#first time doing a blurb i hope its ok :)

[ssparksflyy]

EEK HELLO ISABELLA !! i immediately saw your post after you tagged me in it lolzzz congrats on 200 !! 🥳💗 i’ll request romantic leo for timeless, if you will? tysmm & congrats again ! xoxo 🫶

leo valdez who is literally obsessed with everything you do.

even before you were dating, he thought everything you did was magical. you didn't have to be the best at it, because to him, you were.

i dont think he'd have a dairy, but if he did, every entry would go something like "dear diary, today (y/n) did (something) and it was SO COOL" and then he'd continue to go on a ramble about how talented you are and how lucky he is to have you.

he's your biggest hype man, he'll always be there to support you. he's always complimenting you, making sure you feel loved and making sure you never underestimate yourself.

leo valdez who worships the ground you walk on.

[astrophileous]

Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹

Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.

Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.

Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.

"Hey—"

"Are you insane?"

You looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"

A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.

"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."

"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"

"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"

"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."

Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."

"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"

It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.

Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.

And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."

"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.

Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"

Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."

You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"

Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.

With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.

"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"

You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."

[therealcocoshady]

Somebody Save Me

A/N : Hey friends ! 🥰 My dear @shady-577 prompted me to write this little blurb, inspired by the vibe of the Somebody Save Me music video. I hope you enjoy it. It's a little angsty, but I'm making up for it with some comfort smut 😉.

Hi babe, you greeted Marshall when he walked in the house. How was the music video shoot ? 

Hey, he said. Went fine. M’exhausted. 

Yeah ? You asked. I can’t wait to see the result. When is it coming out ? 

Dunno yet, he hummed. 

Dinner’s almost ready, you announced. 

Great, he said emotionless. I’m gonna take a shower. 

Marshall left the room and went upstairs before you even had the time to say anything. He seemed off but, then again, he had spent two days on set for his upcoming music video. He hadn’t told you too much about it, though. From early on in your relationship, the two of you had set an agreement that work stayed at work. Your significant other was very much a workaholic and this allowed him to maintain a healthy work-life balance. Plus, since you’d been a fan of his long before actually meeting him, this meant you got to appreciate his work when it was ready to share with the world. Though he cared about your opinion, he never let you hear a track that wasn’t done. You weren’t really an expert when it comes to production anyway, much less a lyricist, and you certainly weren’t the one he would come to for advice. The only thing you knew about the music video he’d been shooting was that it was for Somebody Save Me, which was one of the most emotional songs on his latest album. It was one of your favorite and you couldn’t wait to see the result, most likely a few days before it was released for the world to see. Being Marshall’s girl had its perks after all. You finished making dinner and set the table. When Marshall emerged downstairs, his hair was still damp from the shower and he had changed into something comfortable. You could see the exhaustion on his face. Unsurprisingly so. He was often the first person on set and the last one to leave. During dinner, you did your best to make conversation but he wasn’t extremely talkative. 

Marsh… Are you ok ? You finally asked. 

Yeah. Sure, he shrugged. 

Do you want to talk to me about it ? You encouraged him. Tell me what it’s about. You haven’t even told me about the script ! 

I’ve had a long day, he said dryly. I don’t feel like talking about work when I woke up at 4 and just got home. 

Oh, you said. Sure. Sorry I asked. 

You ate in silence and he mumbled something about going to bed before getting up and pressing a quick and absentminded kiss to your temple, leaving you to clear the table. You stayed downstairs for a while after dinner, trying to distract yourself with some bad reality show. When you were tired enough, you went to your room and picked up Marshall’s tee-shirt, which he had only worn for dinner, from the hamper and put it on as a nightshirt. He was already asleep when you went to bed. You could only see his back, but you could hear his soft snores. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder before closing his eyes, hoping to find him in a better mood when you’d wake up. 

It was the middle of the night when you were woken up by a weird noise. Some sort of breathy grunt. You could hear Marshall’s laborious breathing, mixed with whines. You opened your eyes and turned to him. In the darkness of the room, only lit by the pale moonlight, you could see that his eyes were closed. You figured he was asleep and you almost went back to your slumber, until you heard another whine, almost a cry. He had told you before that, at some point in his life, he’d been prone to nightmares but you had never witnessed it. He had always been a rather peaceful sleeper. This was incredibly unusual for him. You heard him nearly choke and decided that you needed to wake him up. Whatever nightmare he was having needed to end. You gently cupped his cheek and called his name. 

Marshall, my love, wake up. 

He nearly jolted upon hearing you call him. You saw him open his eyes that were full of tears and stare into space, visibly stuck between dreams and reality, trying to figure out what was going on. 

I fell, he mumbled. 

No you didn’t, you said softly. You’re in bed. You’re alright. 

I was in the bathroom and I-I fell, he repeated. 

That’s when it clicked. On one occasion,  he had evoked the day he overdosed, recounting the events and how he fell in the bathroom, only to wake up in the hospital, days later. You guessed that shooting the music video for a song about his overdose triggered some bad memories. He had told you all about his past but your man wasn’t exactly one to show vulnerability too often. Seeing him like this was disturbing and it broke your heart. You could see the pain on his face and you wanted nothing but to take it away. 

You’re fine, you whispered. You are safe. 

You gently stroked his face and, after a couple of seconds, you could see him become more conscious. He closed his eyes, his chest heaving. You cupped his cheek and brushed his forehead, noticing how sweaty he was. The contact made him shiver a little, prompting you to remove your hand from his face. 

No, he pleaded. Come back. 

You placed your hand back on his cheek as tears started to roll on his face. You gently wiped them, shushing him, promising that he was alright, and so was everyone. 

I’m sorry, he sniffled. 

It’s fine, my love, you said reassuringly. It happens. 

It felt so real, he whispered. 

It was just a nightmare, you reminded him. 

Thank God. 

You pressed your forehead to his, silently praying that God would make his pain go away. Marshall pulled you closer to him, so that your chest was pressed against his. You could feel his heart being abnormally fast. 

What can I do ? You whispered. 

Just hold me, please. 

You hummed and nodded, shifting the position and allowing him to come in your arms. Your legs were intertwined and he buried his face in your neck. You ran your hands in his back, trying to soothe him, and he held you tight. You closed your eyes, expecting him to go back to sleep, but you felt him place a kiss in your neck, then another one. They went from soft pecks to open mouth kisses against your skin. 

His breathing intensified. It was heavy, needy. You could tell he was desperate for something to hold on to, to ground himself. And in that moment, that something was you. He tightened his embrace some more, his fingers digging in your soft skin through the teeshirt you were wearing. You ran your fingers through his hair, tracing circles, as he kept on mouthing at your neck. You tried to distract yourself from the fact that he was sending shivers down your spine. It felt wrong. You were not supposed to feel arousal when your man was hurting. But you couldn’t help it. Especially not when you could feel him hardening through his boxers. He started slowly grinding against you and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. 

Marshall, you whispered. What-

Please, he begged in a hoarse voice. 

