#now i wanna make a moodboard for us!!! ��🥰🥰

[vagabond-umlaut]

i wanna be knight!satoru's pretty little housewife so bad...

[thevillainswhore]

Spoiled and stuffed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Bucky surprises you with a gift on your birthday.

Warnings: Smut (use of a d-ildo fem receiving, c-lit play, a little exhibitionism/mirror kink?), established relationship, Bucky is a warning himself, okay?

A/N: Beta’d by @lunarbuck - thank you so much my love, especially on such short notice 🥰 dividers by @saradika, also wanna give a special thank you to @flordeamatista for helping me with the colouring of my moodboard and in general being so supportive 💗

A little something for one of my nearest and dearest 🥰

You dig through your wardrobe, hair styled to absolute perfection, and make-up flawlessly applied to compliment your features, searching through your clothes to figure out the perfect outfit to go out tonight. Why?

Because it is your birthday.

Bucky refuses to let you stay in tonight, already having treated you like a queen for your special day with numerous gifts and loving gestures throughout the day. A gorgeous breakfast spread put together by him to kick off, with an extra surprise of you spread over the table for seconds.

It’s fair to say he has gone all out.

The result of your gifts from him means a mountain of new stuffies are now placed carefully into their respective homes in your shared room, chocolates overflowing your sweet stash, and an overwhelming amount of love in your heart for your man, who’s been making sure he doesn’t fall short of making you happy.

You love him with your whole heart. Birthday or not.

Hearing the door open, you know Bucky is now in the room with you, not thinking to take any notice as he’s probably just coming in to check how you’re getting on.

So, as you stand in only a towel, trying to mentally match colour choices and style options, you’re too focused on your current task to see the glint of mischief in Bucky’s eyes as he walks further into the bedroom.

Already dressed in his signature combat boots and leather jacket with all-black jeans and tight shirt fit - an outfit he knows you go crazy for - Bucky can’t help the predatory glare he pins onto you as he gawks at the fabric of your towel inching up your thighs. He honestly can’t get enough of them - marks from a week ago still staining your skin, placed there from your wild night that the thought of still makes a shiver run down his spine.

Wanting to update him to make sure he knows you're not going to be late for your reservation at the restaurant you’ve been gushing about for so long, you slightly turn your head over your shoulder - not enough for him to totally come into view - and tell him, “Hi baby! I promise I’m almost done, just gotta find something to wear and then I’m ready!”.

Bucky’s been crazy for you all day. Never mind that he wants to treat his girl on her birthday - he’s ravenous for you all the time, and now that he’s got a little extra surprise for you, he’s excited to see your reaction.

He wants you. Bad.

And he���s gonna have you.

Unaware of the tension in the room, you carry on with your quest, even without a response to you, too busy with your clothing dilemma to question your boyfriend’s antics and unusual silence. You want to pick the perfect outfit to look pretty for him after all.

Soon enough though, you're snapped out of your concentration when a sudden screech from behind you startles you enough to stop you from what you're doing and look towards the sound, only to see Bucky dragging one of your wooden chairs across the floor in your direction.

His azure eyes, fixed intently on you, never leave you as his combat boots, that hold vivid memories of you riding them, thud menacingly against the floorboards, moving closer as he doesn’t say a word.

The dead silence has the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, anticipation bubbling inside of you with the arousing fear of the unknown.

Once it seems Bucky’s happy with the placement of the chair, he walks around to the front, eyes still never leaving you as he slowly sits down and spreads his thighs, licking his lips and finally speaking for the first time since he came in.

“Come here.”

It’s simple. Yet, the authority lacing his gravel baritone has your whole body on edge, hands already trembling at his deep voice and allure that’s screaming at you to do as he says.

You still can’t help but question the meaning behind his aloofness, stuttering with nerves, “B-Bucky? What’s g-going on? What-“

“I said - Come. Here.”

You gulp.

You know that tone of voice. You know what it’s led to before.

Clarity soon hits you. The look in his eyes, the tightening of his fists against his thick thighs, deliciously wrapped in denim that strains against him. It finally makes sense.

He’s going to turn you into his ruined little mess.

Taking careful steps towards him, nervous and aroused for whatever is about to happen, your legs feel like jelly as you walk to what you know will soon turn you into a puddle, knees almost buckling with each timid tip-toe in his direction.

As soon as you’re in between his legs, Bucky smooths his huge, calloused hands over the back of your thighs, going slightly under the towel to feel the crease of your ass as he grips the meat of your legs, groaning at your soft, smooth skin and the scent of your lotion applied after your shower.

Before you can even process it, Bucky yanks the end of your towel, your breath hitching as it drapes down your body, revealing your naked form.

“Bucky!”

Your shriek goes ignored as Bucky licks his lips, eyes taking in every single delicious inch of you as he slowly runs his thumbs over your hips. The cold air hardens your nipples, heightening their sensitivity.

Did he just growl? You swear he did.

Oh, you’re gonna be so fucked.

Literally.

Turning you around and gripping your bare waist to bring you down and make you sit on his lap, you can’t help the way your chest heaves as he brings your legs over his, forcing them wide by intertwining his boots between your feet - your cunt open on display for him and him only.

You’re already panting as Bucky starts to kiss all over your neck, hands smoothing over your thighs as you feel the rough denim of his jeans against your silk-smooth skin.

It’s torture not togrind your clit against the rough texture.

A violent tremor stuns your body as his deep timber ripples through your ear. “Daddy’s got another present for you, baby girl.”

Your whines are music to Bucky’s ears. He adores how worked up he’s got you already, but he doesn’t plan to stop there.

This is just the beginning.

Reaching around, somewhere you don’t see as your eyes are already half shut in apprehension for the pleasure you know he’s about to bring you, an extra weight added to Bucky’s already huge hands brings you back down to earth a little.

“Look, sweetheart.”

You do as you're told, slowly bringing your gaze down to see what’s in his hand. An unexpected moan bursts out of you at the thick, long piece of silicone he’s holding.

“You like it, baby? Daddy had it specially made, just for his birthday girl - look familiar at all?”

Of course it fucking did.

The recognisable girth. Veins bulging down the shaft that you loved to lick and tease. The unmistakable length that hit spots no one else had ever before. Even the colour was perfect - a pink tip rounding the whole look perfectly.

An exact replica of Bucky’s cock.

“Fuck.”

You can practically feel the smug smirk on the bastard’s face, too dumbed out already to call him out for his wickedness.

It’s sinister, the grin that crosses Bucky’s face. He’s proud of how well his gift has gone down with you. “That’s right, baby. You’re gonna fuck Daddy’s cock, while I watch and enjoy the show.”

Not even having the chance to prepare yourself, Bucky begins rubbing the fat tip of the toy up and down your cunt, your now soaking pussy coating it in your juices and easily sliding through your slit, catching on your hole each time.

How Bucky found a fake dick that felt so realistic was beyond your belief. Nothing could ever compare to the real thing, but right now, you’re on the verge of begging for your boyfriend to fill you and soothe the ache.

Trying to catch the tip of the dildo on your cunt, Bucky takes the utmost pleasure in making sure he moves it away just in time before you can sink down, your needy whining hardening his cock even more.

“Daddy, please please please, I wan’ it so bad.”

The strain of your legs being forced wide by Bucky’s boots has you drooling before the main events even begin. The exposure to your naked form, contrasting against your boyfriend’s fully clothed one, surrendering yourself to his control entirely.

Your head is spinning, in the best possible way, lost in the dream that Bucky is.

“I know, I’m sorry, baby girl.” But he really isn’t, his seductive chuckle, forcing your pussy to clench as he goes on to make you even more dizzy. “Daddy just fuckin’ loves watchin’ how desperate you get for me.”

With no warning, Bucky thrusts his fake cock to the hilt, your walls fluttering around the shaft as it sits deep in your cunt. Your mouth hangs open in shock to experience the same stretch only Bucky’s cock has ever given you. The veins in your boyfriend’s arm bulge from the exertion of holding you down to stop squirming and the effort to keep himself collected, inflicting torture upon himself from not having his cock in you.

Once you’ve managed to get your breath, your head falls back onto his shoulder, too heavy from the fuzzy feeling swirling through your head to carry any longer.

