#i love requests

[cherry-pop-elf]

could i ask for headcanons of what petnames / endearments the Weasleys like to be called by their significant other 😄

thank you if you do! and thanks anyways for reading this even if you don't 😊

Oh my god this is so adorable yes yes yes yes yes-! The flip side of what the Weasley call you. Now THEY must be attacked with the affection mwhaahahah!!!!

Nick Names The Weasley Siblings Like To Be called By

William ‘Bill’

His siblings, and the goblins at the bank, get to give him little wolf inspired nick names. Anyone else will be stabbed. But you are the exception to the rule. He won’t lie. He always gets flustered whenever you call him “Mr. Wolf” all teasingly, in a sing song tone. What gets him red in the face is you calling him “Red Riding Hood-“ Tho. As a flip of the script, and also the fact he’s a red head. That’s the only nick name you are blessed with saying. Calling him Red, Big Red Wolf, and other teasing nick names of that nature. Maybe the Weasley twins, on a good day, but you are his little fairy tale.

Charlie

He’s the playboy type, so you calling him Big Boy is a winner. Daddy to. That’s one way to get his engine going real fast. He does have a nick name he likes that you are only allowed to say, and not infront of company. Amber. He likes the nick name amber. A cute play on the fact many dragons of hoards, and a compliment to his ginger hair. Makes him feel like he’s precious. Big guys deserve to feel soft.

Percy

He’s not really one for nicknames. It feels childish to him. He has an image to uphold. He’s always trying to act like he’s the exception and what everyone aspires to be. Doesn’t help Molly fed that idea to him. Still, what gets him to flush will be those cheesey wifey names. Calling him Pumpkin, Honey, Dear, Darling. The classics. Hey, his nose is always in books. He’s got that hopeless romantic in him.

Fred

Freddy, kinda a given. A names branching off that. It’s simple and classic. But everyone does that. Like Charlie, he’s a sucker for the Big Boy comments. His real heart stopper, though, gotta be Boss/Bossman. Bossman in the playful tone, and Boss for the…You know what tone. What can he say? It feels good to be in charge.

George

Similar to Fred. Georgie though gets to him a lot. He loved being called Georgie. Along with very sugary names. Like Pumpkin, Sugar, Cupcake, Sweetie, stuff like that. He’s adorable like that. He loves flirty nick names. He just loves it. Call him Teddy Bear, and he’s puddy in your arms. Since he loves hugs and cuddles.

Ron

Ever since his sixth year at Hogwarts, he’s kinda not the most excited by nicknames. Can you blame him? He LITERALLY got drugged. Bro. There is an exception, though. It sounds egotistical, but it really isn’t. He loves when you call him “My Hero.” He doesn’t really feel appreciated or as loved as the others. He deserves to feel special. He’s not smart like Hermione, special like Harry, and don’t get him started on his siblings. Make him feel special. He deserves it.

Ginny

She has a weird thing about her femmnity. Not because she was raised by brothers. Just that she is excepted to be femmine, and gets called a pick me for not being it. So Nick names are very but it miss. Her siblings get a pass, but still. You gotta find that special one. You took notice how her siblings did dumb names. Like to make fun of the act of Nick names. Such as Gin Gin, Ginger Ale. Stuff like that. So, one day, you called her your “EnerGinny Drink-“ She laughed so hard she fell off her broom. Now you have an inside joke that her nick name is “Energy.” Only the twins figured it out, but are bros and keep hushed. So you two can have your special inside joke.

[joshym]

ive been thinking about this for some time now and i just know you can create a wonderful one shot with it! (As always! 🤍)

ex husband Jake having to take care of your kid because you are going out on a date. You two co parent a beautiful child. Jake is picking up your kid from your house and catches you as you are getting ready for your date night. You two are still hopelessly in love with one another.

Fast forward to the end of the night, Jake comes back with your kid and sees how exhausted you looked after one of thee worst dates ever.

