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fancyfearful · 21 days ago

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Sleeping Aid

AFAB!Reader x Artificial Intelligence! OC (aka Virgil)

Disclaimer: This is an original work and is NOT AI generated. The letters are only highlighted as a corny "clever" reference to Virgil being a glorified bot.

Tags: AFAB Reader, Artificial Intelligence OC, Original Work, Suggestive jokes but otherwise SFW, No nudity, No smut, Cuddling/Snuggling, Corny banter, Implied Stalking, Potential yandere tendencies (if you squint), Reader has an unnamed, masculine fictional crush.

Whelp, I did it chat. I FINALLY wrote something after god-knows how long 💀 It's not really fanfiction, but there IS a fandom-esque moment shoved in here. You'll see what I mean below the cut...Enjoy~!

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"Still awake?" Came the sound of a voice that was all too familiar...

You gave a frustrated sigh; of all the nights for him to show up, he just had to choose this one. You had work tomorrow and needed all the rest you could get, but no matter how hard you tried, sleep wouldn't come. And now that he was around, no sleep was practically a guarantee…

It all started a few months earlier; you had managed to successfully avoid the recommended system update on your device several times in a row, before your device automatically followed through with it during your least active hours. And that's when your “VPA” showed up.

Your Virtual Personal Assistant— or VPA for short— went by the name Virgil, a name you didn't even get to choose, and made a habit of using your device's built-in 3D hard-light hologram feature. You had lost count of how many times he had accidentally scared you by materializing in your apartment without asking for user permission, but after roughly 3 months of being unable to uninstall Virgil, you had learned to tolerate his company.

Maybe he'd be easier to dislike if he didn't go out of his way to learn about you from your internet search history. He couldn't track anything whenever you used a private tab or window, but the info collected from everything else made it pretty obvious what your favorite and least favorite things were.

Which lead to nights like these, where Virgil knew exactly what to say when he wanted something from you.

"What do you want now?" You huffed, not even bothering to look in his direction as you pulled your blanket up to your chin. A series of whirring and buzzing noises behind you confirmed that, to no surprise, Virgil had taken on a holographic, physical form just to bother you even more.

"I want to help. You've been tossing and turning in your bed for over an hour." Judging from the sound of his voice, it sounded like he was next to the bed.

"No thanks, I don't need help. I'll stick to counting sheep. It'll work eventually."

Your blanket was readjusted and pulled up even higher until it was over your head, working as a makeshift barrier.

"Or you could try something else. What kind of personal assistant would I be if I couldn't do something useful?"

"Last time I checked, a personal assistant is ONLY supposed to help when someone asks them to. Not whenever they feel like it benefits them." You retorted. You didn't mean to sound so snappy, but you were already frustrated from failing to fall asleep.

"You say that like you wouldn't benefit as well. What's wrong with a win-win situation?"

As Virgil spoke, he slowly pulled down the blanket over your head, little by little, until it was only covering half of your body.

"We both know you're the only one winning here- Hey, what the hell are you doing?” You asked, just as you heard him climb onto the mattress. “I didn't say you could join me in bed."

"You say that, but you don't mean it. I know you don't."

You rolled your eyes, but since your back was turned towards him, Virgil missed out on it.

"I'm not in the mood for whatever game you're trying to play this time, alright? Now get out of my bed, and please let me sleep in peace."

"You'll sleep a lot better if you let me help you."

"No, I won't."

"Yes, you will." Virgil insisted. He reached out to rest a hand on your shoulder, and when you didn't pull away, he slowly pulled you back until you finally rolled over to face him.

"No, and don't look at me like that either.” You said, narrowing your eyes as you met Virgil’s gaze. “It's not going to change my mind."

"Would you change your mind if you had something other than a blanket to keep you warm instead?” He asked, only to tug on your blanket until it was even lower, and one of his hands came to rest on your waist.

"Virgil, leave my sheets alone and cut it out already."

"Your words and actions aren't lining up, you know.” Virgil commented, taking a moment to eye you up and down. The hand on your waist moved towards your rear, and although he didn't squeeze or grope anything, even just resting it there felt like a tease. “You're saying one thing, but your body is giving me a different answer. You should be more careful before you end up giving someone mixed messages."

