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pinkslaystation · 8 months ago

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Tulips or Roses?

John Price x reader

In which you find John's old diary detailing his love for you his teammate and you begin to question his love for you. Word Count: 3.6k -> blurb - rose meets tulips

Being a civilian to a soldier was hard enough.

And it was even harder when your husband was a commander for one of the most skillful task force. So it wasn't unusual for him to be gone for long periods of time.

So on a random Friday evening, anticipating his arrival in the coming week, vacuuming the floors, cleaning the windows, you found yourself at the door of John's study, with was decorated with a glass name plate, with the words 'Study' accompanied with a painted heart created from blue and pink fingerprints from you and your husband.

John was never the man to tell you off if you entered his study, instead he encouraged it. He's beckoned you to bring him his evening tea to him, to give him a massage, sometimes when you wanted him, he'd allow you to help him under the desk, if you get what I mean. (speaking from experience ;>)

As you stepped into his room, you noticed the ceilings adorned with sizable white cobwebs, cringing at the apparent neglect of his study. When was the last time someone had even been here?

Sweeping his desk, wiping away the dust, you find a box underneath beside his chair, which prompted you to lifting it up and placing on top of the desk. Man, you underestimated it's weight. You struggled to lift a small but heavy moving box, and it caused a few books and papers to fall out.

You cursed at your clumsiness, picking up the loose sheets, until you fingers caught the spine of a red vintage-like book, which had the word 'diary' written on the front. You didn't take too much notice, skimming through the pages until you caught your name being mentioned a phew times.

You giggle, it's a diary probably with John confessing his love to you numerous time! You know you probably shouldn't look through it, I mean privacy exists, but you just can't help it.

So you look through some of the infrequent entries, the oldest dating back to 10 years back, and the most recent one being nearly 4 years, when you and John had first met.

30th February 2010

Suffering in Afghanistan, the lads and I are stuck in the safe house for a week now. Rose is here too, I should ask her if she's okay.

Ahhh you remember this story. When the Task Force was stuck in the city of Kandahar, in the safe house. You also remember John's team, whom you are well-acquainted with, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, Rose?

You skip through the boring entries, most of which are just John documenting his work-out plan and the places him and his team had visited.

5th July 2016

Gaz's going on and on about his lass. Someone tell him to talk to her at least, he doesn't even know her name! I keep bringing it up but he keeps mentioning when I'll talk to Rose.

You chuckled, assuming the chick was Gaz's current wife. But the last part caught your attention, Rose again? You remember John telling you that she'd retired, went back north to settle with her family now, so you don't think much of it, I mean they are team mates.

19th June 2017

Saw a cute kid and her mama, wishing I had kids, without this lifestyle. Rose wants a son but I don't particularly mind. Soap overheard our conversation and spammed me lols on Whatsapp, but I thought lol meant little old lady? I am a man though.

You raise your eyebrow at another mention of Rose, why doesn't he care if Rose wanted a son? You didn't realise how close your husband was to her.

2nd December 2018

Christmas this month with my boys. Rose invited me over for a smoke. Ghost rolls his eyes when I mentioned it to him, says I need to man up and make a move.

You squinted your eyes, rereading the entry, and hesitantly skipping to the next one.

7th April 2019

Drinks with my men (and Rose haha, she doesn't like being part of the men). It's her birthday and she wants to tell us something. She's got her red lips again. I'm excited, Soap kept nudging me the entire ride, that cheeky bugger.

Then immediately below it, an update: She's seeing someone.

You're slowly piecing the puzzle, though you don't want to assume anything.

21st August 2019

She came into my room crying, seems like it's not going well, good for me. I hope she's okay and she realises there's better fish in the sea. She hugged me, she smells like roses, I love floral scents. I tried leaning in, she says I'm like an older brother to her.

Your heart breaks a bit, sniffing at your freshly washed hair, which smelt like ... like roses.

You thought floral scents were YOUR thing.

You continued, to the next entry which was marked the date you remember meeting John for the first time at the pub. You force a smile, hoping the entry would lighten your mood.

30th November 2020

In the pub and bored. Rose brought her lad... they're back together. What does she see in him? Soap urges me to find someone else but my heart is set on someone, for a long time. Won't change. He keeps gesturing to a girl on the other end of the counter, she's pretty, but like a tulip. Not like a rose. Not like my Rose.

You grip at the notebook and you try your hardest not to rip the papers out of the book and set his entire study on fire.

You remember this day, when you were dragged to the pub by your friends after being dumped by your ex for another girl. You sat at one end of the counter, with tears in your eyes but one look at that buff Englishman on the other end and your mood flipped instantaneously, 180 degrees.

"Kelsey, look at that guy, Mr Army over there." You beckon towards John's direction, to your friend., slightly tipsy after a peg of beer.

Your friend looks at you with a raised eyebrow, then turns to the guy whose piqued your interest, "You should go for it." She encourages you.

So you get yourself 2 drinks and approach the guy, more confident that usual due to your alcoholic state. A beer would do.

"Hi, this seat empty?" You smile at him innocently.

All this time you had recalled a look of fondness towards you, when he'd first locked eyes with you. You remember bragging about how it had been love at first sight for the both of you, but thinking back, a feeling of doubt starts bubbling inside you.

"It's reserve- you know what. Take a seat."

You remember sitting next to him, passing him a drink, and telling him your name, "...and you are?" you question, although you see him wincing. At first you thought it was just an army thing, so guarded that even the slightest of movements would make him twitch.

But now you're questioning whether he really wanted to engage into a conversation with you.

The following hours, as you painfully recall, was filled with you talking about yourself and occasionally asking him after his life, though he gives you one word answers and frequent nods.

But that was just because he'd just come home from a mission right?

"...and he just broke up with me out of the blue! Like was my 12,000 followers on TikTok not good enough for you?" You chuckle, attempting to crack a joke. He smiles confused, and you note he's probably too old to understand what TikTok was.

"Sounds like an asshole, love." He replies.

"Hmm, he was...I- I just don't know what he'd leave me for her...like I gave you my everything, I was always with you through thick and thin and what, that wasn't enough for you?" You trail off, the effects of the 2nd beer hitting you.

"I understand dove, you just give 'em everything and they just find someone else. What does he have that I don't?" He spaces out, his eyes falling on his teammates sitting at a different table. You follow his gaze, smiling slightly when you lock eyes with one of his smirking subordinates, whom you know know as Soap.

"Those people, they're your team?" You question.

His eyes aren't on you though as he responds, "That mohawk, that's Soap, Ghost next to him, tough as steel but soft at heart, Gaz on the opposite, funny lad, Roach, good ol' Roach..."

You look at the woman to the right of 'Roach', taking in her beauty. Though she's sitting down, you can tell she's taller that you by least 4 inches, with a blonde pixie haircut and painted with a dark smokey eye. A deep smirk is plastered onto her plump ruby red lips as she looks at John Price finally talking to a woman that isn't her. She raises a hand, waving to the both of you, which is almost instantaneously reciprocated by John.

"And her?" You ask, head nudging towards the woman.

"Her...That's Rose. You should meet her, you would like her, but who doesn't..." His chuckle fades out and you at how his attention was fully directed to her. A sinking feeling told you that you should have backed off from the married man, but it disappeared when John pointed out her partner, with gritted teeth.

Your hands are gripping the pages at this point, as you recall memories from the diary from his point of view.

You turn the page to the next entry, dreading the words.

19th December 2020

Thought me and Rose would go back to the pub for another drink for the holidays, but she's going back to his place. Seems they're taking the next steps with meeting the families.

Soap's annoyed at how I'm 'ghosting' the girl I met at the pub, I'm once again unfamiliar with the lingo, I'm not Simon?? She's nice but, not sure I see anything further than a friendship. Gaz and him are picking out an outfit for me, she wants to meet up for bowling apparently. I just want to be with Rose...

Clenching your fist, you shut the diary and toss it aside, feeling all kinds of emotions. Upset that John had never truly looked at you the way you'd looked at him. The way he never wanted you, like you wanted him.

Every time you'd seen him online on Whatsapp, but still hadn't opened your messages, he was ghosting you? Sure after a while of being friends, his behaviour gradually changed, accompanied with rapid texts, but you felt like this relationship was built on lies.