But Bucky’s not finished revealing all the tricks up his sleeve.

Gripping your jaw to force your head back up, Bucky coos in condescension at how dumbed out you look, gently shaking your head to try and bring you back to the present.

“Aw, baby. Don’t tell me you’re done already. Why don’t you look ahead, hm?”

And so, as Bucky keeps a firm grip on you, you look forward to the direction your man has made you face, opening your eyes a little more to get rid of the blur of your surroundings when it becomes clear as to what else has got him so giddy.

A mirror.

A perfect view of you draped over Bucky’s lap, completely bare, with a cock held inside you.

Sly fucker.

Bucky placed the chair strategically in front of your full-length mirror just so he could add an extra element to your delicious reckoning.

Whispering into your ear, his breath causes goosebumps to break out onto the curve of your neck, “You see what I see, sweetheart? How well your pretty little cunt takes Daddy?”

You do. You can see everything. The pride in Bucky’s eyes, the feral beast hiding behind the blue that’s dying to come out.

And as he holds your gaze, he finally starts to thrust the silicone cock into you. His strokes are slow and tantalising enough to make you need more. He’s always loved finding how much you could take before you snapped.

It didn’t mean he would go easy on you just because it was your birthday.

The force behind the pace of the cock gets faster, harder, your moans and whimpers causing Bucky’s grip to tighten on your arms - no doubt leaving more bruises for him to admire next time.

You would normally be embarrassed by the loud squelching from your pussy, wetness flowing from your stuffed hole as Bucky continuously fucks his silicone cock into you. But, you can’t find it in yourself to care in the least when you’re so close to your high.

“You wanna cum?”

You don’t think you’ve ever nodded so fast in your life, words escaping you as you become boneless in his hold.

That doesn’t satisfy Bucky, though. Evident in his snarl as he growls into your neck. “I want a fuckin’ answer. Do you want to cum?”

“Yes! Yes yes please, Daddy, please!” You’re almost screaming, past experiences leaving no time to be silent any longer, knowing your man will easily leave you on edge the whole night should you not answer.

Bucky must be on the same wavelength as you, that damned twinkle in his eye, proud of his girl for learning so well.

But you think you might die as he leans forward, his gaze unwavering from yours in the mirror as he states clearly, “Fuckin’ give it to me then, baby.”

And with a couple of taps to your throbbing clit and the tip of the dildo hitting your cervix just right, giving him your cum is not a problem as you practically vibrate in his hold. Belly jittering from a little overstimulation as he slows down his strokes and eventually comes to a stop.

The room is quiet apart from your heavy breathing. Bucky gives you a second for the adrenaline to ease off before slowly sliding the fake cock out of your pussy and placing it somewhere you don’t care to check right now.

Bringing his arms around your waist after untightening his grip to lean you back into him, Bucky snuggles you, allowing you to come down from your high as he obliterates your face with dozens of kisses and whispers praise into your skin.

“Did so fuckin’ good for me, gorgeous. Daddy’s so happy you like his present for you.”

Your delirious laughter is nothing new at this point for him. The energy zapped out of you enough to have you on the border of going a little loopy. Bucky would normally carry you to bed and take care of you as he tells you stupid jokes to make you giggle. But his birthday girl deserves a good night out, with some food to settle her appetite for what is to come for the rest of the night (little did you know).

The last of the sweet kisses pecked into your silk skin have you melting into his embrace. Bucky’s delicate way of taking care of you warming your heart even after his wicked antics just before you had to go out.

“Now, I’ll give you a couple of minutes, and then we’ve really gotta get going so we don’t miss our reservation, sweetheart.”

Relaxing back into bucky, you’re almost pieced back together enough to get on with your next steps, but the feel of a huge wet patch on his pants has you immediately embarrassed and stuttering to try and explain to your man how you’ve ruined his outfit.

“Bucky, - your jeans. They- they’re um, a little… wet.” Cheeks going hot as you duck your head in shyness, you attempt to get the rest of your words out, “You might need to change before we go.”

Bucky already knows the result of fucking you with your new toy has left him with a little something on his jeans.

He can’t help the dangerous chuckle he lets loose at your sheepishness after what he’s just done.

Placing his pointer finger under your chin, turning your head towards him until you look in beautiful blue eyes, he smirks, and you know what’s about to come out of his mouth won’t be good for your health or your pussy.

“Oh, pretty girl. You really think I give a fuck? I’m not gonna change, wanna know why?”

Kissing you once on the lips, your heart begins racing again, his mouth hovering over yours as he whispers, “Because this way, everyone will know who you belong to - who made you cum so hard.”

And Bucky wouldn’t truly be your man if he didn’t proceed to kill you with his final words.

“And who’s cock you’ll be taking in your tight cunt later on when I give the birthday girl her last present of the night.”

[ladylamrian]

Hii 🥰

I saw this and thought it’ll inspire a fic or a moodboard for your MC’s or OC‘s

(No pressure 🥰)

🩷 Sweet & Tender Hearts 🩷

Female Main Character: Alex Clarissa Fontaine

Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder & F!OC×M!OC

Summary: Spring Season. Love is in the air.

Word Count: 2.2K words

Rating: General (Fluff)

Warnings: none

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Author's note: This got expanded from a drabble requested by @hopelessromantic1352

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Early morning at 6am. Alex was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Soon enough she woke up, opened her chocolate-brown eyes and was facing Nik, who's been exercising in his new black sportswear next to their bed.

"...16, 17, 18, 19...", he counted his sit-ups.

Without letting Nik notice that she was awake, she smiled and silently watched him exercise.

"...23, 24, 25..."

When he raised his upper body from the floor at the 25th sit-up, he quickly pulled Alex from the bed towards him on the floor and turned around which made Alex lie under him and Nik hovering over her as he pinned her on the floor.

"Hey??!"

"What? You think I wouldn't notice you watchin me exercise, sleepy head? Now I gotcha, rook.", he smirked.

"Niiiiiik, come on. Yes, you caught me, now could you please stand up?"

"No, I finally got ya'. Got ya' where I want ya'.", he kept staring into her chocolate-brown eyes and moved his face closer to hers to reach her lips.

"Oh no, you don't!!", she giggled and started tickling him. But it didn't work as she expected and surprisingly looked at Nik who smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Nik, aren't you tickly?", she asked while continued making him laugh and back away.

Looking at her confused girlfriend, he backed away and chuckled.

"I'm not tickly, rook. Now come on, let's get ready."

"For what? It's 6am in the morning.", she asked and both stood up from the floor.

"Let's go for a morning walk and do some jogging outside."

"Nooo, I'm headin to bed. It's too early.", she complained, covered herself back in white blankets and closed her eyes. Watching her softly, he joined her and layed himself next to her on bed. A quick kiss planed on her forehead and rested beside her.

"Nik, can't you just rest for a while. You're always training and exercising."

"I have to be ready for anything. And besides, the reasons to get strong for a man are: Lift girlfriend, lift wife one day and protect other women.", his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Fiiine, alright. I'll join you then.", she agreed. Then she started tickling him again and tried harder this time, but Nik stayed calm.

"Try harder, rook", he grinned, but after a few seconds he couldn't hold it back anymore, gave up and finally laughed.

"Yesss, you're finally laughing!!!"

"Ah, hey... hahaha... stop now, rook. Hey, stop! Rookie, please!! Okay, yeah, you... you... you got meee!!!!"

Alex stopped tickling him and sat infront of him to get a better look at him. Smiling at him, she apologized.

"Sorry, I just wanted to tickle you see your smile. It's cute. I don't like it if you're playing the serious guy. When you smile, you make me smile too. And you're the reason I can't stop smiling. ", she said and smiled sweetly.

"That's why you were randomly tickling me, huh?!! You are the one that makes me smile already when you're happy, rook. If you wanna keep sleeping longer, you can. It's just... it would be much nicer when you would join me with work-out. You and me, rook. Since you started living with me, it's no fun anymore if I do my usual things alone without you."

"Guess you got more used to it by having me on your side, partner.", she winked and stood up from bed, when suddenly Nik pulled her back which made her sit on his lap.

"Now it's your turn to smile.", he answered and started tickling her. Alex was very tickly and couldn't stop laughing that much.