Let’s just say he wins you back. 🤭

(I kind of wrote this fast so i am terribly sorry if none makes sense)

alright, my sweet anon.

this request has taken up space in my brain for m o n t h s now. & i mean SEVERAL months. i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to this.

but. be on the lookout in the next week or so. this story is gearing up to be one of my absolute favorites that i've written. it certainly took on a life of its own, so i hope that's okay. 🫣

i can't wait to share this. thank you for trusting me with it. 🥺🤍

*hint* the song all i want by kodaline might have something to do with this story. & yes. this one will hurt. it’s been an insanely difficult month, so i’m placing all of my emotions into this & le morte d’arthur right now. 😅

ps. i do have a taglist going for one-shots but let me know if you'd like to be tagged in this specifically. 🥰

[wjehfshs]

Ok... captain price secretly having daughter!nurse!reader gets kidnapped by the enemy and the COD characters finding out reader is price daughter after reader is treating their wounds

(lets face it price is a dad that will never let you join the military) anyway hope your doing OK

Your blog is really cool

Stop thank you sm :(

Warnings: Price being an overprotective dad, mentions of violence, swearing, reader gets kidnapped.

Price is definitely the squad dad.

Headcanons:

Price views everyone in the squad as his children but considering your his biological daughter he not so secretly gives you special treatment

The others don’t mind though, they love you and see you as their little sister

Since Gaz is the closest out of the squad to Price he is naturally the closest to you

You call everyone your brother but Gaz is definitely the one you spend the most time with

Before Price was deployed you had a degree as a nurse but could never find a job.

After hearing he would be deployed your heart ached so under the condition that you never go anywhere dangerous and never do anything dangerous, you could be applied and come along. (I have no idea how the army or anything works so if it doesn’t work like this let’s pretend it does)

Whenever someone came back hurt but not bad enough to go to the hospital or home, they would immediately go to you.

You where always so kind to them even when they did something stupid that ended in them getting hurt.

They knew how hard you worked so they always had sure you where taken care of.

The best parts of whatever was served that night was always served to you first.

You always got first picks.

Even if you said you didn’t want to because they needed food considering they’re in the army and training and running all day everyday, they still insisted you went first.

Soap was always the brother to cheer you up, gave the best hugs and always made sure you where happy.

Ghost was the overprotective brother, always making sure you where safe, he would literally take a nuke for you.

Gaz was like your best friend, you could always have fun with him, I mean not to say you didn’t have fun with the others but you and Gaz where like glue.

Graves was the brother you always argued with, you loved him but you always found yourself bickering with him.

Rudy was the kind of brother to throw you over his shoulder but affectionately, even though you didn’t fight he would always teach you how to defend yourself.

Alejandro always cooked for you when he could, he always made you dishes from his childhood that he loved.

When you where kidnapped

The Barracks had been stormed by the enemy, they managed to defend most of them off but unfortunately they managed to catch you.

Afterwards everyone was stressed out of their minds.

Price was pacing back and fourth in the Barracks almost shitting himself.

No one dared to say anything in fear he would yell at them out of stress.

Price ordered everyone get off their ass immediately and go to the enemy’s station.

As soon they got there Price didn’t even bother to be sneaky.

He was LIVID, the thought of them doing anything to you made his heart break and his head hurt.

He was bashing doors down and killing peoples with his bare hands.

To the honest the others where kind of scared of him but just as pissed

When he finally found you he spent no time waiting to shoot the people who grabbed you.

He freed you thankfully finding you where unharmed.

When he got you in his grasp he never let go.

It felt like there was a vice hugging you.

“Oh my beautiful daughter, my beautiful wonderful daughter. You’re safe” he was rambling on with tears in his eyes and you sobbed.

He didn’t let go of you until you got back to the Barracks.

When you got back everyone else held you just as tight just to confirm internally you where safe.

The next month everyone watched you like a hawk.

In conclusion you have the best dad ever and the team is the best family you could ever ask for.

[krazycartoonist]

Not the guy who requested mirko but can we get denki with Bill and they're like "Look! We match!" While class 1-a is concerned?

Why yes of course, but only cause you look so neat, Mr kitty.

Izuku was definitely a gravity falls kid.

[jelliezellie]

I got you ! (Maybe another platonic/romantic request bc i realised im a sucker for those)

Cadet!Reader who brought their own tea from their home and who decided to share with Levi ? Maybe tea that their family cultivated ?