Did he even want to go bowling with you that day? Did you win because he purposely let you, because he was bored and wanted to go home, be with Rose instead? When he asked you to be his girlfriend, did he ask you with Rose in mind?

The ding of the oven stopped your trail of thoughts, so many questions swirling around your head. You walk out of the study, slamming the door behind you, the combined mess of dust and cobwebs remaining untouched.

The glass name plate falls to the ground, the edge shattering, with shards of clear glass laying dangerously on the wooden floor.

A couple of hours go by and the doorknob rattles at 8:45 P.M. on the dot. John was never late when he had to come home to you.

He reaches base at 7:30, drives exacting an hour to your shared home, after making a quick pit stop at the florists within 10 minutes to give you a freshly scented bouquet of red roses.

Roses. So that's why he'd give them you every time...

He makes sure to leave him 5 minutes of spare time, which was designated to flipping open a small metal notebook you'd gifted him, and writing his thoughts down. And once those 5 minutes were up, he places the notepad back into his jacket pocket and practically runs towards the front door.

"Dove, I'm home!" He exclaimed, gently placing his belonging on the floor, before walking into the living floor, where you sat on the sofa with your legs and arms crossed. (MY BITCH POSE IS NASTY)

"Sweetheart, you didn't run up to me at the door, you alright love?" He sits next to you, his calloused and freshly bruised arms rubbing your knee.

The silence was deafening and you couldn't find it in yourself to look at him after all you've read.

He takes it as a cue to continue, "I got you some roses, baby. Your favourite-"

"When did I say they were my favourite?"

John blinks at the interruption, "I mean, you don't like them? It's tradition to bring the same red roses for you every time I'm back..."

"And when did I say I liked them? Are they my favourite? Or are they her favourite?" You shift towards him, anger evident in your voice.

"Her? Who? Sweetheart, what's going on?"

"I mean, come on man, you like floral shit that much that now you're making me wear it?"

"You...don't like floral scents? Did you want tulips instead, baby?"

Your eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance by his confusion.

"It doesn't matter if I wanted tulips, John, it's the fact that YOU like roses. In fact you've like Roses this entire time! Don't act like you like tulips 'cos you don't- to be honest I don't think you ever have!" You rant, handing running through your hair.

"I mean I like both honey, roses are just, um, prettier?" He sounds like he's asking you rather than telling you.

"Of course roses are prettier to you- that's all that you're fucking used to you. It's always roses, roses, roses. You're so obsessed with fucking roses, you never gave tulips a bloody chance!"

"Are we still talking about flowers-"

"And when you do give tulips a chance, you're still thinking about roses- how red they are, how pretty they are, how they need to be watered every 5 fucking minutes, even then there's already someone to water those damn. Red. Roses."

"I- I mean I like tulips too, baby-"

"No. You don't. No, you don't. Tulips are just the safest options for you, cos someone already plucked out those fucking roses. Cos roses don't want you."

You're standing up now, and John's attempts to speak are futile with every sentence you shout.

"No. In fact, roses has never wanted you, roses look better with someone else, and ol' poor John has no more roses, so he goes and waters some unwanted tulips instead!"

John stands up, towering over your shaking frame, his hands come up to stroke your biceps, but he's pushed away.

"I mean, did John ever even like tulips? Or was he faking it cos he never got roses? Was tulips just the safe option? Does John still want roses after all the years tulips have been there for him?"

You left out a pained cry, you didn't even notice the tears leaking out of your eyes.

"Does John even like tulips? Does John even love tulips?"

His hands wipe your tears away, and he brings you into his chest, and you don't attempt to push him away this time.

"Does you even love me, John?" You break down into his arms, letting him carrying you into the bedroom, where he places you gently on the bed, while you hiccup through your uneven sobs. He smells the stench of wine through your shaking breath, whilst stroking your hair, and you slowly fall into a deep slumber with your head pressed against his still uniform-clad chest.

The clock hits midnight and John gets up, trying not to wake you up, grabbing his sweats from the drawer and walking to the bathroom across the hall, in order to not wake you up, from what looked like a well-needed rest.

As he trudges out of the bedroom and through the corridor, the reflection of the broken glass catches his eyes and he squints in the darkness, squatting down to pick a small shard. As he lifts the remains of the nameplate, hooking it back to the door, he steps over the mess into the study to retrieve a dust pan and brush.

Flicking the lights on, he's met with what looks like a scene from the reality TV show - Hoarders. So starts cleaning quickly, picking up the duster and bunching up the paperwork from the floor, the pot of pens that had seemed to be knocked down, the diary he'd used to write in...hold on-

Picking up the diary, John flicks through the entries, the book naturally opening to the last open slide.

He begins reading the last entry.

19th December 2020

Thought me and Rose would go back to the pub for another drink for the holidays, but she's going back to his place. Seems they're taking the next steps with meeting the families.

Soap's annoyed at how I'm 'ghosting' the girl I met at the pub....

"Oh...my tulip, I've never loved roses as much as I loved you." He mumbles to himself, whilst simultaneously cringing at his previously written words, immediately throwing the book back on the floor.

It's past breakfast when you wake up, throat and eyes painfully dry from last night's crying session, forcing yourself to drag yourself to the bathroom. You've forgotten that John had come home last night, as your met with a familiar empty bed.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walk downstairs, being face to face with the naked back of Captain John Price.

The smell of chocolate pancakes waft towards your nose, as you look around the kitchen, the room garnished with a variety of different flowered bouquets, with so many variations of plants.

Bundles of dahlias and lotuses, orchids and lilies, carnations and irises, roses and tulips.

John turns to your footsteps, smiling at his perfect woman.

"Baby, good mornin'" He greets you, placing a single rose into your hair, and pecking your forehead warmly.

"John, listen about last night-"

"It was the old diary, wasn't it?" he asks.

You nod, ashamed for your abrupt behaviour yesterday. John lifts your chin up, resting his forehead against yours.

"Rose never taught me how to love like you did."

"John, you don-" His pointer finger is pressed against your lips.

"Reading those words from the past, I can see how it may have painted a different picture of my feelings. But let me assure you, my love, that you are the one I adore with all my heart."

Your stroke his face, heart warming to his words.

"Every rose I brought home was a symbol of my love for you, not because it was her favorite, but because it reminded me of the beauty and grace that you bring into my life. And those tulips, they represent the new beginnings and the fresh start that we share together.

My love for you is unwavering and unconditional. You are my tulip, my true love, and I vow to cherish and adore you for all eternity. Please forgive me for any pain or doubt my past words may have caused."

"John..."

He hands you his notepad from from his back pocket, beckoning you to open it.

You look at the first entry.

19th February 2021

I mentioned how I journal sometimes to her, and she bought me a new notepad, it's cute how she calls it a diary. Things are looking good. Bowling's our thing, I let her win because seeing her smile means I've won too. I'm asking her out tonight, Soap cried real tears when I told him.

You turn the page.

20th July 2021

Our 6 month anniversary. Took her to a field of roses and tulips, though nothing compares to her beauty.

The next one.

17th September 2021

I seldom think of Rose, I have my tulip on my mind now. Rose retired, and the team celebrated last night. She hugged me and thanked me for being a good captain. She also acknowledged my previous feelings for her. Man that was uncomfortable, but I reassured her I'm with my tulip now. I love my tulip.

I've always preferred tulips anyway.

And the next.

5th July 2022

Our 500 day anniversary. I want to propose.

17th September 2022

She said yes!! She may be my fiance, but I've already started calling her my wife, not legally yet at least...illegally?

28rd December 2023

We married 30th November. The day we met. Xmas was amazing, I can't see myself with anyone but her. I'm getting deployed tomorrow though.

You look at the most recent entry, dated last night.

16th February 2024

Missed the valentines day with my missus. Hope these roses are enough, though I wanted to get something better. Tulips for my tulip. They ran out haha. Missed my girl, missed her like I've never missed someone before. Soap's right, deployment suck.

Tears welled up in your eyes, not from pain or doubt this time, but from overwhelming joy and love for the man standing before you.