He stared at you in the obscurity with pleading eyes that said it all. It was the look of a man  that needed something, anything to quiet the voices in his head. You could see the sheer pain on his face, you could sense the urgency in his breath. You cupped his face and nodded, letting him know he could take anything he needed from you. He closed his eyes again and dug his fingers deeper in your skin, as if he wanted to make sure this was real. His face found his way back to your neck and his hands found their way under your teeshirt, eventually removing the piece of fabric that was keeping him from feeling your skin against his. His touch was everything but gentle. It was rough and feverish. Marshall’s whole body was tense and you knew he was in desperate need for some release. He resumed his grinding, rolling his hips against you. You hummed softly, tightening your embrace around him and moving in sync. He let out a groan and stopped for a moment, just long enough to take his boxers off and toss your panties somewhere in the bedroom. He stared in your eyes and held your gaze as he spread your legs and positioned himself at your entrance, before allowing himself to sink into you, earning a moan. He closed his eyes as he buried himself into you, his hands gripping you. In turn, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. His thrusts were slow and deep, making sure to fill you to the hilt. He nuzzled your neck, letting our hoarse whimpers while you felt his body relax as he bucked into you. It seemed like the more he melted into you, the less tense he was. Marshall was usually the most generous of lovers, seeking your pleasure before his but this time was different. It wasn’t even about pleasure. It was about chasing away the demons, holding onto something tangible. You felt his tears on your skin as his hips stilled and he twitched inside of you. You held him close as he caught his breath. After a couple of minutes, he looked at you. 

Are you alright ? You asked. 

Better now, he whispered. Thank you. 

Anytime, you said as you cupped his face. Back to sleep ? 

Yeah, he mumbled. 

He laid back in bed and captured you in his embrace. You let out a yawn and closed your eyes, ready to fall back to sleep, and he gently grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss before placing it over his beating heart. 

[harrysfolklore]

idk if you’re still taking requests but you should do actress!yn who’s been a long time fan of harry since 1d and a fellow solo harrie and they’re the stars of this movie (maybe a romcom 🤔) and then y/n is so nervous around harry and he teases her?? then they realize they have so much in common and it’s just fluff everywhere 🥲

this is honestly one of my favorite blurbs i’ve ever done and i hope you love it as much as i do! enjoy and thank youuu for the request

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Too Sweet - Hozier x Anthony Bridgerton 🤭🤭🤭

oh my god, my first Anthony fic. So, I really hope I do this justice, though, disclaimer, it is probably not what we were expecting with this prompt combo. I for sure didn't think this is where I would take it, but that's just how it goes with writing, I suppose.

Anyway, thank you for also being my first 2024 Spotify Blurb aaahh it's so good to be back haha. ok, but anyway enjoy

word count: 1.1k warning: mention of commitment issues. 3rd POV. workaholic anthony

Spotify Blurb Event ~ Masterlist TBA

#2 Too Sweet - Hozier

You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

The candlelight flickered, announcing its last minutes of life. Though the measly attempt for attention was hardly noticed by the man sitting at his large oak desk. Overfilled with dictations of family accounts, investments, and other correspondence, there was barely enough space for him to let his hands rest. As the little fires around him dimmed into darkness, it was his eyes that began to burn with fatigue and his throat as he downed the last of his whiskey. It numbed everything around him, not that there was much more besides the work that occupied his mind for the entire day. 

He was so taken up in the documents, in fact, that he had not heard the footsteps outside in the halls that softly treaded their way to the heavy doors separating him from the rest of the world. Not even the creaking of door hinges pulled him out of his focus. Only the soft sound of her voice calling his name. 

‘Anthony?’ 

Startled, as if woken up from a deep sleep or perhaps a curse, Anthony looked up. Just like that, he grew aware of his surroundings: the pure darkness outside the windows that had encapsulated his office now as well, the ache in his back and neck from hunching over the parchments, and, specifically, the beautiful figure standing in the doorway. 

‘Are you coming to bed?’ She asked.

‘Yes, just—’

‘We both know it is never just one more account, my lord.’ She said, and even in the darkness, Anthony could tell a small smile adorned her lips. One of bemusement but also sadness. It was, after all, not the first time she had caught him working into the late hours of the night. On the contrary, it was a rare occasion for him to fall asleep at a moderate time. As with most things in life, the natural motions of the sun were merely a suggestion for Anthony Bridgerton. 

‘You’re right,’ he chuckled at her comment, finally putting down the quill and immediately it was like a weight was released off his wrist. He twisted his hand and let the joint crack in satisfaction. ‘But know, I do not expect you to fetch me every evening. It is not your duty to put me to bed.’ 

‘It is my duty to care for the man that cares for me.’ She stated matter-of-factly, if not simply sternly. ‘Especially when he does not seem to take much care of himself.’ As Anthony had reached her side by the door, she halted him with a gentle placement of her palm to his chest, observing the uneven state of his shirt buttons, which he must have adorned for the entirety of the day. As it was far past any regular bedtime, and with no use in closing the shirt once more, she undid the buttons, freeing Anthony from the material. He could not help but glance down as her hands moved down his body so elegantly. 

Perhaps it was his weary state, but he could not help his wandering mind travel to the memories of the first time this interaction between them had occurred—the discarding of clothes, though much rougher in procedure than what it had become over time. A truth far derived from Anthony’s chivalrous manner, and one which would never leave his lips til the day he passes, is that he had imagined the occurrence the moment he had laid his eyes on her. A ridiculous, primitive notion only to suit the needs of the rake that he truly was. 

The hours after their first meeting, Anthony’s mind was riddled with two contradicting thoughts, both prodigious in conception. For one, he had never before felt such a desire for a woman. With her beauty and kindness, this softness in physicality and temperament, a sweetness to fulfil and satisfy all the senses. A softness that his rigidness would do nothing upon but harm, which is why he also felt the strong obligation to distance himself from her as much as possible. 

He knew himself well enough to know that though she may be the woman filling his dreams each late night, he was not the man for her to spend her waking days with. Pursuing her affection would be a selfish act on his part. When he saw her dancing, he felt no right to her hand, let alone her lips or any other fragment of her body. 

Time was meant to be the answer. Anthony supposed that as the months went by, this silly infatuation would pass, that things would change, and, whichever way fate would take him, the frustrations would ease. 

Whichever way, but surely Lady Fortuna would never bring her to him. Not so explicitly as a frustrated–exasperated– march across the gardens, her hand in a tight grip over his wrist, and a pull away from the onlookers and their evergrowing murmurs. 

With the many things running through his mind, Anthony was still unsure how his first direct words to her managed to be a scoff of, ‘This is highly improper.’

‘As improper as you having evaded my existence for the past half year?’ 

‘I–’ Those who knew him knew Anthony to be rarely found at a loss for words, but staring at her at this very moment, as the peonies were in full bloom, he had nothing to say for him. All logic escaped him, or rather, he had freed himself from reason. The rationale behind his past actions felt foolish, only to be confirmed with her kind laugh. 

‘Anthony Bridgerton, you are the most ridiculous man I have ever met.’ And again, Anthony was found silent, but this once, it was not for a lack of words, but rather that she had not gifted him with an opportunity to speak, to begin with. 

With her lips pressed passionately against his, the world faded away. A feeling so new that still never seemed to age or dim with any future kiss that followed. Even now, years later, even when Anthony’s worries about their match resurfaced on such late nights. Where he wondered if he was ever good enough for her or if he could ever live up to the love he promised her, it all dwindled away into a distant whisper until it vanished for good. There was nothing else but him and her. 

Anthony felt his entire body release the tensions of hours past. With a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of his wife’s nearly washed-off perfume, he let go of everything but her. As the lovers kissed in each other's arms, far off in the distance of the ton, the tower clock struck, and the church bells rang in echoes of their final chord of the day. 

the end.

