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soursturniolo · 5 months ago
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dad!chris hcs/mini blurbs
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- the most fun dad to ever exist. pillow fights? he started it. a house wide prank war? he plotted it’s beginning with your youngest secretly. water gun fights in the yard? he took the kids to the nearest target and bought the biggest, most ridiculous water guns he could find.
- literally lives to hear his kids laughing and happy. it breaks his heart to hear any of them cry or feel sad. of course, when they do have their moments of sadness, disappointment, and heartbreaks he is always there with warm hugs and comfort.
- biggest dad jokes out there. youre constantly rolling your eyes.
- builds the kids a treehouse. i said what i said. lowkey the hot handy dad.
- he stays your biggest hype man, and teaches your kids to hype you up too. “isnt mama so pretty?” “yes the pwettiest!!”
- always so proud of the mother you are. he sees your patience and love and care for his children and it literally puts stars in his eyes. he was in love with you before the kids came around, but now this poor man is down bad. youre his one and only forever and always.
- lives for parent drama you tell him about after the kids go to bed. “she said what to WHO at the kids drop off last saturday?! oh baby we gotta fight her,” “chris we are parents in our 30s we aint fighting nobody, not even that bitch.” “… you sure?? pretty sure i could take her husband, hes only like 5’5…”
- this man is so invested in the kids interests. your daughter is into sports? hes right there on the side lines at every game and every tournament with a cute sign and cheering loudly. your sons into art or theater? hes there at every show and recital, front row, beaming and so proud. as the kids get older he worries he’ll embarrass them, but he is so proud of his children and their talents and he makes sure they know that every day.
- tries to keep up with the cool words and sayings of the kids, but uses them completely wrong every time.
- has a hard time being stern with his kids, but can when necessary. but even when hes being stern, hes pretty chill about it, and just explains to the kids calmly and honestly why he’s saying no to something or correcting them.
- definitely goes to his mom and dad for advice a lot. he knows he was blessed with good parents and doesn’t shy away from asking for advice or tips. his ego has no place when it comes to being a dad, he just wants to be the best dad he can be.
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and as always, thanks for reading💞
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luumiinaa · 7 months ago
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General Tags
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⌞GENRES⌝ NAVIGATION ⌞RECS 1⌝ &TEAM ATZ BND BTS ENHA MISC ⌞RECS 2⌝ NCT RZE SVT SKZ TBZ TXT ZB1
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BY WORD-TYPE ⌞DRABBLE⌝ less than 1k ⌞SHORT⌝ 1k to 10k oneshot ⌞LONG⌝ 11k to 20k oneshot ⌞STORY⌝ 21k+ oneshot ⌞SMAU⌝ social media series ⋆ text blurbs ⌞SERIES⌝ long series ⋆ mini series ⋆ spinoffs ⌞MISCELLANEOUS⌝ headcanons ⋆ mtl
˚  ⋆ . ✦ ˚  📖 ˚   * . . .   *
BY SUBGENRE ⌞☾.ᐟ MOON⌝ lumi’s favourite ⌞☆.ᐟ MERCURY⌝ sfw ⋆ all about that fluff ⌞★.ᐟ MARS⌝ sfw ⋆ suggestively everything ⌞✧.ᐟ JUPITER⌝ nsfw ⋆ pwp ⌞✦.ᐟ VENUS⌝ nsfw ⋆ little to no plot, just 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝒯𝐻
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BY GENRE ⌞GENERAL⌝ fluff ⋆ angst ⋆ hurt/comfort ⋆ crack ⋆ slice of life ⋆ slow burn ⋆ dark fic
⌞LOVERS⌝ friends ⋆ strangers ⋆ frenemies ⋆ enemies ⋆ coworkers ⋆ ex lovers ⋆ secret lovers ⋆ friends to more ⋆ established relationship
⌞TROPES⌝ childhood friends ⋆ best friends ⋆ neighbours ⋆ brother’s best friend ⋆ best friends brother ⋆ roommates ⋆ fake dating
⌞SCENARIOS⌝ workplace romance ⋆ arranged marriage ⋆ love triangle ⋆ unrequited love ⋆ mutual pining ⋆ no strings attached ⋆ family dynamics
⌞THEME⌝ mob ⋆ historical ⋆ royalty ⋆ knightcore ⋆ gamer ⋆ sports ⋆ street racers ⋆ cyberpunk ⋆ dystopian ⋆ apocalypse ⋆ summertime vibes
⌞ACADEMIA⌝ highschool ⋆ college
⌞AUs⌝ spiderverse ⋆ avatar the last airbender ⋆ pokémon ⋆ genshin impact ⋆ star wars ⋆ hogwarts ⋆ winx club
⌞MAGICAL REALISM⌝ superpowers ⋆ soulmates ⋆ reincarnation ⋆ hanahaki ⋆ demigods
⌞SUPERNATURAL⌝ paranormal ⋆ witches and wizards ⋆ urban creatures ⋆ dragons ⋆ aquatic lore ⋆ faeries ⋆ vampires ⋆ omegaverse ⋆ hybrid
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captainsophiestark · 1 year ago
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October Fic Recs
Happy end of Fictober! I feel like I got to read a good amount this month, although by no means have I come close to scratching the surface of everything Tumblr's incredible creators made in October. Fortunately, that means I still have a lot of great stuff to read into November! Everything I did get to read is linked below the cut, so go check out those awesome fics and make sure to tell the creators how much you loved what you read!
If you want to see what else I've read, you can find my fic rec masterlist here
Star Wars
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader
A Chance Taken by @ghostofskywalker
A very sweet childhood friends to lovers fic with Obi-Wan with an incredibly fluffy promise of a happy ending
Truth Serum Isn’t Real …Oh Wait Kriff by @ghostofskywalker
A very sweet and funny fic with a love confession thanks to Count Dooku, with Anakin helping move things along on Obi-Wan’s side
Anakin Skywalker x Reader
The Long Game by @anakin-skywalker-always
A very fun fic with Anakin and reader’s POVs as they dance around each other, with bonus reactions from Obi-Wan and Ahsoka and Cal Kestis as the reader’s Padawan!
Mini Matchmakers by @ghostofskywalker
This is literally the funniest, sweetest fic with Anakin and the twins. Luke and Leia make excellent matchmakers, and the fluff overload combined with the author’s usual humor is unbeatable
Intimidation by @idontknowwhattoputasmyusernameee
A freaking adorable and SUPER relatable fic with many many many awkward moments of the reader fumbling things around her crush, only to get to the happy ending
Trapped, Cold, And Annoyed: Another Mission With Anakin by @ghostofskywalker
SUCH a good fic that felt like a moment pulled out of the Clone Wars with a recurring character we just never got to meet. Great dynamics and vibes that fit the show with a very sweet and soft hopeful ending
Poe Dameron x Reader
Rainstorms with Poe Fall Blurb by @alwritey-aphrodite
Soft cozy adorable fic with Poe and the reader getting to take a break together from Resistance work, aided by Leia
Poe Dameron Vs. The Claw Machine by @ghostofskywalker
This is a very sweet and VERY funny modern AU with a date at the arcade with everybody’s favorite flyboy Poe
Every Time You Walk By by @girl-next-door-writes
This was so sweet and fluffy even in times of hardship for the Resistance, and it was also from Poe’s perspective which was really fun to see!
Marvel
Clint Barton x Reader
Congratulations! You Just Won The Shock of Your Life at 2am! by @ghostofskywalker
A very sweet fic with some comfort for Clint! #1 best person to find in your kitchen in the middle of the night, no contest
A Virtual World by @trekkingaroundasgard
Some excellent hurt/comfort with Clint, which can be read either romantically or platonically, and with a VERY cool way of writing and describing the superpowers of Clint’s partner
The Vampire Diaries/The Originals
Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
Wedding Bells by @xxwritemeastoryxx
Some absolutely adorable Elijah fluff! We love a story where someone gets past Elijah’s fears of putting someone at risk to get to their happy ending
Kol Mikaelson x Reader
You’ve Never Seen Halloween Town? by @drakoneve
A super sweet Halloween fic with Kol, tons of decorating, and preparations for an excellent movie marathon
Harry Potter
Theseus Scamander x Reader
Just This Once by @its-vannah
An adorable fic with flashes through time that show different glimpses of Theseus and the reader throughout their time getting to know each other and being in a relationship
Ron Weasley x Reader
The Yule Ball by @marvelslut16
A very sweet fic with Ron and the reader at the Yule Ball, with my personal favorite meddling sibling matchmaker trope! George is very chaotic and it works to everybody’s advantage
Pirates of the Carribean
Elizabeth Swan x Reader
Terror of the Seas by @ghostofskywalker
Getting revenge and starting a crew with Elizabeth Swan? Yes please. Also the fluffiest concept ever, of looking for a place to run and instead finding a place to belong
Star Trek
Christopher Pike x Reader
Pancakes by @space-helen
The softest, sweetest domestic fluffy morning with Captain Pike. This is it, this is the dream
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civilotterneer · 11 months ago
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Hi y'all!