"I'm sorry, John," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I didn't mean to doubt your love."

He smiled, a genuine and heartfelt smile that reached his eyes, pulling you into a warm embrace. "No need for apologies, my tulip. Thank you for teaching me how to love."

And in that moment, amidst the scent of chocolate pancakes and fresh flowers, it felt like you love story was just beginning, filled with trust, forgiveness, and a deep, unwavering love for each other.

That should not have taken me 2 days to complete what in the world. Also if i was tulip, that old diary is going straight into a fire! Barbecue anyone? <3 Quick Notes: I head-cannoned Rose to look like Sergeant Calhoun from Fix-it-Felix lolololol woman crush fr i get u john boy I've decided to start a tag list! -> lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum

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deadghosy · 9 months ago

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Mommy long legs reader or slender man reader x Hazbin hotel 🌚🌝

AHHHH I LOVE YOU MY GHOST ANONNNN! SLENDERMAN?? YOU FINNA BRING OUT MY CREEPYPASTA PHASEE🦆✨💗‼️‼️‼️

HAZBIN HOTEL X SLENDERMAN! READER

prompt: a faceless creature of the height of 10’5 (or 7’9 idk I got two different heights from safari lol) came to hell to serve one final purpose…get a damn job.

Two words, scary tall…

So say your height was 10’5…

SHIT GON GET WICKEEDDDD!!!

Okay so I can see Charlie being scared staring at you as you just sit like a nice gentleman as your body doesn’t fit the whole seat… (y’know what, let’s go with 7’9…) you told Charlie you use to be a leader before you somehow came to this wrenched place

Charlie felt bad and gave you a job here so yon can stay. But she was confused when you said “somehow”’ as if you didn’t die as a Human…WAIT A MINUTE..DID YOU JUST TALK WITHOUT A MOU-

Lucifer looked up at you and was like….“What in the fucking nine circles…” and you two became friends because of how Lucifer put accessories on you like a Christmas tree

Y’know how people make slenderman wear reading glasses sometimes? That’s you. 😭 with your blind ass LMAOO (I also wear glasses dw…) But I can see you wear the glasses and residents be so confused because…you don’t have eyes for Christ out loud-

“Fuck you wearin' glasses for?” Husk said to you once as he caught you even reading a book…now he was more confused. “I’m reading…” “…..okay..” husk was so done with this buffoonery as you had no mouth and eyes. But yet you could still read, see, and fuckin talk? Yeah he must be drunk as hell itself…

You treat niffty just like how fanon slenderman treats Sally. That’s how I headcannon it.

I headcannon you to be the fanon version of slenderman rather the cannon version. Cause you being the fanon version is just sweet considering the chaos that can happen in the hotel and how you treat niffty.

I can see people thinking you are a new overlord as you had a stern aura around yourself as you had a proper straight walk as you held a high chin not showing any weaknesses.

“Woah….did you see that sinner get lit in flames…” “yeah I did.” It got so quiet so quick as angel gave you a confused face as you just stood there. 😭 Angel couldn’t tell if you were being fr or being a smartass

You were just sleeping on the couch, dead ass like a passed out beer dad after watching football. And fat nuggets sat in your lap sleeping. Then angel came and slept by you, then husk, then niffty, AND THEN EVERYONE JOINED 😭 big ass family cuddle��💗🦆

You deadass could be the bodyguard of the hotel as you could escort a sinner who is trying to be an ass to the staff and you’re just like, “YEET!” And boom they are thrown away

You and Alastor definitely bond the most as you two got black tentacles. It’s just for Alastor it’s based on his powers when he uses his magic. But for you, it’s just your appearance as you use them to pierce your enemies. But mostly you use them when you are too bored to pick up objects with your hands

BIGGG headcannon that when slenderman do that static thingy, for you it clouds their vision and hearing as you make them pass out. Either to death or just to knock them out.

Lol I can imagine the whole creepypasta mansion going crazy while you drink tea like “this is fine” as you are in some other universe- 😭 crossover type shit

Like Drowned Ben is spam texting your phone like, “slender. slender. Help. Slendy. Octopus. Father. Help help.. help JeFF STABBED ME!”

And your tall ass is just sleeping as everything is going soooo peaceful in the hotel.

While we are at that, EJ definitely was using a book to try and to summon you with sally behind him hugging her teddy to see you again. Meanwhile Jeff was chasing Ben as he goes through a tv to hide from Jeff.

I imagine people in the hotel would hug you except for Alastor as he hates touch. But the people would dead ass hug you as one of your tentacles hold them.

You picked up angel, niffty , Charlie and Vaggie with your four tentacles as you read a book. It was a funny but cute sight as Charlie was like “:p” while the others had a cartoony ass expression or a blank one which is definitely Vaggie and husk

Adam and Lute definitely glanced at each other confused at what the fuck you were as you didn’t have a demonic or angelic aura. But you had some type of power in you. It was weird asf as you just stood there like “🧍🏾am I ugly?” They just kept staring at you

I can see you having the same expression as the picture above when you met pentious as you and Alastor was having tea just chilling with the hellish weather.

“Do you know that guy?” “I have no idea who that pest is my dear friend.” Alastor says with his usual smile as he hands you a cookie.

Just straight up tea times with Alastor is so peaceful as Alastor was kinda suspicious when you didn’t say anything if he ate a cannibalism meal. But I mean…slenderman! Reader is use to people being a cannibal.

The vees are definitely intrigued with who the hell you are and how powerful are you as you were the talk of pentagram city when you first came.

I headcannon a sinner tried to cut off your tentacles only to be grabbed by one of them and slammed to the ground. You just stood there and let static ring loudly in their head to the point it exploded.

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xenocorner · 11 months ago

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Here's some little christmas gifts for some amazing mutuals that have made this year a whole lot more bearable with their amazing content and their amazing interactions and just being amazing in general :']

Long post ahead so divider here to spare your scrolling. (I am also probably gonna get a bit sappy so if that makes you cringe: you've been warned lol)

@lilbitofmac Thank you for being my introduction to the fandom here on tumblr :'''D I really think I wouldn't have stuck around if it weren't for your initial warmth and encouragement. Your Tony remains my fave Tony I go feral over your art orz I may or may not have the clingy ironstrange drawing as a phone wallpaper-

Hope next year is kinder on you man! I know we don't really talk outside of tags/replies, but if you ever need smthn I can help with my inbox is always there.

@strxngetimes I'm just tagging this one blog because I don't want to spam all your other blogs lmao. Thank you for sharing your interpretations of the characters with us, not only the rps with other muses but also the headcanons and brainrot. It's always such a pleasure both to see you on the timeline writing with other muses and on the inbox with the disaster man.

I specially like how you include his Cloak in the mix and give it a personality- I absolutely adore the Cloak :'') So here's it being all clingy to the disaster man. Hope to see more of you having fun with all ur muses in the coming year :D

@starkkawajiri Pretty art!! Hilarious and heart wrenching character interactions!!! I love your designs and lore building so much. Fanboying over the same disaster man and making him suffer always brings a smile to my face. I've wanted to draw your Strange for a while now, so this was also the perfect excuse, I love him so much you have no idea-

Can't wait to see more of your amazing designs and lore stuff for this AU! (and anything else you create next year :])

@nekojetto I think your Strange is the purest Strange there is and the fact that it's based off Supreme makes that so much more impressive. Your animatics are simply breath taking, and whenever I go back to check your concepts and sketches for character interactions I always get a smile on my face :D

I'm sorry I haven't gotten to the collab just yet :'') Plz know I still have it in mind, haven't forgotten about it and am still just as excited to finally get to it as I was the first day!

@infiniteeight8 Your words make me cry and laugh so much all the time :'') You write the disaster men so beautifully both in serious, fluffy, angsty and funny situations. Reading ur stuff keeps the creative juices flowing!

I remember you liked the vampire Stephen prompt you were sent, so here's some of that, even if it's more halloween-y than christmas-y.

