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[syrma-sensei]

hey! do you take soldier boy requests? if you do, then i have a little prompt! i can totally see this dynamic with ben x reader. ignore this if you like, i'm just curious because i love your writing !!

Heya 👋🏻

Of course I do! I love writing my man 🤭❤️

Hehehe, I can totally see it too. I almost wrote it in Home, but you know, couldn't let that happen cuz reader was pregnant and all...

Thank you so much, lovey 💕 You're in for a treat!

→ Smokey Snuggles, Zero Struggles.

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Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!reader.

Rating: Fluff.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Pillow talk, smoking, implied smut, soft Ben, flufffff, antiquated mentality...

Setting: Prequel to Home one-shot; can be read as a standalone tho.

Ben swept his large arm over your body to pull you closer to his chest, his rough yet gentle hand resting on your thigh. Your body curled up to his as your chest heaved with soft pants, up and down, while his seed seeped out of your opening.

“Mmm, did I tucker you out, dollface?” He teased with that deep voice of his; you could hear the smirk in his tone.

“Not at all...” You shifted your head up, chin resting on his chest and eyes gazing up at him with playful intransigence.

He glanced down at you, relishing in the way your pretty fingers ran on his chest. “Good, ‘cause I was just getting started.”

Your lips let out a sheepish giggle concurring with a cute red smear across your cheeks.

It was still all new to you; the sex, the extravagant self-indulgence, the supe business, Vought, and him.

You'd met Ben in one of his educational tours throughout the country. He'd been on an awareness campaign spree, visiting local schools to sow the American values into the hearts of the young. Needless to say, the children were thrilled having the first superhero in their classrooms, sitting and reading for them — making them laugh even. The bastard had an alluring charm; everyone had been in love with him, and you were none the better. His damn swagger had a certain lure, it didn't take long to coax you out of the skirts of modesty into the lusciousness of his arms.

You were a new elementary teacher, a young woman brought up in a conservative household; it was inevitable to have a blatant shock when you entered Ben's life as his new partner, and intended to be wife-to-be — he didn't propose or promise you anything yet, mind you. Yet, him having family dinners with your parents, you moving in with him, him having you at his arm wherever he went; movie premieres, filmmaking, photoshoots, interviews, and more, he literally had you stuck to his hip. That had to mean something, right?

You tried to shrug off the thoughts that plagued your mind of the possibility of Ben dumping you. You shiver at the thought. The truth was, you were head over heels with him, and you honestly didn't know where you'd put yourself if he left you.

You felt him flex the arm he had on your thigh up behind his head, then you heard the flick of his lighter and soon the smell of burnt tobacco followed.

You glanced up at him. Ben's green eyes were staring ahead, the look on his face told you he was deep in ponderation. He absently inhaled from his cuban cigar.

The tip of your forefinger rubs circles on the centre of his chest, stroking the fuzzy wisps on his skin.

You knew he was giving you a break after he had been balls-deep inside of you for a couple of rounds. Ben was nearly insatiable when it came to you, but he always tried to keep himself in check that your human stamina could never match his, regardless of how many times you told him not to hold back.

“No,” He had said, caressing your cheek with the back of his knuckles, “I could break you.”

You smiled with a blush at the memory, snuggling closer to him and letting your ear savour the strong beat of his heart. You really wanted the only one who'd own that heart, you really did.

When you glanced up at him again, he wasn't miles away like he was minutes ago. He was smiling down at you, before he leant in and pressed a light kiss on the crown of your head.

Your cheeks flourished red at the unbridled affection; he seldom showed such, and it never ceased to take you by surprise when he did so. Those moments of sweet dalliances assured you sometimes that you weren't just a fleeting fling.

You wanted to nuzzle closer to him but he shifted a bit to sit up, leaning his back to the headboard. You sit up as well, letting the sheets fall off your naked bosom. You weren't that shy girl anymore.

“Want a drag?” He offered you his cigar.

You smiled, “I-I could try…” You took the cigar as he turned to his bedside table and opened the drawer.

You shrugged and placed the stub between your lips and took a long drag. Wrong move. Because the moment the smouldering smoke hit the back of your throat, your eyes burnt up with tears and you started to cough.

Ben turned to you again, a rich laugh rumbling in his chest, he took the cigar from your hand and placed it in the ashtray, and patted your back gently. “Easy…”

“Holy—!” You croaked, hastily reaching for the glass of water on your bedside table, drinking it. “How do you smoke that shit?” You coughed again.

His laugh diluted into a deep chuckle, “It’s not so bad, you're the lightweight.”

“Oh, believe me, I couldn't handle you if I were one.” You let out a smooth giggle that soon turned into a chortle.

Ben chuckled again, before he wiped the drizzle of water away from the corner of your lips, and the tears away from your eyes.

You grinned at him, kissing his thumb.

“Marry me.” He said, making your eyes go wide. You blinked for a moment.

He read the confusion on your face and acted swiftly by holding a small box of velvet out for you, gently opening it. There was an elegant ring in the box, golden and meticulously-polished, encrusted with a glamorous diamond in its centre.

