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hanasnx · 1 year ago
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MINORS DNI 18+
INDIANA JONES has that effortless brat-taming way about him. When he tells you to “Sit down.” because you’re getting too uppity, you’ll sit down. When you’re acting fussy because he’s spending too much time away from home, he’ll call you out on it before finding a satisfactory solution for you. For the most part, he’s highly logical when presented with problems. So logical sometimes it’s hard to argue with him because he doesn’t wanna see the emotional side of things. Oh, but when you give him the silent treatment... it's an entirely different story.
His boots thunder after you as you walk away from him with your nose stuck up in the air. "You ignorin' me?" he questions. He knows the answer, but he's incredulous. You've noted how when he's angry, he's looser with proper pronunciation. So at least you're getting somewhere.
"Hey." he warns, his large hand clamping onto your upper arm to whip you around and face him. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."
You glare up at him, jerking your limb from his hold. "Oh, were you? I didn't notice, Pa." As you speak you cross your arms, closing your eyes to pivot your head in the opposite direction. The nickname you call him so affectionately is now used to pierce him. Instead, it backfires. You see it in the way he sets his jaw.
"I'll show you why you call me that."
With all the rage a father can have, and all the passion a lover is capable of, he makes sure to teach you not to address your Pa so informally. Your poor ass a mess of a sloppy, red welt when he's done.
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ohdudedhesflirting · 1 year ago
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I want cuddles
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Pairing : Kim Tae Rae x gender neutral reader
Synopsis : Park date with pouty Tae Rae
Genre : Fluff
Warnings : Y/N is acting cute. Cringy, YN doesn’t like Indiana Jones movies
Notes : Nina I didn’t know if you wanted to be tagged since it’s not a matthew fic. English is not my first language
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“ Come ooon”
“ I don’t want to”
“Taerae seriously”
Looking at your boyfriend in front you, you wondered why was he being such a pouty baby.
You thought that it was a good day, sunny and not too hot but still warm enough to want to go to a park and take a stroll.
So that's what you did, you told him you had a surprise date for him and went to pick him up at work.
Sunglasses and sunscreen ready, you drove to a scenery park and not far from where you were living together. It was a great place. Many alleys, many plants, so many colors and smells.
You would be able to take a stroll nicely with your boyfriend and just enjoy the moment or at least that what you thought.
Understanding you weren't going home Taerae grew definitely pouty. And as you were both taking a walk together it truly seemed like he was bored and just wanted to go home.
Looking up from your shoulder you saw the brown haired boy walking slowly and without energy.
Without lasting one more second you went to him and put your hands on his back putting him close to you. This way you were able to fully take a close look at his face and see all of the details that was making you crazy for him.
“Tae tell me what is it ? Ever since we came out here you have been nothing but pouty... tell me what's wrong”
Just grumbling Tae Rae replied “it’s nothing really”
Pulling him even closer to you, leaving your faces just a few centimeters away from each other, you kept questioning him
“Tell me ! What is it a bad day at work ? Did the boys make you crazy ? Was it Gyuvin ? Did he break something again ?”
Just being even more pouty Tae Rae just denied it with his head
“Cooomee on tell me babe !”
Just mumbling he replied “I thought we were going home to cuddle”
Thinking you heard him wrong you replied slowly, looking at him completely confused “What”
“You said you a date planned that was really cozy and that would make me really happy us.. I thought we were going to go home and cuddle and just watch that Indiana Jones movie .. “
You couldn't even believe what you just heard and looked at your boyfriend with the biggest heart eyes that was possible. Quickly you put yourself on your toes and quickly joined your lips together.
God .. Kim Tae rae was such a cute man how could you resist him ?
“I’m sorry babe I didn't know you wanted some cuddles.. I want some cuddles too..”
This time it was Taerae turn to look at you with heart eyes. He loved it when you acted cute. He just wanted to have you cuddled up against him and slowly kissing your temple while watching a movie with you and that situation of taking a walk made him go crazy
“Listen.. we are going to leave but we'll play a game. The one that get the most different species of leaves can pick the movie”
Slowly pulling away from each other, you thought that the man of your life would just kiss you and accept but before you could understand you saw him run and starting to pick the leaves
“Hey !”
“I wanna watch the Indiana Jones movie and cuddle !”
Running after him, and picking leaves you yelled at him to wait for you.
You would have to watch Indiana Jones but being curdled up against your boyfriend would make up for it
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spider-bren · 1 year ago
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I am open to taking requests. I need someone on this klaber brainrot with me. If you have any klaber x voller ideas. Or just wanna scream how hot klaber looked. Or mads. Or wanna send fem/masc/gn x reader prompts just send me an ask. I'm on a buzz and nothing will sastify me.
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hobiespick · 6 months ago
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Sam Winchester x reader headcanons part 2
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a/n : fuck it we ball sammy headcanons part 2, I made a shit ton of them (yeehaw i made another moodboard) hope you guys like my shitty thoughts (i am acting so nonchalant but i am actually shaking i'm so goddamn nervous) , thank you sm for all the likes and feedback ! Enjoy!
Summary : Headcanons I wrote for Sam x reader (can be read as gn!reader), very few are abt Dean, mention of Sam's childhood, Sam being head over heels for u, Sam being flirty, the reader is mentioned to be shorter/smaller than Sam.