#mac I wasn't entirely sure on how to draw you but I saw u using Liam Hemsworth and Jensen Ackles so I went with them for refs #hope that's alright :']#Archer I wanted to draw more of ur muses but time got the best of me :''') plz know I adore how you write all of them #you really make their characters justice hhhh

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Summary: Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with Thanos

✧ Illicit Affairs (18+)

Summary: A marriage built on nothing but childhood infatuation was always bound to fall apart. The love you once thought you had for Thor has dwindled to nothing but indifference. He doesn't know the things you crave and makes no effort to find out, so you turn to the one person who will fulfill all your filthy desires: his brother.

✧ One More Week (18+)

Summary: When Loki makes a request of you in bed, how can you possibly deny him?

✧ Burned (18+)

Prompts: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” ||"Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” || "Be a good girl

✧ In The Quiet Of The Morning (18+)

Prompt: Soft morning sex with Loki

✧ For All To See (18+)

Summary: You, Loki, and a floor-to-ceiling window. What of it?

✧ Between His Thighs (18+)

Summary: Loki makes you warm him. Again.

✧ Emerald Lace (18+)

Summary: Your first time wearing lingerie for Loki has you nervous, but your god is quick to show you how much he adores you.

✧ Victory Prize (18+)

Summary: Loki arrives home from a mission eager to celebrate its success

TWO PARTERS

✧ When You Play With Fire (18+)

Summary: When Loki doesn’t accompany you to Scott’s birthday celebration, you think you have the upper hand by leaving him to stew in his own desire. You should have known better than to play with fire.

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ Dancing With The Devil (18+)

Summary: You’ve burned for him for centuries, but you know he sees you as nothing more than a prize to claim. Still, you play his game of teasing and innuendo, but never give in to how badly you crave him. That is until an innocent smell of a flower on Midsummer leaves you with no other choice.

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ On The Throne (18+)

Summary: Yet again Loki has allowed a security council meeting to run late. You decide that, this time, you’ll go and help hurry it alone

PART ONE

PART TWO

DRABBLES

✧ Don't Move, Darling (18+)

Prompt: "Move an inch and you won't be coming tonight."

✧ Purple And Red (18+)

Prompt: "I won't apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you're taken."

✧ Against The Glass (18+)

Prompt: "I want everyone to see how good you take it."

✧ Make You Sing (18+)

✧ Eyes Open (18+)

Prompt: "Keep your eyes open."

✧ Consequences (18+)

Summary: Loki gave you one simple order when leaving the palace and now you have to face the consequences of failing to follow it

✧ Worship You (18+)

Summary: Yours is the only altar Loki will ever worship at

BLURBS

✧ Loki with an overstimulation kink

✧ How would Loki love us?

✧ Loki praising us

✧ President Loki

✧ Sub!Loki

#loki #loki smut #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki imagine

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yaut-jaknowit · 2 years ago

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BRO I LOVED THE SIZE KINK YOU WROTE BASED OFF OF MY POST😩🙏🙏 literally been constantly reading it i’m so obsessed. I literally have so many mlm ideas from angst to nsfw so I can spam your inbox if you want (or dm’s if you wanna be moots)💀✋

BUT LIKE- imagine male reader soldier x male yautja where the reader had been off radar for a few months with their mate worrying only for the reader to return with new scars and a mechanical arm because he lost his real one during war😩

And then on god the yautja would be pissed asf because he was worried the reader was dead 😭✋

Return to Him

Pairing: Mai'tuiudh (Male Yautja) x Male Reader

Word Count: 2063

Summary: Four months isn't a long time to be away from home. Yet, everything that has occured during that time made it seem like years. Years since you last saw Mai, your beloved. You wished to see him, to ensure to him you were alright. Just a bit beaten up and newly scarred. This Yautja isn't liking the unfamiliar feeling of worry. That doesn't stop him from feeling that way. Nothing would.

Author Note: This one made me think a bit. I'm not used to these kinds of requests or prompts, not complaining though! Loving the prompts! Also, to those who requested something. It's going to take a little bit to get to those. Christmas time is very busy. I have three families to visit and my brother came into town after moving away four months ago.

I'm so glad you enjoyed that! I was a little worried since it was out of my knowledge. You can do whatever you want. I don't mind being mutuals. I will let you know that I'm bad a responding though, lol. I'm up to anything you want within reason, of course! Throw them at me.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Masterlist

Ao3

A ding behind him made the Yautja whip around in his chair to find a disappointing screen. Mai snarled lowly to himself and banged a fist against the armrest. He had set up a diagnostic to search through your government’s database for anything on you. It came up empty handed, nothing new about your location.

He felt his spine bristle at the thought. Where were you? A few buttons were harshly pressed on his dashboard. The ship you sometimes called home hummed louder before changing directions. Mai abruptly stood up and marched out of the room.

If your government doesn’t know where you were then, he was going to search for you personally. Earth may be large, though not as massive as Yautja Prime, that wouldn’t stop him. This Yautja wasn’t going to coward away at a challenge. It was in his blood to hunt. That’s what made him, well, him. He was a fighter and would never think about backing down from a challenge.

Though, it would take time to reach earth without eating up his low fuel reserves. To hide away from detection from your government’s space program, he flew into Neptune’s gravitational pull. His ship was pulled in and forced to orbit. Mai had to play smart, be a hunter without distraction. That’s the only way he would be able to find you without getting caught. That would ruin the double life you live. One Mai’tuiudh will never understand. The Yautja shook his head, tresses swaying as he passed through the short hall to the sparing room.

To pass the time, Mai’s going to work off some pent-up steam. Your time away from the brute has caused some unnecessary stress on his weary bones. He needed to relieve himself of it.

His muscles rippled, fist meeting reenforced leather. Mai’s mandibles pulled close. A hunter’s focus craved into his face. Eyes keen and moves precise. The hit was probably harsher than it needed to be against an unalive object. Yet, Mai’tuiudh didn’t care. If that’s what helped relieve the stress within his bones. Then, that’s what needed to be done. He needs to a take stop at his mother ship anyhow for supplies and whatnot. Check in so no one thinks he’s dead.

That would mean he’ll have to leave for about two weeks. Space travel wasn’t always the quickest, especially with low reserves. Plus, Mai will be forced to make rounds around the ship. He may not be an important figure; it was customary to check in hunting brothers and sisters. Find out who’s dead and who lives. Everything that make’s living as a Yautja, Yautja.

When your feet hit dry, dusty soil, you cringed. Dust from the vehicles stopping behind you blew over to you. It forced you to close your eyes and hope for its quick pass.

Once it had left, you carefully made your way to the back of the unsuspecting black SUV. The driver was swift to hop out, scrambling after you. “Sir! I can-can get th-hat for you,” the rookie stated and attempted to move past you. Your uninjured arm shot out and stopped him taking another step.

Without a single sound, you stepped up to the tailgate and simply opened it. The rookie shifted his weight frequently and arms straight at his side. His eyes were on you though, flickering all over the place on the view before him.

On the other hand, you slung the mildly heavy bag on your shoulder. It pulled at the muscles on your other… arm. Your face scrunched up at the sudden pain but not a noise made it past your lips. Years of training and all make a fine soldier. You just got to beat the human out of him.

The rookie stood there, eyes watching as your tired, used body limbed past him. One of his arms hesitantly reached to grasp at you but one side stepped easily dodged the rookie. He just stared at your leaving form, gaze dipping down at the unmatched color on your right hand. Then they were locked onto the back of your camouflaged jacket molded to your shape.

Your apartment’s door slammed heavy behind you, the noise causing you no disturbance. Even the headache swallowing you barely increased at the sound. Instead, you let your bag slide off of your shoulder and on the ground. It made a soft noise, the only one in your quiet apartment.

It hadn’t been that long since you’ve last stepped foot in here. Not longer than four months. Yet, with all that has occurred within that time frame, it felt like years.

One thing after another happened out there, facing the enemies your country makes you fight. The demons. All for what? Losing amazing people or causing unnecessary trauma and bodily harm on the soldiers that defend this nation. You sighed, shoulders sagging before shuffling into your room and flicked on the light.

Nothing had been moved. Light dust had settled on everything you owned. The room was still in the state as long before. Clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor; bed unmade; empty glass of water on your nightstand; one curtain open will the other was drawn to the halfway point.