You opened your mouth then you closed it again; too stunned to find the right words to say.

“I-I don't know what to say.” You finally spoke, voice hushed both by the surprise and the whiff of the cigar from before.

“Say yes.” He grinned, plucking the ring from the box, twirling it deftly between his thumb and forefinger.

Your eyes teared up and you surprised him with a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He seemed to be taken aback by your reaction, but soon enough, he hugged you back, kissing your temple gently.

You found heavenly comfort in his open affections for you, relishing in the silent but blatant fact that they were only yours.

You nuzzled closer to his chest, burying your face in his neck, softly smooching his skin.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. Of course, he was teasing you. Typical Ben.

You pulled away, gushing, “Yes!” You sniffled cutely, “God, yes.”

Ben slipped his late mother's wedding ring into your hand before he leant in and kissed your knuckles.

“I love you…” He whispered in your ear, melting your heart with the sincerity of his words.

“I love you too.” You whispered back, “More than anything.”

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[elegyofthemoon]

omg avil it's your bd??? Happy birthdayyyyy i hope life brings you everything you wish for love you!!

heheh thanks syrma,,,

i actually was kinda dreading my birthday for a bit (i think thats one reason why ive been particularly down lately), but seeing a message from u made me think more like hey, i should be proud for being wherever i am now. its not the path i once thought id be in but we're making a life in a different way and maybe thats something worth celebrating today :]

so i think life will eventually come around for me and im excited for that prospect 💙

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Like Lovers Do

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: You and Daemon would dream about marrying each other before both of you became victims of political marriages, very much against your wills: he was sent to the Vale and you to the Riverlands. However, when your lord husband passes away, you return to King’s Landing, only to find out that your childhood sweetheart is now wearing a crown of his own.

A/N: I am finally back for the Daemon x reader fics, you lovely people! I hope you still remember me after that loooooooooong gap... Anyways, I once again wrote too much and couldn't even get to the point I was heading - I intended this story to be a one-shot but it seems I will be writing another chapter for the spicy stuff ;) I hope you enjoy it! (I am also open to any Daemon requests you might have for me!)

Warnings: I am not a native English speaker, strong language

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You had almost forgotten the way his voice sounded.

Fourteen long years had it been, the last time you were given the privilege to let your eyes wander on his handsome face as long as they desired.

You had expected time to have changed you in all the possible ways anyone could ever imagine, the years you had spent at the Riverlands being no different than a bird in a cage did harden you to your very core; however, the moment his sweet voice reached your ears again, you felt yourself melting just as you did when you were six-and-ten.

For the first time in fourteen years; for the first time after you had left King's Landing, you were feeling the warmth in your heart again, waking up from its deep slumber, melting the frost that used to be your heart.

At first, you hadn't even believed it when you heard the whispers roaming the castle about the return of the Rogue Prince.

"Prince Daemon is back," the whispers had said, "and he is wearing a crown."

King of the Narrow Sea? You had thought to yourself, following the crowds into the Throne Room. Is he going to challenge his brother now? Have the years turned him completely mad?

And now, you were watching him, King of the Narrow Sea, give up his crown to King Viserys.

He really is back.

After the ceremony in the Throne Room was over, the Royals and the Small Council moved to the Godswood to celebrate the Prince's victory over the Triarchy. You weren't quite sure whether it was expected of you to join them; however, upon seeing the way your father looked at you, you decided to follow them. Your heart was racing as if it was trying to break free from your chest.

Your father's position in King Jaehaerys’ and after him King Viserys’ Small Council had allowed you an easy, enjoyable life within the walls of the Red Keep, allowing you to share the early years of your youth with Prince Daemon, growing up alongside him.

Until he decided it was time for you to marry a rich lord and be shipped to the Riverlands, of course. You had known long before your father made his decision that you would, sooner or later, have to marry someone - preferably some lord from one of the Great Houses.

However, you had expected your father to come to you with this delicate matter first, instead of shaking hands with the lords as if he was doing some kind of trade.

"I do not care about some stupid lord in the Riverlands," you had told your father upon hearing the terrible news about your future. "I am going to marry Prince Daemon, Father. How can you even begin to compare him with any other man in the Seven Kingdoms?"

"Prince Daemon is going to the Vale," your father had responded in a cold voice. It made you realize he had wished for you to become the Prince's wife perhaps even more than you yourself had. "It has been decided that he is to take Lady Rhea Royce as his wife." Upon seeing the tears beginning to form in your eyes, your father had held your hands. "I am sorry, my sweet girl, but there is no other way."

Even though you had known all these years, deep down, that your father's only wish was for you to have an easy, wealthy life (and at the meanwhile keeping his good connections, and establishing relations with the strong houses), the anger you had been feeling never really faded away.

Yes, you had led a wealthy life for the last fourteen years; however, being the second wife of a (compared to your six-and-ten self) fairly old lord had taken all the happiness you had ever known from you. It was almost as if you had forgotten how to enjoy life...