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[nolita-fairytale]

did you ever end up writing the phone call blurb?? i am STRUGGLING to find it and im so desperate 😭😭😭

called you again (extended)

a/n: ok so i never got to writing the actual phone call that transpires between carmy and reader, that gets her to chicago in the first place. and if i recall correctly, @cool-girl-is-hot was also patiently awaiting this phone call. since i'm doing the follower celebration, what a perfect time for me to bring this back, @bunnywritesmarvel.

You answer the call before you can talk yourself out of it, immediately putting it on speaker. 

“Hi,” you say, your voice shaking a little. 

And it’s as if a fog clears, like you've been waiting to hear it for a long time.

“Hi,” he replies, his voice soft, yet hesitant.

You're met with a long silence on the end of the other line as the two of you dance around whatever it is Carmy called to say. There's a part of you that wants nothing more than to spill everything, lead the conversation like you always do, but after months of radio silence, you know you can't do that. If Carmy wants to reconnect, then he's got a whole of groveling to do considering he pretty much ghosted you since he moved back home.

"I uh. I heard," he finally says, in reference to your recent change of employment.

"Oh," you sound, your voice higher in pitch than you imagined it would be as you scramble to find a better word than 'oh.' "I... um. Yeah. My heart wasn't in it anymore."

What you want to say is, my heart moved to Chicago and forgot how his fucking phone works.

"Yeah," Carmy replies, and you can practically hear him pacing back and forth as he searches for something to say.

You share another silence, this one much more tense than the last, like a hot pot of water about to blow its lid off in pressure, as you wait for him to ask you something -- anything. How hard could it be?

How are you? What's been going on? Sorry I haven't called.

But he doesn't say anything of these things. Instead, when he finally speaks again, all he says is:

"So listen. I uh-, I got this guy. He’s- he’s self taught but he’s got a lot of potential,” Carmy explains, his delivery becoming more and more confident as he hides behind the work.

“He just needs a good teacher – someone to inspire him – give him some of the foundations he would’ve gotten in culinary school. I think uh, I think you'd like him.

So after four months of no contact he... needs something from you? You can't help the feelings of anger and disappointment that grow inside of you.

Was he upset that you quit the restaurant -- here to talk you into going back -- now that he needed a favor? A stage?

“Just for a week, maybe?" Carmy suggests, his voice going up at the end, almost as if it's a question.

"I can’t pay you much but uh, well we’ve got a little money, which is a whole other story, and I can talk to my brother-in-law. He can put you up somewhere… you know… if you want to. If that helps.” 

Oh.

He's asking you to come to Chicago.

While it feels like it changes things, you're still ambivalent and you certainly don't want to get your hopes up.

"Carmy..." you trail off on an exhale. "I don't know."

"Sure," Carmy nods, chewing on his lip, suddenly feeling extremely self conscious about asking you in the first place.

He wants to take it all back, tell you it was a stupid idea, and apologize for even saying something in the first place. But he doesn't. He can't. Because after working himself up to call you for the last few hours, there's no way he's going to back out now.

Let it rip, Bear.

"I uh... well, I understand. If can't-. Don't want to. Maybe I shouldn't've uh..." Carmy stammers through, the heat rising to his cheeks.

"It's just uh. Tim told me... you might be looking for some inspiration."

Right.

You pause before asking:

"Can I... Can I think about it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Sure," Carmy is quick to answer, because he really wants to make this okay for you.

For the both of you.

And because hearing your voice for the first time in four months feels better than he ever could've imagined.

"Okay. I'll uh... I'll think about it," you drag out, because you know you'll need some time to process this.

"Listen, I uh. I'm late to meet Liz. But I'll let you know. Either way."

"Yeah, okay. Okay," he answers, nodding eagerly.

"Okay," you reply, listening to Carmy bid you a soft spoken goodbye before ending the call.

"Holy shit," you hiss, putting your phone down on the table, your hand folded over your heart as you can feel it race.

Well, you've got quite the decision to make.

[wileys-russo]

i have LOTS of questions so i decided to write them all at once (hope you don’t mind)😭

1. where do they go to their first vacation? i can imagine eli being okay with it but how do ale, alba, mapi and ingrid react? i can imagine alba and mapi being like all calm and like “ahh just let them be young and have fun” and alexia and ingrid all stressed out thinking about everything that could go wrong😭

2. not a question but kind of a question? (and also this is more for @girlgenius1111 but since she is recovering from surgery and you will have free time i decided to write to you) but, I need a fic with fresa is looking after scout. like is this happening when fresa and sol still don’t know each other (and mapi just asks fresa to look after scout for sol)? like when they met while mapi was giving fresa the car tattoo? and is sol still incredibly shy when handing over scout? like when they first met? or are they friends already? or maybe even girlfriends? i NEED to know the tea!!

3. do you know the olive theory? like the one that hates olives and the other that loves them so they take them? (in the end both hate olives) is this applicable to sol and fresa (maybe with other foods)??

4 what is their absolute favorite thing to watch together? and similarly do they show each other some cliché Tv shows in spanish/norwegian? (in my country we have a tv show called family affairs and tbh it’s the cringiest thing i have ever seen, and if i ever have a girlfriend this is the first thing i am going to show her because she NEEDS to experience the cringe of other cultures)

5. who is the one to wake up super early and who is to one to go to sleep at an ungodly hour?

6. another question that very much involves @girlgenius1111 but let’s suppose that sol makes up with her mom and wants to meet with her, how does fresa react? is she super protective? is she supportive? is she a mix of both? does she freak out? is she ready to take out box gloves and beat everyone?

7. once again the opinion of the queen herself @girlgenius1111 is needed but how does sol react to finding out that the relationship between fresa and alexia/alba is very stranded? obviously sol likes alexia but she doesn’t know her on a personal level super well, what does she do when she finds out that it’s not as perfect as it seems? that they may have more in common that she initially thought? the same goes for fresa finding out about sol’s relationship with ingrid, like it’s different but in some ways very similar. i suppose both feel very abandoned? how do they get through that?

ok i have even more questions but i need to stop now or i may yap till the end of the day. anyway sorry for such a long ask. feel free to not answer (if i were you i would just ignore this tbh) or “not answering, find out later” is just as acceptable. whatever you feel like tbh!!!

anyway i love this story that you and k! have created together, you both are very special writers and i VERY much appreciate what you do and write, anyway take care and lots of love🍓☀️❤️ (if anything i have written doesn’t make sense i had a bottle of wine and my first language isn’t english😭)

idk if it counts as a vacation but early on into knowing one another but not yet quite dating they go to madrid together alone for a concert! you are absolutely correct lmao alba and mapi help them get their train tickets and drive them to the station, meanwhile alexia and ingrid are too busy stressing they're too young to go alone and they'll wind up kidnapped or something dramatic

K and I were talking about this literally yesterday and trying to work out a timeline for all the blurb ideas we have for Sol and Fres + how it all ties into filling the void and family line! but yes fresa looks after scout for a week (he comes to stay with her and Eli) when Sol goes to Norway with Ingrid and Mapi, but thats after they've been dating for awhile. the first time Fresa meets Scout its before she even realises she likes Sol, but Sol is shocked at how much Scout seems to love Fresa (aka dog whisperer putellas)

they actually both like pickles on burgers but pretend not to when they think the other doesn't, so neither of them end up eating the pickles despite actually having a mutual love for them (same goes for olives)

mmm i don't know a whole lot about tv shows outside of where i'm from but i imagine both Sol and Fres have a mutual love of trashy reality tv shows. specifically the kardashians and any sort of dating show like love island, too hot to handle etc. they both spend the entire time complaining about how awful the show is but also, never miss an episode. they also love to binge true crime dramas together, and Fresa loves medical programs but she knows she can't watch them around Sol because Sol faints at even the slightest sign of blood

Fresa is a morning person (Alexia's influence) and Sol is a night owl!