Pure fluff bc im also a sucker for this

💞💖

A/N: Oh my god, my lovely Levi requester hello!! <3 Thank you so much for another amazing request :)

Idk why I struggled to write this, I literally love the idea I just couldn’t write it at first lmfao

Hopefully this lives up to your standards though &lt;3

Homemade Tea - Levi Ackerman x Reader

Your family ran a tea shop in Trost. The day it was destroyed, you thought all hope for your family’s business was, too, but you were hard workers. Even for something as delicate and seemingly purposeless as tea, your family worked to recreate every recipe down to the last measurement. 

When you graduated from the Training Corps, your parents surprised you with several bags of your own tea so you could “take a little bit of home” with you. Little did you know, you needed home more than anything.

You woke up with a sigh, climbing out of bed treacherously. Your thighs ached and your arms were strained—putting a shirt on had never been a difficult task, but the Scouts seem to have the ability to make everything difficult. You hissed in pain as you pulled the rest of your clothes on, walking down to the mess hall. It was still a bit dark out, so you decided to take some tea with you. At least Connie and Sasha and Jean wouldn’t beg you for a taste. 

A kettle was already over the fire and Captain Levi sat at a table by himself, glaring at you when you appeared. 

“Why are you up so early, cadet?” He questioned. He wasn’t even in uniform yet—God. It wasn’t anything magnificent; at least, it usually wouldn’t be. But somehow, the captain could wear a sweater and read a book and you were head over heels. Your stomach twisted as you took another step towards the kettle.

You stood up a little straighter upon seeing him. “I was just going to make some tea.”

His brows tented. “You’re not using mine. Erwin paid for that.”

“I have my own.”

Levi’s brow rose and he placed a black, leather bookmark in his book. “How do you have your own?” His tired eyes stared at you, then at the bag you showed him,

“It’s my family’s.”

Levi stood as the kettle whistled softly and took it off of the fire. He opened a cabinet and took a cup out, then searched for something else. He sighed in defeat, looking back at you. “What kind of tea is that?”

“It’s my family’s recipe; it’s original.”

He frowned and his brows rose in disappointment. “Does it have a name?”

You thought for a moment, a smile tugging at your lips.“Home.”

He sighed and found an infuser, then handed it to you. “Put some in.”

You tilted your head. “Did you run out of tea?” You grinned sleepily as your brow rose smugly.

“Just do it, brat.”��

The sun shone through the trees softly, providing a golden glow to the mess hall. You placed the infuser in the kettle, then turned to Levi. The sun made his baggy, silver eyes shine a little brighter. As you admired his eyes, he found himself trying not to look at you. It was rare for a cadet to get up this early, but that wasn’t what made him antsy. No—what made him question your presence was your tranquility.

Normally, when the cadets came down to the mess hall for breakfast, he’d sigh and go back to his room because of their ruckus. But you looked at him with matching tired eyes and a bag of herbs for your tea in your hands. 

Unusual, he thought, but once he smelled the tea, his heart melted a bit. The cinnamon made his mouth water and the lavender added to the comfortable silence you shared.

He cleared his throat. “It smells good. You called it home, right?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t really have a name.”

“Does it smell like home right now?”

Your entire demeanor softened. “A little.”

His eyes flickered at you before he stared out the window. You took the kettle off of the fire as he placed two cups out in front of you. You poured an even amount in both before placing the kettle on the counter. 

Levi delicately lifted his cup by the rims with his slender fingers, bringing it to his lips. You picked up your cup, too, and drank from it, relishing the taste of your family’s tea. It was warm and it felt like pure comfort and joy seeped into your tastebuds and warmed your body. When you placed your cup down, you noticed the captain staring at you, as if he was studying you. 

He looked away and cleared his throat. “The tea—it’s good.”

You nodded. “Thank you; my family—”

“Can you make more for me tomorrow?”

You tilted your head as a soft smile tugged at your lips. “You like it that much?”

He struggled to maintain eye contact as he nodded. “I like it,” he replied stiffly. “It tastes good. It tastes like,” he paused, his brows tented as he searched for a word he couldn’t place. “It tastes like home.”

You nodded. “Good. That’s what it is to me.”

Levi sat at his table, sliding his book out of the way as he stared at you expectantly. “Sit,” he mumbled, not as an order, but as an invitation.