After arriving at the Godswood - since the Red Keep was enormous, it always took ages to get from one place to another - you too poured yourself a glass of red wine as you stood beside your father. King Viserys and some other members of the Small Council were talking with Prince Daemon, mostly about the war against the Triarchy.

Somehow, it seemed like Daemon didn't even notice you were there, maybe he didn't really recognise you after all those years - you couldn't say.

Until King Viserys saw you standing next to your father, the Master of Coins.

The King's face lightened with a bright smile as he turned his eyes to his younger brother, placing his left hand on Daemon's shoulder. "Brother, you surely remember Lord Beesbury's lovely daughter," the King spoke with a delightful tone. "She has, too, recently returned to King's Landing."

The world froze around the two of you when Daemon's purple eyes met yours. Every other person standing there with you faded away, and all the other sounds melted into silence until it was just you and him, the same memory playing in front of your eyes.

"I am going to make you my Queen one day," Daemon whispered in your ear. "I promise you."

You were out at the Godswood, sitting under the moonlight - both of you had to be around sixteen, it was shortly before the calamity that was your marriage.

You raised an eyebrow in his direction. "So you plan on winning me and the Iron Throne?" You asked him, only to earn a cocky smirk.

"You would be surprised to see what I am capable of, my Lady."

I have seen what you are capable of, my Prince, you thought as you came back to reality. You were breathing heavily. Capable of winning a war without the support of the Crown, earning your very own crown - but you still gave it up to your brother.

To prevent the awkward silence from getting any longer, Daemon quickly wore his famous smirk as he nodded at the King. "Of course, how could I not," he spoke with a charming aura surrounding him. Taking a step towards you, the Prince held your right hand gently and brought it to his lips. "It has been many years, my Lady." The Prince told you. "Though, it is somewhat unfair that the years have not touched your beauty, not in the slightest."

The poker face, which only showed a humble smile fitting of a lady of your position, would never give away that you were, in fact, dying inside. Feeling his lips and his touch for the very first time in fourteen years had hit you like a wall of bricks.

"You flatter me, my Prince," you spoke with your best I-am-a-noble-lady tone. "Congratulations on your victory."

Before continuing the conversation with his brother and the other Lords, Daemon gave you a small nod - only you realised that he had allowed his eyes to linger on your face longer than they needed to.

[Time Skip}

"I wasn't expecting to see you here again, after all those years."

Hearing his velvet voice, you raised your head to look at Daemon, who was standing to your right. Fixing your silver dress and crossing one leg over the other, you waited for him to continue speaking.

"Why aren't you at the Rivenlands?"

You raised an eyebrow at the Prince as you responded while mimicking the same cocky tone he always used. "Why haven't you been at the Vale all those years?"

The edge of Daemon's lips curled upwards as he shook his head, he was wearing a red, long-armed tunic under his long, black cloak - proudly carrying the colours of his House. "Your attitude hasn't changed even in the slightest, love."

You rolled your eyes at him, keeping your attitude, not letting it falter under the heavy weight of the love your heart still carried for him. Of course, it would have been a lot easier to give into your heart's whispers and welcome him with arms wide open; however, you had grown overmuch furious with him over the years.

First and foremost, he had broken off every damn contact with you at an instant as soon as you had left King's Landing. You haven't heard from Daemon for fourteen years. News and gossip about his doings had reached your ears, of course, but not from Daemon himself.

And second, it had hurt you too fucking much when you saw he had done nothing to fight for your love. As the Prince, he could have had more of a say in the matter than you, but all he had done was tell you goodbye and disappear into the night. That was the last you had seen of him, fourteen years ago.

At first, you had thought that perhaps, Daemon had found the idea of marrying Lady Rhea Royce more appealing than marrying you. Until the news had reached the Riverlands about the Rogue Prince's failed marriage - not long after, he had returned to King's Landing, never to visit the Vale ever again.

Rhea Royce had never been what Daemon desired, and apparently, you too - else, he would have at least tried to find a way to arrange something, anything.

Placing your hands on your lap, you asked. "Can I be of further assistance to you, my Prince?"

"You can start by providing me with an answer, my Lady," Daemon said, arching an eyebrow in your direction. "Why did you return to King's Landing? Has your lord husband got a place in the Small Council now?"

"He has passed away," you spoke with a low voice while playing with your fingers. "A few months ago."

The Prince licked his lower lip. "I would wish to offer you my condolences, love," he spoke, "but I have never liked the sight of that cunt."

Your eyes widened with shock upon hearing his words, you hissed between your teeth. "Seven hells, Daemon!" The Prince shrugged in a careless manner. "Show at least some respect to the dead!"

"Will you be staying here?" he asked, earning a nod from you. "Why not stay at the Riverlands?"

This time, you turned your eyes away - his intense gaze was making you feel dizzy. "There is nothing for me there, at the Riverlands. My late husband's eldest nephew holds the Lord title now." Taking a deep breath, you leaned forward to pour yourself some wine. "You see, we didn't have any children to inherit my late husband's position, hence there was no more need for me."