Fresa is very cautious how she speaks about Sol and Ingrids mum, obviously she knows whats happened and it breaks her heart that anyone could treat such a perfect human like that. but she also knows theres parts of Sol that still love her mum and Fresa doesn't want to go too hard on the 'your mum is such a piece of shit for treating you like that' train and upset her girlfriend. so she lets Sol take the lead in conversations about her mum and is careful how she responds!

By the time Sol and Fresa start to properly interact its after everything has gone down between Fresa and her sisters and they're well on track back to being as close as they used to be. But when Sol first opens up to Fresa about how she ended up in Spain living with her sister and the strains of their relationship early on in her stay, Fresa opens up about her own struggles with that and they bond over it. Fresa is a lot more forthcoming with information but Sol doesn't trust as easily so it takes a little longer for Fresa to really understand the extent of the struggles in her life when she lived in Norway thank you for all of these they really made me (and K) think!! i know some people might think its stupid to go so in depth about creating a life for a made up character but it really is a fun escape and i love creating Fresa's little universe, and its nice to write about a wholesome queer teenage relationship because they get done so dirty in tv shows most of the time! 🍓🍓 @girlgenius1111

[thisismeracing]

hey you! congrats on this new milestone 🥺🩷 i wanted to request mick + champion + smut. and don't burn yourself writing ok? take breaks and remember we love you very much ❤️💜🧡

Champion | MS47

⸺ the one where his celebration happens between four walls. ✓ graphic description of sex. +18. Minors DNI!

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He didn't stay long at the party his team was hosting for him. He did not intend to celebrate with everyone, and though he felt terrible for a second, he kept telling himself he did celebrate at the podium. He gave interviews, talked, drank, and rode the high of finally getting his first world title.

Mick Schumacher was a world champion.

And his champion's wish was to celebrate with Yn and only her. She was the one who had been with him since the very beginning. Highs and lows. Rain or sunshine. Yn was there. Even when she couldn't do it physically, she always left post-it notes he would randomly find inside his suitcase, between his clothes, and in his pocket.

That's how he found himself drinking champagne from Yn's body, hearing the party noises at the street of his hotel through the open windows, but only paying attention to the noises coming out of Yn's mouth.

Mick nipped the skin of her neck, alternating between kissing and biting the exposed flesh, all while pressing his solid body against hers.

"I love you so much," he whispered, reaching for his Podium cap and putting it on Yn's head.

She giggled, straightening it and bringing his lips to hers in a messy kiss that tasted salty and sweet at the same time, "I'm so proud of you, Micky."

All the noises and thoughts faded the second Mick buried himself in her heat. Their fingers laced together, and her legs wrapped around his narrow waist bringing him even closer, making him grind against her clit, and plucked nipples. They fit like a puzzle.

"I spent the whole day thinking about celebrating with you, fucking you," Mick confessed, his eyes closed, his movements frantic, searching for that mind-numbing orgasm he knew they were close to.

"I still can't believe you sneak us out like this for a quick fuck," she joked, and he gave her a sinful smirk, reaching for her boob and squeezing it.

"Who said it's a quick fuck?"

And before she could answer Mick pulled all the way out, only to bottom up to the hilt bringing Yn to a sensual haze. "I'm keeping you all night, Schatzi. And it's a good thing they know about it, so next time they'll spare the invitation, and we can just skip to our private party altogether."

and to party they did. The whole night.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Thank you sm for making sure I'm taking care, nonny <3 I ended up burning myself indeed lol but Im back and a bit better *virtual hug* I hope I did your request justice though its a short piece.

[justrainandcoffee]

Breakfast (Dad!Alfie Solomons & oc!daughter)

Or how babies are made, by Alfie Solomons.

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Summary: "Yeah. That's not how it works, sweetheart." His daughter had a play date that it was cancelled because her friend's sister got pregnant and the house was a chaos. Allie says that it's because a boy kissed the girl. "Then, how it works?", she asked. Alfie and an answer with no filters.

Warnings: Alfie.

Words: 700 || While I'm dealing with my other fic, I give you this blurb. I have two more fics already written but both are equally angst (lately I only wrote angst 🫣) I wanted to change it a bit.

1931

The house in Margate was silent. Rose was in the Parliament and he thought his daughter was in her friends' house but when he entered the living room he found the girl, seven years old, sat there reading a book.

"Allie? Don't ya have a play date at Daisy's house?"

"I did. But her mom called and told me that it wasn't a good time. Their eldest daughter, Claire, is pregnant."

"Oh fuck. How old is the girl?"

"Sixteen."

"A fucking kid! I know your friend's father, he's going to kill the boy who impregnated the daughter."

"Yeah," Allie confirmed "he's not happy."

"I couldn't be happy either."

"Don't worry, dad, I'm not going to let any boy to kiss me. I don't want a baby."

Alfie, already sitting in his armchair, looked at his daughter. "Ya think this girl, Claire, got pregnant because she kissed a boy?"

"Well, yes! Daisy told me that they were kissing all the time."

"That's not how it works, Allie."

Allie left the book aside and tilted her head. "What do you mean? Then how it works?"

"Well…" Alfie cleared his throat. It was good that his wife wasn't there at the time. He never believed in sugar-coating the answers. A direct question deserved a direct answer. "First you need a woman and a man."

"In love, I know the tale."

"Not necessarily in love, sweetheart. If they're, even better but it's not always the case. Hope you know this a world full of bastards… in both senses of the world."

She, the girl, was a bastard herself because the biological father abandoned her mother way before she was adopted by the Solomons. But the girl already knew that.

"Men and a women," continued Alfie "they're physically different. Men have something called penis… it's like a sausage."

"Like a sausage?" Allie raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. And you know your body, Allie. All women have the same body under their clothes. Well, when a man is really happy to see a woman his sausage is happy too. And it will let his owner know that. If the woman agrees, she will be happy to see his sausage if not, then I'm sorry but the man can't do something about it. Well, he can, but that's another story. This is important, Allie, a woman ALWAYS must consent to see it ok? Always, right?. Well, then the man and the woman go to the bed… or the sofa, or the wall or fuckin' wherever. And the man…"

What followed was a detailed explanation of what happened with the man and the woman while they were together. He even used his hands to help himself to explain it.

Allie wasn't impressed. In fact, she found it quite boring, repetitive and complicated. She thought that a baby product of just a kiss was way better that all of that. And more romantic. Why the hell it was so hard to make a baby?

"… It's called semen. It's like milk."

"I thought only women can produce milk." Allie studied her father, thinking he was joking to her.

"It's not that kind of milk, Allie. Its only use is to help babies to be created. And that's it. Nine months later you have a baby. Sometimes one or two months earlier but it's not the rule."

"It's not interesting. It's boring as fuck, dad. That much scandal for a breakfast." Allie furrowed her brow, just like Alfie "I'd be playing with Daisy if it wasn't for Claire and her stupid boyfriend."

"Breakfast?" Interrupted Alfie. "What breakfast?"

"You described everything as a breakfast. Milk, eggs, sausages… what it's that if not a breakfast?"

Alfie laughed out loud. He just finished to explain his daughter the biological process of making a baby and Allie just compared it with a breakfast… Undoubtedly she was a kid.

Two days later, Rose saw a letter on the table. It was from school explaining that Allie had received a notification because of her behaviour. Apparently her daughter had been talking openly about sex in the classroom. Specifically about babies. Rose left the letter on the table again and pinched her nose, sighing.