Wait a minute. You rubbed at your eyes with an uninjured fist. The bed. It was in a different position than you last remember. What you remembered was the long body pillow was across the top of the bed, against the headboard. It had been moved to be parallel with the long part of the bed. At first, you were on verge of freaking out. Your brain taking a few extra seconds to realize what that could mean.

One: someone broke into his apartment, acted like a complete fool, and slept in your bed. Or two: Mai slept in your bed, to probably smell your scent. You did leave without much of an explanation. The base called and you were shipped off that same day. A single message of you being safe was all you could get out to him. Mai’s probably searching for you or waiting close by. It all depends on if he found out what you were doing and where you were.

With a heavy sigh, you stripped yourself down to just your underwear. A chilling breeze washed over your skin, causing you to shiver. You simple tipped over and landed face first on the bed. The sheets were cool to the touch. A deep breath brought a faint scent of Mai to your noise. Your body relaxed completely at the scent. Next, you were out like a light bulb.

Through deadened sleep, the slamming of your porch sliding glass door snapped you groggily away. Your head shook to rid away some of the tiredness still within your bones. The blankets that once covered you had been kicked off sometime during sleep. You were on the verge of getting to check what had made that noise. That something had different plans.

The door to your bedroom was forced open, crashing into the wall. It probably left a mark that you could worry about later. Military or not, you were exhausted and currently in pain. You just stared through the darkness at what had made that noise.

Heavy, familiar pants could be heard before you. It took a long moment for you brain to realize what that could mean. In the meantime, the blob form standing in your doorway launched at you.

Large, calloused hands wrapped around your wrist from what you could feel. The heavy frame pinned you on your back, arms pinned above your head. Heat rolled over you. The calming smell of him filled your lungs. Something warm and felt like fingertips grazed over the naked skin of your chest. You didn’t fight, not just because of the exhaustion. No, it was due to the fact you knew who it was.

As you longed to bring the Yautja into a kiss, your arms were trapped. That’s when you finally noticed the pain burning in your right shoulder. “Mai, let go please. You’re hurting me,” you demanded and started to wiggle underneath the fully armored male. An extra added fifty pounds from his armor and biomask.

The Yautja reeled back his mighty head, tresses slapping against his armored chest. Then, Mai quickly lifted his body weight off of you. The air around you tasted strange. Not in a bad way. It unnerved him nevertheless though. Mai tilted his head, biomask scanning over your frame.

Multiple new injures, most fully healed. Where had you gone?! Then, Mai caught sight of something that wasn’t normal, that wasn’t there before. His hand grasped at the metal attached to your right arm.

It was cool in hold. The gears inside pitched a high noise as they moved within. Mai brought his face close and took in its smell. The skin on upper, inner mouth crinkled at the horrible smell. Not that you could see though with his biomask.

Since he had released you, you brought a hand up to his face and shivered at cold metal. “Take it off,” you ordered of him. Mai listened without hesitancy. The tubes connected to his biomask hissed as they were disconnected. It was ripped from his alien face thrown off to the side on the bed.

Without another second apart, you wrapped both of your arms around him. All of your strength was used to keep him like that. Not that Mai’tuiudh was complaining. Not with you in his arms. Instead, he buried his mandibles in the crook of your neck and licked. Mai groaned at your missed taste. Your last message to him had him… worried. A feeling that wasn’t very Yautja. That didn’t stop him from feeling that way without you being at his side.

To be honest, it felt like the fullest of hunting grounds with you in his arms. Your warmth against him; hearing your heartbeat; smelling you. He wouldn’t let you go, even if this position was making his back due to the strange angle and added weight.

Mai pulled his head back to stare you in the eye through the darkness. “What happened to you?” You knew immediately what he was reference towards and turned on the light on your nightstand. This lit up your newly marred skin to him. The scars were a fresh pink. Mai’s pupils narrowed down and scanned over them, hands coming up to stroke them.

“Careful, they’re still sensitive,” you said, sounding distant. The memories were still fresh but you didn’t want to think about them. Your hand carefully caressed a tress as a distraction.

Next, he motioned with his head towards your metal right arm. Before he could ask about that one, you beat him to it. “I’d rather not go into detail. Let’s just say I lost a fight,” is what you told him. You still couldn’t believe what had happened. Your arm gone. Missing. Replaced by metal.

Anger dribbled into Mai’s system as he stared down at you. “Why did you leave?” he hissed out and forced himself all the closer. You sighed, head falling to the side.

“I was summoned for an operation. It was sudden. I had little time to get ready, let alone send that message to you,” you explained and relaxed your sore arms. Mai changed his position. He forced your legs apart and shuffle closer, bottom of your thighs resting on top of his. His chest to yours, face reburied into the crook of your neck. A growl vibrated your ribcage.

Sharp claws bit into the flesh of your skin. The pain barely noticeable over the already existing one. “Worry isn’t something a Yautja feels.” Mai paused to somehow shift even closer into your body. “You made me worry if you were dead or alive. Don’t do that again.” He stopped again, the gears inside of his mind working. “You know what, you won’t be given an opportunity. You’re staying with me, all the time.”

“What?!” you shouted and wiggled against him, but unable to escape. “You can’t do that Mai! I have a life here, a job, all that stuff.”

It was like he wasn’t listening to you. “Mine,” he snarled into your skin and tightened his hold. There was a chance of freedom at the moment. You were stuck for better or worse.

#yautja #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja x you #yautja x #yautja x male reader #male predator #predator #alien vs predator #predator x reader #predator x human #predator x you #fluff #angsty #worry for reader #request

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creepswrites · 2 years ago

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❝ CREEPS ‣ 22 ‣ IT/ITS ‣ REQUESTS OPEN ❞ ‣ ALL WRITING ‣ MASTERLIST ‣ VIEW RULES AND REGULATIONS BELOW TO REQUEST!

I. ❝ RESTRICTIONS ❞

‣ The following themes are PROHIBITED: racism, homophobia, transphobia, inc*st, ped*philia, illegal age gaps, extreme/harmful fetishes and kinks, r*pe, self-h*rm, suic*de, & extremely graphic abuse/depictions of abuse.

‣ Topics such as mental illness, violent scenes, and mention/depiction of abuse may pop up on occasion and will be properly tagged. While violent scenes may occur, I try to avoid topics I know to be upsetting to read as well as topics I myself find upsetting.

‣ I will NOT write smut with underage muses of mine, even if the reader is the same age.

‣ I will write for AMAB, AFAB, TRANS, and GN READERS! If you have specific pronouns for your reader request, make sure to state those! I always default to gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified :)

‣ Please do NOT repost my writing anywhere! Ask to translate, do not unless I have given explicit permission for you to do so.

II. ❝ THEMES ❞

‣ Common themes I write for include but are not limited to:

fluff / slice of life

angst / darker themes

nsfw / smut

violence

multi-chapter stories

‣ I do write reader x canon OR canon x canon, so long as it does not violate any of my restrictions! I can be picky about what canon x canon pairing I write for though, it has to speak to me.

III. ❝ REQUESTING ❞

‣ I reserve the right to deny any request for any reason.

‣ Do not spam/pressure me to write! I write for what inspires me in the moment. Requests will be completed when I have the time.

‣ Requests sent when they're closed will be discarded!

HEADCANONS | 1-3K ONESHOT | 4K+ ONESHOT

‣ Headcanons : Five character max, one character min. If the headcanon prompt is specific enough, it can be combined with a small drabble! These vary in length/detail. Unless characters for headcanons are specified, I'll likely write as many/as few as I feel inspired for!

‣ 1-3k Oneshot : These vary in length & detail depending on the material provided. If requesting, please specify, otherwise I default to headcanons. These can take me longer than headcanons so I take requests for them more sparingly.

‣ 4k+ Oneshot : Meant for more specific scenarios with lots of ideas & content involved! I rarely do these unless I'm particularly inspired by the prompt given. Usually, 4k+ is reserved for long-term story chapters.