"Hahahaha... Niiiiiik, haha... Stop, please?!!", she begged.

"That's what I call sweet revenge. Make me stop now, rookie."

Alex really couldn't stop laughing hard which made Nik stop after a few seconds and waited till she calmed herself down.

"Oh Nik, oh my..."

"Alex, you alright? Calm down. Breathe slowly, okay."

"I... I... I'm fine. Don't worry.", she sweetly smiled.

"I didn't know you were tickly, rook. You still okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. With you, I'll always be fine."

Soon enough, both were ready for a morning jog outside. Nik still patiently waiting in his black sportswear in the livingroom for Alex to change. As she arrived, his eyes widen as he saw her in her tight sportwear, revealing a little skin, her curves, but especially the slim body shape. Her silvery hair was tied into a ponytail.

"Damn, rookie... You... You're hot.", he suddenly felt more attracted by her.

"Oh, thanks. I decided to wear my black sportswear to match with your's. Hey, how do you like my pink sports shoes?"

"Uhhh, they're... very pink."

"Wow, really? I didn't know, thanks", she rolled her eyes and smiled.

A light jog in the fresh air was exactly what the two needed to start their day. Both having a relaxing jog in the almost empty park. The lush park was teeming with vibrant flowers and plants that were both beautiful and fragrant which gave Alex a relaxed and peaceful feeling.

"Such a beautiful day. Hey Nik, don't run so fast. Let's have a relaxing jog."

"Sorry if you're too slow, rook."

"Hey, I'm not slow. I'm definitly faster than you. I challenge you for a race.", she stopped while arguing which made Nik stop too.

"You sure? I don't wanna beat you."

"I'm so sure about it. See that tree over there, let's see who reaches it first. By the count of three, we both start running.", Alex challenged the guy as she pointed at a lonely standing tree at the other side of the park.

Nik agreed and both got into their positions, making themselves ready for the race. They fairly wished eachother good luck and by the count of three, they began the race. Sprinting across the park. Nik was leading, but Alex wasn't far for him, slowly trying to gain the lead.

"Come on rook, faster!!"

"I... I... I'm almost", she pushed harder with all her might. After a few more steps, she finally managed to take the lead. When the couple finally neared the old tree at the end, it was indeed Alex who first reached it which surprised Nik.

"Damn, well done. You won.", he confessed and slowly fell on the grass for rest while Alex leaned against the tree. Both desperatly catching for air and trying to slow their breathing. When they were done, they slowly walked back, down the tiny hill where their little race first began.

"Hey, Nik... Could you show me some cool new moves? Let's train.", she stopped walking to seek his attention.

"Fine. How about this?", he stopped walking, stood behind her so that he felt her back leaning against his chest. With his arm around her waist, he moved his foot towards between her feet and shove them apart.

"Woah, Nik... And then?", she almost lost balance but then maintained it.

"And then I have you, so the next step is this...", he planted a kiss from behind and chuckled.

"Niiiiiik, not those moves of your's. Teach me your other moves. Some fighting and punching.", she moved away from him and mimicked to deliver a few punches while jumping up and down which made Nik laugh.

"How cute, my silly rook. Fine, let's go and find the perfect place for training.", he suggested and both strolled around until they found a wide, secluded area in the park with enough space for training.

But this secluded corner of the park was also the perfect place for a romantic moment between lovers, because they weren't alone. Not far away they spotted two familar figures sitting on a bench while gently stroking eachother's bodies. Their backs turned towards Nik and Alex. They definitly couldn't see them, but Nik and Alex could.

"Oh my, are that...??!!", she discovered with Nik. It looked like they were having a conversation and laughing.

"Well, whatever. Let's leave them alone and give them some space. We..."

"Nik, look!!!", Alex cupped his face and turned it towards the couple infront of them, so he would see what she's meaning. Their eyes widen as they discovered Luc who joined Vera on the bench suddenly stood up and got on one knee.

"Damn, is Luc... Is he gonna propose to Vera? Were they secretly dating the whole time and... Ouch!! Heeeey, what was that for?", he complained as Alex delievered a strong punch on his shoulders and glared at him.

"This was for the wedding proposal which I still haven't received from you. Learn something from Luc, he's so romantic and just proposed to Vera while I'm still waiting for you to propose to me. I bet Luc's already planning his future and family with Vera. But you, Nik..."

"Woaaah, slow down. Hold the horse, rook and take a closer look.", he answered and pointed back towards Luc and Vera.

On his knee, Luc wasn't holding a ring to propose to Vera Reimonenq. Instead he held a rose towards his blushing lover. It took the young Reimonenq a bit time until the blushing and overwhelmed feeling faded away. She finally dared to pull him closer for a passionate kiss as Luc stood up from his knee. Alex gasped, but Nik quickly managed to cover her mouth to not disturb the couple infront of them.

"Let's leave 'em alone, rook.", he wispered, but Alex didn't listened to him and quietly consumed the lovers infront her which made her happy.

Now Luc held the flower between his teeth, took Vera's gloved hand in his his and both twirled and danced in eachother's embrace without taking their eyes away from eachother.

"They're so perfect for eachother, Nik. I'll ship them from now on as Lu-era or Lu-ra. Just look at the lovely couple."

"There's no music. Why do they dance then?"

"Because they're in love, Nik. Love makes everything possible."

"Yeah, that's cute and all, but I don't know about Luc. He basically flirts with everyone. Hope he doesn't hurt Vera's feelings. She seemed a nice and innocent girl. And rook, you shouldn't mention that we saw them like this. I think they should tell us about their relationship when they feel ready."

"Ugggh, fiiiine. Nik, why are you always so right? You have no idea how much I want to congratulate them, but... Well... Okay, fiiiine. We'll keep it a secret.", she sighed and left together with Nik to give the newly discovered couple some more privacy.

Luc gracefully danced with Vera in his arms and at the end, holding her tight to dip her. With that, they finished their romantic dance and took back their places on the park bench. Luc gave Vera her rose, took her gloved hand to plant a kiss.

"You're so beautiful, ma chérie. Never have I ever seen such a beauty like you before, Vera chérie. Mon amour.", he confessed and kissed her hand again.

"Ooooh, Luc...", she shyly met his warm gaze and stroked his cheek.

"Je t'aime, Vera."

"Je t'aime aussi. I love you too, Luc. I was so shy and well... Thank you for everything. For trying to break the Reimonenq curse. And I'm glad we're together."

"I'll do anything for you, Vera. I never thought we'll become that close. I mean, I flirt with anyone handsome and beautiful, but you... Why should I flirt with anyone when I have you, Vera chérie?", he kissed her hand again.

"I don't like it when you flirt with others."

"And I won't do it. I'll surrender. I have you. I don't find anyone attractive anymore because of you. You're truely a blessing. A beauty, mon amour. You make me the happiest man in all realms. I love you."

"I never thought beeing in love would be so... so beautiful. Seeing first Alex happy with Nik, I secretly wished to find someone else too... My other half, but now I think I already have now."

"Really?", he grinned.

"Oui, Luc. You're my other half. My love. You're the reason I can't stop smiling. ", she giggled and pinched Luc's nose.

Both laughing, talking and enjoying eachother's company while Luc let Vera lean against him. Her head on his shoulder while his arms wrapped around her waist. After a few minutes of calm silence, Luc began to spoke.

"When will we meet again like this, ma chérie? I don't want to keep our relationship a secret anymore. Everytime we were around with friends, I had to control myself. So many times, I wanted to hug you, kiss you, but I can't. Not until you're ready to finally announce our relationship, Vera. When?"

"Oh Luc, don't you understand? What will everyone think when they found out that a Reimonenq and a witch are dating, when our families had conflicts which eachother for centuries?"

"I'll try to convince my mother somehow, I promise. No witch will have a problem with us, I promise. I'll keep you happy and safe. As long as we have eachother, nothing will seperate us.", he lightly brushed a kiss on her forehead.

"You're right. I'm not scared of my mother and her goons. Besides, my mom has nothing against the witches because she considers the Reimonenq touch as a gift. And if her goons ever try to scare you, don't worry. I'll always be with you. Nobody will try to harm you. Luc, let's finally announce our love.", she proudly spoke.

