to you, his face contorting as he tried his hardest tp pronouce the word correctly, but failed horribly. You just laughed at him, your optics closing at you basked in him, Your grumpy large weapons specialist.

[supermarketbae]

Hello!

Could you do a cute Billy Hargrove x fem reader were they are secretly dating and the party are slowly figuring it out. Like max is confused why Billy is being a lot nicer. Eddie, Steve, and robin wants to know who keeps calling reader when they hangout at her house.

You can write the end however you like! Love your writing! Have a great day!

OMGGGG THANK U SO MUCH LOVE!! (also i'm back taking class courses again so sorry if I've responded late. bAcK To SchOOl FolKs *nerdy goth noises* this can be read as a part three but its fine on its own.

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

What's Best?

Naughty and not so nice the series

The sun had just set, leafless trees casting long shadows around the warm room as their spindly woven branches wafted softly against the windows a sound accompanied by joking and stupid dares. Your friends were oblivious to the sun starting to sink below the horizon. Everyone was happy to finally find some time to hang out together. How late it was getting was a small, trivial matter that was forgotten in the spirit of laughter and much needed relaxation. Max was thoroughly appalled when Billy made no objection in bringing her along to your house, and you thought she had keeled over when, instead of leaving he walked right in with her.

Robin glanced at you questioningly through the night. But you paid it no mind. Billy was starting to be roped into your little group of misfits, and there was nothing you would rather have more. "Soooo what's this talk I hear of my little baby having a boyfriend?" Eddie drawls smacking your butt playfully as he grabs a coke from the counter "Never thought you'd have it in you doll." he continues smirking sarcastically. Your heart shudders for a beat as you subtlety make eye contact at Billy from across the room, you scowl gently as you see his shoulders shaking in silent laughter "Bitch." you say pointedly turning back to Eddie to slug him in the shoulder.

"Wonder who he is, since you practically skip when the phone rings." Eddie smiles grabbing at your hair musing it up. "I do not!" you say wide eyed a light blush settling on your cheeks. You don't dare to look at Billy again to see his reaction. But to your relief, your embarrassment falls on deaf ears as the others continue enjoying themselves. You lean back on the counter as you watch the sight before you; Nancy and Robin talking together on the couch, Robin blushing lightly as she talks animatedly, Nancy grabbing her arm. Dustin, Mike, El, Will, and Max geeking out about some intricate thing. You find yourself smiling softly, blissfully unaware of Billy's approach behind you, that is until strong arms wrapped discreetly around your waist.

"What's up doll." his gravelly mumble tore at your chest causing your heart to constrict. "Nothing much, handsome," you whisper back voiced honeyed but still drooping low. "hands to yourself while you're at it too." you chide teasingly, pinching lovingly at his forearm. Your giggle echoes louder when Billy nips at your shoulder. The sound traveled sharply, catching the attention of your observant friend, Max glances up briefly surprised at the sight of you. She cocked her head in elegant confusion noticing Billy's usually scowling face in a radiant grin. Even more so that he was that close to you.

You caught her eye. A silent promise lay in them.

A soft smile.

She wanted what was best for him too.

And as she watched his face crinkle in laughter as you kissed his cheek secretively, she knew that you were, inevitably, what was best.

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AHHHHHHH im sososososoossoso sorry i started up classes and OMLLLLL @unamused-boss thank you so much for requesting and I hope this brought your idea justice mllll thank you darlingggg

[mochinomnoms]

Made by @hanatata98 and i cant help but thing about how adorable it is. He's so happy about someone asking for his help and i love it, he wants to be someone you can rely on. He wants to be needed.

HE'S MY DARLINGGGG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH KALIIIIIMMMMMMMM

I WANNA GIVE HIM SO MANY KISSES AND LOVE ON HIM HE'S MY DARLING MI AMOR MI CARIÑOOOOOO

He wants to be a dependable guy!! So what if he's a little clueless? He's gonna try his hardest to help you out and I just love him so much aaaaaahhah

[venear-tmblr]

BAM! im hyperfixating on dead gay wizards from the 70’s so im assigning FableSMP characters Marauders;

Sirius; Icarus. (DARLINGGGG,, quess who’s baCK FROM JAIL /ref)

Regulus: Rae (,,,yeah if anyone were to drown, it’d be Rae.)

Remus; Fenris (DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS ONE. DO I. DOG BARK BARK WOOF.)

Peter: Ven (somebody has to be that stupid rat /ref)

James: Centross (Someone had to be dumb of heart and smart of ass enough to be this shit-stirer. David is capable)

Lily: Ocie (YEEAHH YOU KNOW IT. I LOVE LILY EVANS THATS MY GURRLL)

Marlene: Aax (controversial but, if anyone’s gonna be Gryffindor Quidditch Captain; it’d be Aax.)

Mary; Caspian (…harlot. /affectionate)

Bellatrix: Perix (heLLOOO GORGEOUS)

Bonus; If Centross is James and Ocie is Lily, Oscar can be Harry heheheh

You could switch the morningstar brother if you wanted to, but meh,, my icarus jail joke is funny, read it and weep /lh

anyways hope u enjoyed this unhinged assignment :]