IV. ❝ MUSES ❞

‣ Michael Myers : Halloween (1987, RZ, DBD, & 2018/Kills)

‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, & Nick Jonas : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

‣ Pyramid Head : Silent Hill

‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017, & 2019) (sparingly)

‣ ICON + HEADER ‣ COVER IMAGE ‣ LAYOUT INSPO

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #horror writing #halloween 1978 #house of wax #black christmas #behind the mask #the texas chainsaw massacre #friday the 13th #the boy 2016 #carrie 1976 #dead by daylight #silent hill #scream #halloween ends #stranger things #it 2017

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citruslullabies · 5 months ago

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Hello everyone!! You're all looking lovely today<33

So this is not a fanfic, and I'm terribly sorry, I'm working on them. But I'm actually posting this to inform you all to be on the lookout for "AI art" accounts.

They usually start with "evil" (ex. @evil-witch-jenna, @evil-christmas, @evil-cox and more.) and they make some.. weird posts.

Especially evil-cox, I do not recommend looking at that account at all if you are not comfortable with images of breasts or sexualization of actresses. Or just any account for that matter.

What's the issue with them?

The issue is that they are spam posting AI generated images onto Tumblr under the tag "art" or "artists on Tumblr" when it's not art. It's a picture that AI generated for them from a prompt and.. creepy images at that.

Why do I have such an issue with it personally?

Well, for starters, it's just creepy and unsettling. But it's also been drowning out actual art on my feed and that makes me so sad. Also the fact that they keep posting these weird sexualized pictures of actresses is concerning, especially because in some pictures they take on a more child-like body.

Why should you beware of them?

Because ai "art" is wrong and giving them likes and reblogs encourages them. Just block them and call it a day, and I'm sure there's more accounts than I mentioned. I know some amazing artists who pour their time and effort into each drawing they make, and it's just insulting to see the tag made for their lovely work and many others being swamped with something that took maybe 5 seconds max.

Well, what if you're the owners of those accounts and you see this?

Stop posting. I will literally beg you to stop posting and delete your accounts. I do not condone bullying or pressuring someone off the internet but you have been told multiple times that it is creepy and you keep posting creepier and creepier things and act like a child when confronted anyway. Stop and go outside or learn how to draw and put some actual effort into artwork rather than posting creepy images of actresses with their breasts hanging out and a snake wrapped around them or an actress who is in a sexual pose with the body of a little girl. Stop it.

#awareness #beware of these accounts #ai art #ai artwork #ai art is not art #ai art is theft #ai art is art theft #ai art is stolen art #ai art isn't real art #ai art isnt art #artists on tumblr #art #beautiful beautiful artists on tumblr I love you and your work/p #mwah #im so sorry to everyone who has to see those posts #and im so sorry to every artist who has to see it and feel insulted #necessary post #necessary

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stayteezdreams · 2 years ago

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🌈 Hello! You can call me Mera. She/her. 20's.

This blog is mainly made up of original fic content and content reblogs! *Liked gif sets are to be reblogged gradually (I just don't like spamming a bunch of reblogs at once and burying my writing lol)*

Blog Status: Fairly active

🍂 About Me 🍂

I currently write for all members of Stray Kids, Ateez, Seventeen, Tomorrow x Together, The Boyz and Monsta X

No smut, but suggestive content is fine~ I mainly write for Gn!readers or fem!presenting (if photos are used/needed for a request).

*If you have the default profile pic, no bio and don't reblog or make posts, you look like a bot/spam account and will get blocked. Please PERSONALIZE your blogs.

🍂 Requests Open/Closed 🍂

Christmas Requests OPEN! *taking now so i have plenty of time to work on them for my 12 Days of Christmas

🌙 Rules/Requests-Prompts 🌙

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Seventeen Meet-Cute Series (5/26 Parts ✅) Juyeon A-Z Headcanons 12 Days of Christmas

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here4kpopfics · 2 years ago

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Kelly! Congrats on the milestone! I wanted to put in a drabble request with this prompt [ 89. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”. ] Could we do this with LTDO!jk and oc? 😂🫢 You can choose if they'll get smutty or not 😘

you, my love, get a short one. only bc the ltdo couple already has two full fledged things in the works. 😉 we'll just match this to THIS character ask...for reasons. completely unedited bc i'm lazy.

Masterlist | AskBox | Coffee?

ltdo!jjk x reader | mentions of smut | 747 words | 18+ | it's the LTDO couple, you know they're just filthy little shits.

You’re gonna kill Jungkook.

Namjoon brought you, Jeongyeon, and Jimin to some big business expo or something. He barely gave any details. And you somehow got roped into a meeting about the pros and cons of selling thrifted goods. At least, that’s what you think it was about. You can’t remember.

Why?

Because your boyfriend is a needy brat. And just spammed you with eight, yes EIGHT, varying photos of himself in extremely nsfw situations. From him in your goddamn lingerie to him with his painfully hard cock in his hand as his fingers smear his pre-cum, to him completely naked on your shared bed, his legs spread to show the sparkling butt plug you gave him for Christmas.

You nearly sputtered the water you had just taken a large sip of all over some pretty important business people. You quickly excuse yourself, storming out of the little room and finding an empty conference hall, thumb slamming down on your boyfriend’s name.

“Sparkles!”

“What the actual fuck was that, Jungkook?” You hiss into your phone.

“What? You said you were bored. I thought I’d help out…”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A MEETING!” You whisper yell.

“Baby, why are you in a meeting? You don’t do meetings.”

“I have no fucking clue, Kookie. Namjoon just threw me to the wolves and suddenly I’m arguing the pros of thrifting and— nuh-uh. We are not getting off topic here, you brat.”

“Oh, call me a brat again.” He chuckles and you hear a faint whimper on the other end.

“Are you touching yourself right now, Kookie?”

“Mhmm…” you can tell he’s put you on speaker, laying the phone on his abs close enough to hear him fucking his hand.

“You better fucking stop touching yourself right now.”

“Can’t. Feels too good, Sparkles.”

“You stop yourself right now, Kookie. Or I swear to god, I won’t fuck you into oblivion when I get home. You’ll just have that damn plug in and you’re only choice will be to fuck your hand and nothing else.”

The whine he lets out makes you want to leave and rush home to have your way with him.

“Baby, please.”

“No. Either edge yourself or stop touching yourself completely and I’ll reward you. Don’t do either and you get an added week of abstinence from me.”

“Fuck. Okay. Okay. I’ll stop. Please hurry home, Sparkles. I need you.”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.” You promise, listening to him edge himself until he cried over the phone. You hung up with him, promising to be home within a few hours.

You lied. You didn’t get home until almost midnight. Jeongyeon and Jimin wanted to go out and drink while Namjoon left to spend time with his husband who was running the shop.

When you enter your room, your boyfriend is curled up on the bed, back in baggy lounge pants and a giant shirt. His hair’s a mess across his face and you can’t help but smile at how soft he looks.

You crawl on the bed, body hovering over him as you lean down to kiss his cheek.

“Kooooooookie. Wake up, baby.” You whisper in his ear, suppressing the urge to laugh when he whines, subconsciously moving onto his back to accommodate you straddling him. When he opens his eyes, his hands find their way to your hips.

“You said you’d rush home…liar.” He mumbles half asleep.

“I know, baby. But you deserved to be punished for sending me photos while I was with fancy important people.”

“I’m sure they would’ve liked them and completely understood and let you leave early to come tend to your needy boyfriend.” You snicker as his hands move to your ass, massaging the soft flesh.

“If by letting me leave early, you mean banished me from the exhibit and banned from every convention ever, then yes, I should’ve.” You grin, lips meeting his.

“Whatever it takes to get you back to me.” He mumbles against your lips, his hands bringing your hips down to roll against him and swallowing the moan he knew you’d let out.

“Still, baby?” He mewls when you press your hips down on his again. “You look so sleepy, though.”

“No,” he shakes his head, hips pushing up to meet yours, “not sleepy. Please, Sparkles. Please.”

The second you say okay, you're flipped over onto your back, fully accepting it’s going to be a long night.

#kelly posts #kelly writes #fic: leave the door open #ltdo!jjk #fic: ltdo drabble #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook drabble #jjk drabble #drabble requests

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tvreadsandsleep · 2 years ago

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This blog pretty much runs on the queue (which is >500 posts deep).