"Oui, c'est vrai. I love you, ma chérie."

[itscherrylipsforme]

Hi, I'm the anon who requested for the moodboard, thank you for making them☺️, I love them so much that I would like to request drabbles from time to time dedicating to them only❤️❤️ the reader's moodboard reminds me a bit of tori spring from heartstopper, but only the personality💘 Thank you so much!

By the way, I'd like to request some drabbles for bill weasley, but I ship him with fleur delacour. If that's okay? If not, okie too🥰

And, I saw your post about your mom and stepbrother, and how ironic is it because they're the same exact I want to request for the balck cat!gryffindor!reader. But now I don't want to cos this kind of family sucks, and I hate family members that are suck.

Don't mind them, your family. They're suck. Family members that main joy is to hurting you are part of the worst. You're beautiful, you're okay. I have fat in my arms and my legs as well, I don't find them over beautiful, but I don't feel the need to see them ugly as well. I was just born with a big frame. Don't give them a hint of chance to tell you that there's flaws in you, throw them off. Fight them back if dared. They wanna talk about ya body, talk back theirs as well.

I hope you have the greatest time in your life and may every road you walk with a bouquet of flowers in crown, ma chérie💐❤️🫂

Aww darling you are so sweet! 😍 You can ask for drabbles for Golden retriever!Cedric and Black cat!reader whenever you want since this one of my fave tropes. And now that you comment it she certainly resembles to Tori from the Osemanverse (love that girl tbh 😌)

By the way, of course you can request something for Bill and Fleur! They are among my fave ships in Harry Potter actually. My blog is mainly for x reader stories, but I am also open to write for canon and not-canon ships that I enjoy. So send the ask if you want to, my inbox is always open for you! 🥰

And about my mother's side of the family, I love them with all my heart, but our relationship is kind of rocky I would say 😓. It's actually relieving in some way when I find someone who has gone through similar situations. You are beautiful too, darling, inside and out. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, understood?🫶🏼 And If you want you can still send that kind of request for Cedric and reader. Maybe it could help both of us to deal with it, what do you think about it?🤔

Thank you so much for your kind words, you have brighten my day. You truly are a gemstone, sweetie. Keep shining that way, please ✨🫂

[ahundredtimesover]

The Light of Dead Stars (Prologue) | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, fake romance, boss/workmate aus; angst, drama, fluff, smut; slow burn

Chapter Warnings: None (18+)

Chapter Word count: 2.3k

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Series summary:  Your unconventional arranged marriage with your company’s President, Kim Seokjin, is necessary, practical, and simple - both your families benefit, and he minds his own business and so do you. But when a slip-up causes his parents to believe that you and he are in love, you have no choice but to pretend you are, especially with the trip to France for his brother’s wedding coming up. When you get back to Seoul, things start to change, and Seokjin is faced with the most difficult decision he has to make.  

A/N: It’s here! I know I’m always excited when something new comes out but I’m really excited about this! This first part just sets the stage but I’d still love to know what you think! 🥰 This is gonna be a long one so I hope you enjoy the ride. 

If you also want to get a bit into the inspiration for the title, do check out Dead Stars by Paz Marquez Benitez (a 1925 short story written in English and a classic in Philippine literature). And again, please forgive any business/food industry inaccuracies! 

The sun’s just about to set when Seokjin enters his office and sinks in his chair, the cushion seemingly not enough to carry the weight of all his responsibilities, that despite their US and Europe sales increasing under his leadership, there’s still so much more to do and so much more to prove. 

It’s been a long day, like everyday, and he wants nothing more than to lay in his bed and bury himself in her warmth. 

He loosens the knot of his tie, knowing he’s got no other important meetings for the rest of the evening, and picks up his phone.

She answers after the first ring, and he knows she’s been waiting for him, too.

“Hi, we’re still on for tonight, right?” She asks sweetly on the other line, the longing unmissable in her voice. “I want to wear that pretty dress you got for me.”

“Yeah, we are, and I can’t wait to see you in it,” he hums, already thinking about how good she’d look in that red dress. “But Father asked to have dinner so I’ll have to meet you after. Is that okay?”

“Sure, no problem,” she responds.

“Same place, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll see you, Jin.”

“I’ll see you.”

He hangs up and lets the temporary bliss settle in before it fades, knowing he’s got a few more things to do before that dinner with his father that was asked for last night. It’s not usual for his old man to make a request on such a short notice, and the fact that it was made through their secretaries means it’s business related, not personal. 

A few emails sent later, he hears a knock on the door. The man promptly enters as instructed. 

“Mr. Kim, your father is on the way here to meet with you,” Yoongi, his secretary, says, his dark locks framing his pale and serious face. 

“Now?” Seokjin asks worriedly. “I thought we were on for dinner.”

“You thought that. I said he wanted to meet you in the evening,” his secretary corrects. 

“Hmm, uh, okay. Great, I can tell Seri we can meet for dinner, then.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna wanna do that,” Yoongi says, mostly to himself. 

His boss doesn’t seem to have heard, too busy on his phone, completely unaware of how much his life is about to change.

The door opens and in enters the elder Mr. Kim, 3-piece suit still impeccable despite the long day.

“Father,” Seokjin greets. “I could’ve met you at your office.”

“Yeah, well, I figured you’re gonna wanna be comfortable with what I’m about to talk about,” the older man responds, taking his seat on the couch a few feet away from the desk, motioning for his son to sit across from him.

“Uh, what’s this about?”

“I’ll cut to the chase,” the elder clears his throat. “Your grandparents have spoken with your mother and me and have proposed an arrangement, a marriage arrangement.”

“A, what?” Seokjin pants. “An arranged marriage? Really, in this day and age?”

“More like a marriage of convenience. Their family needs our help and we’ve waited long enough for you to find a good enough partner to marry. I mean, it’s been years,” he huffs in disappointment. “You don’t approve of any of the ones we’ve asked you to go on dates with and you haven’t introduced anyone in the last 5 or so years that we’ve been asking you about it. You’re not getting any younger, and neither are your prospects. You’re our eldest, Seokjin, and the President of this company. It’s expected of you to have a family soon.”

Seokjin turns to Yoongi, his trusted aide, to try and find a way out, but his friend can only sigh in return, not knowing how to get out of this, too. 

It’s one thing for his father, the Chairman of Kim Foods, Inc., to pressure him to marry and produce grandchildren, but it’s another for his grandfather to ask for that, one who’s always tried his best to not meddle in the younger Kims’ lives. Seokjin looks up to him more than anyone - more than his father, even, and this is one request that he’d have a hard time turning down.

“Who… who is it, the one they want me to marry?” Seokjin asks, defeated. 

“Jung ___,” his father replies. 

“Ju— you mean, our Director for Product Development?” Seokjin asks, surprised. 

“Yes. Her family is a good friend of ours.”

“Really? I… didn’t know,” Seokjin furrows his brows, knowing he should be aware of who his family has close ties with, but your family wasn’t really on his radar. He doesn’t even think he’s ever heard of your parents, even from you.

“Not many people do, actually. And we wanted to keep it that way, until now. It’s imperative that we get on with this as soon as possible, at least with the announcement of the engagement,” his father stresses. 

“Why the rush?” Seokjin crosses his arms. 

Clearly, this is too much for one person to decide on, let alone to absorb. There’s a lot at stake, and definitely a lot to lose, but he thinks of you, too, and how you might be feeling. 

You’re one of his best employees, having worked your way up as part of the research team and then the product development team, until ultimately being promoted as director not long ago. You have an appreciation for the art of cooking and for food in general, and he’s always admired the way you handle yourself - whether in the boardroom, the lab, or the kitchen. 

Clearly you’re passionate and look out for what’s best for the company that his family built, and now you’re going to be part of that family - that is, if he agrees. Or more like, when he agrees. 

“It’s a safety issue,” his father shares. “It’s a precaution, but you know how powerful our name is.”

Of course. The Kim name - a badge that Seokjin has proudly worn since he could remember. It’s more than being the representative of the global brand that serves a variety of ready-to-eat Korean food to local and international markets. There’s a long history of nobility and old money that’s become part of their identity, and anybody in any field would know that. 