"ALFIEE!"

[fyodior]

UNFORGIVABLE !

pairing ↬ chuuya x fem reader

cw ↬ dark content, (i)ncest, alcohol mentions, reader is drunk, creampie, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

notes ↬ this was supposed to be a short blurb but oh well ♡ once again written in a frenzy at 1 am and unedited sorry teehe

wc ↬ 1.3k

big brother!chuuya who very kindly picks you up from your university formal because he's very overprotective and needs to make sure you get home safe. but you had gotten ready and arrived with your friends, so the first time he sees you in your stunning sleek black midi dress is when you're walking to his car at the end of the night, giggling with flushed cheeks and swaying slightly in your heels. he hops out quickly to make sure you get in the car safe without tripping, and is overwhelmed with how gorgeous you look -- despite your tipsy haze. and when you crash into him in an attempted hug, your tits pressed up against his chest and gripping the fabric of the back of his shirt, he feels things he knows he shouldn't.

as you arrive home, chuuya supporting you with an arm tight around your waist, your parents chuckle at the sight.

"what an amazing brother you are, chuuya," your mom coos, a tone of jest in her voice. "giving up your friday night to make sure your baby sister makes it home safe."

"just doin' my job," he says, looking at you adoringly.

"i'm not a baby, mom," you slur, falling against chuuya yet again. "i'm in college. doing grown up things."

she laughs and holds up her hands in defeat. "can you make sure she gets into bed okay, hon?"

chuuya smiles. "of course."

he leads you up the stairs slowly, and the way you're clinging onto him isn't helping the feelings he's trying so hard to ignore.

chuuya had originally planned on just helping you to your room and leaving to remove himself from the situation and quell the desire that stirred inside him, but as he sets you down on your bed and you almost tip backwards, it's clear he can't leave you to get ready for bed by yourself.

"nii-chan," you groan, tugging at his shirt to bring him closer. "can you help?" he stifled a cough.

"help you with what, hon?"

"can't get my dress off. too tight." to demonstrate you try to tug at the zipper of your dress, but your severely lacking dexterity made it impossible. "help?"

chuuya sighed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. of course you needed his help to get undressed right now.

"stand up and turn around then, love," he instructs, and you do as he says.

his fingers move deftly to the zipper and he's hoping you can wiggle out of it yourself once its undone and he can escape, because he is mortified at the arousal imagining you naked is causing. but of course he isn't that lucky.

you moan and groan as you try to pull the dress off of yourself, and its embarrassing. chuuya gives himself a pep talk before steadying you and offering to help. you smile wide and nod, blabbering a bunch of thank you thank you thank youuu, nii-chan's.

he slides his fingers underneath the shoulder straps and slowly peels the form fitting dress off your body, instructing you to hold onto his shoulders as he crouches down to help you step out of it. just as he dreaded, the only thing you had on underneath was a skimpy thong.

you stand there completely unashamed with your breasts fully on display as chuuya stands back up, throwing the dress over his shoulder.

"ok, hon," he sighs, busying himself with hanging the dress back up in your closet so as to avoid looking at you. "i'm gonna let you do the rest on your own, alright?"

"nooo," you whine.

getting back close to him, your naked body almost pressed completely against him as you start to run your fingers through his fiery red hair, chuuya is about to lose his shit.

"stay?"

"i need to go, darlin'." he tries to pry your hands off of him, but you suddenly have a death grip around him.

"stay, please."

and before chuuya can say another word, your arms are wrapped around his neck and your lips are on his. chuuya is only human.

he's kissing you back fiercely now, cradling your face with his hands as he dips his tongue into your mouth. you moan and now he's tapping the back of your thighs with a quiet whisper of jump so he can hoist you up, wrapping your legs tight around his waist. his lips stay on yours as he walks the two of you to the bed and lays you down gently, crawling on top of you.

"god, i need you, nii-chan," you whine, making chuuya almost growl.

"im right here, baby."

his hand slides down your belly before wiggling it under the waistband of your thong, the arousal he's been fighting all night finally taking over him.

he's kissing your neck as he rubs circles around your clit but you, ever the impatient one, shove his hand down further his fingers graze against your entrance. and he's not one to deny you anything right now. his ring finger slides into you with a surprising amount of ease as he realizes how dripping wet you are.

"fuck me chuuya, please."

it scares him to think about how easily the two of you are falling into something as dirty and unforgivable as this but god he would be insane to walk away from this.

"anything you want," he growls. "im all yours tonight."

he's leaned back off of you to unbutton his pants and yank them and his boxers off, his already aching cock hanging heavy between his legs.

your smile is lopsided as he hovers over you once more, and your alcohol-clouded mind is still playing catch-up when chuuya is sliding his cock inside of you. you yelp but he clasps a hand over your mouth.

"c'mon now, let's not let mom and dad know what you're letting your big brother do to you right now." you nod, and he releases his hand.

your legs find their way around his skinny waist again and he holds you tight as he pushes the rest of his cock inside of you, bottoming out.

"god, please, more!" you cry out.

chuuya chuckles before giving you what you want, pulling his hips back until the only part of his length left inside of you is the tip, before thrusting into you with full force. you hold your own hand over your mouth as you let out ungodly moans. you truly never thought the dick would be this good.

you quickly fall into a steady rhythm, chuuya nipping at the sensitive skin under your jaw as you gasp and cry out while he stuffs you full of his cock. you feel like a junky, you absolutely can't get enough, whining for more, more, more! and he happily obliges.

slick wet noises fill your bedroom as your beloved brother fucks you hard and deep, and your pussy spasms around him as your arousal is approaching its max. you could tell chuuya was feeling the same as his groans got louder and louder.

"want me to cum inside you, baby? want your big brother to fill you up?"

a string of slurred yes's tumble past your lips as he fucks you, and the way chuuya moans as he releases his hot cum inside you is enough to send you over the edge too, gripping his hair tight as your orgasm ripples through your body and you feel liquid trickling out of you.

chuuya presses one more long kiss to your lips, petting your hair before pulling out, almost feeling himself starting to get hard again at the sight of you laying all fucked out and blissful on the bed.

"thank you, chuuya-nii," you giggle and hiccup, tired eyes fluttering.

"of course," he smiles. then his eyes fall to the large wet spot underneath you. "now get up for a second, darlin'. looks like i gotta change your sheets for you now."

[hina-hina]

do you have any hcs about a possible (cod) alex x f!reader 👀? this man has me on a chokehold and can't get enough of him

Hello friend! I am loving the new Alex requests! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

Only about 20 requests left!! Once I get through these requests, I have a lot of fun ideas about some new stuff and maybe starting a series! We should see...

My last post flopped hard because I used the wrong tags for König .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

This work is not beta read!!

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|| Alex General Headcanons ||

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, General Headcanons, Blurb, Angst, Comfort, Crying, Morning Fluff, Short

Warnings: Angst

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

So, I wrote a couple Alex general headcanons in my last Alex post

But I'll try to elaborate some more about some little headcanons with a little short blurb written at the end

So, first of all, I imagine he takes super good care of his facial hair

Like I can see him using oils and such

Have you guys seen that TikTok about the guy talking about how he makes his chest hair soft so it doesn't bother his girlfriend? Yeah

Like I said before, he is super respectful

He probably smells really good (while off duty, not is the field obv...)