Upon feeling Daemon's hand closing on top of yours, you quickly raised your head to look at him. Gently, the Prince took the carafe from your hands to pour you a glass of wine. With slow movements, he handed you the glass.

"I thought the whole idea behind you marrying that old man was to provide him with heirs," Daemon spoke, his purple eyes lighting with curiosity. He didn't even explicitly ask about the reason behind the failure but you could easily read it from the way he looked.

"We did try, for years, but..." Taking a moment, you took a big sip from your wine. "He could have tried with a dozen other women for another ten years and it still wouldn't have changed anything."

Daemon pursed his lips upon understanding the meaning behind your words. "I see, this explains why he didn't have any heirs from his first marriage, too." You nodded. "Good riddance, should I say now? At least you are free from that burden of yours."

"As if you cared about me or my burden," you snorted. Upon seeing the confused look inside his eyes, you first drank your half-empty glass - all at once - and then stood up. Raising your head, you looked Daemon in the eye, your faces standing dangerously close to each other. "It has been fourteen fucking years, Daemon," you spoke with a low voice but still, your fury could be heard in every word. "And not one fucking raven from you. You just walked away from my life, as if I meant nothing to you!"

Towards the end, your tone tended to become higher, thus you took a deep breath to keep yourself under control. From the corner of your eye, you could see Queen Alicent and your father taking a curious look in your direction.

With his left hand, Daemon held you firmly on your right wrist as he whispered, looking down at you. "You meant everything to me," he put emphasis on each word. "Don't you dare act as if you don't know it."

Your chest brushed against his with every breath, you could feel the warmth radiating off his body. At that very moment, the only thing you wanted was for Daemon to push you against the stone wall behind you and kiss you until you couldn't remember your own name anymore.

With slow movements, Daemon leaned into your ear, his warm breath brushing against your neck. You didn't even realise you were pressing your lips against each other - your breaths were heavy, your head felt dizzy and you slowly got drunk with his smell surrounding you.

"Do you have any idea," the Prince whispered in your ear, his voice full of sex appeal. You could melt right then and there, inside his arms. "How many nights I have spent, thinking about you?"

Back then, when you were both young and in love, Daemon had never touched you other than sharing small kisses (and rarely not-so-small kisses) for you wanted to wait until marriage.

In retrospect, you believed your younger self to have been too naive and, well, young - after seeing one could in fact do whatever they desired as long as it was discrete enough.

Now, all the lust and desire you both had been bottling up for years came to the surface.

Holding onto the last bits of your will, you took a step back, putting some visible distance between Daemon and yourself - so that you could think clearly once more.

"Then why," you asked, your voice sounding weaker than you wanted it to. "Why did you disappear from my life?"

The Prince cast a quick look at the curious people around you - some of the council members seemed kind of interested in your conversation with Daemon since they were sending curious looks in your direction every other second.

Muttering something under his breath - he was probably cursing at the nosiness of the people - Daemon quickly put on one of his most charming smiles. "Perhaps the lady would like to grant me the honour of dining with her this evening," he spoke with his velvet-like voice as he took your hand and brought it to his soft lips. The mild wind was causing his silver hair to sway ever so gently. "Where we can discuss further, as long as she likes."

Your heart skipped a beat.

Of course, you knew what his true intention was. This invitation was more than just a dinner where you could both scream at each other about the fourteen years you have lost - it was also to make up for all that time.

Your brain was shouting at you, telling you that you were making a big mistake - the Prince was still married, even though his marriage had been a bigger failure than yours - but your desires were stronger.

"I would love to, my Prince." The words left your lips before you could even think.

Daemon winked at you before leaving Godswood. "I will be waiting for you in my chambers, love."

[kaleldobrev]

Comfortable?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Falling asleep in Dean's lap while he's driving

Word Count: 516

Warnings: None, honestly just pure fluff

Authors Note: Takes place pre-season one | Would anyone be up for a pre-season series with reader and Dean? Been really in the mood to write a little something | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You didn't know what it was about Baby that had made you feel so safe and secure, but each and every time you stepped foot inside of her, all anxiety and fear that you once had would quickly wash away. She wasn't a quiet vehicle by any means. The engine roared, and sometimes she would bump a little more prominently on certain roads, the sound of legos would rattle when the AC or heat would be turned on, and Dean would always have some type of cassette playing even if you were attempting to get even a wink of sleep.

The more you thought about it, maybe it wasn't Baby who had made you feel safe and secure, but it was the man that drove her.

As Dean drove along the highway, there were no cars in sight. The only kind of light for miles were the headlights of Baby; not even streetlamps. Metallica was playing softly on the radio, as Dean lowered the volume so the two of you could talk without yelling over the music. But the conversation didn't last long as you felt your eyes starting to grow heavy.

You wanted to try and stay up so you could continue talking to Dean, but the tiredness that you were feeling was starting to take over more and more. Letting out a small yawn, you pressed your back to the passenger side door and crossed your arms, trying to get into a comfortable position. "Gonna sleep on me?" Dean asked, briefly looking at you before looking back at the road again.