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I'm always down for asks! Though I make no promises to have all the answers. I'm pretty sociable so feel free to interact!
I don't really intend to frequently post NSFW, but if I do, I'll always community tag cover it. Please see Tags of Note below for more details on what you may want to mute..
I've also got an alt where I do most of my reblogs so this page can stay clean: @civilotterneerredlines
I've also got a Bluesky that I mainly just repost some of my art on: @civilotterneer.bsky.social
Master list of my larger projects can be found at the end of this blurb.
Wanna know more?
Master List:
Laundry Day - Funny lewd comic about CIv doing laundry
The Search for Civ - Civ has gone missing, how will Lye find him?
Tags of Note:
#uncivilotterneer - horny posting, and NSFW. This blanket terms all directly lewd posts, but may not catch stuff considered only 'spicy' as per the speedo tag below.
#speedo - posts where characters are shirtless or wearing very little, like a Speedo, typically not with sexual intent, but stuff may be a bit spicy.
#sandwich time - the anti-horny post. Send me an ask if I ever get too lewd or horny to reset me and have me post a sandwich render instead of being lower-brained.
#Civ - Civ! My main fursona and primary character
#Lye - Civ's housemate, a cat necromancer
#ask - posts with asks from people
Fun facts:
I am a practicing civil engineer-in-training. I originally got a degree in environmental engineering, but civil speaks to me more now (they're very similar degrees so it's in fact possible to switch post-college). I'm focusing my work in wastewater and water treatment, with a healthy amount of site grading and water/sewer pipe networks for the city.
I swim just about every day I can, which is pretty close to daily. Thus my fursona's an otter to reflect that. Plus I'm just a silly little guy sometimes.
Ich lerne Deutsch, aber Ich bin nicht sehr gut.
I enjoy tabletop games a ton. Big fan of DND/Starfinder and I'm currently running a Starfinder campaign. I also play a bit of MTG, but more often I play Star Wars Armada, which I paint and homebrew for.
I have 2 3D printers, one FDM and one Resin. I'm typically printing game pieces for Armada, which a roommate and I are currently using to make a Star Trek, UNSC, and Covenant faction for the game. I also 3D print mini's for DND, and my roommate group paints them. The FDM is the favorite child, though its older so maybe that's unfair. (I'd like to note that she's now in her rebellious stage and tends to malfunction more now. The resin's now the grade A student)
I've got two pets: one's my mutt Lady (she's a rez mutt with mixed aussie, german shep, sheep dog, herder, and about every other breed on the rez), the other's my snake Striker (lesser morph ball python).
Base model originally by https://x.com/GalileoGB?t=A570ht3M6JPpeOog-Rn3Kg&s=09
Ref Sheet (Not updated for model changes):
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vgilantee · 2 years ago
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vgilantee's 800 follower celebration
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this was originally going to be a celebration for my 22nd birthday, but y'all instead decided to follow me and my chaos, and now it's an 800 follower celebration instead. a couple of these i did steal from sav's 1k celebration, but in my defence they were very good ideas and i adore her
(i will still be doing a birthday celebration on my brain in mid-april if you wanna participate in that one too, and my birthday will fall in the middle of this one)
this will be running from the 27th of march to the 23rd of april, so it'l l be a 4 week long event! asks can be sent in prior, but won't be answered until the celebration begins!
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solar flares ~ question time. cast your mutuals, fmk, this or that, would you rather, etc. these can be on any topic/fandom and the etc really covers any ask game!
supernova ~ top 3. give me a topic! any topic! and i will list my top three things within it
saturn's rings ~ playlist shuffle/song association. send me a character and i will tell you what three songs i associate with them!
nebula ~ rank it. send a character and i'll rank them on the scale {who? || not my type || totally fucks || um, yes || crushed || crushing || love of my life} or send me a fandom/aesthetic and i'll rank them on the scale {no, never || not a fan || it's okay || can get behind || like it || love it || absolute favourite}
constellations ~ moodboards. send me a character from my masterlist and a trope or aesthetic, and i'll make a moodboard
spiral galaxy ~ ship. send a small paragraph about yourself and one of the fandoms listed in my masterlist (preferably Avatar, Bridgerton, DC/DCEU, MCU, Scream V/VI, and Star Wars: The Clone Wars, but that being said, it can indeed be any) for a ship (i'm also open to do ships from stranger things even though i haven't written for it yet). please specify your preferred gender. the characters that can be ship results may not be ones that i've written for
black hole ~ mini blurb. send me a concept or thought for any characters within the fandoms in my masterlist and i'll expand on it in a blurb! (can be sfw or nsfw)
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the t's and c's (and other important notes):
i will check for minors requesting and interacting with nsfw posts.
i don't have to have the character listed in a masterlist for you to send asks for them! just as long as they are in one of the fandoms i write for. that being said, you can always send an ask for another fandom that isn't listed, because i will likely write for it and just haven't yet!
moodboards and ships may take a little longer to get out, especially with uni happening, but i will do my best to get them done decently quickly!
when typing spiral galaxy, my brain started playing "privately owned spiral galaxy" by crywank but covered by lovejoy. you should listen to both versions.
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tagging mutuals (who are undoubtedly sick of me /lh): @wanturvideo @websterss @jangofctts. and new moot @astrxq!
(i made the banner before i decided on a theme for the headings, and i ended up doing space themed but it's too little too late to change the banner because i'm lazy lmao)
all asks related to this celebration can be seen in the first tag!
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melodygatesauthor · 2 years ago
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Star Wars
Masterlist
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Short Blurbs - Little blurbs about the characters
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Ficlets - Under 1k Word Count
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~ All fics in this category are only one chapter ~ One-shots - 1k - 3.5k Word Count Short Stories - 3.5k - 7.5k Word Count
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Mini-series - Multi-chaptered Fics - Under 40k Word Count
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Novels - Multi-chaptered Fics - Over 40k Word Count
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Extras - Book covers/Relevant Blurbs/e.t.c for my fics Character AI Bots - Roleplay AI bots created by me
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ofbloodandbullets · 2 years ago
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    um so anyways i suddenly have mega muse for my ‘andy has fallen to the dark side’ verse so like / reply here if you want something from her in it.  of note, it starts out with her just separating off from humanity - probably things like, her relationship with achilles not happening, steering clear of joe and nicky and the rest of the gang a lot more, just being on her own and the bad things that happen when she’s left alone for extended amounts of time.  a lot of resentment and jaded attitude, a lot more merc / assassin for hire / bounty hunter type activities along the way.   just a lot less investment in human kind and a lot more self preservation and fuck ‘em they don’t give a shit so why should i.
if a multi please specify or at least narrow it down to a few for me to choose from so i know who of yours would work well for this plot and or who you are feeling most at the moment.
mini verse blurb; dark verse andy who has contacts and resources built up over literal centuries of warmongering and political intrigues and just the amount of data and intel network that she’d have like yikes. also imagine the stashes of weapons and armored vehicles and who knows what else she’d have tucked away all around the world.
and it being this best kept secret with mercs and assassins and pulling the whole no one knows who really heads the organization and her having puppet leaders of it all over and she’s just sitting quietly off screen doing her thing and also snagging whatever jobs come through that she wants for herself.
     headcanons and various rambling or wishlist posts & ic posts and such in this verse will be found in THIS tag if you wanna peruse or blacklist it. VERSE. ( through the mirror darkly. )
Idk if I ever actually made the starter call / plotting call for “lived alone enough long enough to become the villain” verse for Andy but basically, after losing Quynh/Noriko she detaches entirely from her group and just goes off on her own / slowly spirals into just doing what she wants / stops trying to save humanity - oh I think I did do some plotting with this, basically her having a spy ring and data gathering / mercenary / assassin organization that she runs anonymously that goes back a few hundred years with all kinds of weapons and info and safe houses and the whole works I just poofed not long after doing a couple things in it — but anyways if you wanna plot with Andy in that verse or want to throw me some memes or starters for merc/dark Andy feel free to send memes or starters just specify what verse - could be other crossovers too like star wars or whatever you’re feeling. If you wanna plot come poke me in ims. If you want starters or memes from dark Andy reply here with meme or starter and who for if a multi.