-He carries around your hairties: around his wrists, the pockets of his brown jacket or his wallet - buys Dean bubblegum air fresheners for baby. - he's a communist so his favourite icecream flavour is berry - he is the one to tell you to please call him Sammy. You've never dared to call him that, you know he doesn't let anybody else call him that besides dean, your last wish is to make him uncomfortable or annoyed. Infantilizing a 6'4 man would be the most emmbarassing way to get dumped. - you would rather fall face first into the ground than actually call him that - so when it's a lazy day and you’re both laying in his bed (u were physically dragged there by the giant) you hear Sam mutter something tiredly in your neck as his koala grip on your waist gets tighter. "What was that?" You ask softly. He has to drag his head up and look at you his hazel eyes seem dark brown due to the lighting in the room and his hair is messy, strands sticking up and down, he looks adorable. "You can call me Sammy" he repeats himself clearly voice lower than usual but geniune as he rubs the back of his knuckles over his eyes. You smile fondly at him, "Ok" you reply using the same soft voice as if you replied with a voice any louder than that you would ruin his sleepy state. He nudges his head back into your neck with a satisfied sigh. You can't help but travel your hand up to his hair to run your fingers through it and kiss his temple. "Night, Sammy" you whisper. He mutters something else in your neck but you know it's 'goodnight', feeling him smile against your skin before falling asleep fast, a result of the level of trust he has in you.
- avril lavigne enjoyer (he is a teenage girl your honor) -  you bother him with psyhological questions to scare him or something but he answers them with the same amount of melancholy for shits and giggles - he is a feminist
- really really likes sarcastic people, playing along with you, just shooting back snarky replies at eachother (he is flirting)
- likes being one of the very few people you trust - he also gets unconciously close to you - you both could be in a large room (inside a haunted house probably) and he would still be right behind you, glued to you like a gum to a shoe - can you imagine not paying attention and walking right into him - me personally I would break my nose, have you seen his chest? holy fuck
- that one time you mouthed off a victims relative for not giving a fuck about his missing son but he got verbally agressive quick and Sam had to swoop in and save your ass, putting himself infront of you shielding you from the vic's relative calming the situation down Imediately. - Dean unfortunately wasn't there, he was checking out some place where the vic might have been before they went missing, it was just you and Sam supporting (interrogating) the family - I am mentioning this because if Dean was in fact there things would escalate fast, you're basically his little sister.
- Dean probably loved indiana Jones as a kid ( dunno if this is canon or not I am on szn 2)
- you and sam were asking eachother questions, getting to know one another to pass the time once on some kind of stake out. - you asked him what was his favorite stuffed animal as a kid - he said he doesn't remember. (*sounds of uncontrolable sobbing coming from me n u*) - he asked you what was yours to change the subject - he would lie if he said that it didn't bother him, not remembering something normal people can easily recall from their childhoods - you replied back with your kid self fav stuffie smilling at the memory but feeling bad for Sam , heart aching at his confession - "i'm sorry you don't remember Sam." you say geniunely, how can someone be robbed of such a normal thing everyone should have? You've never wanted to buy someone a stuffed animal as bad as you do now. I know I am the one talking about "infantilizing a 6'4 man" but please, I can allow to contradict myself just this once. - he asked another question to shrug it off, he usually doesn't want anybody's pity, but yours felt honest, almost like his past hurt you too and he can't help but have the perverted need to tell you all about his fucked childhood, to have you hug him, maybe he was selfish and wanted desperately to be comforted by you. - "What was your favourite book when you were 13?" He skips past the subject quickly with an oddly specific question because he is Sam
- remembers Dean to drink water, Dean does the same with Sam just not verbally. Dean leaves water bottles where Sam can see them and Sam pretends to not notice it smilling to himself everytime he opens them and takes a sip
- gets some kind of sick twisted amusement from seeing you flustered (i'm so sorry I was literally talking about childhood trauma a min ago and now Sam is flirty) - example, you theorize with Sam about the monster you're having trouble identifying, he also can't hear you and you literally started muttering to yourself like a mad scientist, so to kill two birds with one stone he leans in dangerously close, looks you in the eye with a stoic expression and has the audacity to say "Hm? I'm sorry I can't hear you sweetheart." In his low drawl, LAWD HATH MERCY AHSHSBHAGA - he breaks character and smiles when he sees you get pulled out from your pondering haze - "M-might be a vengefull spirit." You repeat yourself, that little stutter and faint crimson on your cheeks shattering your whole 'badass, intimidating hunter' thingy you got going on in a matter of seconds, feeding his ego with a spoon.
- thinks it's cute when you and Dean act like siblings.
- he always knows what you need. "Sammy can you please give me my-" and you’re cut off by the sight of Sam already holding your sweater, the item of clothing looking ridiculously smaller in his hands. and if you jokingly ask him to put it on you too he just might (he is that head over heels for you) - if you ask him how did he know you wanted your sweater he would reply with something along the lines of "I saw it in my visions." sarcastic little shi- - he saw you running your hands up and down your arms before asking him - and since he is boyfriend coded, it's in his instinct to know what to do
- if he was feeling cute he would've enveloped you in a bear hug in order to warm you up.
- if you see him reading please pick up that unread book i know u have on your nightstand and read beside him. It can be your lil cute routine, can you imagine he just drags u to the couch or his bed, holding 2 books one of yours and one of his because it's comfy reading time, oh you're alone doing nothing?  nah BAM QUALITY TIME BIATCH
a/n: kinda lost sleep because of these but it's fine, I also think imma post and write for fun ,still learning the ropes of writting but uh yeah, again hope you guys like these feedback would be very much appreciated! 🫶
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vodika-vibes · 5 months ago
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Ask and you shall receive the wonderful vod'ika!
For your 650 Followers, could we have Dogma in a Mystic AU 👀 either the one you already have going on or, consider, he's an Indiana Jones type (who is mostly trying to get ahead of robbers, but not "it belongs in a museum!").
Hope this is what you're looking for 💙💙 thank you for writing amazing fics.
Hopelessly Devoted
Summary: You and Dogma have been partners for years now, there’s no one on the planet you trust more, and you like to think that he feels the same way about you. Unfortunately, Dogma keeps his thoughts close to his chest. And you honestly have no idea where you stand with him.