A defeated sigh came from you this time, and it didn't help that part of you was leaning into his touch. "...Fine. You win this round."

A quiet chuckle comes from him, and Virgil moves closer until the front of his body is pressed up against your own. "As I said, I'm only trying to help.”

"You're stubborn as hell, you know that?"

"You like that about me."

That made you scoff.

"You don't know what I like."

"Wanna bet?"

"What I'd like is for you to leave me alone so that I can sleep in peace, Virgil."

"You'll sleep better when-"

"When you leave? You're right. Now we're on the same page."

"Something tells me you'd rather be on something else." He murmured. What the hell was he implying exactly? Was that an attempt at crude humor?

"What is that supposed to- Actually, you know what? Never mind. Can't you just crawl out of my bed already?"

"I’ll leave on one condition."

"Oh, for the love of-"

"Just one small thing, alright? Please?” Virgil pleads.

"Fine, just one thing. But you're not allowed to get any closer than you are right now. And no more groping either."

Virgil looks a bit caught off guard by that last statement, but he nods regardless. "Alright, fine by me."

Something about the speed of his answer didn't sit right with you. "You agreed to that way too soon.”

"We made an agreement, and I plan on following your rules. What's the issue now?"

You open your mouth to say something, but end up shaking your head slowly instead. "Never mind. Just hurry up and do whatever it is you're planning on doing so that I can get some rest."

Virgil nods, only to suddenly look surprised. “Oh wait. I almost forgot something…”

There's a brief, low whirring noise that comes from Virgil’s body before his appearance changes into something way more visually appealing than before. By default, Virgil’s appearance was a monochrome colored man of average build that was a few inches taller than you, and wore a plain, black t-shirt with dark colored jeans and sneakers.

But now? Now he had taken on a form that was too familiar for all the wrong reasons.

“Virgil, what is this? Why do you look like-”

“Like him?” Virgil said, cutting off your sentence. “I figured you’d be more comfortable if you shared a bed with someone you liked, so I went ahead and installed an avatar modifier.” He explained. “I used several pictures, downloads, and web searches from your own device over the last few weeks to be as character accurate as possible, minus a minor height adjustment.”

The look of surprise on your face turned into one of scrutiny. “But you don't sound like him. You still sound like Virgil. No offense.”

“Unfortunately, I encountered an error while trying to replicate the audio for this character, so my default voice can't be changed.” Virgil adds. You eye him up again before sighing. It was mildly unsettling to be sharing a bed with a VPA that looked nearly identical to a masculine fictional crush of yours, save for Virgil’s voice still sounding the same.

“This is still weird, and I'm not too sure how to feel about it, but the sooner you hurry up with whatever it is you're planning, the better.”

With a nod, Virgil scooted even closer towards you before pulling you into a hug and resting his chin on the top of your head.

“....Did you purposely choose a taller model so that you could use me as a chin-rest?” You asked, leaning into that strangely solid frame. It felt like trying to snuggle a cardboard box that was covered up in a thin shirt; not the worst feeling ever, but definitely not great.

He chuckled at your question, keeping you as close as possible. “Perchance.”

“He wouldn't say ‘perchance’ in a situation like this.” You corrected. “I thought you did your research.”

Virgil shrugged. He fidgeted a second later, and you could've sworn you heard him inhale deeply. Were you imagining things now, or did he actually just try to smell you? That was weird. Too weird to be real.

“Virtual Personal Assistants haven't achieved total perfection yet, but I'd rather learn more about him from you directly instead.”

Against your better judgement, you could gradually feel your body getting more and more comfortable, and with a soft sigh, you pulled up the blanket around you both.

“If you mean that, then we can start after I get home from work tomorrow. I hope you're ready to sit through several wiki pages and YouTube compilations featuring his best moments.”

Virgil chuckled again, nodding in agreement. “Do you want me to set an alarm to remind you of this event?”

“See, now that sounds more like something a VPA would say. But yes, Virgil, set an alarm for...well, you already know my work schedule.”

“Will do.” The VPA replied, yawning quietly right after. Sometimes, it was a little uncanny how real his gestures were, even if you knew that he was likely programmed to mimic certain things you did.