"Unfortunately, yes," you confirmed. "I just feel exhausted all of a sudden," you said.

"Want your blanket? It's still laid out from earlier," Dean said winking. You looked at him, not responding to his comment as you were too tired. Usually, you'd give him some kind of sassy remark, or tease him, but instead, you simply just leaned into the back seat, grabbing the blanket Dean had placed neatly before the two of you had sex a few hours prior.

Taking the blanket you wrapped it around yourself, and tried your best to get comfortable, but you found yourself shifting way too much. "Come here," Dean said, gesturing for you to lay down.

"You sure? Won't be distracting?" You asked.

He shook his head. "Not at all," he reassured. "Now come here. I want you to be comfortable. We got a long drive."

"Okay," you said, before shifting positions. You placed your head in Dean's lap, while the soles of your boots pressed up against the passenger side door. When you looked up briefly, your boyfriend was slightly grinning. "Comfortable?" You asked.

"I should be the one asking you that," he said, letting out a small chuckle. "But yes, I am comfortable. Are you?"

"Yeah," you replied. "Wake me up if we stop okay?"

"Sure thing Sweetheart," he said, his free hand that was currently not on the wheel started stroking your hair gently; your eyes starting to flutter closed. "Goodnight Sweetheart."

"Goodnight Dean," you smiled before feeling yourself drifting off to sleep.

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[zepskies]

How do you think a romance between soldier boy and a woc would pan out?

Hey there! By "WOC" I'm thinking you mean "woman of color?"

Fun fact: I actually imagine most of my reader insert characters as women of color, since I'm a woman of color myself. 💁🏽‍♀️

I love this question, but I think the nitty gritty specifics would depend on her race/ethnicity. A “person of color” incorporates a broad swath of races and cultures, so it’s hard to generalize while being accurate and authentic to a POC’s experience. For example, I could write a headcanon fic like:

Headcanon: A romance between Soldier Boy (Ben) and a Hispanic/Latina woman of color would include...

Because that^ is my frame of reference, being that I'm Cuban, Puerto Rican, and Dominican. 🇨🇺🇵🇷🇩🇴 (Hence the Midnight Espresso-verse. And speaking of, Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!)

**Even “Hispanic/Latina” is generalizing, because there are many Hispanic/Latino ethnicities with unique aspects to their cultures that can make them very different from one another other, even if you keep the setting as America/New York within The Boys.

In general though, here are my thoughts:

Headcanon: Soldier Boy (Ben) romancing a woman of color:

She could be a good foil for him, not just helping him adapt to modern society, but broadening his horizons to her culture and her world, especially if she's a normal person (non-supe).

She would most certainly challenge him. If she's black or Latina, for example, I couldn't see either one putting up with Ben's misogynist bullshit. She doesn't have the time or the patience, no matter how damn attractive or charming he is.

If he's tenacious enough to pursue her (likely seeing her as a "challenge"), she would help open his eyes to what "a real man" actually is -- reliable, responsible, and a good man.

(Not just that BDE. 🙄)

She could help him see past his white privilege. Especially by showing him her culture, and how she navigates the world is much different to how he navigates the world, not just as a famous superhero, but as a white man who's gotten to be where he is because his daddy came from old money.

If she cooks (or if her mother, aunt, grandmother cooks, as in many black, Hispanic/Latino, Italian, Asian families), she could open up his horizons that way too with different kinds of cuisines that he probably hasn't encountered before. 👏🏽

This would also appeal to that more traditional aspect he'd probably enjoy, of having a woman cook for him lol. Though she would remind him that having someone cook for him is a privilege and a kindness and a way to show someone you love them, not a right that should be expected.

She could also help him see how food and family is pretty entwined in a lot of cultures for ethnic/racial minorities. It could give him a new outlook on what "family" actually means.

Gah! Now you're making me want to write an actual Soldier Boy story with a woman of color. 💕

(Disclaimer though: I'm very careful of not writing for voices that aren't "mine" when it comes to race/ethnicity/cultural minorities, unless I know enough about it through either personal experience or research.)