I can see his as growing up in a rural community and preferring that setting as to the city

I think he is one of the only COD boys that can cook

And he likes to do this often for you

Super gentle

Early riser, loves to wake up early and cook you breakfast

Has nightmares and likes to lay his head on your chest as he calms down

Bonus points if you run your hand through his hair

Prefers to let you trim his hair

Clingy drunk with you but more of a rambunctious drunk with others

Wanted to teach you self defense and gun safety so you could protect yourself more effectively

Him saying "Yes ma'am/sir" to you casually .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

Gives the best hugs

His love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

Ok, now for the sleepy blurb:

Alex was gone on assignment a lot. It was a fact that you had to accept before you ever entered a serious relationship with the man. He made sure to express to you how important his work was for him, trying his best to prevent any potential future arguments. You were understanding, you told him it didn't matter as long as you could be with him. You stuck by this, pushing down the ache that came everytime he had to leave again.

Yesterday, he told you he had to go on assignment again. He gave you as many details as he could but it did little to ease your worries. He said he didn't know how long he would be gone, that he had to go halfway across the world. You forced a smile and assured him that the two of you had to make this most out of this last day.

So the two of you made dinner, and talked, and laughed. He managed to make you forget that he was leaving.

The next morning, you woke up first. A rare thing not to be taken lightly. So, you laid on your side and stared at Alex's sleeping face in the orange sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. Seemingly on its own, your hand goes straight to his hair, running gently through it. He woke up slowly, eyes squinting out at you as a soft smile graced his lips.

"Good morning, baby."

You smile back, hand continuing to gently separate any knots they found, "Morning."

He moved further into your hand, humming in quiet satisfaction. With reluctance, he turns his head to check the time.

"Gotta' get up soon so I can get to the briefing in time."

Your smile immediately dropped, hand pausing. Alex immediately notices, eyes furrowing, "What's wrong?"

You force a smile and shake your head jumping up to move toward the door, "Nothing! I'll make you breakfast before you leave-"

"Hey-" He latches onto your wrist before you can move too far, "Talk to me."

The sheer look of concern on his face was what finally broke you, tears brimming in your eyes. His concerned look deepens as he shuffles to the edge of the bed to place both hands on your arms, softening his hold.

"Honey..."

"No, no, I'm-" Your voice breaks as a sob tries to climb its way up your throat.

He immediately pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly, "It's okay, your alright." He holds you until the sobs come to a stop, leaving gentle kisses along the crown of your hair. You don't need to say a word before he begins talking softly, "I know its hard when I have to leave."

"I'm sorry," you mutter after a minute, sniffling, "I know what you do is important."

He rubs your back, "Doesn't mean it doesn't suck."

"Yeah..."

He pulls back, gently lifting your face up to look up at him, "I'll always come back to you."

You can't think of any words to get across how thankful you are, how in love you are with this man. You jump up and kiss him, trying to convey all the feelings words can't describe. He seems to understand, immediately kissing back.

He pulls back after a few moments, eyes soft as he gently rubs your cheek, "Let's go make breakfast together."

"That sounds great."

Thanks for reading!

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[happytroopers]

Lessons in Self Defense // Howzer x Reader

Summary: little blurb about how quickly a Captain’s self defense seminar can turn into something else, especially in Ryloth’s afternoon sun.

Warnings: suggestive implications nothing mentioned explicitly, not even pg13, mostly fluff

"Ok, plant your foot- a little wider," Howzer paused to try to hide his grimace when your foot slid out a little too wide, which threw your balance off, "Not that wide, honey."

"Yeah, I gathered that." You snipped backed, cheeks puffing as you blew a piece of your hair out of your face before readjusting your feet. Howzer’s lip quirked up into a smirk at your sass, tapping your ankle with the toe of his boot to make you angle better.

"Better." He breathed, almost instantly dropping into a fighting position. When the captain did it, he looked graceful, powerful… dangerous. Standing across from him, trying to mirror it, you just felt… awkward, "Ok, now try to hit me."

Immediately, you dropped the stance, shaking your head, "Howzer, I’m not hitting you."

"(Y/N), the only way to learn is to practice." He reminded you for what seemed to be the hundredth time, not rising from him stance. Still, you shook your head defiantly.

"I don’t want to hurt you, Howz."

That was what made drop his stance, or at least half way as he laughed out right at you. Your cheeks flushed with heat as he laughed at you, fortunately the blistering Ryloth heat had already given you a permanent blush so he couldn’t outright read your embarrassment.

"I take it back. I’ll hit you now." You muttered as his laughter died down. As frustrated as you were with your lack of talent for fighting, it was nice to hear him laugh so loudly. Seeing your unamused deadpan, he tried to temper his amusement.

"And that’s very kind of you, honey, but I promise, you can’t hurt me." He promised you with a wink.

He seemed at ease here, in a secluded spot behind General Syndulla’s estate. Teaching, or at least attempting to teach you some basic self defense. Though you were fairly sure it was just another reason to sneak off together. His teal painted armor was piled up nearly a couple feet away, leaving him in only his blacks from the waist up. Had it been five degrees hotter, he would have discarded those too. But, you were already distracted enough as it was.

Seeing that you still weren’t crazy over the idea of actually hitting him, he sighed bemusedly, not for the first time wondering how someone like him lucked out with someone like you. This time, he back up a bit and held up both of his palms, as if expecting two high-fives.

"How about this?"

Behind his held up hands, his eyes were soft, hopeful. Howzer had always been hard to say no to. You sighed, dropping back into stance. His grin stretched, "Good girl."

You tried not to let your face betray what affect those words had on you as you held your fists up the way he showed you. Without further deliberation, you struck as he had taught you.

Right, left, right, while keeping whichever hand wasn’t striking close to guard your face.

"Just like that. Do it again, harder." He instructed. As he had said, the solid contact did feel good- made you feel powerful even if Howzer didn’t budge. He grinned at your excited smile.

So, you did it again, hurling your fist harder, and then again. He had wrapped your knuckles earlier, doing it painstakingly slowly with enough suggestive eye contact that you had almost forgot about training, but now you were glad he did. Even with the extra layer, your hands and wrists already ached- a dull throbbing shooting up your bones. But his encouragement kept you going until you were sweating.

When he could tell your hits were getting softer and shakier, he took a step back on purpose. Being so in the zone, you didn’t realize until your fist missed its mark and you had no choice but to follow it’s momentum. Straight into Howzer’s chest.

The captain, of course, caught you easily, twisting you around so your back pressed to his chest. His larger arms were wrapped around your midsection, hips flush to yours as his breathe fanned over your neck, "Now break this hold, just like a showed you."

Unfortunately, he had shown you that move right after taking off his armor. You had been throughly distracted by his blacks instead of paying attention. But you had other ideas- he might be a soldier, but he was also a man.

"What if I don’t want to?" You whispered back, leaning into the hold instead of fighting against it. You felt Howzer stiffen behind you as he processed what you said.

"Oh. Oh."

He cleared his throat, his grip adjusting so it was less tactile and more… fitting for the situation. "In that case, we can move on to…"

In that moment, you seized the opportunity to drop to the ground, breaking away from him before he could register. When you rose from the dusty ground and flashed him a victorious smile, his face went from flushed to unamused understanding.

"That was a dirty move, honey." He scolded you, taking a step forward with a look on his face that you knew all too well. Your victorious smiled turned to a cheeky grin, knowing exactly what the darkening, predatory look in his eyes meant for you. You took a couple of timid steps back, feeling the familiar twist in your stomach as he matched your movement.

"All’s fair in love and war?"