TO DO.
@grcccvy
@moonknighttm
@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn
@deficd; arthur morgan
@galacticshame; tbd
@sxbaist
@aworldofyoud wan & dolores
@intcthatgoodnight ; tony / will / etc
@maidencfdeath
@jigscw
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generalgrievoussummerbod · 2 years ago
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Comfort Character Tag Game
Tagged by @turbulentpumpkin43, thank you 😊! I'm incapable of shutting once I start talking up so have a mini blurb on each ahaha
Anakin Skywalker—the little bastard deserves anything but this spot and yet here he is (Star Wars)
Daeran Arendae—“smile, the world isn’t ending just yet” always has me 🥺😭😍 (Wrath of the Righteous)
Steris Harms—Bands of Mourning gets me good I love that dork (Mistborn Era 2, haven’t read The Lost Metal yet tho 😅)
Navani Kholin—unhinged engineering grandma so good 😍 (the Stormlight Archive)
Rava, my wizard/psychic/artist/time traveller Pathfinder OC—he’s a messy disaster I keep coming back to year after year, his stories are so fun to tell (Pathfinder ttrpg)
Tagging @ssvnormandysr-1 and @purple-sage if you want to 💜!
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HELLO MY DEAR I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU YOU DESERVE ALL FOLLOWERS !!!!
I have come to request a Hanleia thingy. or Codywan. I am not particular.
oOH CAN I HAVE A MOODBOARD OF ME
also feeling kinda down. 😇?
haHA sorry for overloading you. you can request the heck outta me once I get around to posting my own celebration <3
HELLO MY DARLING TY FOR REQUESTIING HERE IT ISSS (in order, lol)
(I have chosen Hanleia bc I feel I'll be able to do that better justice sorry Codywan fans)
"Twins"
Han was scared. No, he decided. Terrified would be more accurate. He couldn't believe only hours ago, Leia's water had broke. He soon to be a father. He'd tried to stay with her, but after Leia had nearly broken three of his fingers, he'd decided to let Luke do his job for him. Which was pathetic, he thought, massaging his hand. You're going to be a terrible father.
Now he was standing in the front lobby of the med center. The visitor's room, whatever they called it. He'd tried sitting down but he couldn't hold still. Would Leia be mad at him if he wasn't there? His mind went back to when she'd first told him they were pregnant. He'd been scared, but that night, Luke had found him. Said he'd somehow known before him, because of the "Force," or something. He'd talked him off the ledge of "I will literally be the worst father in the galaxy," and back down to "I'd better not screw up," which was a huge improvement.
He needed to be there for Leia. He needed to be there for Leia... and their currently being born child. Finally, he psyched himself into running down the hallway, disrupting several medical droids and assistants, and ran till he reached Leia's door. He knocked. Luke answered.
"Hey." He smiled. "Want to meet your kids?"
"Kids?"
"Yeah, there's twins."
Han's whole body froze. "Twins?"
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YAAAAY HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT
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This is your moodboard, these are the vibes you give me, if I screwed up I apologize, I went for a green theme with some Star Wars mixed in
😇- Bestie you have always been so kind to me and I appreciate it, you are a wonderful human and a great soul. You write so well and I'll always be envious, plus you're freaking amazing. Did I mention everytime I see your posts on my blog I'm all 🥰 bc you're so much fun Ilyyyyyy!!!
@pentowrite-wingstofly
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thatonegreyghost · 3 years ago
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I'm back! Storytime:
The mission goes wrong in so many ways, Kallus is surprised he even makes it back to his quarters before he breaks down. They lost a kid today, the firefight that broke out during the extraction quickly overwhelming all of them. The kid had offered to hold them off, then ran off before Kallus could say no. Kallus smelled the blood not two minutes later, but it bought them enough time to get out.
He steps into the shower, letting the water hit his face as his hands start shaking, or maybe they never stopped shaking, because suddenly it's the rest of his body that's trembling as he slides down against the wall, stuttering gasps escaping him as his eyes burn. He clenches his eyes shut, hoping that if he doesn't open them, the tears won't come.
The tears do come though, they start to leak out as he pulls at his hair, a strangled sob rushing out of him before he cuts it off with a sharp bite to his arm, muffling his whining. The short, choked noises that do manage to come out of him hurt, like a stab to the heart with ever gasp he fails to contain.
Maker, he's pathetic. Here he is, alive, uninjured, and all he can do is cry for a child he barely knew before today. He can't pull himself together enough to even stand! What sort of weak, repulsive, pathetic excuse for a solider is he?
Be quiet, he thinks as he stifles another sob, yanking at his hair like if he pulls hard enough he can turn off his tears. You ungrateful, pathetic man. Your suffering is nothing compared to thousands across the galaxy. Millions of innocent beings are dead because of this stupid war, and you want to sit here feeling sorry for yourself?
If he could stop it, he would, but he can't. He hates the tears, hates the way they physically hurt him, like his sadness and stress is trying to rip him open from the inside out. But it's too much for him, has been too much for him for a while now, and he can't hold it back any longer. So he cries, and he hates himself for it. The feelings will pass; the pain is only temporary, like all pain. It will fade eventually.
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Sobbing in the shower. Guess it’s sad Kallus hours?
Something that I need to remember when I write Kallus is my hc that he does his best to be a silent crier. Being obviously in distress isn’t wise for an ISB agent. He’d prefer not to cry at all, but sometimes the body has enough and forces the issue.
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rae-writes · 3 years ago
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Sin : Angel ver.
Simeon x reader
nsfw (brief mention) - ‘sin’ blurb mini series - gn!reader
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Simeon knew. He was there when the Great Celestial War broke out- he knew what happened. He knew Lilith was damned because she’d fallen in love with a human. He knew. Simeon knew he shouldn’t be feeling the way he does about you. He shouldn’t be blushing when you kiss his cheek as thanks, he shouldn’t be overly excited when he hears you’re coming over Purgatory Hall- he knew that. Simeon knew the way he held your hand in town meant something more than just ‘a friend wanting to keep you from getting lost in the crowd’. He knew the stars in your eyes when you saw his wings for the first time was more than just awe (he knew him showing you his wings in the first place was more than just trust between friends). The way your lips brushed against his before you both pulled away because Luke and Solomon had walked in— he knew that wasn’t what friends do. Simeon knew as he laid you down onto the bed, hovering over you in anticipation, that he was in love with you. He knew you knew when you uttered out those three words before your bodies connected in the most intimate way. He knew he didn’t regret a single thing as he laid beside you afterwards, evening out his breathing while you traced shapes onto his chest. He knew he was going to show you off from this day on— you were his. He knew that. You knew that. They would all know that. 
“You are going to fall.” They warned. 
“I know.” Simeon replied.
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starryevermore · 2 years ago
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moonlit kisses and starlit wishes sleepover
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you’ve been invited to kayla’s moonlit kisses & starlit wishes sleepover! where is it? right in my askbox! when is it? it’s from june 1 at 5:00pm EST - june 14 at 5:00pm EST! what does this entail? keep reading to find out!
note: if you are asking for multiple things, PLEASE send each request in individual asks! 
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✨ blurbs/headcanons
wanna see something with a specific character? send in a “✨” emoji + plus a prompt (from the list provided or something of your own creation), a made-up fic title, or a continuation/expansion of something i’ve already written, and i’ll write something for you!
if you use the list provided, please specify from which list you are referring to AND which prompt (can copy and paste the full prompt or tell me the number if there is a number). if you fail to specify the list & only provide the prompt number, i’ll pick the prompt. 
for the purposes of this sleepover, i’ll be writing for moon knight and star wars characters. 
moon knight: steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, or layla el-faouly
star wars: poe dameron, luke skywalker, din djarin, obi-wan kenobi (or more! feel free to ask! for reference, i’ve watched all 3 trilogies, the disney+ shows, and the clone wars movie. i have not yet watched the clone wars animated series or any other animated series.)
i write angst, fluff, smut, and dark fics. if you have a preference for what the blurb/headcanon will be, please specify it in your ask. 
standard request faq information does still apply. 
darklordofthesimp prompts | the mandalorian dialogue prompts | star wars-inspired nsfw prompts
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🌑 moodboards
if you would like a mopboard, send in a “🌑” emoji + a concept (ex. date night with steven)
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☄️ mini games
just your typical little games on tumblr! send in a “☄️” emoji and any game you wanna play (would you rather, fmk, top fives, this or that, etc.)