You sat across from him, your thighs hurting as you lowered yourself onto a chair. “What are we doing for training today?”

His brows furrowed. “Are you sore from training yesterday? All we did was ODM training.”

You sighed. “Yeah. Connie and Jean sort of tempted me into racing them through the forest.”

He nodded and his brows rose. “So that’s where you went after training.” He wanted to speak to you but couldn’t find you anywhere in the barracks. When he noticed that Connie and Jean were gone, too, he knew you were probably fine. “Hange was worried about you.”

You mean you were worried about me? You thought to yourself. Hange was experimenting on their titans all night. 

“Oh, really?” You responded. “Huh. I wonder why.” You stood, wincing in pain. “I guess I should go check in with them…”

He grabbed your hand quickly. “No!” He exclaimed, his eyes wide. He blinked and his face softened again. “No. I meant to say that I was.” He paused, staring up at you. “I was worried about you.” 

You smirked. “Why?”

 “Don’t worry about that right now. It’s too early for any of that,” he mumbled softly. “Just drink your tea.” 

You two continued to drink tea until the rest of the scouts filled up the mess hall. Every day after that, though, you filled up his teacup with your family’s tea.

[hee-blee-art]

can you draw more of your clown girl and princess

oh absolutely I can! here's some sketches of queen celeste and dot :) I actually made a bunch more characters for their storyverse that I never did much with - more mascots for fake food chains / brands. maybe I should make a little intro post about them or something!

[cheeseceli]

Moving on

pairing: ex!Changbin × gn!Reader

genre: angst, small drabble

Description: you found out that Changbin has moved on, and maybe it's your time to let your love story behind

Warnings: none i think? Not proofread

Request: yes!

A/n: probably not my best work but I liked it nevertheless, hope this is what you wanted!

Pt 2

You didn't believe the news when you first saw them. You thought it was some sort of clickbait or a marketing strategy, but it was true. After looking up in every website you could find, you finally understood that Changbin was going to get married.

You were looking down the Stray Kids' instagram, seeing the photos that announced oh so happily that Changbin, the man who is used to be the love of your life, was now an engaged man. The photos were beautiful. Both looked happy. Of course they were.

You should have stopped scrolling down the social media because now you were too deep down. You saw every single picture the couple had together and, you're not one to lie, they looked cute together. You read every comment you could find congratulating the two of them. The other members were so excited with the news. Everyone was filled with joy.

Why couldn't you?

You two broke up more than three years ago, and you did so in good terms. There was no thing such as a horrible fight, or external influences like jealousy and it wasn't toxic. Actually, that relationship was the most perfect thing you could have had in your whole romantic life and Changbin was your dream man. But sadly you were not born to the wall of fame.

The relationship ended because you didn't want your faces in every gossip magazine. You wanted to have datings without being followed for paparazzi. You didn't want fans nor haters. Gosh, once the media found out you were dating one of the best rappers in the kpop industry you even gained your own fan club. Of course, Changbin and JYP crew tried to give you as much comfort and privacy as possible, but there is a certain limit to what they could've done. It wasn't enough for you. You wanted to be away from the public attention. The only possible way to have it was to be apart from your now ex boyfriend.

God knows you both tried your best. But he was made for the stage and it would be selfish of you take it away from him. But you didn't want anything related to fame, and it would be selfish of him to ask you to stay. You would break up, stay as friends and then maybe, in the future, you could try again.

Sadly, future didn't wait for you. Now he loved someone new and would soon settle down with them. You knew it's been a while but you weren't expecting to see this happen. You were not prepared.

What hurts more to see was that the new love of Changbin's life wasn't famous. You were expecting to see another idol, an actor or a model, but you met a normal person. Someone who lived a life away from the spotlights but didn't mind seeing Changbin shine. And you knew you shouldn't be comparing but you couldn't help but think: if I had endured the pressure, would we still be together?

If only you were a little bit stronger back then.

But you guys were friends. That's how you decided it would be. You talked with each other occasionally and the person he is now engaged with has even met you already. It was a healthy situation. So, you had the obligation to congratulate him even though you were dying inside.

"Hey" you texted him "I saw the news. Congratulations Binnie, you guys deserve all the happiness in the world."