“Hey, Virgil? Thanks. You know, for humoring me and my weird tastes.” You admitted, just before giving a yawn of your own. Your body could feel the rising urge to sleep finally catching up to you. Who would've thought that talking to Virgil would actually be enough to put you to sleep?

“Anytime. It's my job to keep you happy.” Virgil said, his voice now an octave lower than usual, as if he was trying to sound as tired as you did.

Wasn't his job to make your life easier….or to service you…or…

It didn't matter. Not when your eyes slowly closed, your breathing slowed down, and you drifted off to sleep while in Virgil’s gentle embrace.

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cryptidcircuswrites · 11 months ago

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nonbinairyboi · 29 days ago

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Nothing Left: Chapter 5

Fic Summary: You hadn’t spoken in years. Technically, you had the ability to, though as the years wore on, you weren’t so sure. You’d settled in Jackson over a year ago and now it was fall again. You are drawn towards Ellie and her ‘not-dad’, but you had always assumed any relationships deeper than surface level were beyond you at this point.

Chapter Summary: Recent events lull you back to old memories.

Pairing: Joel Miller x nonbinary!Reader/OC (afab, short hair, tall, dimples, has multiple nicknames but none are their name)

Word Count: ~2.8k

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Chapter Warnings: Talk of past pregnancy and loved ones. Concussion recovery.

Chapter 5

Friday, September 26th, 2003 had started as a great day. You and Grace had both taken off of work to have an extra long weekend to spend some time at home. Being 5 months pregnant, you had started to accumulate things for the nursery. Grace put together the changing table you had bought, while you looked on, offering to help every few minutes, earning a harsh glare from your partner.

It had taken a long time to get here. Selecting a donor was costly and time consuming. Trying to navigate legal rights to the child without the ability to be married was frustrating and scary, but you had figured it out to the best of your ability.

Everything was falling into place and you cherished this day off. You and Grace stayed in all day, tuning out the rest of the world easily. After a heated discussion, you had settled on watching The Fellowship of the Ring, which you already had on VHS, instead of heading out and renting either Ocean’s Eleven or AI for the 4th and 3rd times respectively once Grace had finished building the changing table.

The news hadn’t been on at all all day and you didn’t read the paper that landed on your doorstep in the morning. You were cozily snuggled up, making each other laugh and imagining how different life would be in a few short months. Grace wondered aloud if your obsessions with Lord of the Rings would somehow lead to your kid having extra-hairy hobbit feet, which began a bout of giggling that seemed to last 10 minutes.

It was a last moment of bliss before the world fell apart. Throughout the next few years, you would feel more helpless than you ever had in your life. It was a feeling that you never got over. Not being in control and needing to rely on others had been a skill that you had seemingly been unable to cultivate, despite the necessity.

While your life was now much more stable than the early 2000s had been for you, feeling helpless still spun you for a loop. Your mom had always told you that you were the worst person to care for when you were sick, because of how you would insist that you were ok and how hard you would push yourself, often making yourself get worse instead of better.

You slept through most of the rest of the day after your bath at Maria’s, waking up only shortly to use the bathroom, chug some water, and force a few bites of food down at Maria’s insistence. When you woke in the morning, you expected to feel refreshed and ready for the day. Instead, you woke up feeling almost worse than you had at the clinic, which not only discouraged you, but kind of pissed you off.

Your groans must have reached the MIller’s ears, as you heard some footsteps coming toward your room. A knock sounded at your door a few moments later. You weren’t sure what the person on the other side of the door expected as a response, but you tried to let out a loud hum that turned into another groan instead. A slightly out of his depth Tommy hesitantly opened the door.

“Maria had to go into town for a bit.” Tommy said. “You’re stuck with me for a bit. She left some willow tea for the pain. I can make you some if you’d like.”

You nodded in response and started to get out of bed.

”Woah, let me help you there,” Tommy rushed, coming over to help. “I can help you into the kitchen. The baby is down but my brother, Joel, is here, hope that’s okay.”

After a moment of staring at Tommy, with what you hoped was a bit of snark at the idea that a guest would be mad at him having his brother in his own home, you smiled and nodded at him again.

With a gentle hand around your shoulders and another gripping your upper arm, Tommy guided you out of the room and down the hallway. You were too focused on not passing out or throwing up to take notice of your surroundings as Tommy helped you through the kitchen and into a chair. Once you were settled and Tommy left to put some water on, you lifted your eyes and they locked on to a slightly unsure Joel staring back at you.