Pairing: Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1889
Prompt: Indiana Jones/Warehouse-13/The Librarian AU
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Alright, I finally got this to a place where I'm happy with it. This is more Warehouse-13 and The Librarian AU than Indiana Jones, but really, all three of them are very similar if you think about it. Warehouse-13 was a SciFi show, followed a pair of Secret Service agents while the traveled to collect dangerous artifacts. The Librarian followed a Librarian who's job it was to collect dangerous artifacts from around the world. Warehouse-13 had things like Edgar Allen Poe's journal and pen, while the Librarian had things like Excalibur. Although, I think all three had the Arc of the Covenant.
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“Careful, you don’t want to drop it,” Dogma warns you as he watches you slide the Arc of the Covenant into its place on the shelf.
“I know, Dogma.” You reply with a roll of your eyes, “Have I ever dropped anything before?”
Dogma doesn’t reply until he’s sure that the Arc is secure, and then he activates the security system around the ancient artifact, “There was that one time with the White Rabbit,” He reminds you as he turns to look at you.
You sputter indignantly, “That is like comparing apples and oranges, Dogma!”
A small grin lifts his lips, “Is it?”
“You can’t compare a golden box to a living, breathing animal!”
“I can, and I did.” His grin widens as he watches you, and then he turns and motions for you to follow him, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
You chase after him until you’re walking next to him, “And you’ll finally let me treat your injuries?” You ask as you eye the nasty cut over his eye.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Don’t ‘yeah, yeah’ me. I’m worried about you. You got hit, hard.”
Dogma leads you to the small gold cart that the pair of you use to navigate the storage building, “Better me than you. Besides, me getting hit gave you the time you needed to actually get to the artifact.” He slides behind the steering wheel, and you climb in next to him.
“We both know that if they opened the Arc they would have been killed. Our interference was pointless.” You grumble.
“Saving lives is never pointless.”
“They were terrorists, Dogma.”
He flashes a small grin at you, “All life is valuable.”
“Some lives are more valuable than others.” You counter, “And the lives of terrorists are less important to me than your life.”
“Supposed terrorists.” Dogma corrects as he starts the cart.
“Supposed my ass. You saw the auction list. It was like a who’s who of the world’s nastiest murderers.”
“And yet, their lives still have value.”
You heave out a sigh, “And this is why you’re the boss and I’m the assistant.”
“You’ll get there eventually.”
“Not really sure I’ll ever get to the point where I’ll look at bad people and think ‘Oh yes, these people are definitely worth my time and effort’.” You reply dryly.
He flashes you an amused look and then starts paying attention to the path again. It would be bad if he crashed into anything in here. A very good way to kill the both of you.
Luckily, even half concussed, Dogma is a very good driver. So you feel comfortable kicking your feet up on what you’d call the dashboard, though you’re sure that’s not what it’s called, and you slouch in the seat.
You’ve been an “employee�� of this agency for close to two years now, and Dogma’s underling for almost that long. He transferred in from another division a couple of months after you were forced into the position.
You allow your gaze to slide over to Dogma for a moment, tracing what part of the face tattoo you can see, and then you focus your attention on the rows of shelves again.
Dogma’s a soldier, just like all of his brothers. One of an army of two million identical men. You asked him, once, what the deal with that was, and he just shrugged and changed the subject. 
The Program’s director, later, admitted to you that Dogma and his brothers are a result of an artifact used by a large group of unscrupulous cloners.
Their plan, you were told, was to create an army of super soldiers and then sell them to the highest bidder. Luckily for the world, the Jedi got there first and claimed the clones as their own.
When you first heard that story, you thought it was a joke. Something that the director told you to make you a little more agreeable to working with Dogma.
Then you start to meet his brothers, and they really are completely identical.
Still, Dogma’s route to this division is normal, from what you understand. The director picks through hundreds of personnel files and finds the right person for the job.
If only you had been so lucky.
You like to think that you aren’t a bad person. A little greedy, and a lot lazy, but neither of those traits are inherently bad. Unfortunately, when you combine greed and laziness with a neglectful childhood, you have the perfect mixture for someone becoming a criminal.
Once upon a time, you were a thief.
Well, okay, less thief and more grifter.
You have a knack for walking into a room and determining which person in the room is the easiest mark and which person would be the most profitable.
About two years ago, you managed to get your hands on an artifact, a locket. An artifact that you stole from a local museum. 
To this day, you’re not sure why you took it. The item made your skin crawl, and you wanted nothing more than to destroy it, but you found yourself unable to get rid of it.
The director saved your life.
The pendant belonged to Countess Elizabeth Báthory, a woman who, historically, was known for murdering young women and bathing in their blood.
After that day, the Director forced you to be a junior in his division. His threat was simple, if you don’t then you’ll be turned in to the police and arrested for your many, many crimes.
And, well, you’ve never been a stupid person, so you agreed.
Now, two years later, you’re glad you did. You travel the world and are still able to keep your skills sharp. But, much more importantly, you get to spend your free time with Dogma.
You trust Dogma, he knows more about you than anyone on the planet who isn’t you, and you like to think that he feels the same way. But Dogma keeps his feelings close to his chest.
While you’re pretty good at reading him, after almost two years, you’re still not sure where you stand with him.
Which is a shame, because you’ve been in love with him for almost a year now.
The cart comes to a stop, and Dogma pushes your feet off the dashboard, as he removes the key from the cart. “Come on, I think I saw the director upstairs.”
You groan theatrically, but follow Dogma up the narrow staircase and through the shut door that leads to where you and he do almost all of your research. 
The director is an older man, with pure white hair and thick glasses. You’ve never seen him in anything other than a strict suit, though you’re pretty sure that he has a family somewhere. 