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@fandom-chic - Masterlist

@venus-haze - Masterlist

@deangirlsstuff67 - Masterlist

@mostly-imagines - Masterlist

@whatareyousearchingfordean - Masterlist

@avanatural - Masterlist

@negans-lucille-tblr - Masterlist

@impala-dreamer - Masterlist

@syrma-sensei - Masterlist

@boxesandrings

@mtr-amg

@justadram - fanfic tag

@ben-barnes-is-my-husband

@talesfromlissom - Masterlist

@disturbedbeautywrites - Masterlist

@homicidal-slvt - Masterlist

@marvelwitchergilmore - Masterlist

@minefield-of-a-ninja & @thoughtslikeaminefield - Masterlist

@hintsofhoney - Masterlist

@tom-whore-dleston - Masterlist

@rizlowwritessortof - Masterlist

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - Masterlist

@nesnejwritings - Masterlist

@coffee-obsessed-writer - Masterlist

@heavysighing-dreamyeyes - Masterlist

@cevansbaby-dove - Masterlist

@embarrasingmf - Masterlist

@raz-writes-the-thing - Masterlist

@caystar13star

@fierypen37

@dollfacefantasy - Masterlist

@lamentationsofalonelypotato - Masterlist

@iriel3000

@spnbaby-67

@bullet-prooflove - Masterlist

@lila-lou - Masterlist

@thing-you-do-with-that-thing - Masterlist

@jayankles - Masterlist

@itsqueenofchains

@romancingromanoff

@queen-of-deans-booty - Masterlist

@sofreddie - Masterlist

@justagirlinafandomworld - Masterlist

@vivilove-jonsa

@periwinkle39

@figthoughts

@cheynovak - Masterlist

@hischrrypie - Masterlist

@stxrrylunatic - Masterlist

@anundyingfidelity - Masterlist

@kittykatknits

@oberynmartell - Masterlist

@elvensorceress - Masterlist

@starfilmz

@deanwinchesterswitch - Masterlist

@emeraldcas

@stusbunker - Masterlist

@supernaturalneurodivergentwolf - Masterlist (1 | 2)

@eclecticqueennerd - Masterlist

@apocalypseornaw - Masterlist

@herstarburststories

@lilacliquors - Masterlist

@one-more-offbeat-anthem - Writing list

@sinnabonka

@you-cant-spell-subtext-without

@justsmilestuffhappens

@waywardxwords - Masterlist

@thisisapaige - Masterlist

@fazedlight - Masterlist

@quietlyimplode - Masterlist

@sethsclearwater - Masterlist

@ineedmorefanfics2 - Masterlist

@chaoticdean - Writing list

@galaxycastiel

@ellen-of-oz - Writing list

@tearsofgrace

@gnbrules

@shadowtriovibes - Masterlist

@babygirlwolverine - Masterlist

@crashdevlin - Masterlist

@roonyxx - Masterlist

@sams-sass - Masterlist

@imagineteamfreewill - Masterlist

@supernaturalfreewill - Masterlist

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@wormstacheangel

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@bloodsigilsandpie

@starwarsprincess1986

@woodswit

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@orchid-heart

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[anundyingfidelity]

❝I'M A RUIN❞ MASTERLIST & FIC MEDIA

Summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader

☕ if you like my writing, support me with a ko-fi !

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

get yourself in the taglist!

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @soldirboy @deans-spinster-witch @girlsforpjm @delaynew

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX

📖 read on ao3 !

🎧 spotify playlist here !

🔅 moodboards

author note: so i'm a little bit rusty with photoshop and that cover took me forever because i wanted to do more but i guess i'm just making a separate masterlist for this series now to include stuff i do for this fic. :) thank you all who've been reading! ^^

SOLDIER BOY & SPECTRUM PROFILES

© carsonin on deviantart for the templates.

BANNER

made by me in an impulse, kinda like it tho.

[killerbananas]

Staccato

Erwin knows how to pull your strings just right.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 180 wc | afab!reader x Erwin

Warnings: smut; dom/sub tones, rough sex, implied no protection, ??lmk

AN: this is my first writing I've posted in literal years 🥹 pls be gentle. This sort of leans gn? Marked afab to be safe.

His hands eclipse your hips, begging shades of purple to bloom as he grips with the strength that cuts down his enemies but pulls you together again. The staccato slaps of heated passion build a rhythm that plagues your subconscious with rushed heart heat. The breath escapes from your lungs in blissed huffs. The way he tugs you back, firm to his chest, changing the angle and reaching down between your thighs to drive you mad...

It drives him, hearing your breathy harmonies, makes him twitch while he's wrapped up inside of you. He adores pulling every single melody from your chest, orchestrating blinding crescendos as he hits the exact unfurling pattern that undoes you from the inside out.

You'd applaud the performance if you could simply will your boneless body to cooperate, but it's all you can do to stay upright with his help as he finishes inside of you, drawn to your warmth and pulsing hearth. His contentedness sings in the aftermath, touch gentle in a way one wouldn't expect, paired with baritones that calm your racing body.

Taglist: @aotwarriorsimp @alexpro-nwn @animediplomat @antoxsmith @armoredpotato @aviinnit @beffjurky @casuallyck @cherrxs @dearbaji @erwinsbaby @eyesucket @fairypiku @fandomficsobsession @fujoneshi @holographicceo @hinasakuino @interfectio-mortales @kenryug @koulakoukoula2003 @kxkyuu-main @lavenderdaisyhoney @mybadluckshouldmakemefamous @chaotic-nick @nathalunalune @notgoodforlife @arsonszn @pockcock @poursomesunaonme @scouts-stuff @seychellse @shigarakiapologist @downbadpie @soaringmirror @sparklekitteh @stigandr-the-cat @syrma-sensei @reiners-milkbiddies @tiffanyy-21 @theinariakuma @tonaken @torapologist @touyyes @we-are-so-close @witchycamisado

[midnightstar-90]

Fanfic Suggestions

This is a masterlist of all the fanfics that I have read and give a "10/10 Would Read Again" Rating. I love these writer's works, and I believe they deserve the recognition. They inspire me and my writing, and I am truly thankful for that.