This season I’m watching Bob's Burgers, The Great North, The Equalizer, Tracker, The Neighborhood, Brilliant Minds, English Teacher, Rescue: HI-Surf, High Potential, The Irrational, Chicago Med, Abbott Elementary, Grey's Anatomy, Doctor Odyssey, Ghosts, Found, Will Trent, Matlock, and Fire Country.

Casual Star Trek and Marvel fan + I enjoy holiday movies (come December I will be spamming Christmas gifs; you’ve been warned).

I've written fanfic for Twisted (Dacey still has my heart even though the show did them dirty), How to Get Away with Murder (Michaela Pratt is still my favorite), and Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (Attoye is that ship).

Favorite authors include Katrina Jackson, Kenya Wright, Talia Hibbert and Theodora Taylor cause I enjoy romance and smut (with a dash of messiness).

Forever upset about the cancellations of Grand Crew, Still Star-Crossed, Selfie, Pitch, and The Passage.

Here for my Attoye fanfic?

I’m taking a break from writing, but here’s a list of the stories (drabbles, ficlets, etc.) I’ve written.

Smut

You Said What About My Rhino?! (AO3)

What Happened in the Sauna… (AO3)

Talking Her Through (AO3)

Nonm Reken (AO3)

Preparation? More Like Distraction: One & Two (AO3)

Attoye Prompt Table

Sun, Moon and Stars (AO3)

Keep Your Distance, Please (AO3)

Morning Contemplation (AO3)

Wager Gone Wrong (AO3)

Don’t Disrespect My Union (AO3)

Half-Year Merriment (AO3)

Attoye Prompt Drabbles (Periodic Cues on AO3)

You may be seated

Copper coins

You will need to wear a hat

Keyhole

I suppose that’s all of them

Unadulterated

New laws

I recognized her voice

Slippery

Such a sad, pitiful piece of furniture—barely deserving the title of ‘chair’

Upstairs neighbor

I don’t know any songs

Snakeskin

She bought five of them

I was alone, but satisfied

Readings

We need more room

Mechanical

Rainy days

Aside

Do not get distracted

Time limit

Inhaling

I meant that as a compliment

I don’t like you

You’re exaggerating

Pillowcase

What do you mean ‘the sun is gone’?

Yes, I'm loved now, but at what cost?

Stop making that face. You know I can't resist that face

#pinned post #updated 9/28/2024

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weilongfu · 11 months ago

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Merry Christmas followers, friends, and all that other good stuff.

Whether you celebrate or don't, I hope today is a day of rest, peace, and happiness for you.

As an added bonus, I am attempting to go through all my old WIPs to see what is nearly done or pretty damn close to done and just... finish them up to shove them out into the world.

A bonus present of sorts after prompt spam I suppose.

All these will be posted on my AO3 so look out for them there!

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allylikethecat · 10 months ago

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ally!!! i have to say i keep growing ever so frustrated at ao3 as at the end of every update you so generously give us it reminds me once again that i am unable to leave you more kudos when i so wish i could spam you with it every five minutes to show my appreciation for these fics!!!!!!

the ducklings update was incredible and i so loved seeing an insight into fictional!george’s mind, i especially enjoyed how much a packet of shredded cheese caused so much trouble hah — whilst i am loving the angst between them, I am also very excited for them to (at some point) actually communicate with each other lol

i have to go on record to say that as a diehard lover of ‘you know where the city is’ that is the fic i voted for this week — this does not mean however that i am not very much eating up all discussions of the vampire fic (& the equestrian fic!!!) and i can’t wait to see what you come up with (on the discussion of vampires & twilight,, i was always team edward and the idea of vampire fictional!george??? amazing.) and I of course was very happy to receive a ducklings update regardless.

also!! these january prompts have been so good and it’s so cool that you’ve stuck with it the entire month — opening up tumblr and finding a little ally fictional!matty and george drabble has been so fun and u should know that they will be sorely missed come february!!!!

yours,

— 💌💌

(p.s. sorry about the obnoxiously long ask lol!!!)

Hello My Dearest 💌 Anon!

First off, NEVER apologize for sending in a long ask!! I am giggling and twirling my hair upon receiving it!! I love writing obnoxiously long responses and so this is perfect!!!

I too very much wish that I could leave multiple kudos on the fics that I read, AO3 really needs to get on it and allow us to do so! I am so thankful and honored to have written a fic that you feel that way about 🥺 Just know that I appreciate YOU so very much and am so grateful for you not only reading but taking the time to send me such a lovely, long, thought out ask! 🥰

AHH Thank you so much for your kind words about the newest Ducklings update!! I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed it! Shredded cheese is a very important snack option and poor Fictional!Matty thought it was going to solve all of his problems, but alas, halfway through it became the cause of them. I was a little nervous about this chapter since we were changing things up a little bit with a Fictional!George-centric interlude and am so happy to hear that you liked it! We might have a little bit longer to go before Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George get it together and truly communicate but don't worry it is coming and I actually have a plan for it now (huge thank you to @sundrownsthehouse for helping establish DIRECTION for this fic!)

AHH thank you so much for supporting You Know Where the City Is as well!! The 2014-Disaster-Bi versions of Fictional!Matty and Fictional!Taylor are some of my favorite characters I've ever written, and I am so excited for y'all to see how their story unfolds! I will hopefully have that update finished soon, I've been slowly but steadily working on it since the last update!

The Vampire brain rot has become so very real and I am so excited that people are willing to indulge me in it. Once I get the Christmas fic finished, I cannot WAIT to start diving into my new WIPs 🤩

ALSO omg thank you so much for sharing such kind words about the January OPT prompts, it was a little project that I started for myself, and I'm just so flattered that people are also enjoying them, and taking the time to share such lovely feedback on them! They have been hard to keep up with, but I'm very proud of myself for sticking with them so far, and cannot believe we're over halfway through!

Thank you so much for reading, and for sending in this lovely, lovely, ask! I apologize for writing you a small novel in response! I hope you continue to enjoy my works and I hope I'll be able to a You Know Where the City Is update up soon! I hope you have a fabulous rest of your week!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #💌#💌 anon #letter anon #Make Way for Ducklings #Mpreg #You Know Where the City Is #Vamprie 75 #Vampire AU #Matty Fic #Gatty #Keep it Kind #thank you so so much for this ask omg #i was grinning so hard reading it #thank you!

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calethelettuce · 1 year ago

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SaSi Intruality Week 5/7: Christmas in October?

Prompt: Gifts

Tags: @intrualityweek

Synopsis: Remus gets bored. Why not switch around holidays on everyone? Sounds like the perfect prank! ..He also just wants an excuse to give Patton things for no good reason. And Patton? Oh, he’s thrilled to finally see snow! The others are going to burn Remus at the stake for this one.

Characters: Patton, Remus, Logan, Virgil, Roman, Janus

Relationships: Romantic Intruality, Platonic Loxiety

TW: Swearing, dirty humor, sexual innuendos, mentions of screwing parents (but specifically dads), mentions of murder, oh also there’s a knife

“Why the fuck is there a Christmas tree in the common room?!”

“Virgil, what on Earth are you screaming about-“ Logan shut his book with a quick snap, looking up for the first time in hours. He stared at the Christmas tree sitting in the middle of the room, his stoic expression not changing at all. “Oh. I see.”

Virgil let out an annoyed groan. “There’s no way you’ve been sitting there this whole time and didn’t notice this!” He gestured to the array of Christmas decorations strung along shelves and light fixtures. “We’re erasing my favorite holiday, here!”

Logan shrugged, straightening his glasses frames. “Ask Remus. He’s probably behind this.” He supplied, putting his book down, “I’ll come with you if you want.”

Virgil crossed his arms with an annoyed frown. “I’m going to kill him.”

Patton managed to roll out of bed by 9 AM. His house felt awfully cold for October.. He rubbed his eyes, putting on his glasses while staring through the window.

Why did everything seem so… white? Patton moved back the curtains and nearly choked when he realized there was snow outside.

“In October!?” He checked the date: October 26. Good, he wasn’t going crazy. “It’s not even Halloween!” He mused, shutting the curtains and rushing down the steps with his phone in hand. The device was buzzing like mad, sending a tingle through his arm. He checked his notifications, chuckling at the exchange happening and the intense flurry of notifications.