“I have a new job for you,” The director says, his voice clipped.
“Already?” Dogma asks as he sinks into a chair and tilts his head back to allow you to actually tend to his injuries. 
“I wouldn’t insist if it wasn’t important,” The director replies, falling silent for a moment to watch you set the first aid kit on the table and pop it open, “Pandora’s Box has reappeared.”
Both you and Dogma freeze.
The both of you have been hunting Pandora’s box for close to 8 months now. Every time you get close, the box vanishes again. Stolen, or sold, or just lost.
“Where is it?” You ask.
“Rome.” The Director replies, “It’s on display. At the Vatican.”
Dogma releases a laugh, “Oh, easy then.”
You make a face, “The Vatican knows our faces,” You remind the both of them, “We did have to steal the shroud from them, after all.”
The Director nods, “I am making arrangements. Just make sure that the both of you are prepared.” He nods once more, and then stalks out of the room, leaving the faint scent of cigars in his place.
Dogma allows you to finish cleaning and tending to his injury, before he hops to his feet, “Pandora’s box, how long has it been?”
“Eight months,” You reply, “That was when the first report was made, at least.”
“We should start making flight arrangements—”
“Hold on!” You move and press your hands on his chest to stop him from heading to the computer, “We need to wait for the Director to make arrangements. We’re both wanted in Italy.”
His lips twist, “This is the closest we’ve been in months—” 
“I know. But we’re not going to accomplish anything if we’re in jail.”
Dogma stares at you and then sighs. “I know you’re right.” He murmurs, his hands coming up to wrap around yours, and squeezing, “I just want Pandora’s Box sealed away. It’s dangerous.”
“Everything we work with is dangerous. I don’t think there’s a single thing down there that isn’t dangerous.” You point out, “Pandora’s Box is empty, at least according to the stories.”
“Of everything except hope.”
“Exactly.” You scan his face for a moment, “We should continue our inventory while we wait for the Director to work his magic.”
Dogma smiles at you, soft and warm. “What did I do to deserve a partner as amazing as you?”
“Well, you accepted a transfer.” You lightly tug your hand from his grasp and reach up to lightly pat his cheek, “Smartest thing you’ve ever done, I think.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He scans your face for a moment, “I need to tell you something—”
“Alright,” You prompt as he trails off.
“I,” Dogma hesitates, “I just…” He sighs, “You know what, it’s not important.”
You stare at him suspiciously, “Oh, come on Dogma. Just tell me.”
“It’s really not important.”
“You said you needed to tell me, so tell me!”
He releases an explosive sigh, “Fine! I love you! I’m in love with you. Have been for ages now, and I felt like you needed to know. There, happy?”
You blink at him, stunned. “You love me?”
“You’re going to make me repeat it?” Dogma asks with a scowl, “Yes, I love you. You can proceed with your mocking now.”
You continue to stare at him, and then you giggle. You feel euphoric like you’re walking on air. Before Dogma can say something mean about your giggling, you fling your arms around him and bury your face against his neck.
You feel him tense under you, and he hesitates before he wraps his arms around you, gingerly holding you, as though you’re made from fragile glass. “What are—?”
“I love you too.”
The tension drains from Dogma so suddenly, that the both of you nearly topple to the floor. His arms tighten around you, and he presses his nose into your hair, “You do?” There’s something small and almost frail in his voice, it makes you tighten your arms around him. 
“I do.”
Gently, he pushes you back so he’s able to look at you. His dark eyes scan your face for a moment, and a small smile lifts his lips, “You’re telling the truth.”
“I generally do, just no one believes me.”
Dogma crashes his lips against yours instead of offering an answer. You sigh into the kiss and submit to his passion, it’s everything that you’ve wanted, after all.
You have a feeling that you and Dogma are going to be even better partners from here on out.
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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago
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Markiplier Egos Masterlist
I have too many links on my main masterlist lol
Main Masterlist
AO3
Request Rules
Tag List Form
The Host
Please Stay - The Host x gn!reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of blood, wound descriptions, implied self-h*rm, awkwardness, just sorta the beginning stages of a crush so it's really cute
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Help - The Host x gn!reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts
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Friendship - The Host x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)
Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness
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“Did you sleep well?” Headcanons - The Host x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Wilford Warfstache
Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader
Warnings: none, just pure fluff
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Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader
Warnings: broken glass, panic attack, swearing, hurt/comfort but mostly fluff
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Wilf Welcoming You Back Home Headcanons - Wilford x gn!reader
Warnings: mentions of food and drink
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Yancy
Pet - Yancy x gn!reader
Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents
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Parole - Yancy x gn!reader
Warnings: cat
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My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader
Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy calls you “doll” in a gender neutral way, period stuff
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Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader
Warnings: swearing, slight paranoia (?), slight abandonment issues
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Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois
Warnings: none
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Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader
Warnings: panic attack, claustrophobia, swearing, hurt/comfort
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Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois
Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff
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Darkiplier
Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader
Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff
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Overwhelmed - Part 2 - Dark x (implied) autistic!gn!reader
Warnings: overstimulation/sensory overload, being nonverbal, zoning out, swearing, can be read as platonic
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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Grief - Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet
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Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader
Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria
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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader
Warnings: angst
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Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader
Warnings: mentions of purgatory, fire/matches and a knife
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Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader
Warnings: none
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Just A Child - Dark & teenage!gn!reader (platonic)
Warnings: Actor is a creep (implied), hurt/comfort themes
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Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff
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Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader
Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳
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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader
Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst
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Papers (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader
Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM
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Illinois
Of Cowboys, Cave Ins, and Crushes - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: being trapped in a small area, death, minor injuries that are not explicitly described
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Partner - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort
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Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST
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Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader
Warnings: none
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Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader
Warnings: swearing
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Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy
Warnings: none
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Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones
Warnings: none
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Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy
Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff
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Damien
Midnight, The Stars and You (Songfic Kinda) - Damien x fem!reader
Warnings: none
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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader
Warnings: angst
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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader
Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst
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Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader
Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious trauma, hinted emotionally abusive parents, sodomy laws
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Papers (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader
Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM
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Googleplier
Hug - Google x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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Reader Who Can’t Spell Headcanons - Google x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader
Warnings: none
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ISWM
You’re Not The Captain AU
One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Ficlet
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You’re Another Engineer AU
One
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Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition
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Dogs in Space Headcanons - ISWM Crew + Captain!reader (Slight Captaineer)
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Engineer Mark
Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader
Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff
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Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader
Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing
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In My Solitude (Songfic) - Engineer Mark x gn!reader
Warnings: loneliness, depression, possible su*c*dal thought (written in red text just in case), death, heavy angst, maybe a little fluffy at the end but like a sad fluffy
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I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader
Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered
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#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort
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Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, loss of identity, overworking
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daddy-issues-99 · 1 year ago
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Fanfic Material List!!!