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🌙 ask the writer
send in a “🌙” emoji and ask me anything about my writing, such as my favorite things to write, why i made certain creative decisions, why i write, how i got started, my wips, writing advice/tips, or anything of that nature!
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seasidepierre · 3 years ago
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take my hand tonight - daniel ricciardo
FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST
summary: You tried your best to ignore the invitation card that you received but your best friend Daniel has other things in mind and some cards to play.
warnings: As soft as Daniel's curls.
words count: 8.1k
a/n: Not gonna lie, this is so much fluff you might get sick of it. But if you love Daniel, you might find something here that should please your mind. Think warm, cosy Daniel, drowning in his hoodies, type of sweet. You're there? Well, this is what I intended to create with this one, so enjoy it!
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Honestly, it wasn’t like the invitation was something you could brush off, like something merely usual. The stiff card with embossed and gilded letters had weighed heavy in your hands when you had got it in the mail and it was still sitting on the island of your small kitchen, reminding you that you really should add the date to your calendar. It was a very formal event and you weren’t sure how the heck you had scored such an invitation, but the truth was it felt a bit overwhelming every time you looked at it. The card had moved from the fridge to the island, then from the island to under the fruit basket and now you tried your hardest to ignore it, even though the dozens of texts in your phone didn’t really help.
The dress code said “formal” and you weren’t sure you really had something to wear. If it wasn’t for the fact that your best friend had bypassed the problem by sending you a quite large selection of formal dresses, in several different sizes, you would probably have declined, just for that reason. He knew you would try to escape the event and that was his way of forcing your hand. That bastard got you and if you weren’t so fond of his smile and dimples, you probably would have thrown a fit just for the hell of it but he had grinned at you through the screen of both your phones and you had been pretty much done for. He was so proud of himself, there was nothing to be done. He had won the battle. Not the war, yet, but that battle was done and won.
To state that his tastes were eclectic would be the understatement of the year. You weren’t even sure who chose the gowns and how they chose them: was it really his choices or had he got one of his assistants to do it for him? If so, had he sent a little blurb about you and explained how you were, or was it just pure, dumb luck? Seeing the neon green and bright pink dresses, you weren’t sure those were even luck speaking.. You had frowned and cringed at some of the dresses, seeing how short some were. You were pretty sure formal implied some sense of decency or at least some class, but some of the mini dresses you got just looked bad, at best.
In all the bad choices you had at your disposal, one of the gowns looked pretty different to the rest: long bits of deep navy-blue tulle made up the skirt, ending in a flowy train on the behind. The high slit allowed a little of flirting action if you wanted to, letting you slip a leg out if you were feeling playful. The bust was made of the same deep navy-blue tulle, arranged as some type of corset, but created a nice off-the-shoulders-neckline, with long sleeves attached to the neckline. All over the dress were peppered some gold, glittery stars. The whole dress looked like its own constellation and the tag on the back stated a simple, but very impressive “Chotronette” that made your heart race a little bit faster. It wasn’t a Valentino or Ellie Saab dress but it was still a very high-end, high-fashion creator and you weren’t sure what you had done to deserve that.
It’s not even like you owned it. Technically, you were on a lease type of situation, even though the rent was pretty much the picture of you, a racing driver’s friend, in it. As long as you’d stay close to your best friend, the contract was fulfilled. But to know it was currently occupying space in your little flat felt like you weren’t really worthy of such a beautiful creation. You weren’t even a known profile, you barely were seen whenever you’d slip behind the turnstiles of a track and your pass didn’t even show your freaking face.. You weren’t there at every race but every time you had a free weekend to spend, you’d try your best to show up, generally flying solo in an economic seat, even though your ticket was paid for by someone else. To get the opportunity to wear such a dress didn’t really feel right, which ended up in you trying your best to ignore said invitation.
You had spent the better part of the week before avoiding the kitchen island as much as possible. You’d cram everything in a little space of your counters, trying your best to forget that under your fruit basket, the invitation stating your name as your best friend’s plus one was screaming at you to get your act together.
More than just accepting this sudden change of scenery, you had to accept the fact that your best friend’s smile and dimples were more heart-warming than they used to be. It wasn’t that hard to make him smile, as he usually was on a constant basis, but you had found yourself craving his littlest of laughs, seeking them with every fibre of your being, making joke after joke after joke, just hoping he would grant you with your favourite sound. You’d bask in it for hours after the calls ended and you realized that is wasn’t really what you were supposed to do after you’d hang up with him.
You usually found yourself going back to your usual routine. He’d call in the evening, whenever he had time to call and you’d end up sharing a meal together, even though you were thousand of miles apart, even though you were having dinner and he was having breakfast or lunch. He’d show the view from his hotel room, you’d talk about whatever you were working on at that moment and that was pretty much it. It’s not like your job didn’t impact him directly.. You were on the back end of the team, doing analysis and researches, just to make sure his damn car would have the best aero it could. That’s pretty much how you met him, now that you thought of it. One day, you learned he was joining the papaya team and that he would visit the HQs. You didn’t look out for him but at some point, he insisted to greet every one working on his car, which happened to include you. As soon as he had tapped his elbow against yours, you knew you were a goner. His smile might had been hidden behind his bright orange face mask, but the crinkles by his eyes were speaking for him.
You exchanged a few pleasantries before he left to visit another part of the factory. You ran by him a couple of days later, during the interseason. He was doing tests on the simulator, which happened to be close to your shared open space office. At some point, he came knocking into your space, asking if maybe you had some almond milk for his coffee. Truth be told, you probably shouldn’t have spent that much time looking for a damn bottle of almond milk, as you had work to do, but you opened every drawer and cupboard, looking for what he needed. That day, he pretty much decided that you were his friend and that was it. You had met his very stupid need and you had moved heaven on earth just to find what he wanted. There wasn’t much more he could have asked for, but you met him again about a week later, when he came back by your office to ask what you were working on and how it helped him in the car. You took the time to explain, even though your boss could have been mad at you at some point, but you figured that the driver was more important in the hierarchy in the end.
To say that he was fascinated would maybe be a little too extreme. He oscillated between pure admiration and complete fright that you were talking in a language that he wasn’t sure he understood. But from that day on, you were one of his fave people to talk to about his performances in the sim and you were trying your best to accommodate him by doing your researches. Win-win situation, everyone was happy, until you found one of your business cards on your desk, completely scribbled in black ink, with a combination of numbers and a little telephone drawing next to it. You weren’t sure who might have done it but you were rather curious and dialled the number during the evening. The distinct “oi mate!” that you heard from the other end of the line made you smile.
You’ve known Daniel for almost a year now and you couldn’t deny the massive space he took in your life, and not just because he was tall and loud. Your life revolved around him, whether it was at work or back at home, where you’d have a couple of framed pictures of you two together, from either the McLaren HQs or some track he had managed to drag you to. You were a creature of habits: your working routine and your little flat were your safe space. But you weren’t able to refuse when he pleaded with his big brown eyes and he knew when to play the pouty lower lip card on you. You were pretty much done for when he started his “puss in boots act” as you nicknamed it. He loved the comparison and wouldn’t admit, for the love of God, that he played that card way more often than he should. What could he say? He loved to win, even more when it meant that he got to see you.
The day of the event was coming closer and closer and you would dodge his questions every time he asked if you had made up your mind. Daniel knew when to press and to plead, but he also knew that there were some off-track limits that he was better not to cross. Your introversion was one of them. You were playful when you wanted, but he knew that deep down, you were pretty shy and forcing yourself at some points. That might be why you and him worked so well: he was loud and you were quiet. You balanced each other pretty well.
But as the day finally came by, you realised that you never confirmed to him that you were coming, or not. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, then, that at 5pm sharp, a couple of knocks resonated on your front door. It shouldn’t have been a surprise either that as soon as you opened the door, your feet would leave the ground. But still, you gasped and almost yelled when you felt yourself tipping forward, almost six feet above the floor, perched on his left shoulder.
“Put me down, you rascal”, you laughed.
Daniel didn’t do orders, nor commands. The only ones he took were on the track and he didn’t even always obey. What could have been really annoying ended up making your heart skip a beat when he burst in loud laughs, parading you in the corridor of your building before he finally made it back inside your little flat and finally closed the door to allow you some privacy. When he finally pushed your feet back down, your messy bun was completely gone and your hair was a giant catastrophe. Pushing back some strands behind your ears, he pushed your cheeks together, giggling at your pursed lips before crashing his on the top of your head. Sometimes you hated being small. That was not of those moments, though.
“How are you doing?” he smiled. “I like you in baby blue!”
“Thanks,” you grinned, showing your arms clad in the newest addition to your work wardrobe.