I am incorporating both Tumblr and Wattpad Fanfics. If it has a user, it's a Tumblr writing, and no user is a Wattpad writing.

Hope y'all enjoy ❤️

🔥- 18+/Mature | ☔- Sad

Scream

Lovers Lane (C.M.M) 🔥

@msgorillagripcoochie's About You Fic (C.M.M)

@n-slayaaaaa's Calls I Can't Make Fic 1 2 3 (E.L) | (C.M.M) 🔥

DC Comics

Knight Wolf and Little Robin (J.T)

Lost Cause (J.T)

Control (C.K)

@tinkerbelle05's Maybe We'll Get Through This (J.R)

@asonofpeter's Where You Go Masterlist (J.R)🔥

@oneshots-heaven's The Motel Room Masterlist (D.G)

Vampire Diaries | Originals | Legacies

The Original Daughter (E.M)

Cursed Witch (K.M) 🔥

Damon's Daughter (D.S)

Avatar

@avatarkv

@cryinginthemoonpool's A Forgotten Birthday ☔ (Sully Family)

Harry Potter

Infinity (F.W) 🔥

Evermore (S.S) 🔥

Endgame (S.S) 🔥

Stranger Things

Ho Hey (E.M)

Julie & The Phantoms

Somethin Stupid (R.P)

Boy Meets World

Capsize (S.H)

Oscar Issac + Characters

@melodygatesauthor (O.I)

@sweetly-yours-and-mine (O.I)

@bastardmandennis's Pretty When You Cry (J.L) 🔥

@ivystoryweaver's With You Masterlist (Moon Knight System)

@mooooonnnzz's Miguel O'hara & Daughter Action 1, 2, 3, 4 (M.O)

Moondust (Moon Knight System)

@m00nsbaby's Why Won't You Love Me? (Moon Knight System)☔

@lockleysfav's Haze (M.O)🔥

@januaryembrs's Last Knight In SOHO Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@bastardmandennis's Even If It's A False God (M.S)🔥

@ohmystaxk's Goodbye, My Dear Stranger Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@alwritey-aphrodite's I'll Be Back Again To Stay Masterlist (S.G)🔥

Marvel

Pistol (H.B)

Freaks | Runaways | Heroes | Humans (P.M)

@anonymousewrites's Portal To My Heart Masterlist (L.L)

Shadow & Bone

Stain of Red (The Darkling)

@midnightlilium's Reborn Masterlist (The Darkling) 🔥☔ * Not as explicit as other content on this app*

@kasagia's I'll Be Back For You Fic 1 2 (The Darkling) | (K.B)

@moonlightgrisha's Moon Summoner Masterlist (The Darkling)

Actors

@yawneneteyam's All Things Connected Masterlist (J.F)

@babybluebex's Bad Idea, Right? (J.Q) 🔥

IT

@anxiouslymalicious's Losers Club Plus One Masterlist (R.T)

New Girl

A Summer's Day (N.M) 🔥

Bridgerton

@bosbas's Love In Bloom Masterlist (B.B)

@nikkisheep's To Be Alone With You series (A.B) 🔥 1 2 3

@bellatrixscurls's Arranged Marriage (A.B) 🔥

@bellatrixscurls's Exquisite Weather Today, No? (A.B) 🔥1

@fayes-fics's A Beneficial Arrangement (A.B) 🔥

@marwritesgood's Illicit Affairs (A.B) 🔥

@dreamwritesimagines's Enamored Masterlist (A.B)

The Second Born Bridgerton & The Second Born Bridgerton's Wife (B.B)

@homeofthepeculiar's I Know You So Well Masterlist (B.B)🔥

Criminal Minds

@dr-spencer-reids-queen's Criminal Minds Series Rewrite Masterlist (S.R)

@fortheloveofwonderland's Me & You & Everyone We Know - Masterlist (S.R)🔥

Jensen Ackles + Characters

@zepskies's Take Me Home Masterlist (B.A)

@zepskies's Masterlist (Jensen + Characters)

@luci-in-trenchcoats's Home Sweet Not Home (J.A)

@lamentationsofalonelypotato's You Call It Madness But I Call It Love Masterlist (S.B)

@anundyingfidelity's Blood, Sweat, & Tears (B.B/S.B)🔥

@syrma-sensei's Hush Hush Behind The Shield (S.B)🔥

@anundyingfidelity's I'm A Ruin 1, 2, 3 (S.B)🔥

@wayward-dreamer's Pillow Talk (S.B)🔥

@princessmisery666's Please Don't Leave (J.A)

The Rookie

@xxchumanixx's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/J.N)

@chiefdirector's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/Chenford)

@fluentmoviequoter's Rookie Masterlist (T.B)

Percy Jackson Series

@woodlandwrites's Mind Over Matter (L.C)

[deanbrainrotwritings]

2024 !

another year passes, and I’m still, only obsessed with Dean, awesome 😃👍🏻

I started off writing silly stories for school and for myself since I was a kid, and I always got praise from teachers and my family, but I never thought I could do actually anything or that anyone would like what I write

turns out I was wrong ! which is great, lol. writing is everything to me, as are the fictional characters I write about. (damn, I know I write Dean the most, but I have daydreams, and WIPs of other characters 😭)

there are so many writers who have inspired me, so many blogs that have made me laugh, and so many readers that have kept me motivated to continue writing. I’m so grateful.