The Sides!

Roman-ce Expert: what the heck is going on outside-

Down Low-gan: I'm unsure myself, actually.

My Dark, Strange Son: IM GOING TO KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER

Bananaconda: shut up i'm trying to sleep

My Dark, Strange Son: SHUT THE UP BITCH

Bananaconda: this is literally why nobody likes you

Down Low-gan: Stop fighting. Janus, just turn off your notifications like I do.

Bananaconda: whatever

Remus <3: Cock and ball torture

My Dark, Strange Son: REMUS I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS WHERE ARE YOU

Remus <3: I'm hangin with your mom right now :P

Bananaconda: get fucked virgil

Pattoncake: i think it's cool! :3 snow is cool! srry for late reply just woke up

Roman-ce Expert: If it wasn't OCTOBER and not EVEN PAST Halloween I would agree

Remus <3: Patty!!

Pattoncake: Hi :D

Down Low-gan: Good morning, Patton, apologies for the spam from these imbeciles.

Roman-ce Expert: EXCUSE ME?????????? (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Bananaconda: shut up, i'm going back to bed

Pattoncake: Have a good nap Janny! ᕙ(^▿^-ᕙ)

My Dark, Strange Son: i hope you die in your sleep

Pattoncake: VIRGIL- (≖_≖ )

My Dark, Strange Son: i only speak the truth dad

My Dark, Strange Son: Pat*

Pattoncake: :O

Pattoncake: DID YOU JUST CALL ME DAD

Roman-ce Expert: bro just got called out

Remus <3: Patty open the door :)

Remus <3: BABY LET ME IN

My Dark, Strange Son: go be sentimental somewhere else trash bitch

Remus <3: This is why I'm fucking your dad PATTON OPEN UP

Patton put his phone in his pocket, noticing the intense knocking on his front door. He pulled it open, smiling brightly. "Hiya, Remus!" he chirped. "Come on in!"

Remus grinned back, holding up a surprisingly neatly packaged bag. The tissue paper inside was a pretty blue and was very glittery. "I got this for you!" he declared, walking in and handing the moderately large bag to Patton, "Merry Christmas!"

Patton gave him a confused and concerned look, taking the bag gingerly from him. "Thanks! But.. you realize it's October, right?"

“Sure do!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Then why-“

“Don’t question it too much, Patty!” Remus simply gestured to the bag. “Open it!”

Patton thought about it for a moment. “Is this a trick?”

Remus looked awfully offended for someone who played pranks often. “Not this time!”

Patton nodded slowly, before stepping back and gesturing inside. “Well, come in first! It must be cold out there!” He was definitely cold himself, just by standing at the door with it open. “I can make your favorite hot cocoa, with the spices you like.”

Remus’ face brightened up at that. “Sweet!” He wandered inside, plopping down on one of the stools near the island counter. “Then you’ll open your gift?” He asked hopefully.

Patton gave him a small smile as he put the gift on the coffee table in the living room. “Sure, Morningstar.”

Remus hummed to himself, though it was more like a strange cackle or laugh than anything.

Patton got to work on the two cups of cocoa. He mentally went over the differences in the ways that every side preferred their cocoa, just to test his memory.

He knew that Logan liked his with milk and a tinge of peppermint (which was certainly interesting to him).

Roman preferred to make his with cocoa bombs, of which normally added tons of sugar from the extra chocolate.

Virgil rarely ever drank cocoa, but when he did? He preferred it cold. Patton still hadn’t figured that one out yet.

Janus took theirs as standard as you could get, but they rarely ever drank the stuff and preferred to drink other things.. like wine.

Now, Remus? It could change every day. Normally, he preferred his made with the water scalding hot. He preferred it so hot, in fact, that if anyone other than him tried to drink it they’d burn their hands on the mug. He loved spices, no matter if it was salt or pepper or anything else that comes to mind. His cocoa choices were never boring, Patton could confirm that.

He poured the still boiling water into a mug, careful not to spill any on himself or the counter. He held both the kettle and the cup with heat resistant gloves. “Remus, what spices are we thinking today, bud?” He called.

“Oooh! Let me think…” Remus began listing off random spices that came to mind.

Patton picked out three of the spices listed, putting a bit of each into the water and he added the cocoa powder to the mug. After being mixed, he slid the mug over to Remus. “There you go, hon!” He said cheerfully, beginning to work on his own.

Patton liked his plain and simple: just warm milk and the cocoa powder. Something simple to dip cookies in! It only took a quick five minutes for him to be sitting beside Remus as they both sipped their respective drinks.

Remus was the first one done. He plopped his mug down onto the counter, the hand painted black and green exterior shining under the glowing gaze of the lights overhead. “That was fucking delicious!”

Patton nibbled on a cookie, dipping it into his cocoa every so often. “I’m glad you liked it!” He said fondly.

Remus spun around on the stool as he waited for Patton to finish.

“Are you done yet?”

“Not yet, bud.”

Silence.

“How about now?”

“Still no, honeybee.”

“……are you done yet?”

Patton sighed, giving Remus a knowing look. “If I open the gift now, will you let me finish my hot chocolate?”

Remus pondered that for a moment. “..DEAL!” He hopped up, running over to the living room and sitting down. “Get to it, Pattyboy!”

“Okay, okay! Hold on!” Patton followed him at a much slower pace, putting his mug down on a glittery, star shaped coaster as he sat next to his boyfriend.

Remus giggled to himself as he handed the gift to Patton. “Here you go, Frog Daddy!”

Patton put the bag in his lap, looking it over. “It’s pretty heavy..” he couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned. What could be in here?

“C’mon, just open it!” Remus nearly begged him, “The suspense is killin’ me, man!”

Patton pulled out the tissue paper, watching as it floated carelessly in the air before settling on the carpet. Inside, to his surprise, were three individually wrapped boxes. They were wrapped in shiny silver paper, with little baby blue bows decorating the tops.

“I hated wrapping it all neat,” Remus added, “but I figured you’d like it.”

Patton took out one of the smallest boxes first, which was rather hefty for its size. He unwrapped it carefully, confused as to what could be inside. He gasped.

Inside sat two crystal statues; one of a cat and one of a frog. “Oh, Remus! These are amazing!” He gushed.

Remus beamed. “Good! They’re Blue Calcite, they apparently help balance emotions. So, y’know, I thought it fit you.” He shrugged. “I got Logan to tell me that. I know absolutely nothing else.”

Patton pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I think they’re lovely either way.”

“Yuuck, positivity! Just keep going!”

The next thing Patton pulled out happened to be a knife. The blade was embellished with various gems and crystals in both green and blue, and Patton nearly dropping it out shock once he realized what it was.

“It’s not real! It’s a fake one I made! Not sharp at all!” Remus took it and tried to stab something, to no avail. “See? Totally safe!”

Patton breathed out a sigh of relief. “You almost just gave me a heart attack, mister!”

“Sorry not sorry! Open the last one, that’s my favorite!”

“I don’t know whether to be excited or terrified.”

Patton ripped open the box, pausing with an awestruck expression on his face.

A beautiful array of necklaces, friendship bracelets and rings sat inside.

“I made us matching ones!” Remus supplied, holding up his own emerald set, “Yours are diamond!”

Patton tried on the ring, realizing it fit perfect on his ring finger. He gave Remus the biggest smile the side had ever seen, before nearly tackling him in a hug. “I LOVE IT!” he squealed, “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

Remus scoffed, ignoring how red his face was. “It was nothing, Pattycake!”

And then Patton kissed him.

Right on the lips.

And internally?

Remus flipped the fuck out. In a good way!

They sat there for a moment or two, just enjoying each other’s company, Patton’s hot cocoa long forgotten.

“I think Virgil’s going to kick my ass.” Remus muttered randomly. “I totally erased his favorite holiday.” He smirked to himself. “Oh well. Let’s go play in the snow!”

Patton laughed and smiled up at him. “Okay! Let’s go!”

Truth be told, Virgil had decided to let Remus live a little longer.

..only for Patton’s sake.

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