“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Seokjin looks at his father, with a last attempt at pleading through his eyes to let him get out of this, but both men, even Yoongi, know that it’s not in Seokjin’s nature to disobey. 

“I’m afraid not, Son. Your sister’s married and Taehyung is engaged. You’re the only one left we could—”

“Offer?” Seokjin finishes. 

“That we could present,” his father corrects. “It would mean a lot to your grandparents if you could do this for them. We could’ve found another way but like I said, you haven’t introduced anyone to us in years and they think you aren’t really interested in finding someone so… they found someone for you.”

“Unwanted but well, you all raised me and sent me to school. I’m bound to pay you back at some point, right?” Seokjin scoffs, though even he knows he doesn’t completely mean it, that’s why he still mumbles an apology right after. 

Maybe he brought this upon himself. He’s never shown interest in finding a partner, and his relationship with Seri is one he’s kept a secret for years. It’s ironic that he was afraid they wouldn’t approve of her precisely because she works in their company yet now, he’ll be bound to someone he also works with. He knows this is gonna be messy, and he knows he has to do something about it now.

“Okay, then. When do I need to talk to her?” Seokjin sighs. 

“Now,” his father answers. “___ is waiting for you to ask for her.”

“Unbelievable,” Seokjin shakes his head. “Fine, I guess I’ll call her over now, then.”

“Thank you, Son. I’m sorry, but this means a lot to us.”

As his father exits the room with Yoongi who’s been instructed to call for you, Seokjin feels like the walls of his well-kept secret begin to crumble. He doesn’t know how to tell Seri. And he doesn’t know how to tell you. 

He just hopes that whatever it is he’s bound to lose, it wouldn’t be too much that he can’t recover from.

Yoongi’s head pops in the door and with pursed lips, he lets Seokjin know that you’re right outside, waiting to be called in. 

“Let her in,” he says, barely ready to have the conversation that’s going to change everything for him. And for you. 

“Hey, Jin. Uh— I mean, Mr. Kim?” You frown. “What’s the proper way to address you at a time like this?” 

He chuckles to himself, though he admits not being used to seeing you a little unsure. You’ve always entered the boardroom with confidence, spoken with such passion every time, and looked like you had everything in your life under control. Tonight, you’re a little wary, cautious. And he doesn’t blame you one bit.

“Jin is fine,” he replies, motioning for you to sit on the couch. “This is as personal as it is professional anyway.”

“That’s one way to put it, I guess,” you shyly smile, something he’s not used to as well. “So, uh… I’m guessing your father has spoken to you already.”

“Yeah. How much do you know?”

“Probably more than you do. Did you get to a decision, at least?”

“Sort of. I don’t really have a choice in the matter, as you know,” he sighs.

“I know, and I’m sorry that it has come to this. But you’re free to back out, if you want,” you assure him. “It’s my family that’s gotten into this mess and I don’t wanna drag you in it.”

“Father said it’s a safety issue that’s why it’s sudden. Is that true?”

“Uh-huh. But I don’t want the details to influence your decision,” you say, not wanting to rattle him with the message your father received about paying his debts that’s now become threatening. You’re the only one of their children still in the country, and just like them, you want to protect your family in whatever means. 

“Fine, then what details about the arrangement can you share with me?”

“Announcement through an article this weekend, saying we’ve been in a secret relationship for a year and got engaged a few months ago,” you say, not missing the irony of it all. “The wedding is set in 3 months.”

“Three months?!” He exclaims. “You’re shitting, right?”

“I wish I was but… they want it done before your brother gets married later in the year,” you explain. “Taehyung’s wedding with Hyun-a is going to be extravagant and your parents think that even the preparations would overshadow the less grand one we’ll have so there’s gonna be less questions. I mean, he’s marrying an actress and you’re marrying… me. If you agree, so yeah.”

“So we’re just supposed to pretend we’re in love, that’s it?” 

“I mean, it goes with the story they want. But I’m me and you’re you. Everyone knows we get along but we’re not exactly affectionate people, you know? I guess that helps?”

“I guess…. But look, honestly, I’m still in shock,” Seokjin admits. “There’s so much to consider and think about… things we’ll both have to give up and figure out on our own and together.”

“Then tell me, talk to me. Maybe I can help make whatever your decision is a less bitter pill to swallow,” you offer. 

“I’m a ball of mess, ___. I’m not about to dump all my problems on you, which frankly involves you.”

“I know, that’s why I’m offering to help. I know it’s not work-related, which we’re good at handling, but if there’s anything I can do to lessen the stress or the pressure, then let me know.”

“Remind me, have you always been this nice?” Seokjin laughs, trying to find humor in such a situation.

“When you’re not challenging my ideas,” you stick your tongue out. “But look, it sucks we’re in this and I’m sorry. But you’re a good man, Kim Seokjin. And I’ll help however I can.”

“Just good?” He arches an eyebrow teasingly. 

“Yes,” you playfully roll your eyes. “Taehyung is the better and more handsome brother.”

Seokjin’s face falls immediately and you hold in a laugh.

“Tell me he paid you to say that,” he frowns. 

“Sort of. We made a bet and I lost and now I have to say that to people,” you shrug. “And you know your brother, he takes these things seriously.”

Seokjin laughs, imagining his brother cornering you probably during a business event or a post-meeting dinner and drinks, and you, probably arguing with the younger Kim but giving in to shut him up. If there’s a silver lining to this arrangement, it’s that Seokjin at least gets along with you, and that you get along with his family, too. 

“So go, shoot. Let’s go through all the biggest pros and cons and figure them out one by one,” you urge him, trying your best to comfort him with your smile. 

Seokjin takes a deep breath, knowing he’s gonna have to discuss this with you at some point. It’s unfair to hide it from you, and even if this is arranged and void of love and affection unlike how marriages are supposed to be, he still respects you as a person, and the least he could do is be honest. 

“Okay,” he takes a deep breath. “There’s something you need to know.”

“Hmm?”

“I have a girlfriend.”

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Wifey!!! Congratulations on 1k!!!! You deserve this so much my love. Since day one of your blog I have known for a fact, everyone will love your writing! I cannot wait to see you hit more and more of these precious milestones <3333

Looking at the forbidden romance list, I cannot help but vision this:

A big company is very against coworkers dating. They prefer coworkers to see each other as competition. Of course, coworkers A and B fall for each other anyways.

With none other than our very own Dave York!

Ana darling, thank you so much ily 😘 I hope you enjoy ☺️

Playing Nice

Pairings: Dave York x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, established sexual relationship, reader being called a whore, angst, cursing, fluff, violence, guns, killing.

A/N: the gif in my moodboard inspired this one 😘

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Daves lips twitched - a smile forcing its way onto his face as he hears your voice over the com link. “Nine…ten..eleven….beat that York. Twelve..” His eyebrow quirks as he spots you moving towards the group of mercenaries. Over my dead body baby.

“Oh I’m going to beat you, and when I do - you’re gonna give me whatever I want.” Dave moves - slowly, hiding behind crates as his eyes scan the area. He sees a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye and he can make out the back of your head. No! They're going to see you.

One of the men turned in your direction, gun pointed at your head. No you fucking don’t. Dave stands now, gun aimed and starts firing. One by one they drop. “Twelve..thirteen…fourteen…seems I’ve won,” he says, a sly smirk on his face as he stands above you. There’s something hidden behind those dark eyes as he reaches his hand out, waiting for you to take it.

He pulls you up and you fall into his chest, his hand wraps around your waist to steady you. You can feel his warmth beneath the palm of your hands - searing your skin. You want nothing more than to strip him bare and trace the scars on his chest. Dave clears his throat and you back away, “thanks. We better get going.”

***

Your eyes follow him as he leaves Smith's office - having given his debrief. He walks past you, his face void of any emotion and his gaze fixed on anything but you. You hated this. The way it was so easy for him to ignore you all day - to act cold and unfeeling when you practically wore your heart on your sleeve. Did he care about you at all?

“Y/N.”

Taking a deep breath, you stand and make your way into his office, Smith gesturing for you to take a seat. “York filled us in on your fuck up.” An anger boils under the surface of your skin and you clench your fists in an attempt to not punch this fucker in the face. “There was no fuck up, sir. I had more targets taken out than York until one of the mercs spotted me. I had it handled.”