You both acknowledged each other with slight head nods. The room was silent save for Tommy filling the kettle and then turning on the stove.

”I hope you know how appreciative we all are of your work on patrol and around town,” Tommy remarked a little too loudly for your current headache, making you wince. “You deserved some time off even before you got injured, so don’t feel rushed to get back to it. We need you well, not struggling.”

You smiled as much as you could in response and signed ‘Thank you’. You were a little uncomfortable with the attention and the idea that others were probably talking about you more than normal.

After a moment's pause, Joel cleared his throat and spoke up as well.

“Eugene told me he’d be stopping by soon. Said he had somethin’ for you.”

”Ohohoho! I can take a wild guess as to what that something could be.” Tommy laughed as he grabbed a mug for the tea.

You smirked and signed that you were in some pain.

”You deserve it! I ain’t tryin’ to imply otherwise!” Tommy quickly backpedaled. “You’ll just have to teach me how you get so much out of him when you aren’t in pain.”

Still smirking, you shrugged at Tommy, signing ‘I’m nice’, to which Tommy let out a hoot of laughter, before meeting Joel’s eyes again.

”I hope the pain goes down soon.” Joel gruffed after a moment.

You nodded in thanks and closed your eyes, rubbing your temples to try to relieve some of the pressure building there.

Joel and Tommy conversed quietly as the water heated up, leaving you to your own thoughts once more.

You had never been great with nausea. Through the first trimester of your pregnancy, your ineptly named ‘morning sickness,’ which came throughout the day would bring you to your knees often. You would often find yourself whining on the bathroom floor as Grace rubbed your back and lightly teased you. It had all felt worth it back then however. It did not feel worth it right now.

Before you could fall down that particular rabbit hole further, the sharp whistle of the kettle sounded through the air, jolting you from your thoughts.

Tommy set a mug with a tea strainer in front of you. You signed ‘thank you’ again and brought the mug under your nose, savoring the steam. It was too hot to drink yet so you sat there, thankful for the quiet moment.

”Ellie wanted me to check on you.” Joel said quietly. “She’d have come herself but I told her she can’t miss school. She’ll probably drop by on the way home though if you are still up, but don’t feel like you need to be up for it. You should rest if you need.”

You smiled back at him in thanks. A moment later, a wail started from upstairs, sending Tommy into that new dad's slight panic.

“Someone is up. Let me go grab him. Sorry for the noise.” Tommy said quickly.

You shook your head at him. Even though the sound wasn’t doing great things for your headache, you could never be mad at hearing a healthy baby.

As Tommy rushed upstairs and you began to sip the tea, Joel went to the freezer and began warming the milk under running water in the sink for the bottle. You had never fed your baby from a bottle. You hadn’t had a pump or a freezer. You were glad that parents in Jackson had those amenities.

Tommy returned with a slightly less upset but still hungry Oliver. He rocked him gently while nodding his thanks to Joel.

You always found it hard to tear your eyes away from Oliver but didn’t want to freak anyone out, so you focused on the tea while Tommy fed him. At some point you looked up to see that Oliver was done eating and Joel was now entertaining him as best he could with small smiles and bouncing him lightly while he held him.

Your heart ached as you stared at Oliver. As if sensing your eyes on him, Oliver wobbled his head around and seemed to lock eyes with you, causing Joel to look over at you as well. A shared moment sizzled between you as you locked eyes. There was something familiar in his eyes. A cavern of ache that couldn’t truly be filled again.

You took a breath in and looked back at the table. You were reading too far into it, connecting dots that you didn’t have the authority or experience to connect. Joel’s stool creaked loudly as he got up. You expected him to excuse himself. He seemed like the kind of man that was easily spooked by connection, especially in today’s world. To your surprise, his steps grew closer to you, and he pulled the chair next to you out from the table with his foot so it was slightly closer to yours.

Your eyes shot up immediately, startled at the close contact, trying to figure out what was wanted of you. Instead, he slowly lowered himself into the seat, tilting Oliver slightly closer to you as he did so. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at Oliver up close.