Binnie: "Y/n, hey. Thank you so much!! How are you by the way? It has been a while since we last talked"

You laughed through the tears that were forming in your eyes. How were you supposed to reply? How could you just text him something like "I am heartbroken as we speak because I wish that you were marrying me instead" or "I feel horrible because I wanted to be happy for you but I can only feel sadness and even jealousy"? No, you couldn't say that.

You: "I'm fine. I certainly do not have breaking news like you lmao"

Binnie: "Haha, fair enough."

Binnie: "Also, I wanted to ask you before I lose my courage, would you like to come to the wedding?"

For a second your mind went blank. You couldn't belive he had just asked that.

Binnie: "I know that this is probably super awkward considering that we are exes, but I swear it's fine with us! Actually, my partner is the one who gave this idea. They like you a lot haha."

Binnie: "But it's okay if you don't want to."

You: "I'd love to." No you wouldn't. "Just send me the invitation and I will be there."

Binnie: "Really? That's amazing! Once everything's ready we'll send the informations to you!"

You: "I can't wait."

You don't know if he sent you any more texts. Truly, you didn't want to know. Even if you did, you wouldn't be able to read the message with your teary eyes. What the hell were you doing? Going to your ex's wedding only to see the man you still love confessing his feelings to someone who isn't you is only going to break your heart even more.

But maybe that's exactly what you needed. You needed to break your heart so much so he could get out of there, so you could move on. After all, you shouldn't spend all your years loving someone who isn't available for you, and will never be. You're still allowed to be part of his life and that should make you satisfied. You would pretend to be happy for him until those feelings became true.

And maybe, after everything, you'd be able to fall in love one more time. With someone new, someone who would make you forget the man you cannot have now.

feedbacks and reblogs are very much appreciated!

what if i make a part 2 where y/n gets to be with this someone new?

[starlight-lesbians]

I have sooo many thoughts but brain doesn’t want to come up with cohesive ideas

If you have any requests or ideas I would loveeee to write em!

[bruh-myguy-what]

The Dance We Share

I took this prompt/idea to a little bit of a different degree, and I thought about waltzing as a more intimate form of spending time with Thrawn, so they’re still dancing, but it’s less showy than a classic ballroom waltz but with all the same intimacy.

I hope it’s what you were looking for!

Enjoy~

Requested by @vibratingbonesbis

Pairing- Thrawn x f!reader

Summary/request prompt- waltzing with Thrawn! You unfortunately don’t get to dance with him at the Coruscant party but later he spoils you anyway with his affection.

Warnings- none but huge big ol’ fluff

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Being at a Coruscant “ball” was every bit as fancy as you’d believed it would be (having never previously had the luxury or title to attend one) and the gilded columns were a testament to how affluent the people who appeared here regularly truly were. The source of your own appearance tonight was something that set your heart into a dizzying flutter, even still. It hadn’t been too long ago, maybe a few months, that your relationship with Grand Admiral Thrawn had been made public- and that announcement to the Chimera crew had probably been the most embarrassing moment of your life.

Of course, not because of any humiliation you felt for being in love with such a magnificent leader, however, the dry and professional manner with which he described the situation made it seem more of a mutual arrangement between the two of you to be publicly acknowledged as individuals who had benefits to gain from the other. The questions from the confused group afterward hadn’t helped either…

Though it was a completely contrasting experience to be at Thrawn’s side during such a glamorous and important event like this than just holding hands around the Chimera and stealing a kiss every now and then- when time allowed. To know that every Coruscant “royal” that passed you or looked at you knew you were with Thrawn, intimately, made your skin burn bashfully. Yet as the timidness crept over your body, your heart had never felt so proud to have such a wonderful man to belong to.

Even if you’d hardly seen him the entire time…

As fun and exhilarating as it was to be Thrawn’s date, it was frustrating to be left alone by him so frequently. You knew it wasn’t his fault, of course. Thrawn was always incredibly sought after at these events, not just by military men, but also Moff’s, politicians, and a few other aristocrats among the wealthy. Not all of them were necessarily interested in learning anything from him, you knew, most wanted to know what the “enthusiasm” over “Palaptine’s alien pet” was about and how Thrawn gained the title of Grand Admiral in just a few short years.