“Where did you find that sweatshirt though? It looks like a dress on you!”
You swayed your sweater paws at him, giggling when one of the sleeves almost whipped him in the face before he caught your wrist at the last second.
“A box of extras with your name on it in your office, Danny boy”, you explained, shrugging your shoulders.
“Now I see why I only got one of those Gulf sweaters!” he exclaimed.
“Be there or be square”, you shrugged again.
“Well, they fit you better than they did me so we’re all winning here.”
“Liar, I saw you in the interviews wearing one of them!”
“Listen here, I know I’m good looking, so can you please let me try to be humble? Thanks.”
You laughed again, now properly enjoying the view of your friend in your flat. It was pretty rare for him to pass by, as he was always lost in some far away corner of the world to you. As much as you loved spending time with him, it usually was virtual company and it wasn’t that often that you got to sit down in front of him for real, to bask into his warm aura.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had that ceremony in London tonight?”
“You mean we have a ceremony in London, right?”
The grimace you made was pretty much confirmation of what he feared and why he wanted to come by so much. If he didn’t come and try to persuade you himself, he would have regretted it so much.
That ceremony wasn’t some kind of awards type of night, just a get together with a couple of McLaren’s biggest investors, to present the work of the team and why they should keep pumping millions into your well-oiled machine. It wasn’t like the common employees weren’t invited but each sector got a certain number of invitations and you were quick to decline yours in favour of someone else. Those events weren’t your scene. You were more of a “let’s read until 3am” type of woman and it was fine by you. Sometimes, you and Daniel would share quiet times, even though your friendship usually revolved around laughs and grins and jokes. Sometimes, he would get his journal out and he would let you read your book, while he was writing. Those Facetime sessions were your favourites, for you were able to watch him concentrated on his pages, deep in thought, calm and serene. As much as you liked his joking persona, there was something deeply calming to you about his quieter side that you loved so much. Once, he fell asleep on you. It took forever for you to end the call. You could have watched him sleep for hours, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was the middle of the night on your side of the world.
Seeing him frown tightened your heart. You knew it’d mean a lot if you could just make an effort and accompany him at that event. You really wanted to sigh but knew it would probably mean nothing to him. Danny here didn’t take commands, nor nos. Still, you cringed a little, thinking back to the invitation you tried really hard not to get in the first place.
“Are you going there dressed in team wear? Not that I’d complain, you look very cosy and warm, but the card did say ‘formal’, you know?” he tried.
“I wasn’t.. I wasn’t really planning on going”, you whispered, now feeling a bit awkward and shy.
“You got to be kidding me, I’ve been waiting for this night for weeks! It’s the only time we’ll both be in the same place and get to actually chill for a bit!” he grumbled. “I really want to go with you, please don’t leave me alone for this one!”
You knew it was only a matter of time before he’d try and plead, with his pouty bottom lip jutting out with sad big brown eyes. The fact that his hair was perfectly curled but somewhat messy, falling on his forehead and almost in his eyes wasn’t helping. You wanted to brush the curls away from his eyebrows but knew you’d barely get to touch his nose if you wanted. Stupid tall guy. He would get you to change your mind and you both knew it. As much as you wanted to fight him for it, there was no way you’d be able to tell him no and actually mean it. Call it manipulation if you wanted but the truth was you were smitten and you’d probably do a lot of stupid and uncomfortable things just to make him smile. It would make you happy to see it anyway, so it was beneficial to the both of you in the end.
Nevertheless, that gala event wasn’t your scene and you wanted to try and explain that to him. Maybe if you told him that you really didn’t feel comfortable attending, he’d drop it. Perhaps a promise to get together after his duty night, he’d let you off the hook for that one. You’d promise anything in exchange, even if it meant taking a stupid plane to go to the next race, despite the fact that you would have to be at work at 9am sharp the following Monday. You’d go as far as you could, really. Just.. not to London and not tonight.
“Dan, I really don’t feel like I’m meant to be there”, you gently explained.
“This is bullshit”, he crossed his arms on his chest. “I want you there.”
You sighed. It wasn’t the first time he declared those four words like they weren’t tearing your heart apart. Sometimes, you suspected him to know that you were a tiny bit infatuated with him. But tonight was the first time you actually felt like he meant it. He looked almost hurt that you didn’t feel like you’d belong there. Like you’d belong with him.
“This is bullshit”, he repeated for the second time, plopping down on your couch, his face now closed and his smile non-existent. Fuck. “You should be there. You work your ass off every freaking day, you deserve a night to show off, you have to relax and I want you there with me.”
You almost giggled, to see him that pressed about it, but you soon realised that he absolutely believed in his words. He wanted you there with him.
“We don’t even have to stay the whole night if you don’t want to but if you don’t go, I won’t go either anyway.”
“You know you have to be there, Daniel.”
“I don’t have to do shit!”
“Quit being a dummy.”
“Quit being a pain in my ass!”
“That’s unfair!”
“Tell that to yourself.”
“You’re being annoying, Dan.”
“Says who?”
“Ugh, fine!”
You gasped and clamped your hands on your mouth, your eyes bulging out. You didn’t want to agree. Not as quickly, not as easily. But he had to raise his voice, he had to be annoyed at you and you crumbled like a house of cards. You didn’t want him to be mad at you.
Seeing how surprised he was, you could tell he hadn’t expected you to change your mind either. And the slight trace of guilt on his face told you he almost regretted making you agree.
“Wait”, he began. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely not”, you groaned.
“What’s actually going on?”
“I don’t feel legit going there!” you finally snapped. “I don’t feel like I deserve to be there, like I should even have those dresses in my flat, I don’t understand why you’d take me out of all the options you have and I just.. Ugh, Daniel, this is not a space I should be in!”
For a guy with laser fast reflexes, Daniel really took his sweet time to understand what you were saying. But your insecurities were written all over your body language and even though it took him a few seconds to get it, he was quick on his feet and quick to propel your face into his own sweater. His arms locked on your shoulders and for a second you just stayed there, breathing in his grassy perfume that you liked so much and listening to his lungs filling in with air. But at the end, you could feel your hands shaking and so could he, so he just took his arms off of your shoulders, grabbed your hands and hid them in the front pocket of his hoodie.
“You look like a mama kangaroo”, you joked, even though your voice sounded a bit tremulous.
“That’s fine. Whatever you need.”
Damn Daniel and his sweeter than sugar words. Damn this man. Damn your heart and damn everything. You knew you could trust him. You knew he had your back, no matter what. Maybe that was why, even though you really didn’t feel like going, you would step out of your comfort zone, knowing he’d catch you if needed. The groan left your throat before you could catch it. It truly felt like a big effort to go there and not stay snuggled up against Daniel’s chest. But he needed you and as much as you hated it, going there also meant that you’d spend an entire evening with him, like he argued.
To get out of his warm embrace was a greater struggle than it should have been. He smelled ridiculously good and he was always warm and cosy, being with him felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a sunny Sunday morning. As soon as your skin left the fabric of his hoodie, you shivered.
“So what’s the plan, then?” you asked, not really knowing what to do with yourself.
“We don’t have much time left, only about 30 minutes before we have to hit the road. Go hop in the shower, I’ll get my suit from the car, we both get ready as fast as possible and we’ll see how it goes from there.”
Daniel might have been a big joking guy, tending to never really take things seriously, but when things were important, he was extremely good at preparation, at thinking things through, at analysing situations and trying to find the best solution for a better outcome. It really didn’t surprise you to see him take the reins, when you clearly looked like you were about to crumble. That was Dan’s superpower, to make you feel at ease.
The shower you took was quick, you barely let the water hit your skin and hair before leathering yourself in bubbles. You got out of the bathroom about ten minutes after you got in, with wet hair wrapped in a towel and brushed teeth. You smelled like lavender and your legs were shaved, which was a serious step up from the state you were in when Daniel showed up. You didn’t really have time to think about what you were wearing, but once again, the Australian had thought things through in advance and you blessed him for the selection of dresses and gowns you had ready for you in your bedroom. There was no choice to make, you knew exactly which outfit you were going for and it was the starry gown you had been in love with ever since you laid eyes on it. Slipping into the dress, you reached behind your back and fastened the small buttons as high as you could before it became a struggle. You knew you’d have to ask for help and decided to push the moment back as much as you could. Throwing a glance at the alarm clock on your bedside table, you gasped seeing the time. You only had fifteen minutes left before you’d have to leave, to be in London at 7pm like the invitation card mentioned.