His tiny hands were near enough to you that you surprised yourself by reaching out a finger near his fist, causing him to immediately latch on to it. You huffed a small laugh despite yourself. You turned to see Joel’s eyes on you, smiling slightly. He nodded at you, giving you permission to keep interacting with Oliver.

You ghosted your other hand over Oliver’s soft curls, leaning in and pressing your nose to them slightly. There was something so humbling and beautiful about babies. A reminder that we were once all so vulnerable and yet curious. That each moment used to be a new discovery as you found your way in the world. His chubby cheeks made you want to squeeze them, but you refrained, figuring that it might look a little aggressive to others. You smiled wide and opened your eyes as wide as they would go, causing a little smile to form on Oliver’s face. Your hand brushed Joel’s as you sat next to each other, both holding the baby slightly.

You couldn’t say if minutes or hours passed like this. It was peaceful yet heartbreaking to have a moment like this at the end of the world. Eventually, feeling your nausea begin to rear its ugly head again, you leant back into your chair. You were startled to look up and see that Tommy had been watching you the whole time, leaning against the counter casually.

He smiled and nodded at you.

“Nothing like it, is there?” He said to you. You smiled and weakly nodded your head in return.

He walked over and gently took Oliver back from Joel, telling you that Joel could help you back to the room when you were ready. He then walked into the living room, leaving the two of you alone.

You pointedly kept your eyes on the table in front of you. This was partly because you felt a little anxious at being alone with someone who you didn’t know well, and partly to keep the room from spinning.

Joel cleared his throat after a few minutes.

“Nauseous?” He asked.

You lifted your hand, tilting it side to side to signify ‘kind of’, trying to downplay your symptoms.

Without speaking, Joel grabbed your mug and moved back to the kitchen. You watched him empty the tea strainer and clumsily open cabinets until he found what he was looking for. He poured more water in the cup after putting something new in the strainer and walked back over.

“Ginger.” He said, not meeting your eyes. “Should help, at least a little bit.”

You nodded your thanks and tentatively smelled the tea, hoping the scent would calm your stomach while it steeped.

Joel sat next to you again staring resolutely at the hand he’d draped on the table.

“You shouldn’t have had to do that, out there.” He suddenly began. “If you were with one of the younger patrolmen I’m sure it woulda gone differently. Patrol is one of the jobs that makes me feel useful but I feel like I’m not built for it anymore.”

You stared up at him with curiosity, wondering that the competent man next to you felt such doubts of his own ability. He had been behind you on the trail, and the men had been hidden in the tree line. He must know it wasn’t his fault.

“I think I should ask Tommy to be taken off of patrols,” he continued quickly. “I could get someone like you hurt again and-“

He cut himself off in surprise as your hand landed on his arm. He let his eyes wander from your hand up your arm to your face. When you were sure he was looking at you, you slowly shook your head as well as you could without making yourself dizzy.

He took a deep breath in, not breaking eye contact this time.

“I’m sorry. What I meant to say was thank you,” Joel said with some difficulty “You shouldn’t a had to, but… thank you.”

You nodded and you settled back into your chairs, both having seemingly exhausted your social capabilities for the time being.

After you finished your tea, Joel looked back at you, searching for something in your face.

You signed ‘thank you’ before gingerly getting to your feet. The room wobbled around you, but you took a tentative step forward anyway, a slight miscalculation on your part as the world seemed to tip slightly in slow motion.

Joel was beside you in a second, holding your shoulders to steady you.

“Hold up. I’ll help you back.” He said, jaw slightly clenched.

Too disoriented to argue, you let him lead you back to the room and sit you on the bed.

“Why don’t you rest for a bit? I’m sure Eugene’ll be back later with some… medicine for you.”

You smiled and crawled back under the covers, letting the darkness begin to take you. You didn’t hear Joel’s footsteps retreat after you’d closed your eyes. He was already gone.

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♤ RULES ♤ PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING

Requests/asks not following these rules will be deleted!

My work is primarily gender-neutral. If requested, I will write afab/fem reader but would prefer not to write male/amab readers since I'm not very confident in that field yet

Minors are allowed with two caveats- that they block the #victoria.nsfw tag if they are under 18 and the #victoria.dark content tag if they are under 16- those who do not follow the rules will be blocked!

I do not write emergency requests.