Every time you’d thought Thrawn was finally free from the prying onslaught of questions, thinking you’d finally have a romantic moment with him- as soon as his warm hand would touch your cheek- he’d be pulled away. And of course, you knew he’d need to address them, it’d be unprofessional of him to ignore the requests but a part of you wanted him to turn them away and sweep you out onto the ballroom floor to share a dance. It was juvenile and you knew that too, but you hadn’t stopped thinking about it since Thrawn asked you to join him.

So, instead of mentioning anything to him, you’d stood patiently in the corner of the room waiting for him to return to you once more. Watching a Grand Admiral from afar had always fascinated you, especially Thrawn. He carried himself with such esteem it almost made your own shoulders straighten. He always looked so intimidating in his usual admiral uniform and yet the royal naval admiral uniform made him look virtually statuesque if he stood still.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the man you were considering approach you. “My darling,” Thrawn’s warm voice startled you, pulling you back to him in the present, “are you prepared to retire to the Chimera?”

“O-Oh! Is it already that time?” Your cheeks stung with the warmth of your blushing. When he’d only responded with a nod, pulling out a digital watch with a chain attached to his stark white naval coat, and checking it for a moment, you wrung your hands nervously. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed your previous disappointment.

Putting away the watch, Thrawn smiled softly at you, “yes, it is. Besides,” he began as a hand slid between both of your worrying ones, then sneaking one up to his lips, “I have spent long enough being pulled away from you for the night. I wish to take you back to my quarters and spend the rest of our time together- just the two of us.” Soft lips met your knuckles in a gentle brush, the warmth in his eyes never faltering from your face. “That is, if you wouldn’t mind joining me?”

Thrawn’s charming nature was all-consuming at times, and it left little room for disagreement, “I-I would love to join you, yes,” was all you could manage as your cheeks only burned angrier under his gaze. Nothing could keep your heart from buzzing madly against your chest at the grin that played on his lips as your eagerness was expressed.

“Marvelous,” Thrawn sighed against your knuckles as he placed another lingering kiss to them, “come then, beautiful, let us return.”

***

Once aboard the Chimera, Thrawn had told you to relax yourself, take a moment to use the refresher for a shower then join him back in his quarters whenever you were finished. With a kiss to the forehead and a parting smile from him, you took your time relaxing and unwinding from the night spent standing in the corner.

You realized, while in the shower, that you really were being a child about not being able to dance with Thrawn at the party and felt you needed to apologize if it seemed like you were pouting- though in hindsight, he hadn’t seemed to notice and Thrawn was generally on the nose about that. You couldn’t keep anything from him. But he wasn’t perfect, so maybe this one had slipped past him.

After an hour or so, you made your way to Thrawn’s quarters and smiled when you saw the lack of Storm or Death Troopers that guarded the door- his sign for you to join him freely whenever you were ready. It made your heart flutter at the minor ways he displayed his trust in you.

The door whooshed open in front of, then behind you once you’d stepped into the room. Thrawn had taken his own time to freshen up, as well, you’d noticed. He was wearing a regular while athletic shirt- resembling the kind you’d seen him sparing in before- and his uniform slacks. The blue in his hair accentuated by the dampness from the shower he’d taken, a droplet or two falling to his shoulder as he turned and smile at you. “Perfect timing, my angel, I just dressed.” He was so endearing in private, so warm and gentle. If you thought you’d fallen in love with him before seeing this side of him, you were certainly head over heels afterward.

Clearly appreciating his lean figure as he approached, you shivered as the warmth he radiated enveloped you- his strong arms circling around to rest at your waist. “You seem terribly quiet tonight,” he spoke softly in the silence of your embrace. “If I may be so bold as to assume that you are…. disappointed that we were not able to share a dance tonight, hmm?”

So, he did know.

Wincing at how immature it sounded coming from Thrawn’s lips, you lowered your head to hide your humiliation. “I’m sorry, Thrawn, I really was trying not to act like a baby about it. I know, it’s so stupid but I-“

Thrawn was quick to cut you off, “do not dare speak of your feelings that way,” he shook his head, lifting yours with a hand. “I shall tell you time and again, that if you are troubled by something, I wish for you to tell me. Even if you think I already know.”