“That’s not what Dave said. He said you got caught and he had to intervene. You know this means the kills go to him, which means he’s now in the lead.” You stand abruptly now, “that isn’t fair. You can’t do that.”

“I think you’ll find I can. You will simply have to do better if you want to be in charge miss Y/N. Both of you are always neck and neck, this next mission will be the decider. You’d best bring your A game.”

“Yes, sir.” Storming out of his office you make your way straight for Dave. He’s in the conference room with guys - Resnik, Kovac and Ari. Laughing at something he said but their conversation dies down as you enter and Dave looks at you with a sly smirk. His eyes skim over your form before meeting your gaze and you can see the hint of lust in his eyes.

“Got something to say, baby?” What is going on with him? He’s never this cruel. “You lied to Smith. Why?”

“I didn’t lie. I told him exactly what happened, not my problem, your shit at this.” The guys all try to hide their laughter and it angers you even more. “You’re a dick.”

“Baby, if you wanna suck my dick, all you have to do is ask?” You walk up to him and slap him hard on the face before storming back to your office - willing the tears to hold off until you can close your door. How fucking dare he.

***

The bathroom is steaming as you let the hot water from the shower cascade down your body. You hope it will ease the tension in your muscles from the shit day you’ve had. What has gotten into Dave? He was mean today. Meaner than usual.

A squeal passes your lips as arms wrap around you from behind. A hand coming up to cover your mouth to muffle your scream. “Shh baby, it’s just me.” You lean into his touch as his deep baritone voice soothes your nerves, but then you remember how he treated you today and you turn around and push him slightly.

“What the hell are you doing here Dave? I’m not in the mood.” You try to move past him but he blocks you, his body pushing you back against the cool tiles. “Dave!” His arousal is hard against your stomach and you can help the shiver that runs through you. Why did you always want him?

“Is this about today? Baby, you know I had to. That we have to play the game and pretend we hate each other.”

“Yeah I get that, but you didn’t have to be so mean about it. You're not usually like that, so what’s gotten into you?” You place your hand in his cheek gently and reach up and kiss his lips softly. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

***

Dave feels his heart flutter again and butterflies erupt in his stomach. He’s developing feelings and that can’t happen. He grabs your neck a little roughly - his thumb running along your bottom lip before trailing it down your chest and pinching your nipple “Nothing has gotten into me baby, but I want to get into you.”

He pushes his hips against you and you moan a little. Such a filthy whore. “If you want me to leave?” Your eyes widen and you grip him harder, pulling him close. “No.”

He smirks and begins kissing along your neck, his teeth biting into the skin. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard baby, you’ll forget all about today.” He pumps himself twice before lining up at your entrance, thrusting into you in one fluid motion. “Oh fuck”

His pace is brutal as he pounds into you, his thick length hitting that sweet spot over and over. You feel so good wrapped around him, he never wants this to end. He wants to be buried inside you every minute of every day.

“Fuck Dave…harder..” Filthy fucking whore. He loves watching you come undone. He loves the faces you make, the sounds that escape those plump lips. All for him. Only him.

“You belong to me. Do you hear me? Every inch of you is mine, and if you let another man touch you, I won’t hesitate to kill them.”

“Yes. Yours, all yours.” He crashes his lips to yours and you come around him, crying out his name. Pulling out, he pumps himself before spilling his come all over your stomach. His hand rests under your chin, “I’m sorry, if I hurt your feelings. I’ll tone it down a bit, baby.”

“Thanks. Are you staying tonight?” His lips quirk into a smile, “do you want me to?” With a nod of your head he turns off the shower and lifts you into his arms, carrying you into your room. “Guess I’m staying then.”

***

The mission has gone to shit and Dave can’t find you anywhere. Fuck! I should have told her how I feel. It had been a set up from the beginning and they ambushed you, and he hasn’t laid eyes on you in over an hour. I’m gonna fucking kill them.

He’s on top of the tower, eyes scanning through the scope of his gun. Come on baby, where are you? His heart is beating erratically and he’s gonna lose his shit if he can’t find you.

“Fuck. Dave…”

“Baby! Baby is that you? Where are you?” Your voice comes through - slightly muffled - on the comms. “I’m ok…I got knocked out when the cafe blew up. I’m just a little sore.”

“Hey it’s ok…just wait there…I’m coming to you.” Dave rushes down the stairs, taking two at a time until he reaches the bottom. He moves as quickly as he can while also keeping an eye out for stragglers.

He releases a breath when he finally lays his eyes on you. You're ok. “Hey.” You say with a smile plastered on your face. That beautiful smile that he loves. Bending down - he helps you up -pulling you into a hug. “Thought I fucking lost you baby.” His hands rest on either side of your face as he whispers “I love you, so fucking much”, before kissing you passionately.

“What?” You’ve pulled back a little, eyes boring into him - hope shining behind them. “I love you baby. I didn’t want to admit it but today…today I almost lost you and…I’m not hiding it anymore. I’m not hiding us.”

“Dave we’re not allowed…” he stops you by kissing you again, his arms wrapping fully around you now. “I don’t give a fuck anymore, I love you and I want to be with you.”

“I love you too. Now please, take me home.”

***

Dave pulls into the drive and you both look at each other - a devilish smile on your face as you reach over and kiss him passionately. “You ready baby?”

“Born ready. Now let’s get this done, then you can take me home and fuck me.” Dave growls as he pulls you into another kiss. “Come on.”

Both dressed in black head to toe - you enter into the huge house, careful to make no noise. The house is quiet, everyone fast asleep. Perfect. With the silencer on your gun, you make your way behind Dave towards the main bedroom.

Making your way inside, Dave gives you a look - one you know is him telling you to take this one. And you will, with great fucking pleasure. With the safety off, you point the gun to his head - right between his eyes.

He startles awake and the fear in his eyes when he sees you is so satisfying. “What the?” You place your finger over your lip, shushing him. “Y/N? York?”

Dave smirks as he comes to stand behind you, hand resting on your hip. “Thought you could take us out and we wouldn’t find out?”

“What? I never..”

“Cut the shit Smith, we know what you did.” You watch as his face morphs into a sadistic smile. “I should have killed you both myself. You both could have gone far, if only you didn’t catch feelings. You knew the rules and you both disobeyed them. You had to face the consequences.”

“Well you forgot that we are the best you have and now, we’re eliminating you. Any last words?” Panic creeps onto his face again as he begs for you to let him go, that he’ll allow you both to continue your relationship. You pretend to consider his plea, “nah I’d rather kill you,” before pulling the trigger and killing him.

“Fuck that was so hot baby.” Dave says as he bites into the skin in your neck. “Now, let’s get out of here so I can fuck you good and hard.”

“Yes, please.”

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[dollwritesarchive]

so 8000 people made the conscious decision to follow my blog! that’s insane, literally crazy! thank you all so much for all of the support over the past 3 years, this blog is the best aspect of my life right now!

instead of doing a writing event right in the middle of a month where i said I’d focus on requests for certain things, I just wanted to try something fun! I like making edits and I’m obsessive about music, and it’s been a while since I did a ship game SO

If you wanna play, send me a couple of things about yourself and what fandom you want to be shipped in (please only pick 1 🥺) and I will make a moodboard for you and the character I ship you with, AND include what I think your song will be. you’re free to use the moodboard for whatever you want, it’s all yours.

requests are closed now!

ships:

😴 anon & a charlie cox character

mcu ship for jaceysuser-main

titans ship for brutallyjulia

harry potter ship for timmysnumberone

mcu ship for fandoms-writings

dc ship for bella

general ship for yaz

netflix marvel ship for spencer

harry potter ship for clara

mcu ship for caitlin

mcu ship for terra

mcu ship for cherry

mcu ship for fay

finale ( soc ship for doll 🥰 )

[ssa-sapphic-inactive]

hello, friends!

it’s that time of year again where love, envy and/or hopelessness are all seemingly at the forefront of our lives. so, with that thought in mind, i wanted to do a little something special to commemorate all of the many emotions that february might bring to all of us! :)

or in other words, i wanted to do a celebration thingy but didn’t really have anything to celebrate and valentine’s day is low key a bummer so this is the result lol [currently no deadline]

anywho, the lists under each category below are specifically targeted for the feelings and/or state you might been in during this month so far, so feel free to choose what you’re currently in need of <3

sad/lonely/heartbroken/depressed:

📕 - need someone to talk to? reassurance? tell me a bit about what’s going on if you’re comfortable, and in return, i’ll give you a personalized and encouraging message. or just vent to me on anon and i’ll provide a listening ear for you

👤 - wanna cry? sometimes that’s the best form of medicine. send me your go-to song to cry to and i’ll provide you with a mini playlist containing more that relate + songs that get me emotional so that we can cry together bestie

❤️‍🩹 - tired of being down and out? feeling numb? well not on my watch. it is now my mission to make you smile, even if for a second. memes, jokes, stories of embarrassing things i’ve done, etc. whatever it is, if it makes you laugh or provides you with entertainment than that’s what matters

yearning/dreaming/hoping/chillin:

👥 - i’m always in a perpetual state of yearning and dreaming for things, people, and realities that aren’t quite in my reach, and there’s always a song to convey those thoughts and feelings. send me three adjectives that describe what you’re feeling in this moment, and i’ll make you a playlist based on them

🕹 - just here for the fun of it? that’s totally fine! let’s play a game or two: fmk, would you rather, send me a ship and i’ll give you my honest opinion using only pictures from my pinterest meme board, most likely to, etc. whatever fun thing you can think of i’m down to play ;)

🦋- honesty hour has commenced, send me q&a’s about whatever it is your heart desires and i’ll do my best to answer truthfully if it’s something i’m comfortable with (my walls are down because i have nothing really to lose at the moment so do your worst)

crushing/romantic/cliché/lover:

💋 - want a friendly valentine’s day card? if you’re a moot, gimmie a kiss and i’ll make a personalized one just for you because ily 😙💌

🫂 - send me a cm themed ship along with an activity or date idea and i’ll make you a moodboard for it! (anything goes except for emilyxmale pairings. sorry not sorry <3)

🌹 - crushes suck sometimes, but they can also be sweet. if you’re feeling daring, anonymously (or not lol) send me a rose along with the user of your crush and i’ll add a little valentines day card attachment to it so that they can receive a cute little surprise 🥰

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[writtenwhalien]

Do you have advice for new fan fic writers wanting to start posting?

hello love! 🥰 absolutely! tbh I still feel like a new writer myself considering I only started writing when I made this tumblr which is a year ago, and especially because my blog hasn’t grown as much as others, I feel like I’m still learning all this stuff myself too! ��

this might be a little bit long bc I’ll be relating to my own experiences and what I’ve learned :) any writers please add on if you feel I’ve missed something! 😋

firstly, write what you want to write! don’t force ideas/requests.

your best work will come when you’re writing something that you’re excited to write. if someone sends a request, it’s okay to say that nothing is coming to mind, or think on it and come back at a later time (I still have requests in my inbox from like 7 months ago and they’re developing into full length fics (think 20k+) because I liked the idea and wanted to give time to it and now I’m really excited to write them too! that said, sometimes forcing ideas has worked for me (talk slow for example), but it’s how you feel in the moment. (now see how I linked my work just there, that is shameless self promo bc u might decide to check it out — remember this for my last point ;)

take your time! if you’re stuck, come back to it a few hours/days/weeks/more later.

following on from the first point, taking your time can be one of the most valuable things to do. sometimes all you need is a little break to figure out the missing piece from your work. if you’ve got writers block, work on a different wip/take requests, whatever works for you.

if you’re struggling to stay motivated, try: making a playlist/moodboard/banner for your fic or read something instead of writing!

pretty self explanatory, but sometimes we need visual creativity to come into play and help us craft our world so we can write it in words. and reading other fics can help you when you see the way another writer writes — their style/format, and I’ve noticed that almost every writer on this app has something unique in their writing that I can’t always put a finger on, but when I read it, it literally makes me go “yeah, I wanna go and work on my fic now.” — that I can’t explain 😂

make your blog pretty!

this is more to attract followers but it’s also very pleasing for you to see yourself! :) have links in your bio, a header, a theme for desktop tumblr, and most importantly, a masterlist!!!! I wish I’d done this earlier lol, my tumblr was trash for a while 😔

make friends! join networks!

this is a social app — use it to “network”. I can guarantee you’ll meet some amazing people and they can be a great motivation/support when it comes to your writing, whether that’s boosting your fics by reblogging, or encouraging you while you write, or even beta-reading for you. also, discord is always filled with wild conversations lmao.

space out your content!

say you get two fics written in two weeks and you don’t know when your next one will be/it’ll be at least a few weeks until the next one, whatever it is, I’d recommend spacing it out. post one fic first, and when the exposure on that starts going down, then post the second one. and queue your rb’s — remember we’re all on different time/schedules so at 2pm on wednesday you might be asleep while I’m awake, or one week you might be busy on a saturday but another saturday you’re scrolling through tumblr, so, my last point….

reblog your own work without shame! it’s yours, be proud of it! I’m still learning to do this myself but rb’s are important so do it :) + self promo!!! if someone is asking for recs, send your own fic! I have and I’ve been embarrassed to do it but they asked! but don’t do it if they’re not asking bc some authors don’t like it, it can feel forceful/ uncomfortable for them to say no.

I hope this helps somewhat!!!! have a lovely day anon and good luck with your writing! ❤️

[bigilante]

Hey! I am in no way trying to disregard ur feelings or anything like that, they are obviously valid!!!! But I just wanna say that for one person that might not like ur moodboard/fics there’s sooo many of us who think ur amazing and talented and super super nice for giving us the haz content we need😜🥰 really it’s okay if u don’t want to post something because ur personally not comfortable with it but pls don’t let one anon discourage u :( ur work is amazing and so are u! Keep rocking it😎 x

i know there's plenty of you that support me, the thing is not that they don't like what i do, the thing is that i made them feel excluded from the community and that's never been my intention nor will ever be. even if they were rude with their wording i'm aware of the problem and it really upset me that i was the one to make more than one person feel excluded despite my efforts to not do that.

i'm really grateful for you guys love and support, i just need a bit of time because now i'm doubting if everything i do or say/have said or done has made someone feel that way as well

[peonierose]

M 💚 So so proud of you for putting up your fic 😱😱😱😱 ugh I can’t even 🥹

(Yeah I’ll be throwing a lot of confetti around today - so what? I love confetti it’s so much fun 😍 - where’s my confetti machine when I need one? 😆)

Ugh. Where to start. This was a true delight upon weakening up. Thank Mar I crave pancakes now 🥞

The great Ethan Ramsey good at so many things but can’t make pancakes 😂😂😂😂 so cute

“I just wanna go to school without gastroentertitis,” he naively says.

Look at Nate who’s telling them like it is and using medical terms and I’m sure Ethan as a dad is so proud 🥰

“I don't know, Dr. Ramsey, I sincerely doubt you could afford my salary.”

You tell him girl 🥰 Though I think he’ll find a way to make his wife happy 😍

Great job I really loved this little route to fluff town 🥰😍😚

And the moodboard

The Great Bake-Off (Ethan X MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Marissa Sanders)

Book: Open Heart (Beyond)

Word Count: 1.6K

Rating: Fluff

Warning(s): None

Premise: Ethan makes pancakes (!!) with his daughter.

A/N: I never thought I would be writing a fic this long, because I have never considered myself as a writer. This is my first time writing something this long. If you read it, I hope you like it. Also, I would love to thank Bree for sending me the prompt and Lin for supporting me with her helpful messages. I would also love to thank Hilde ❤ Without her, I wouldn't have given Marissa a background or shared her. Also, to all the writers who inspired me to write! I love you all ❤

“Mom, can I go to school with my hair down, today?”

Their seven year old daughter, Aria looks at her mother through the mirror as she requests the said hairstyle preference.

“If that's what you want, but let me add some clips to prevent your hair falling all over your face, hmm?” Marissa suggests to which Aria nods her head enthusiastically.

It's an ordinary day at the Sanders-Ramsey household. The family is getting ready for the day as Marissa attends to her daughter's dark brown hair, while Ethan helps his son put on his favourite green shirt with his practiced hands.