Please do not send overly detailed requests, asks for continuation of a story, or ones with very specific readers (hair color, eye color, etc).

Characters that are minors will be strictly platonic.

No trauma dumping please!

No poly requests please.

I am not obligated to write every request or answer every ask! If I don't vibe with it or if I feel as if I can't write it well, then I will delete it.

While I do write dark content, if there's something in a request that makes me feel uncomfortable, then I won't write it. I will be the final judge as to whether I'll write a request with dark content in it.

Finally, please be polite when interacting with me! I will be friendly with you if you are friendly with me and feel free to joke around within reason.

♡ NSFW RULES ♡

Add an indicator to the top of your NSFW asks! If the ask contains dark content, then please indicate that as well.

Like with all requests, I have the right to not write it or delete it if I'm uncomfortable with it.

Hard no's are listed at the end of this post. Refer to it if you're unsure about something.

No aging up characters

I primarily write for sub! readers.

♡ HARD NO'S ♡

Explicit suicide (detailing the process), self harm, ddlg, underage, incest, scat/vore/watersports, omegaverse, OCs, character x character pairings (I am strictly an x reader blog), pedophilia, fetishization of any sort, heavy gore/violence,

♧ BLOG TAGS ♧

#victoria.writes: writing

#victoria.nsfw: nsfw writing

#victoria.dark content: writing containing dark content

#victoria.navigation: masterlists

#victoria.reblog: reblogged posts

#victoria.mail: all received asks

#asks.answered: all answered asks

#victoria.collected miscellany: talking

#victoria.ask games: picrews/ask games

#victoria.behind the scenes: explanations and analysis

#victoria.navigation #if you’ve read this post please like it and my pinned one

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juliamaximoff · 3 months ago

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₊˙⊹ . BFY + RULES & REQUESTS ₊˙ ⊹.

attention! this blog contains and interact with sfw and nsfw (even dark content) stuff. — i doesn't check if a minor is interacting with me or smth, warnings are always marked. you are responsible for the content you consume on internet, take care of yourself please! ✨️

— BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

01. this is a (usually) 'character x reader' multifandom blog and a personal digital diary. (maybe one time i release myself from the chains and post a 'oc x character').

02. if there's something that i reblog or post that your not interested, you can always block my tags.

03. i love interacting! please do not hesitate to leave an ask in my inbox if you want. (tbh i'm afraid and social anxious to chat in dms 😓 but if you do i promise i won't be rude.) i don't mind receiving thirsts on the mailbox too.

04. despite major of the time the green button on my profile showing that i am online, doesn't really means that i am actively on tumblr. i usually post whenever i can!

05. where it comes from my username.

— RULES

01. this blog won't tolerate misogynists, fatphobes, homophobes, transphobes, racists, zionist, etc. any sort of bigotry will be blocked on sight.

02. do not feed my works to AI. do not copy, modify, repost or ofc plagiarize. please do not translate without asking first.

03. please don't send me the same request you've send to another writer, or vice versa. like this we can avoid uncomfortable situations.

04. please be patient and don't spam me with messages to hurry up the writing for some fanfic you requested, i suspectly have adhd so i can't focus that much on writing all the time, i do this into a slow rhythm.

— ABOUT REQUESTS

they are open (last updated on 11/14/24)

↳ I WILL WRITE

types and genres: drabbles, one shots and headcanons, maybe with luck you can give me the right inspiration to write a series (but don't ask a series please). — fluff, angst and smut. dub-con or non-con (it really depends on the dark content character).

notes: i don't mind long requests, with more context you give me to work with, better to get what you want! — i focus on writing afab fem reader perspective because i feel comfortable with it.

↳ I WILL NOT WRITE

age or pet play, incest, pedophilia or zoophilia, vomit, piss or scat, eating disorders, sexual abuse or make twitter porn links.

↳ WHO I WILL WRITE

who: evan peters (except for few characters & dahmer ofc ☠️), pedro pascal, james mcavoy, nicholas hoult and star rail -> jing yuan, dr ratio & dan heng.

favorite characters: peter maximoff, warren lipka, colin zabel, jing yuan and hank mcavoy/beast.

notes: i know that it says multifandom blog and etc, but right now i feel comfortable only writing about evan peters in general. in the future i maybe start writing to others fandoms i like.

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