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On a flight reading through old stuff on my notes app, most things are unfinished but I wrapped them up so I could post parts of things at least. Sorry I don’t write fr anymore maybe one day 🫣

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hello there my dear~! If you may be so kind, and you happen to get the inspiration, i would absolutely adore to request a small blurb from you! Or, honestly just chat if you’re up for it. My love for Tolkien’s characters is brimming over and I’ve got so many plot bunnies I need to write and gush over.

Anyways, something that has been stuck in my head as of late is Dwalin and his little hobbit wife on the journey to Erebor. Just imagine big, burly Dwalin who scares the shit out of everyone making his wife sleep flat upon him when Thorin has them stop to camp in an area with uneven, rocky ground. It’s just so cute to me for some reason?? Id kill to draw little shapes on his chest while curled up in his arms. As soon as you drift off he’s glaring daggers into anyone who dare raise their voice or attempt to rouse you. Oh goodness, and Bilbo being absolutely flabbergasted that very first night with the company! Such an entertaining, sweet thought.

Ugh. Id kill for this man. So fast. Anyways, I hope you’re doing absolutely lovely, sweetheart, and I thank you for receiving my thoughts 🤍🤍

~ ❄︎

(ohhhhhh this is so cute and we absolutely need more Dwalin content! I'm gonna do some headcanons for it if that's ok :) enjoy (and apologies for this taking so long)!)

(Dwalin x female!hobbit!reader)

The vibe of the two of you next to each other is a boulder and a literal ray of sunshine. It's a strange contrast to the people around you, but the two of you complement each other perfectly.

He's so incredibly protective over you that even Thorin hesitates to make any kind of comment about you.

This has its benefits, as the whole company are very respectful of you and will do whatever they can to keep you safe.

Obviously, Dwalin is well aware that you will face many discomforts and dangers on the road. This does not stop him from absolutely spoiling you with all the comfort he can.

If you're the slightest bit cold, he'll give you his cloak. He helps you down from your pony every single time without fail. He gives you extra food when he can (hobbits need their second breakfast, after all). And, while it may give him more comfort than he'll admit, he makes you sleep on top of him if you show even the barest hint of discomfort on the ground.

(his love language is absolutely acts of service)

While the others are surprised at the softness this shows, and Bilbo is positively mortified at the impropriety, none of them dare to comment and any looks are met with a glare that shuts their mouths before they've opened.

He drapes his cloak over the top of both of you, with your head tucked into his chest and his arms around your waist.

Genuinely he makes the best pillow ever, and he radiates heat which is ideal when you're camping.

Once you've fallen asleep and he's threatened everyone else into being sufficiently quiet, he loves to just watch you while you sleep. Your face is so peaceful, and he thinks you're the most perfect being he's ever seen.

It makes him feel so lucky and makes him even more determined to try and give you the world.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

im currently going to school to be a mortician/funeral director and could you write a lil thing where P^2 is flirting with reader and he asks what her major is- and she’s all jaded from people going 😨 whenever she’s tells him but since its Peter he’s sorta excited about it bc he’s never met anyone with that major

idk if you couldn’t tell that this was self-indulgent but congrats for making 100 followers. You deserve it! <3

Dead Serious

--genre + trope: FLUFF, college!au, sfw.

--pairing: college!tasm!peter parker x college!gn!reader

--word count: 0.3k

--warnings: so sweet that your teeth are aching.

--gif credits: @sincericida

“So what’s your major?”

God, this was the question you’ve been hoping to avoid your entire time at this crowded party. The boy in front of you, Peter Parker, carried a conversation so well. There wasn’t a time during your entire 30 minutes of knowing him where there was an awkward pause or gross feeling of uninterest between the two. The only time you felt a sudden shift in conversation was right now. 

Studying to be a mortician isn’t the brightest topic of conversation, especially with a cute boy. A lot of people are shocked when they first hear your response, followed by a question that carries a connotation of morbid curiosity. You were tired of the repetitive and constant reactions of people you will probably never meet again. 

“Umm,” you hesitate, “I’m a mortuary science major.” You fully expect Peter to recoil in confusion, or at the very worst, disgust. 

“Wait, that’s awesome! How do you like it so far?”

His response comes as a surprise, looking up at him, he has the same giddy look, a slight smile painted on his lips. “I really enjoy it…” you drift off, debating whether or not to ask him about his response, “you don’t think that’s weird?”

This time, it’s Peter’s turn to look taken back, “No, not at all. I’ve never met anyone with that major before, it’s cool, you’re cool.”

A blush paints your face, “Thank you, Peter.”

“Of course, (Y/N),” he looks in your eyes a little moment longer before taking a deep breath in, “so, what made you get into mortuary science? You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable.”

You guys talk all night, mostly about your major surprisingly. His questions about your major were extremely thoughtful, he was actually curious. Bantering back and forth, you both decide it’s getting late. He walks you to your apartment and bids you a good night, not before getting your phone number and texting you before heading to bed himself, smiling to himself like an idiot until the moment his eyes shut. 

--author's note: HEYY! this is the first blurb for my 100 follower bash, and this makes me so excited to write for this. KEEP SENDING IN REQUESTS!!! support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!! ok, bye ily<3

[lukehughesbabymama]

Matthew Knies blurb

Straight out of packing up your dorm at Minnesota, you were flying out to Toronto to see Matthew, whom you haven't seen in person since the day he had moved out to the same place you were headed. Emotions were running high as you had just departed from your best friends for the summer, and were going to see your boyfriend for the first time in a few weeks.

You were planning on staying in a hotel, but as the whole trip was planned quite last minute, most rooms were booked by fans hoping to watch the same playoff games you would be seeing Matt in. Luckily, John and his wife were more than happy to let you stay with them under the condition that the two of you stayed in separate rooms. You found this reasonable, but Matt displayed intense stress when you had discussed it over FaceTime last week.

“But baby”, he said rubbing his eyes in frustration, “there's barely going to be any time for us to be alone anyways” he complained.

“First of all”, you pause to focus on curling the next strand of your hair, “We don't really have any other option for me to stay at, so it is what it is”, you redirect you eyes to you phone that was propped up in front of you to see Matt with his chin resting on his crossed arms, visibly worked up over what you thought was not too big of a deal. “And second”, you began, “you're going to be so busy and tired that anything we could have done in a hotel room we can still do at their house”.

He groaned and replied “Okay yeah. But when are we gonna.. you know...” widening his eyes to insinuate  what the rest of his question would have been.

“Oh my God Matthew”, you roll your eyes as your roommate laughs in the background.

He laughs slightly and defends himself “Seriously, y/n, I haven't seen you in weeks, its like top priority”

“Oh”, you scoff at the last little line he decided to add on, “Ok honey. You know, for a second there I thought you really might miss me but, thanks for keeping me humble” you retort sarcastically.

“Stop”, he states, breaking away from the bit you two had going, becoming serious again, “You know I miss you”. His eyes fall and his face softens.

“I know Matty. I’ll see you soon.”, your voice a little sweeter than before.

“You know what else we’ll be doing soon?”, his eyes lighting up as a grin appears on his face.

“Hm?”, you answer once again immersed in finishing your hair rather than whatever stupid ass comment this boy was about to make next.