You listed what was left to do quickly in your mind: the most urgent thing was your hair. The fact that you were still somewhat leaving droplets of water everywhere wasn’t ideal. You rushed to the bathroom to grab your hairdryer and tried your best to make your hair look presentable. Now that your hair was dry, you looked okay, even though the blatant lack of makeup was a sore sight compared to the rest of your outfit. You grabbed everything you could on your vanity desk and stuffed it all into a makeup pouch. The car ride will have to do so that your hair looked better and your face wasn’t that bland.
When you found Daniel back, he was adjusting the bow tie around his neck in the small mirror hung next to your flat’s entrance door. You almost forgot how to breathe when you saw that he had gone with a dark navy suit, which complimented your outfit to the perfection. You both looked like a set. There was no way it was a coincidence.
When Daniel turned back and saw you staring at him, the blush creeping on his neck became painfully noticeable. He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets, even though you were almost certain you saw them twitch towards you before he tried his best to hide the small tremor of his fingers, outstretched for you.
“Hmm.. You.. You look really pretty”, he coughed.
“You too”, you swallowed.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the sun was starting to set and bathed the whole flat into golden light, it would be obvious that you two were both as red as you could be. The tension was awkward and something neither of you was used to, at least not together. Everything was always so easy when you were together that it was cringeworthy to see you both rocking on your feet, not really knowing what to say. Even Daniel, who always seemed so confident, wasn’t sure what words should escape his lips anymore. It hurt a little, to see that when you were maybe at your best, Daniel didn’t really seem to be your friend anymore. Did he only see you as his buddy or was he truly not able to envision you as a potential romantic interest? Feeling the tips of your fingers prickling, you tried your best to stay calm and not to let your thoughts go into overdrive. Only Daniel was allowed to overdrive. And carefully, that car was expensive as hell.
“Do you need my hand?” he timidly asked.
You frowned. What did he mean? The blush on his neck rose higher, to lay carefully on his cheeks. He untightened the knot of his bowtie a little and acted like he hadn’t said something that barely made any sense. But watching you completely lost didn’t help the situation, so he had to clarify.
“A hand. To tie your dress on your back?” he sputtered.
“Oh. Oh! Ahem.. Yes, please?”
“Turn around.”
You didn’t have that many buttons left to fasten anymore, but you still needed a hand, to make sure your dress was completely done. As your back was to him, you let him in charge of it. And surely, it shouldn’t have taken more than twenty seconds, but for some reason, you could feel his knuckles slightly trembling on the bare skin of your back and it took him several attempts to close one particular button. When everything was fastened, he slipped his hands on your shoulders and you almost sighed. Physical touch wasn’t something Daniel was afraid of, but it weirdly didn’t work when it implied skin on skin contact. Daniel was the best when it came to tickles over hoodies, he was great at lifting you in the air over his jumper-covered shoulders, he was even exceptionally amazing at hugs with arms locked behind your head, forearms on shirts or coats. But it was rare to actually feel the texture of his skin on yours. It only happened a couple of times, it always was your hands he grabbed and it never occurred for more than a couple of seconds.
Leaving yourself tip backward, your back met his chest with a softness that usually didn’t exist in your relationship. You closed your eyes for a second, letting yourself appreciate this, appreciate this embrace that you hadn’t experienced before. You could hear his breathing through his nose and faintly his heartbeat in his throat, which produced a melody you immediately were hooked on. His hands’ skin was cracked and rough in some places and even though it wasn’t the smoothest feeling you could get, you still loved that you now knew that the skin of his left thumb had broken and was healing, that he had a scratch on the palm of his right hand and that he could cover the entirety of your shoulder blades, back to front, with his slender fingers.
It just meant you knew more of him and that was all you ever wanted.
The ghost of his chin on the top of your head came and went in barely a second, like he had wanted to do it but changed his mind almost immediately after. For the second time of the night, he cleared his throat and gently pushed on your shoulders, allowing you to stand back up straight.
“Are you ready to leave?”
“I only need my shoes and we should be good to go”, you confirmed, in a low voice.
“Okay, grab everything you need and let’s get out of here.”
Daniel obviously didn’t drive a stupid Volkswagen Polo and you knew it but you still gasped a little when you saw his chosen bolid: his electric blue McLaren 675LT. You were sure he had this one parked in his building in Monaco but you couldn’t deny the fact that it was parked in front of your own little building. That car was a dream and even though it wasn’t the first time you’d seen this model, you still were in awe of it. That colour suited him so well too, and it fit the coordinated colour palette you two seemed to have going on.
Before you could reach out to the car door, he was on your side, sliding the butterfly door open for you. You grinned at him.
“This is my first time through a butterfly door”, you laughed.
“Well, I’m thrilled to be the one offering you that first time experience, then”, he smiled.
You almost replied that there were a lot of firsts you’d give him willingly. But before you had to pick your mind out of the gutter, you carefully sat in the car, making sure not to crease it too much. He gathered the rest of your little train and slipped it at your feet, maybe dragging his hand on his ankle when he really didn’t have to. You watched him jog to the driver’s side of the car, which was the opposite of the UK typical side and your grin go even bigger when he pressed the start button, waking the engine up. You almost moaned at the sound, but maybe that would have been too much.
Instead, you slipped your little makeup pouch on your lap and started the tenuous effort of doing your makeup in a moving vehicle, especially when the driver was a pilot. Don’t get it wrong, Daniel wasn’t a terrible driver, like some pilots could be. You had heard echoes of people being driven by Lando and being scarred for life. The youngster was heavy on the pedals, apparently: both accelerator and brakes. Daniel was smooth in his driving but he couldn’t help the turns he had to take and he couldn’t do more than grab your little bag before it slipped completely out of reach under your car seat. But at every red light he could cross, he’d find the time to watch you apply whatever you’d be in the middle of and he’d be amazed at how you’d be meticulous, even though the car moved a lot.
“You’re blowing my mind”, he suddenly declared.
“Huh?”
“You’re applying shadows on your freaking eyes and you’re not even poking yourself in the damn face, jeez, are you even human?!”
“You’re driving well, Daniel.”
“Well, that’s my job.”
“No, I mean.. You’re driving very calmly and smoothly. It’s making the task ten times easier.”
He scratched his neck and tried to forget what you said. He hadn’t realised this what his doing. He thought you were just exceptionally good at doing this stuff.. turned out he also was doing his most to make it less difficult for you. And as if shadows and mascara (yes, Daniel knew his makeup tools and products) wasn’t enough, he had to forcefully swallow the groan that really wanted to get out when he caught a glimpse of you painting your lips in a burgundy colour that looked like it was made specifically for you. The cupid’s bow on your upper lip wasn’t something he had noticed before. Now it was all he could see, the image imprinted in his brain when really he had to focus on the road ahead. The last blow was when you opened that small sample bottle of your perfume and let a few drops roll on the skin of your neck. His knuckles were completely white against his black wheel, a dark contrast too with his own olive skin.
Nothing made sense but he loved the mess you made of his brain.
By the time you arrived in London, your makeup was done and you had finally placed the last bobby pin you needed to make sure your low bun would stay in place. A couple of strands framed your face on either side, completing the look and you were as presentable as you could be. Now, you only had to let him escort you inside without feeling sick, which you kind of already were. Daniel parked in the underground parking below the building where the reception was going on and turned to you immediately after the engine stopped.
“Are you completely ready? Do you need a few minutes still to do whatever you need to do?”
“I think I’m ready”, you confirmed. “Do I look ready?”
Daniel stared at you for a second, then gently took your chin in his right hand. He turned your head from left to right, checking your makeup and brushed a strand of your hair back to its meant place.
“Ready is not the word I would use”, his croaky voice resonated in the car. “Whatever happens tonight, if you want to leave, you grab whatever part of me you can and you squeeze twice, okay?”
You nodded. Here came Daniel, your knight in shining armour again. No white horse, just an electric blue McLaren that sounded divine when he reared the engine. His head shook up and down a couple of times, like he was trying to motivate himself and once he seemed like his mind was made up, he slid open the car door before doing the same on your side. His hand reached out to help you up and the sliver of the “Free” tattoo on his wrist made your heart race a little faster. You wished you completely were, so you’d finally tell him that friendship wasn’t enough for your heart’s desires. But instead, you tucked the train of your dress behind you, Daniel making sure none of it would get stuck in the car door and he locked your elbow with his, walking you to the elevator.