(Some of these are from when I just started writing so if they're cringy I'm so sorry 🫣)
Transformers
Horror
Marvel
Star Wars
DC
Harry Potter
LOTR/TH
John Wick
TMNT
Call Of Duty
Other:
Goodnight Robicheaux x f!reader smut
Jack In The Box x f!reader Fluff
1993 Three Musketeer's: What would they be like in a relationship?
Possessed Indiana Jones x f!reader
Zak Bagans with a ghost s/o Fluff
Mothman x GN reader
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edgessunflower · 2 years ago
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Yoooo! How about some Indiana Jones x reader? Maybe indiana surprises the reader with a vacation that doesn't involve artifacts/treasure hunting?
Thank you!! <3333
Woooo okay dokey!
Jones vacation
Pairing:Indiana Jones x GN reader
Description:After getting engaged Indy takes you on a surprise vacation
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You smile following Indy to the car excited to where the two of you were going listening to music on the radio as he drove to the airport.He told you that the two of you were going somewhere in honor of getting engaged but wouldn't tell you where thinking it would end up with the two of you somewhere in the desert hunting some rare treasure from god knows how many time periods ago.You both quietly laugh,eat,and sleep on the plane until you landed getting outside of the airport and being blindfolded by him and going in a car mostly likely a cab or a rental car "Honey where are you taking me" he laughs as you look around despite not being able to see "Oh baby you'll see it's a surprise" you hold his hand the rest of the way until the car stops and he helps you out leading you with his arm as you try to guess where the two of you are knowing it was too cool and sunny to be the desert and to warm to be anywhere with snow.After walking for a couple of minutes you felt sand under your feet waiting patiently as he took the blindfold off your face immediately covering your mouth and your eyes widening in awe of the view infront of you of the clear blue and green ocean and almost white sand and the sea turtles going in the water realizing you were at the beach "Surprise darling" you turn with the biggest smile on your face hugging him as you both go and get changed.You spend hours on the beach sun bathing,tanning,and swimming going back taking a cold shower,eating dinner,dousing each other in aloe and finally going to sleep in each other's arms once the aloe got you cold enough to not be in pain and enjoy the next few weeks at the beach before going back home to celebrate with both your families and friends and to start planning your wedding together.
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lostfirefly · 11 months ago
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Thank you for your tag, @gingernut1314
One Piece
Updates are coming.
• You've Got the Same Dream as Me
Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 (holy shit)
Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure..  (based on my dream with Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill, but they have been replaced). Main characters: Sir Crocodile x OC, Buggy x OC. Catch Indiana Jones' vibes.
• Date Night (fluff and arguing)
My lovely Catherine and Buggy from "I've got..." are going on a date.
• Nightmare (the title can be changed) - pure fluff
The idea came after my nightmare tonight. Buggy x GN!Reader
Thank you, my lovely blue-haired clown for being an inspiration
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drunkonaheistinspace · 1 year ago
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forgotten birthdays and expensive slaps
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originally published: November 23rd, 2019
reworked: December 3rd, 2023
Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader
Rating: General Audience
Tags: fluff, friendship, can be read as platonic
You did not know why you were still following this idiot into life-threatening situations.
Okay, you actually knew it. You just had nothing better to do and he was dumb enough to offer you a job. Other than that, you pretty much had a crush on him. Well, who wouldn’t? He was handsome, educated and a real-life version of Indiana Jones. Only with more muscle.
You expected it to be one of those days when you risk your lives for an antique artifact. But something was different.
Your flight was without any turbulence, Illinois wasn’t involved in any bar fights, and you were not hunted by any criminal organization. But the strangest thing was yet to come. You saw Illinois O'Connell without his precious hat, which he usually did not take off either while sleeping or while showering.
But now he was standing in front of you. Hair neatly combed back and dressed in a suit. This sight was unfamiliar. A pig walking on two legs looked righter than whatever this was.
"Illi? Are you all, right? Should I call a doctor?" You asked anxiously as you continue to mentally process his sight.
The adventurer just looked at you confused. "A doctor? What are you talking about?"
Instead of answering, you simply point to his suit with a look that was a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and horror.
Still confused, he looked down to find the reason for your strange behavior. It took him a moment to understand what you meant.
"Oh, the suit!"
Well, that had taken surprisingly long.
"I go to an auction and as much as I love my hat and my outfit, I thought it would be more appropriate to stick to the dress code," said the adventurer, as he straightened his bow tie.
An auction? If he makes himself so fancy, then it would have to be an auction for the higher social class. In short, the complete opposite of you. But that made you wonder.