“Fucking”, he mouthed silently while sitting up and doing a grinding motion. His smile widened as he saw your eyes glance at the camera and your head shake disapprovingly.

k byeeee 😭

[mrsnancywheeler]

hiii omg so sorry i haven't been in your inbox! finals have been sweeping me away, but i've been lurking 👁️👁️ ok so i was listening to my playlists and had some #thoughts, so I shall share them to make up for the time i was gone 🤝😎 ----- I Want to Write You a Song - One Direction

I want to lend you my coat One that's as soft as your cheek So when the world is cold You'll have a hiding place you can go I want to lend you my coat Everything I need I get from you Givin' back is all I wanna do (…) I want to write you a song One to make your heart remember me So any time I'm gone You can listen to my voice and sing along I'm such 1D trash 😭😭 But this was on my yearning playlist (lmao) and I was thinking about how Finnick would 1000% write this song for his sweet girl. Like this is such a simp song (respectfully) and we all know Finnick is so in love with her its SICK ----- In Agreement - Lizzy McAlpine I talk to my friends about you Pretty sure they're tired of hearin' it I say "I met a guy, and he treats me real nice" Which is good for a change I talk to my friends about you And I think they agree my exes weren't always great And I don't really buy into fate But you tell me I'm pretty And you don't ask for too much 'Cause you know and I know That promises sometimes can hurt When it's barely begun And I don't want this to fall through Collapsing is what I'm used to But we're all in agreement This is something I should hold onto (another song on my yearning playlist LMAO) but this is very much sweet girl coded #idk bc this is definitely her inner monologue when she first meets Finnick and they start dating 😭😭😭 AND WITH THAT IN MIND, IT MAKES THE LYRIC "'Cause you know and I know that promises sometimes can hurt when it's barely begun, and I don't want this to fall through. Collapsing is what I'm used to" HURTTTT ----- girl i've always been - Olivia Rodrigo *just the entire song*

No like, walk with me here 🚶‍♀️ because this is definitey something that could've been written by Billy's muse HOWEVER, it can be either about Billy OR, OR!! Eddie. Do we see the vision👁️👁️. For Billy, it's written from the pov of a reader who has a lil kick to her, who's done being the doormat and rips into him after he disrespects her and he's all like "???" For Eddie, it's more from the perspective of a reader who is always gonna pick Billy over Eddie. And she told him this many times. Yet, he still pursues her. And yet, he still get's upset that she always picks Billy. His intentions aren't coming from a good place. Like that one blurb you did about Eddie not being a fully good guy, y'know? I'm not good at explaining things so I hope I'm making sense LMAO ----- BACK TO FINNICK AND HIS SWEET GIRL! Block Me Out - Gracie Abrams

Now I only let me down When there's no one else around I've been thinkin' way too loud I wish that I could block me out I wish that I could block me out, out I think I'm burnin' alive, but nobody sees the fire 'Cause when I open my mouth, I seem to be stuck in silence And I thought of leaving tonight, but I couldn't drive this tired Plus, after all of this time, I should be a pretty crier (😭!!) Wish I were heavier now, I'm floating outside my body It's not their fault, but I've found that none of my friends will call me Until I'm left to myself, it's honestly kind of funny How every voice in my head is trying its best to haunt me This is another sweet girl coded song. This could deffo be applied to her after her games and after she's rescued from the Capitol :(((( ----- Finishing off with a bit of Miss Swift, this one part of Delicate reminds me of Finnick's sweet girl in the last couple of chapters: This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me Where she's finally letting Finn back in and allowing herself to be comfortable with him :') Also, some its and bits of Marjorie also remind me of this fic when I think about it from two perspectives:

The autumn chill that wakes me up You loved the amber skies so much Long limbs and frozen swims You'd always go past where our feet could touch And I complained the whole way there The car ride back and up the stairs I should've asked you questions I should've asked you how to be Asked you to write it down for me Should've kept every grocery store receipt

If I didn't know better I'd think you were still around I know better But I still feel you all around I know better But you're still around

One being Finnick when he's missing the reader while he's in 13 and she's at the Capitol :( (Sometime I remember that part in Chapter 1 of The River where he smells peaches in his oatmeal and starts breaking breaking down, and I cry 🥲) But the other one being the reader thinking about Conway. Even though he tried to kill her, she still reminisces about the best parts of her friendship and can't help but feel the guilt and regret whenever she does. ------ OK HEHE THOSE ARE MY #THOUGHTS 💆‍♀️ I didn't realize how long it's been since i've been in your inbox and it's been WAY TOO LONG! never again 🫡 I love yapping about these things and I love hearing your thoughts about it!! Also, apologies in advance for when Tortured Poets Department comes out bc it'll be the biggest yap session ever once I make a connection between Finnick/Billy and any of the songs -🦅

AAAAAAA POOKIE I CALLED AND YOU CAME ILY 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺💋💋💋💋

(sorry this took so long to get to I get so easily distracted and there's an to get through)

you're all good pookie, I hope finals are going good and that you're taking care of yourself babes 💕

finnick odair the type of man to make you a mixtape that's kinda messy and done wrong but you don't care because he's so sweet and you can hear him talking and all the songs that make him think of you, he's such a simp, and so adorable

justice for finnick's sweet girl. she really had so much hope, felt so loved, so in love and had it all torn away from her. she's so giddy to be perceived by someone especially finnick odair and just addicted to him

billy's muse getting annoyed with eddie and giving daisy some lyrics about eddie instead this time bc she's so done with the way he's always being so sweet and comforting and lovey dovey and then trying to convince her to leave billy for him even though she's told him from the start she wouldn't, and he makes her feel so selfish, and cold for it. but "now you're on my case, how could I go? you never dreamed I'd be so cold and, then with venom on your tounge you ask me who I have become" honestly in this case I think billy would love the song because it validates that she'll always pick him, that eddie, although he's a nusciance, isn't a real threat and never had been.

and eddie gets annoyed for a good while and is pissy about it, which is painful for muse because she feels like she's got no one when her and billy argue. but eddie comes crawling back trying to win her over again regardless of how clear she's made it that he never stood a fighting chance.

SIDE NOTE: this song also makes me think of conway and sweet girl especially in that moment during their games when he's realizing everything and says she's changed which she denies. "so don't say that I've been acting different, I'm nothing if I'm not consistent" "I got wrapped up in the game again and you woke up in an empty bed, and I can't say I'm a perfect ten, but I am the girl I've always been"

aaaaa finnick's sweet girl, my poor tortured baby. the crying, the destructing when left with her thoughts, the death wishes, the silent cries for help that really aren't that silent, I want to hold her so bad

and for delicate, finnick's anxiety about not knowing what's not enough and too much for his sweet girl, where is the line? "is it cool that I said all that? is it chill that you're in my head? cause I know that it's delicate."

finnick thinking about how he should've done more, should have paid more attention even though he has her memorized, that somehow he should have savored every moment with her because he can't bear being without her. and the guilt because he wishes he'd supported her more, helped her heal more, he lies awake thinking about how he should've convinced her that life was worth living, that she was worth it because he has no idea what's happening to her now.

AND her thinking about conway, how she should've really paid attention to each tiny detail of their life before the games, each smile, joke, laugh, every damn moment before she destroyed it all. before snow destroyed it all. and she does see him everywhere and try not to break down, the beach they used to play on, the alleys they used to hide in to chat endlessly, their favorite field, favorite swimming hole, everything and it just makes her grieve.

I LOVE YOU POOKIE AND MISSED YOU 😭😭❤️❤️

SO REAL AND PLEASE SO I'M SO SO EXCITED FOR THE ALBUM AND I'M ALREADY SEARCHING FOR CONNECTIONS (billy and his muse as my boy only breaks his favorite toys, but daddy I love him, I can fix him (no really I can) I can do it with a broken heart)