The gala was glamourous, as you had imagined. The dim lights created a warm ambiance, though you felt cold and nervous looking at all the people in front of you. You could recognise a few faces, a few colleagues you’d pass by at the compound, but the majority of the crowd was unknown to you, even though Daniel waved at some people while passing by. Zak Brown was the one greeting him first, warmly hugging him in one of those weird American embraces that Zak usually did. You weren’t expecting him to recognise you but he greeted you by your name and asked how work was going. Pleasantly surprised, you launched into a tirade about the last waves of data you were analysing and though he could have looked at you like you had grown a second head, he took the time to listen and comment your words, like he genuinely was interested. He must have been, since he ended your conversation by promising he’d visit the analysing offices the following week, so you could present your team’s works. Daniel raised his eyebrows, obviously impressed by the commitment and smiled down on you, visibly proud.
The next famous but familiar face to greet you both was Lando, who looked very smart in his black suit. A casual conversation took place between him and Daniel and though he tried your best to include you in it, you could tell Lando was just awkward, trying to known when he could ask you for an opinion. The dude was amazing on track and a joy to have around in the offices, but his conversational skills were awkward at best. He ended up disappearing after a glass crashed on the floor and you had all turned to see where the noise was coming from. Lando, in a nutshell.
Before you’d get to sit down, you had to pass through the usual photography spot and even though you tried really hard to skip it, Daniel insisted on having a picture of you together. He bent down after you joined him in front of the camera and arranged your train like a gentleman, before draping his arm around your waist. A second before the photograph pressed the button, he squeezed your side a little, making you laugh and look at him, as he grinned at you. A couple of pictures were taken and you were free to go for the night.
The table you would be occupying was full of investors that Daniel knew a little. He made conversation more than you did and truth be told, you weren’t given much attention. Daniel tried to include you and at some point, when he bragged about your brilliant analyses in the factory, they decided that maybe they could grant you a glance or two. It’s not like you wanted to talk to them, actually. They were all here for the pride and glory, not for the racing, not like you and your colleagues were.
In the middle of the night, Daniel got asked to do a speech with Lando on the stage in front of every table. You watched him glow in the spotlights and wished, for one second, that your lives were different. That you had met him while working, that he wasn’t a driver or that you were maybe more successful than you were. But then again, you loved your job and Daniel was meant to drive. You had to work with the cards you were dealt, no matter how you wished them differently.
The evening dragged in length and at some point, feeling ignored by the rest of the table and not being included in conversations took a toll on you. Maybe it was the champagne that Daniel kept pouring in your flute glass or maybe it was the fact that you had worked quite a lot during the week, but you started to feel woozy and hot and sticky. Your head felt cottony and heavy, your tongue slurred most of your words and your eyelids seemed to weigh a ton. At almost one in the morning, you slid your hand on Daniel’s forearm and squeezed twice, even though desserts hadn’t come out of the kitchens yet. Daniel didn’t even look at you when he slipped his hand on top of yours and squeezed your fingers between his in response. He downed his glass of sparkling water and pushed his towel back on the table, announcing that you were leaving and wishing everyone a nice night.
“Did you have a nice night?” he asked, as he drove back to your flat.
“It was alright”, you shrugged. “Maybe it would have been better if I sat with my colleagues, though.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t get to talk much”, you regretted. “I’m glad I had you to keep me company”, you smiled, sliding your hand on his, on the armrest console between the seat.
“I’m glad you allowed me to”, he smiled back at you.
“I think I drank a bit too much”, you admitted, as your index fingertip traced the rose tattoo on his hand.
“I did fill your glass a couple of times”, he shrugged. “But that’s okay. You’re not that black-out drunk.”
You hummed, agreeing with him, closing your eyes for a second and letting your head rest on the window of your door, letting the sound of the car driving by and the wipers lull you a little. When you reopened your eyes, a few kilometres had gone by and Daniel’s hand was now resting on your knee, trapped in yours. He was focused on the road ahead. You pretended to still be sleeping and kept his hand on your leg.
Daniel had to wake you up when he parked in the underground parking lot of your building. Everything was ready for you to get up and just head straight to bed. Your stuff had been pushed in his suit’s pockets and the door was already open. He helped you out with your dress, grabbing the train so that you wouldn’t walk on it and he helped you staying up by encasing your waist in his left arm. He took car of the doors and had you in your bedroom in barely a minute, while your foggy brain full of sleep and admittedly, alcohol, tried to comprehend what was going on.
“Do you need help with your dress?” he gently asked.
“The top buttons are too high to reach”, you groaned, ready to sleep. “And I put too many bobby pins in my hair”, you almost cried, arms up, trying to find them back in your bun.
“Okay, let me get those for you and then I’ll let you get changed”, he offered.
You turned putty in his hands, letting him undo the pins one by one, letting your hair fall in cascades down your back, before he pushed it all on your shoulder and took care of your dress’ buttons. He undid a handful more – for good measure he’d say. When your dress was now down to the middle of your back, Dan tapped your shoulder softly and exited the room, leaving you alone to actually undress. It didn’t take long for you to grab what had been your pyjamas for about a week. There was this really oversized Gulf shirt that Dan had received in that freaking box of merch you’d find in his office at the compound and had stolen, knowing he wouldn’t be back for weeks. The baby blue and pale orange was so calming to you and you loved it so much, feeling dumbly connected to him, when you perfectly knew he hadn’t even taken it out of the plastic wrap himself – you did. But it was supposed to be his. So it counted, right?
“You look really cosy in this”, he commented, when you found him back in the kitchen, suit jacket off and shirt open to the middle of his chest. “I think I liked you better in your dress, though.”
“It was the best option of all of the dresses you sent”, you sighed, opening your arms like a toddler, waiting for him to pick up the tired mess that you were that night.
Even his smile was audible when he crossed the space between you and engulfed you in his arms. He still was warm and your cheek pressed directly into the skin of his chest, thanks to the open shirt he had on. His fingers found a way to your hair and massaged your scalp, making you hum and smile in the little crook of his sternum.
“I’m glad you loved the dress”, he murmured. “When I saw it, I was sure you’d love it.”
“Did you choose it yourself?”
“It was the only one I chose, to be honest. The rest of them was sent by brands to my assistant.”
You tightened your arms around his middle, trying to get closer to him, even though your cheek was literally smashed against his warm skin. But you knew it might not happen again that quick, so you enjoyed it while you could.
“I loved it”, you whispered. “Thanks Dan.”
“I wanted you to feel pretty tonight.”
“That was a win, then. Will you stay here tonight?”
“I’ll take the couch”, he nodded.
“Please don’t”, you sighed. “I have enough space in my bed.”
“You also have alcohol in your blood”, he grimaced.
“Which says a lot, I wouldn’t have told you that sober”, you murmured.
“Oh, we’re going there?”
“Might as well take advantage of my liquid courage, I guess”, you shrugged.
Daniel straightened his arms, pushing you back a little so he could properly look at you. Sure, you looked a little hazy and very tired, but you stood up straight on your own and your little nap in the car couldn’t have done anything but help with your blood alcohol level. If he counted right, he was sure to have served you only four drinks top, which equalled to maybe half of the bottle that was on the table. Daniel hadn’t drunk at all, because he was supposed to drive back and he was responsible, at least sometimes. He could count and he could add without using his fingers. Maybe you weren’t as drunk as he thought you were.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
It took him about two minutes to get ready for bed and maybe the jogging pants he had came in weren’t as comfortable to sleep in as they were but they were his only choice, with one of the shirts you had stolen from his office.
“We match”, he declared, amused, seeing you both in Gulf colours.
“I was right to steal them from you.”
“Thanks for the compliment”, he rolled his eyes to the sky.
“No, you look too cute in them, that was mercy for myself.”
“Okay, time to sleep, dummie”, he laughed.
You whined for a second but he finally slipped in bed next to you, you hummed with content. The comforter was cold and he was always warm, so you knew he’d help. He yelped a little when your cold feet came in contact with his calf, but then he thought about how awkward it was to share a bed with you for the first time.
“Your feet are so freaking cold!”
“I’m sorry, the bed was cold”, you pouted.
“Ugh, come here then”, he offered.
You slipped into his arms effortlessly and soundlessly. Once he was sure you had found the right position and you wouldn’t move anymore, he tugged the cover around you, raising it higher to your chin, so you would get warmer faster. Everything about him was angles and strong, but cuddling with him felt like cuddling a teddy bear. It made no sense and every bit of sense at the same time. It’s like his sunshine personality peered through the steel muscles.
“Better?”
“Much”, you nodded.
“Okay, well time to sleep now.”
“Did I ever tell you that I like your nose?” you whispered, your right hand leaving his sternum to trace the bridge of his nose with your index.
“No but I’m ecstatic that you like it”, he laughed, trying to camouflage the fact that he was flustered well beyond reason. “Anything else?”