“I just…” you sighed, rolling your eyes at yourself, “it really is so childish, but I had just been thinking about it all day. I was excited to be able to dance with you. It-It’s not something we’ve done before and…” your voice trailed off as you grew embarrassed again, “I just wanted that memory, I guess.”

There was silence between the two of you again for a moment as Thrawn studied your reddened cheeks and shinning eyes. “Then share a dance with me now, (y/n).” He said it so matter-of-factly that you were taken by surprise at first.

“…What?”

Thrawn stepped back from your embrace, leaving you cold momentarily as he keyed a few buttons on his data pad that sat on his desk. Soft music filled the quarters, the white light from the stars the only illumination from the large window beside you. Returning to stand in front of you again, then lowering himself to one knee regally, he took your hand in one of his- the other behind his back. Red eyes peered up at you, shinning in the dim starlight from under his dark lashes, “my beautiful lady, it would be an honor for you to join this undeserving man in a dance.”

Smiling at what seemed like an over-exaggerated display for something so simple, you laughed to yourself; as if you’d say no. “I would love to,” then after placing a kiss to your hand, he joined you standing again. “What was all that formality about?” You asked with a laugh as he placed a hand at your lower back, and he began to slowly sway with you.

“There are many nuances of my people that many will never know,” Thrawn said, almost regrettably, but then he smiled warmly at you as his hand caressed your cheek, “perhaps I will get the opportunity with you to express some of the more intimate practices we Chiss have, with our loved one.”

Your eyes softened at him, the dreamy gaze nearly choking the Grand Admiral up. He was so enamored by you, so often, that he’d almost forgotten who he was when lost in your eyes. “I would love to experience whatever you’re willing to show me, Thrawn.” Your voice was as soft as your eyes and he couldn’t help the growing smile as you continued to sway to the gentle music.

“The Chiss have a few very important rituals we follow for our special relationships, such as a married couple or a courting couple, as you and I are currently.” Thrawn explained as the hand on your back pressed further into the curve above your bottom, closing any gaps there any have been between the two of you.

Curiosity piqued, you laid your head against his shoulder, nose nuzzled perfectly against where his should and neck meet. “Tell me then, what am I to expect from you as my lover and confidant, Thrawn?” You truly were interested in these ‘courting rituals’ he had mentioned, but your mind was more focused on how perfect the moment was currently.

The way he held you, one arm holding your waist, rest just above your bottom, while the other now stroked your hair- almost subconsciously. Thrawn had rested his head atop yours now, snuggling you into him more. One of your hands tucked between your bodies, resting against his strong chest. The other migrating between resting on his shoulder and playing with the ends of his hair at the back of his neck. He smelled of fresh pine, assuredly from the shower he’d just taken, and his blue skin was perfectly warm.

It was just what you’d wanted. Just what you’d been dreaming about all week.

“Perhaps it shall remain my secret, until I am prepared to surprise you.” There was an obvious smile to his tone, as he was being mischievous now. You felt his chest tumble slightly with a small laugh as you hugged at his reply. “Come now, my love, you are not in favor of me revealing when I propose my idea of marriage to you, are you?” This time he had leaned away from you slightly to make eye contact, a playful grin on his handsome face.

Your eyes widened, he wasn’t joking about the marriage proposal though. He truly meant it… “o-of course not,” you choked out in surprise to his candid words. While you were certain he meant what he said, you couldn’t help but ask, “do you really mean to marry me?” Disbelief evident in your tone.

Caressing your cheek once more, his smile turned warmer, “would you agree if I were to ask for your hand?” His question came out causally, as if he knew the answer but wanted to hear your confirmation.

“Absolutely, yes,” you felt as if you couldn’t agree enough, “of course, Thrawn, I-“ then you paused momentarily, because you realized neither of you had said anything about it but then decided to be the first. “I love you.”

A sudden fire burned brightly behind Thrawn’s eyes and he surged forward, halting your lazy sway to kiss you. The fire that you’d seen just moments before in his eyes had traveled to his lips as his mouth ravished yours desperately. Your head was held protectively in place by his guiding hand tangled in your hair. The ever present fire now filling your lungs as Thrawn refused to let go, surprising you.