Once the kids are ready, they take-off to the kitchen, running, Ethan's warning to be careful being futile.

Ethan combs his wavy brown hair, standing behind his wife while Marissa perches on the vanity chair, donning an earring on her left ear.

“I'll meet you downstairs, my love.” Ethan smiles, looking at his wife through the mirror, the smile she returns, as he leans down to kiss his wife's forehead, before heading downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, his kids eagerly waiting for him.

“So, what do you want to have for breakfast, today?”

The kids ponder over before they collectively shout together, “Pancakes!”

Whereas Ethan is not ready. Even though the man is good at almost everything, the one thing he struggles with is making the perfect pancakes. His children unbeknownst to the fact, he does not have the heart to say no to them or to tell them that he sucks at making the so-called cake.

“Fine. Pancakes it is,” he says, masterfully hiding the panic in his eyes.

“Also Dad, can I help you make them, pleaseee? ” Aria looks at her father, doe-eyed, emphasising the last word.

And Ethan can't say no to her when she is looking at him with such a twinkle in her eyes. “I see, why not? But under my very strict supervision, okay?” 

“Aye aye, captain!” Aria gives her father the trademark salute. Ethan smiles, his tension faltering as he picks his daughter and sets her to sit on the kitchen counter. 

“So, what are we cooking?” Marissa arrives, settling beside her son on the kitchen counter's chair.

“Dad and Aria are making pancakes.” Nathaniel responds with a gleam in his eyes.

“Pancakes?” Marissa feigns surprise.“Are you sure, Ethan?” A teasing smile breaking out on her face. “If you want, I can make them.”

“I believe I can handle it, even though I haven't made them in years." Ethan replies with a genial annoyance, while rummaging  in the kitchen for the ingredients.

“If you are certain, love.” Marissa raises one of her eyebrows teasingly, meeting his eyes.

“Dad, is this your first time making pancakes? Because I have always seen mom making them for us.” Nate questions his father, already so perceptive at just five years of age.

“No, I have made them before for myself and your grandfather,” he says, while taking out flour from the pantry.  

“But…” Marissa interrupts, while preparing two cups of coffee.

“Marissa…” 

“…he is not good at making them,” she says with a huge grin on her face. One thing she clearly enjoys is teasing her husband, and Lord knows how much she is loving it to see him struggle the very moment. With his secret out, Ethan comes up with a feeble explanation.

“I'm not that bad! Dad clearly loves to exaggerate over it,” he retorts back.

“Oh, was he?” Marissa scrunches her face playfully.

Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose as he composes himself to say,

“Fine. The first time I did burn it, because I thought one doesn't need to flip it. I was very young. And over time it's been a hit and miss when to flip it.”

“Wow, I didn't know you were that bad!” Marissa exclaims. “And what about now?”

“One is ought to learn from their mistakes, so let me treat my family with a hearty meal.” Ethan says with a heated determination in his voice.

“Are you promising me perfect pancakes, Dr. Ethan Ramsey?”

“I am.” He says with an assertive tone.

“Well, your confidence is noted! I'll be the judge of your guys' pancakes then. What do you say, Nate, you with me?” She peers at her son for support.

“I just wanna go to school without gastroentertitis,” he naively says.

Marissa and Ethan glance at each other, before not able to control themselves and having a hearty guffaw.

“Who taught you that word, mister?” She amusingly elbows him.

“Dad did.” He giggles.

“Seriously, Ethan?”

“What? It is never too early for him to learn some medical terms.” He jested.

Marissa good-naturedly rolls her eyes before clapping her hands together, gathering attention.

“So, what are we waiting for? Let the great bake-off begin!” she announces.

The announcement declared, Ethan (along with Aria) starts preparing the breakfast. Ethan cracks the egg, adding its contents to the bowl, while Aria waits to add sugar and vanilla essence to it, holding the spoon in her tiny hand. 

“Now, how much sugar will you add, Belle?” Ethan asks his daughter, looking inquisitively at her.

“One with the tablespoon?” She answers dubiously.

“Well done,” he praises his daughter with a smile.

Ethan places the bowl in front of her, while she adds the sugar to the mixing bowl. Marissa can't help but admire the sight of seeing her daughter and husband so adamant on their little mission.

The kind of little moments she cherishes to see her husband's handsome feature so serene, a pleasant calmness on his face, guiding his daughter through the process. It makes him look younger. 

If somebody would have asked Marissa in her intern year if she could see Dr. Ramsey, guiding an intern so patiently, without reprimanding once, she would have considered it as a joke. Hell, Ethan would himself have laughed, given his reputation in the hospital.

But after all those years she loves to see the soft and benevolent side of her husband. The only side reserved for her and their children.

Once the batter is ready, Ethan lights on the stove, greasing the pan with oil before adding the batter. Marissa sets Ethan's preferred coffee beside him on the counter, perusing his cooking. Sensing her presence, Ethan rolls the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing his strong, sculpted arms. 

The children would have assumed that their father is just making himself comfortable while he rustled up some hotcakes, but Marissa knows what he is trying to accomplish, and she is not going to be easily beguiled by it.

Two can play the game.

Before Ethan realises what his not-so innocent act transpires, she ever-so stealthily grazes her hand up his arms before leaning close, softly whispering in his ear, “Don't think you will get extra points for that, darling.” She drops the term of endearment with so much enticement that sends a shiver down his spine.

Gathering himself, he manages to utter a lone sentence, “I don't know what you're talking about?”

“Ah, don't play coy with me.”

Ethan's expression completely changes, trying to desperately pull anything from his seduction arsenal. 

“If I recall one of my fond memories correctly, it worked very well on you last night.” His voice is a deep rumble.

And then there is the look he gives her. Known to only them. Amorous. Intimate. But Marissa doesn't back down easily. She alluringly smiles.

“Yes, it worked on me last night. You should come with something better now, my love.”

She pats his cheek affectionately, flaunting him a wink, before she makes her way to the seat.

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Twenty minutes later, Aria helps her dad decorate the cakes with viscously flowing  honey, and fresh blueberries and strawberries, before serving it to their "judges", gazing up at them with hopeful eyes.

“I have to say you guys went all out on dressing and everything, but what matters is the taste and the time to prepare, right?”

Marissa takes a bite, keeping a stoic expression, formulating a proper response. She dramatically sighs.

“Let me be honest with you, your cooking preparation was slow and superficial. Your flipping technique, amateur at best.”

“Amateur?” Ethan feigns offence, clearly seeing through her act.

“I don't know. It tastes pretty good, mom,” Nate interjects.

Ethan and Aria snicker together. Marissa gives them a side-long glance.

“It tastes good, but still it took them a lot of time to prepare it. This is not how you are going to win MasterChef US–”

“I don't plan to go to that baseless competition.” Ethan interrupts.

“You're lucky we got ready early today because this is not gonna work if we are running late, sweetheart,” she states.

“I think it's very hard to please you, MRS. Ramsey.” Ethan responds amusingly.

“Hmm, I wonder where I got that from?” She jabs back.

The rest of the breakfast goes out with endless, harmless banter while indulging themselves with the generous meal, when it is time to head out for the day. Aria and Nathaniel run to their respective rooms to get their school bags, leaving a moment of solitary silence for their parents. Ethan takes advantage of the quietude by pulling his wife close.

“Your insightful feedback got me thinking.”

“Oh really? Enlighten me,” she leans to him, interested.

“I was wondering if you could give me private lessons.”

Marissa trails her hand over his shirt, smiling as she reminisces the moment when they first met. She feels his heartbeat reverberate through his chest.

“I don't know, Dr. Ramsey, I sincerely doubt you could afford my salary.”

He laughs, lifting her chin with utmost care, to meet his eyes. His breathtaking blues meeting her beautiful browns.

“Then I'll be gladly in your debt.”

He enunciates the last sentence with so much intent, before leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips.

A/N 2: Thank you so much for reading! Also, if there were any grammatical mistakes or spelling errors, I apologize. English is not my first language.

All of this writing has made me realise that all the writers in this fandom put a lot of hard work in their works because even though I have enjoyed the process when the idea used to pop in my head, there was a time, my brain was totally blocked. I appreciate all of you for what you do and keeping this fandom alive even after an year.❤

(Tagging in reblog)