You knew he had money. How else would he finance all the travels and give you a generous paycheck every month? But you never really thought about how much money he really had. Let alone how he earned it!
It was completely impossible that your adventures could finance all this, because after all you did not even know what he did with all the stuff you find. Does he donate it to a museum? Does he sell it? Does he keep it? If he keeps it, then where? Does he even have a permanent residence? Where does he come from? So many questions and hardly any answers.
You've known him for almost two years, but you knew so little about him. You did not even know his last name after four months.
This man was an Enigma and that made him even more attractive! If that was even possible.
"What kind of auction?" You asked curiously, as you could not imagine any sort of auction that Illinois would go to.
"An art collector died last month and now his family is auctioning off his collection."
"Art collectors? Since when have you been interested in art? "
You never had the impression that he was a fan of anything that would be classified as ‘modern art’. The only art he seemed interested in was those whose ages were in the triple digits and started at least seven. Or the art which he saw every time in the mirror.
"I do not," he admitted. "I know from a safe source that he has collected valuable paintings as well as some ancient artifacts. I hope to find something special for my collection. "
So, he has a collection. Will he show it to you if you ask nicely?
"And what do I do in the meantime?" You ask. He certainly had a job that you could do during this time.
"Well, you come with me, of course!" He said with a smile. "You are my partner after all!"
It surprised you to hear that he actually intended to take you along. After all, he knew very well that you did not know how to behave at such events, and they would easily recognize you as an outsider.
In fact, the thought of going there made you pretty scared. More scared than that one time Illinois and you were hunted by a bunch of mutant monkeys on lions. The difference was not in the nature of the danger, but in the fact that if you had died back then, then at least you have died the hero's death. At the auction you will most likely die of embarrassment.
"But ... so you know ... well ... I do not really ... have the right ... um ... the right thing to wear! Yes! I just have my usual stuff with me and none of that would fit into such an event! "
You hoped that this excuse helped, because you could not think of anything better. That was not even a lie. You never expected that your boss would ever go to such events and therefore packed only things that are comfortable and robust. You were for climbing a mountain, hiking in the forest and even for a sudden blizzard equipped, but not for an evening with rich people!
Illinois gave you just one of his charming smiles that made you melt each time.
"Do not worry, partner. I've already taken care of everything. "
Before you could understand what, he meant by that, you found yourself in the auction room. You were driven here in a chic limousine, and you probably wore your annual salary in the form of a very simple, but unspeakably comfortable outfit.
The auction was quiet.
So quiet that it bored you.
It started with the countless paintings the deceased had collected over many years. There were some interesting pieces here and there, but you were not interested in buying them.
After almost two hours, the artifacts passed over. For ordinary citizens, these would have been very interesting, but you had already seen better. Not all that was of any value to you, and you were starting to get frustrated. A look at your partner told you that he felt the same way.
You were so bored after a time that you became more and more tired and now sat in your chair half asleep. You've just heard that a ring of unknown origin was presented, and you did not think much of it. You had yourself a bunch of rings lying around that you collected during your adventures. They served as a small investment. You could sell them anytime you needed money.
You were about to fall asleep when Illinois suddenly raised his hand to bid, which startled you so much that you almost fell off your chair.
Suddenly you were wide awake, and you tried to understand what was happening at that moment.
The bid jumped moment by moment from a three-digit amount to a five-digit amount and seemed to have no end. Finally, the adventurer bought the ring for half a million and you just sat there. Shocked and confused. But mostly shocked.
Someone needed to have a small talk with this man about responsible money management!
You waited outside when your boss paid and hoped he did not really carry that much money on him. But who knows?
When he came out, you wanted to confront him about the ring, but your heart stopped momentarily, and you did not get a single word out when he took your hand and put the ring on your finger.
"Happy Birthday, partner!" Was the only thing he said.
It was your birthday? The constant traveling and the following jetlag fucked with your perception of time, which meant that you never knew what day or month it was. There is also the slight chance that this also led to you forgetting that you even had a birthday in the first place.
But now you stood there. Completely perplexed and with a ring on the finger, which could finance your pension without any problems. You did not think when you raised your hand and slapped him. Only then did you realize that you had just struck your own boss with half a million. This thought was both surreal and quite satisfying.
"What was that for?!" he asked, holding his aching cheek.
"Take a fucking guess!"
You're waving your hand in front of his face as clue, but also as a kind of warning that you're always ready to give him one more slap.
"I thought you would like it!"
"I would have loved flowers or a card! Even a cup of coffee would have been enough!"
You take a deep breath and try to calm down a bit. "What I mean is that you should not spend so much money on me. If you want to throw me half a mill, then at least in the form of my paycheck! "
Illinois looked like a beaten puppy, and you regret having raised your hand and your voice against him. You have never experienced him so hurt.
"Forgive me. I should have asked you first ..." he said in a low voice. You feel terrible. "It's just that you survived the longest of all my partners. I just do not want you to change your mind and leave me."
You already knew the story of his other partners. That was pretty much the first one he ever told you.
"I won’t leave you," you said after a long pause, which made him look surprised. "If someone told me five years ago that I would travel around the world and voluntarily collect ancient artefacts from caves and the like, I would have laughed at them. But this is my life now and I love my job because it allows me to see the world and experience everything. And apart from that, I have the best boss in the world!"
A smile bloomed on his face, and you could not help but kiss him on the cheek, causing him to blush.
You smile at him again before you turn away. "But now we are looking for a restaurant! The birthday child is hungry!" You exclaim, as you started walking.
Illinois laughed before running after you.
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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years ago
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Kissing Indiana Jones Would Include:
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Title: Kissing Indiana Jones Would Include:
Indiana Jones X GN Reader
Additional Characters: N/A
Requested by @doctoriletyougotogalaxy!