“I like those too”, you pushed your index in the little dimples he had created in his grinning state.
“Keep them coming, I’ll take mental notes.”
“Well in that case, I really like your beard too”, you traced his jawline, peppered with brown hairs. “You’re just pretty in general, to be honest. And muscled, but like comfortable too”, you sighed, crashing back to his chest like you suddenly were exhausted. “And your curls are soft.”
“I’ll keep conditioning them for you, then.”
“Great, thanks”, you yawned.
“We’re gonna have to talk about this in the morning, you know that?”
“I guess”, you mumbled. “But for now, let me enjoy my cuddles”, you ended the conversation by dropping a kiss on his Adam apple, relishing in the muscles you could feel under your hands.
“Anything for you. Good night, babe”, he murmured, dropping a kiss on your temple.
You’d talk about it on the morning, sure.
But for now, you’d sleep soundly in each other’s arms, wishing time could stand still for just a night.
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againstacecilia · 3 years ago
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Hello, friend! Thank you for stopping by and checking out my works! I mostly write for Poe Dameron and Din Djarin, although I'm branching out a little bit in the future so keep an eye out for more Star Wars characters (and beyond!). My inbox is open for requests, thots, screaming, and everything in between, so swing by and send me an ask! 💖
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Poe Dameron:
No More Wasted Time Masterlist: Poe Dameron x fem!reader**
Until the Stars Burn Out: Poe Dameron x Reader, lovely anon request
Family: Poe Dameron x Finn
Choices: Poe Dameron x Din Djarin x female!Reader**
Because You Left: Poe Dameron x gn!Reader
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Din Djarin:
Untitled: Din Djarin x Reader, comfort one shot
Inner Circle: Din Djarin x Reader, modern!AU**
On Dating and Din: Din Darjin x Reader, modern!AU Mini Series**
Fake Boyfriend: Din Djarin x Reader
Hands: Din Djarin x Reader**
Just Tell Me: Din Djarin x Reader
Cuyan: Din Djarin x Reader series**
No Words Needed: Din Djarin x gn!Reader
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Blurb Tuesday Masterlist
Starting something a little new, enjoy!
Masterlist Updated: December 25, 2023
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peach-and-bugs · 3 years ago
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Hello, lovelies! it's been a minute since my requests have been opened up again, and since classes are finished up for me, I thought this could be fun again. However, I wanted to make things a little easier on myself while adding a fun twist. I know similar things have been done, so know that this definitely isn't an entirely original idea.
I found an Inktober list for 2020 that was meant to be one illustration a week and wanted to use it for blurb/drubble/mini Oneshot requests.
All you gotta do is send me a number/word and a pairing and I'll try and see what kind of story I can come up with. But, if you get an idea for the plot yourself, you can definitely add that as well.
rules always apply and can be found linked here.
fics will be 500 words as a baseline
you are free to ask for characters not featured on the below list
I will write platonically for male characters w/ readers and platonically or romantically for female characters w/ readers
Word List (a ⭐ means that I have a potential idea for the word):
Edit: underlined and italic names link to finished requests; otherwise names are for a request in my inbox that will be finished eventually
Fics completed: 17
Fics on the burner: 19
flight - Hope Van Dyne
Shadow - Joyce Byers
Brick
Snake
Balloon
Hammer
Dinner ⭐ - Natasha Romanov
Spider - Olivia Octavious
Wave ⭐ - Valkyrie
Elf
Tower - Carol Danvers
Elephant ⭐ - Layla El-Faouly
Joy - Jen Barkley
Green - Leslie Knope
Red - Jen Barkley
Blue
Yellow - Hope van dyne
Train - Peggy Carter
Praying mantis ⭐
Bubbles - Agatha Harkness
Robot ⭐ - Leia Organa
Shell - Bobbi Morse
Puppet
Lunar - Layla El-Faouly - Joyce Byers
Half - Layla El-Faouly
Eyes ⭐ - Agatha Harkness
Wires - Bobbi Morse
Garden - Bobbi Morse - Agatha Harkness
Sandy - Layla El-Faouly
UFO ⭐
Tail ⭐
Brain - Agatha Harkness
Gauntlet
Balance
Drill
Fragile - Maria Hill
Hats - Villanelle
Dungeon
Fish
Teeth - Wanda Maximoff
Outpost
Chef - Leslie Knope
Shoes - Daisy Johnson/Quake
Satellite
Hurt - Leia Organa
Stairs - Peggy Carter
Yawn ⭐ - fem!Loki - Natasha Romanov
Book - Jen Barkley
Yeti
Trumpet
Gift - Bobbi Morse
Stranded - Leo Fitz
Characters I am willing to write for:
Romantic - ➵ Platonic - ✸
Marvel 
Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵
Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier ✸ 
Bruce Banner ✸ 
Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵
Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵
Drax ✸ 
Gamora ✸ ➵
Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵
Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵
Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵
Kate Bishop ✸ ➵
Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵
May Parker ✸ ➵
Mantis ✸ ➵
Maria hill ✸ ➵
Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵
Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵
Nebula ✸ ➵
Okoye ✸ ➵
Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵
Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ 
Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ 
Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ 
Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵
Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵
Thor Odenson ✸ 
Valkyrie ✸ ➵
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵
Yelena Belova ✸ ➵
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina 
Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵
Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵
Sabrina Spellman ✸
Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵
Parks and Recreation 
Ann Perkins ✸ ➵
April Ludgate ✸ ➵
Donna Meagle ✸ ➵
Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵
Leslie Knope ✸ ➵
Doctor who
Amy Pond ✸ ➵
Bill Pots ✸ ➵
Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵
Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸
Jack Harkness ✸
Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵
River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵
Simm!Master ✸
Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵
Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸
Agents of shield
Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵
Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵
Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵
Jiaying ✸ ➵
Leo Fitz ✸
Malinda May ✸ ➵
Phil Coulson ✸
Star Wars 
Ahsoka ✸ ➵
Captain Phasma ✸ ➵
Finn/FN-2187 ✸
General Hux ✸
Han Solo ✸
Leia Organa ✸ ➵
Luke Skywalker ✸
Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵
Rey ✸ ➵
Rose ✸ ➵
Killing Eve 
Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵
Villanelle ✸ ➵
Stranger things  
Argyle ✸ 
Chrissy Cunningham 
Dustin Henderson ✸
Eddie Munson ✸ 
El/Eleven/Jane ✸
Erica Sinclair 
Jim Hopper ✸
Johnathan Byers ✸ 
Joyce Byers ✸ ➵
Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵
Lucas Sinclair ✸
Max Mayfield ✸ 
Murray Bauman ✸ 
Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵
Steve Harrington ✸ 
Will Byers ✸ 
The Last Of Us (Games)
Abby Anderson ✸ ➵
Dina ✸ ➵
Ellie Williams ✸ ➵
Joel Miller ✸
Tommy Miller ✸
misc.
Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵
Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵
Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵
Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵
Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant) ✸ ➵
I'll be doing these casually at random till I either run out of time or get bored, so send your requests/ideas in whenever, and have a lovely day :)
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andsheloved · 3 years ago
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hello friends!! welcome to my 700 follower sleepover!! every time i hit such a milestone, i'm always just so blown away with how i even got this far with all you lovely folks, so thank you so so much for all your endless kindness and love!! i am sending you all the biggest hugs ever!! mwauh!! to celebrate, i'll be having a mini-sleepover with you starting today!! we'll be having a whole lot of fun over here from april 1 - april 3!! so without further ado, get your pillows and sleeping masks ready, and here are some sleepover activities!!
🕺🪩 dance party 🪩🕺
send me a disco ball (or a dancer on mobile :) and a character and i'll make a five song playlist for them!! (warning: yearning may ensue)
☎️ prank call ☎️
call a fandom (marvel, star wars, the witcher or even cast my mutuals as my miscellaneous men) and i'll cast my mutuals!!
📓 dear diary 📓
ask me anything!! want to know who my current Man™️ is? my favorite loki moment? ask away!!
🙊 rumor has it 🙊
send me a monkey and let's spread some positive gossip!! tell me your favorite character and i'll share some of my favorite writers/creators!!
🎞️ movie night 🎞️
send me a drabble/fic of mine and i'll give you a directors cut on it!!
💭 sweet dreams 💭
soft thoughts are always open but especially during this sleepover!! so send your soft thoughts my way for a little blurb!!
👙 late night pool party 👙
canon ball!! send me a swimsuit, a character, and a scenario (marine biologist!bucky is very much included 👀) and i'll give you some headcanons!!
i'm so so excited for this little party and i can't wait to see what you all send in!! mwauh!! i love you friends!!
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