As soon as you felt like you couldn’t take anymore, Thrawn released your lips from his, almost regrettably. Just far enough away to open his eyes to meet yours, he whispered “and I am madly taken by you, (y/n).” Another quick kiss to your lips and he returned you to your earlier position of your head against his shoulder.

The slow and lazy sway of your bodies in the starlight, guided by the quiet music behind you making it all seem like the dream you’d been waiting for all week.

“Then I shall marry you in due time, my treasure.” Thrawn’s voice so soft it nearly escaped you, but you’d heard the deep sincerity behind the whisper.

You were wrong to be upset about not sharing a dance with him on Coruscant….this was far better than that. A far, far better memory.

[positively-peachy-143]

GUYS I GOT HOME FROM AZ LAST NIGHT, I WILL WORK ON THE DALLAS/PONYBOY THING, REQUESTS, AND START UP THAT JOKEFIC SOON I PROMISE BUT I AM LIKE SO SWAMPED WITH SCHOOL RN PLEASE BEAR WITH ME D:

[stellewriites]

Hi! Can you do one with barn cat hybrid reader, sheep dog soap, and farmer simon were soap catches bunny and brings her to simon? Ur choice in what they do to her!

i’d love to!! but one of my main rules is i don’t interact w minors and your blog doesn’t state your age anywhere - if you put up an age indicator on your blog (all of these examples are acceptable for me!) and let me know i’d be happy to get started on it asap 💓

[cherry-pop-elf]

i really like your work and i was wondering if you could make some headcanons about hermione being friends with a ravenclaw who get made fun of by the other ravenclaws cause they think they arent smart enough to be a ravenclaw (sorry if this is too specific)

More details the better boo boo! And thank you so much!!!!!!!! I love taking requests! I love writting, and it can help me with writers block. It also can help others. Like people who are to shy to speak, or want something similar but unable to afford atm. Everyone wins!

Besties with Hermione as a Bullied Ravenclaw

Seems like Hermione loves collecting bullied Ravenclaws, given Luna would be part of the little bubble all the say. One way, or another, after all

Regardless, houses are houses after all. She learned quickly, from her third year, that a house does not define you. Peter Pettigrew was certainly a coward, for being in Gryffindor

Also, what she learned in her third year is that the muggle way sure can shut people up fast. Ask Malfoy. Man has a scar from it all

She knows better than anyone that people are simply smarter in different fields. You are in Ravenclaw for a reason. She is going to help you find your niche. Luna has her magizoology after all. She is certain you have something you excel at better than anyone else

Anyone who says otherwise will certainly learn the hard way. She isnt one for violence, but it sure can shut people up fast

She can also understand greatly how isolating it can be. She is deemed the brightest witch of her era, but still wonders if she actually is smart. She knows it well

Bullies are bullies, and it can be so exhausting

Least you can make the argument that Smarty Pants Granger wouldn't be friends with the stupid types, right?

Yeah no, but hey that just makes it obvious how stupid everyone else is

No matter, Hermione knows the truth. The truth is you are smart. Smart enough to know people who bully are the real dumb ones here

More fun for you, because Hermione and her boys are always having exciting adventures to tag along on

Maybe that is what makes you smart

You are smart enough to make real friends

[icejjfishesz]

bottom or virgin paige hcs plz

j for u<33

[illcitaffrs]

Idk if you take request but you should do a bomika fanfiction to "Your Shirt" by Chelsea Cutler 🫢

I've never heard this song, but let's see 😼😼😼

[krazycartoonist]

Hey man how are you,I hope you are doing great but anyway I was scrolling through tumblr when I stumbled across your art and I thought "Wow this guy or gal is great at this whole art thing!"And so it gave me the courage to ask for this thing I was thinking about the other that I actually kind wanna see. which was a fusion with Mirko from MHA and Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls. So that's what I want you to draw a fusion between Mirko and Bill Cipher,if you don't mind of course

First, I am doing great!! Thanks for asking.

Second, thank you so much for the compliments! It means a lot :)

Third, here ya go!

A bill possessed Mirko. (I hope thats what you wanted haha)

Though if this is more what you imagined…. I don’t blame you.

[spookykoolkat]

in case u were wondering.... i DO TAKE REQUESTS 🥹🥹🥹🥹