WC: 867
Warnings: Slight suggestiveness, kissing?, Indy is a simp really, and fluff
Indy loves kissing you.
He had the moment he first laid his lips on yours at the end of your third date on the porch of your home.
He loved every minute of it.
The way your hands were in his hair, the smile on your face as you leaned into him and kissed his cheek softly after pulling away, like it was the most natural thing in the world… He would always be grateful that he had the chance to kiss you.
When he does kiss you, he cherishes it, like the most precious gift he could ever receive. He thinks about how soft your lips are, like cotton candy, just waiting for him to take a bite. His fingers trace the curves of your face, memorizing every single one of them. He has memorized them already, but there is always something new.
He loves the feel of your arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulling him closer. He loves the warmth of your body against his, especially when your legs wrap around his waist as if it's a common occurrence. You’re so warm.
On other occasions, he'd be eager, hungrily, desperately, wanting to taste your mouth again and again and again. He’d want to devour you whole and never stop.
But right now, he just wants to stay where he is, pressed up against you, holding your hand and kissing you senselessly. You back against the wall, his hat tossed somewhere, landing on the floor, with the two of you still in each other’s arms, clinging to each other as if your life depended on it.
He presses his lips to your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, then down your neck and collarbone. Your fingers dig into his back, nails scratching at his skin, marking a promise to a long night ahead of them.
Right now, he just wants to hold you forever.
To take you in his arms, and kiss you until you can’t breathe anymore. To make you forget everything except him and how much he loves you. To tell you all the things he hasn’t been able to say, all the things that have been weighing heavily on his heart since the day he met you.
He doesn’t know why the feeling is so overwhelming, but it is. It’s like something inside him has been crying out to see you again. To kiss you again. He feels like he has waited centuries for this, and maybe he has. 
But in the end, kissing you, he feels weightless, like nothing matters anymore except the taste of your lips, your skin against his, your arms around his neck. Like no one else in the universe matters more than you.
That’s all he needs to know. Because no matter what happens, he knows that he will always come home to you after his adventures. You'll always be here for him. You'll always love him.
And that's enough. 
You're his true treasure, the one he had always been searching for. The one that he finally found in his dreams, and in reality. 
You loved kissing Indy.
It was like you died and went to heaven every time.
Your lips were soft and tasted like strawberries, and they moved perfectly against Indy's lips. 
You craved his touch because Indy’s lips were softer than silk and made you dizzy. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, pull him closer, feel his strong muscles against yours, and hold him tight. 
His hair was soft under your fingertips, silky smooth, and he smelled like cinnamon and vanilla from whatever shampoo he used.
He was so close to you, you could feel the steady beat of his heartbeat, which you felt against your chest. Every kiss sent chills running down your spine and made you giddy like you were drunk.
You didn't want to pull away, but you had to breathe; you needed air, and you couldn’t keep kissing him like this forever.
Indy pulled away reluctantly, but only slightly, his breath fanning over your face.
Then he looked at you with those gorgeous green eyes, and asked, “Can I ask you something?”
You giggled, “Sure, Indy.”
“Can I kiss you again?”
You sighed happily, “I’d love that.” Then you smiled, because the answer really wasn’t that hard, “You can, Indy. As many times as you want.” As Indy leaned forward, you pressed your pointer finger to his lips, pausing him. "But, only if I can do the same." You whispered.
Indy's face broke into a mischievous smirk, which seemed to stretch across half of his face, lighting up his entire being. He nodded eagerly and pressed his lips to yours in one swift motion.
You closed your eyes and melted into his embrace.
His hand stroked your hair gently, cupping the back of your neck, the other held your waist lightly, as if afraid that if he squeezed too tightly, you'd disappear into thin air.
And when he finally pulled away, his eyes locked on yours, a deep, contented sigh escaping his parted lips. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I love you."
You closed your own eyes, a content smile on your face, "I know."
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lemonsprite · 1 year ago
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ɪɴᴛʀᴏ!! :]
Master list <3 My non-fanfic related blog <3 My AO3 <3
Hi, I'm Jojo! (Also known as gloooomanddooom on ao3!) I’m 18 years old and my pronouns are he/they. I also speak English and Deutsch and am autistic and have ADD.
I write works for a multitude of ships and fandoms but occasionally I'll write an x reader.
For those I mainly write gn or male-aligned readers. I might write a female-aligned reader at some point but if that's what you're looking for my blog is probably not for you (sorry).
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Some of the fandoms I write for are:
A Way Out
Baldurs Gate 3
BBC Ghosts
Call of Duty
Danny Smoke in Furry Land/hj
DC
Devil May Cry
Final Fantasy VII
Final Fantasy XV
Harry Potter
Indiana Jones
Lord of the Rings
Moon Knight
Phantom of the Opera
Rambo
Resident Evil
Spider-man
Star Wars
X-men
My requests are open!
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spider-bren · 1 year ago
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I 100% support your klaber simping. PLEASE anything that has klaber x reader (idk about gender maybe slight fem preference). It is such a shame that there are like no stories about him. im VERY uncreative so i can only think of a few basic prompt ideas: dating headcanon when on the same side vs siding with indy or maybe some angst about fighting with him when trying to convince him to settle down with you somewhere instead continuing to work for Voller
i REALLY dont care i just NEED stories with him
I'm so glad I'm not the only one. Some people are still sleeping on the greatness that is Boyd Holbrook. I am very glad to be doing my first ask for Klaber! So thank you for this. Feel free to give me more or if you just wanna scream about Klaber/Boyd. I LOVE how you said you don't care you just need stories with him. Honestly: Mood.
So here you go. I hope you enjoy. EXTREMELY happy to do more. Give me 5 more prompts (or maybe 10) I need him and I need to write him.
I do also ask that you please reblog my work when I do post so that we can get more people to post stories or give prompts. Klaber deserves the love :)
CHOOSE ME LIKE YOU CHOOSE HIM
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Pairing: Klaber x Fem!Reader (can also be read as GN!Reader)
Prompt: maybe some angst about fighting with him when trying to convince him to settle down with you somewhere instead continuing to work for Voller
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Canon Characterization - Nazi, Love Confessions, Mention of Size Difference
Summary: He didn't want to leave you. But he was a part of something greater than himself. You ask him to stay.
Dawn broke through the curtains of your apartment window. You were still half asleep when you felt the bed shift next to you. Klaber was moving to get up. The warm rays of light caught his golden head of hair that made it look almost white. His blue eyes fixed on yours as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.
"I have to go," he whispered, moving to get dressed.
You watched as he slipped on his grey suit pants and fastened the buttons of his crumpled white shirt. You rolled out of the bed before he left for the door. Blocking his path, he eyed you up and down in your underwear with a smile thinking you wanted one more kiss before he left.
"Eli, can we talk?"
"I only have a few minutes or else I'm gonna be late to meet my boss." He checked his watch impatiently.
But then seeing how seeing how serious you looked, he placed his hands on your shoulders. He was taller than you, bigger, broader. You liked that about him. You liked how he could tower over you and press you against walls. He wasn't threatening or ever violent.
You know what he did for work though. Henchman to Jürgen Voller. Lapdog for a Nazi.
You didn't care who he was. Only that he loved you and made you feel like you were special. He made time for you even in his busy schedule  when your other boyfriends never did.
"What's wrong, baby? I can see you're stressed out. I can be a little late. Tell me what's wrong."
You crossed your arms over your chest. "I don't want you to fly so much anymore. I miss you."
He sighed and rubbed your shoulders and arms. "Sweetheart, wherever he asks me to do, wherever he wants me to go, I have to do it."
"But you don't. You can stay with me. Can't you? You could choose me. You could settle down. We can move in together. No more back and forth and hotels. We can be together like a real couple."
"We are a real couple." He frowned.
"You know what I mean! I know this job is important to you. You want to belong to something. He helped you find yourself, find your place in this world and I don't ever judge you for it. I would never hate you for that. I want you to be happy and I want you to feel like you're at home and yourself. But...I want it to be with me. I want you to fight for me like you fight for him. I want you to run where I run, go where I go. Is that too much to ask for? If it is, then what are we doing? What future do we have?"
Klaber fixed his eyes on the floor. His shoulders lifted making him looker bigger as he let out a heavy breath. He let go of you and rubbed his thumb on his forehead before pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I owe everything I am to Voller. He gave me this life. I would be nowhere without him. I am who I am today because of him."
"I know you feel you're indebted to him, but what about me? I'm not just someone you fuck occasionally."
"No, you're not. Jesus, you're not. What am I supposed to do? Huh? I can't just---" He shook his head, tongue dragging angrily across his bottom lip.
There was a silence that caused a fissure inside your chest. He could walk out that door and you'd never see him again. He could choose a damn Nazi over you. You watched as his body settled and relaxed. His breathing evened out and his gaze was back on you.
"You're right, baby. I can't expect you to wait for me all the time. It's dangerous work, I know, and you're probably worried about me every day. Look, I will talk to Voller. I will make this work. I want us to work. You make me happy. Okay? Not this job. I got into this when I was nineteen and yes, it has it perks at best and at worst it's just a pain in the ass. But now, I found you, I want to be with you. I do want to live with you."
"You do? You mean it?" You pressed up against him, lifting yourself on your tiptoes to stretch up and lock your hands around his neck.
His large hands landed on your waist and pulled you in to his body.
"I do. I love you, y/n. Nothing can stop that. Not even Voller."
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flightlessangelwings · 1 year ago
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Requests are currently open for graphics. Please read this before sending in any requests for my list of topics I’m not comfortable with.
I mostly make moodboards, headers and lock screens! Everything is posted in reverse posting order so the newest ones are at the top. Please reblog posts you like, especially if you use my graphics. Thank you!
My blog is strictly 18+ only, minors please do not interact!
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Lockscreens
Aziraphale
Good Omens
Good Omens spacey
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Headers/Banners
Coming soon
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Random Moodboards
Pedro Pascal as Indiana Jones
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Moodboards for my own fics
Mando MC (Biker!Din Djarin x fem!reader)
Dive Bar Rockstar (Tommy Miller x fem!reader)
Stripping Away our Armor (Din Djarin x fem!reader)
The Favorite (Javier Peña x fem!reader x Comandante Veracruz)
Right Next Door (Steven Grant x gn!reader)
La Estrella de mi Vida (Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader)
Messy Pile of Affection (Frankie Morales x fem!reader x Benny Miller)
Work of Art / Part 2 (Marcus Pike x fem!tattooed!reader)
Comandante y Cariño (Veracruz x fem!reader)
Designed Destiny (Pero Tovar x fem!reader)
I Love you, I Trust You (Marcus Moreno x fem!reader)
Grant a Name to a Buried and Burning Flame (Hades!Din Djarin x Persephone!gn!reader)
Equal Partners (Din Djarin x fem!reader)
Lost Souls, Kindred Spirits (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)
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Moodboards for other people
Coming soon
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mickandmusings · 5 months ago
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I saw your indiana jones requests were open!!
Could you do one w a more clumsy (fem or gn) reader who accompanies him on his adventures and who has a huge crush on him? Maybe it’s a mutual feeling? Whatever you wanna do to work with this! I’m really excited to see what you come up with!
sorry for the wait, but i hope you love it! <3
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