I was 11 when I started writing for supernatural and doctor who (to myself), never brave enough to put myself out there. [even though my stories were a bunch of ridiculous nonsense half of the time]

I’m 21, which doesn’t feel any different from my previous ages, lmao, I’m still so… raw and unstable, not gonna lie. But I’m happy? Somehow. I feel ancient, and tired, and kind. It’s the strangest thing. And writing has really helped me out in a million meaningful ways, and so has supernatural (up until 15.20), but anyway… I really truly appreciate all of you, even if we’re not mutuals, even if we never talk

I hope you all have a wonderful, truly amazing year, that everything goes right, and that you all stay or become happy.

seriously, have a virtual slice of my birthday cake from when I turned 12. ya know, since I’m 21. (my birthday’s in december, and I was born in 2002, hilarious, so many 2s and 1s) <333333

off the top of my head, I want to thank ya’ll for a variety of reasons :

@kaleldobrev @k-slla @zepskies @impala-dreamer @jawritter @talltalesandbedtimestories @freakwiththeknifecollection @justletmereadfanfic @saradika @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @kittenofdoomage @syrma-sensei @deans-spinster-witch @cafekitsune @jackles010378 @deanwithscissors @deansbbyx @deanwinchesterswitch @theimpalatales @thestruidora @jacklesversebingo + all my readers (++everyone that i have ever interacted with, lmao) <333

[wysteria-clad]

The Space between us

paring: Jake Lockley x fem! reader; established relationship with the moon boys

a/n:

no plot, just vibes

wanted to write something angsty with papi, but not too much angst

genre: fluff but also bit angst

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"I'm weak," he lies down on the bed, lying comfortably between your legs, resting his head on your tummy. He was tired. He was tired of being strong all the time. And wanting to put that shield down for a while, made him question his strength.

Why did you even love him anyway?

"Hey, wanting to rest is not weak," you stroke his hair, you feel him relax under your touch immediately.

He turns his head down, avoiding looking into your eyes.

"It's okay to want to live and not to be on survival mode all the time."

He avoids your intense gaze. You are right. But he didn't know how to live outside of the survival mindset. And that sent fear into his being.

"Baby, look at me," it wasn't a command, but your tone is firm, yet gentle enough to encourage him that meet your eyes. "You deserve to be happy too."

Before you came into the picture, he never realised he couldn't even fathom that he can live outside the protector role he assigned himself. But with you, he learned there is a better way to live, and not just simply exist. But he didn't want to voice his fear out loud, he was afraid of taking up space, to want things for himself, and not only do things for the sake of keeping the system safe.

"Just because you are strong enough to endure the pain doesn't mean you have to," you lift his head up gently making him meet your eyes.

How long was he waiting for someone to utter those words to him, especially by someone who genuinely cared about him? His vision becomes blurry with tears as blinks them away.

It was a simple truth, but hearing you say was everything to him.

The vulnerability he shows to you in that moment, makes your heart clench with love for this man.

He can rest for while, he can want gentleness and good things too. You loved him, all parts of him—the good, the bad and everything in between. He can experience and feel your love without guilt or pain gnawing at him.

"I love you," your lean down, your nose almost brushing his. You voice is soft. "It's my choice. I choose to love you," you stroke his cheek with your thumbs.

You didn't love him cause you took pity in him, like an unwanted, broken doll hidden and lost on a farthest shelf in a store. No, you choose to love him, you saw every broken lines in him and it didn't make you flinch.

Your confession sent a welcoming serenity to Jake's heart—it's quiet and puts his entire being into a warm and safe bubble of love.

He would always admire your patience, your gentleness with him. It was one of the things he loved about you. You provided him the safe space to be vulnerable, to be himself. He didn't put up a shield around you. He can just be himself and exist all in his beautiful, imperfect glory, and you loved him for it with your entire being.

Jake realised that even though he didn't know how to let his guard down, he had you. He doesn't have to do this alone. You are with him to show him how. And for now that was enough for him.

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Taglist:

@twwcs @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @fayes-fics @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @devilish-mirage @syrma-sensei @gaymistakeboi @scarabgrant @mintpurplemnm @kittiesluvyou @luke-o-lophus @nana1000night @this-is-me1 @thatdummy-girl @vinsevena @hot-mess-express1 @hotbisexualmess @fandxmslxt69 @beaxtrice @ninebluehearts @moonknightwifey @i-still-dont-like-your-face @toracainz @damnzelsoul @bitchyglitterfox @21stcenturycirce

[syrma-sensei]

Somewhere In Your Heart Masterlist

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!reader.

Rating: Explicit.

Setting: In the early 80s

Warnings/Tags: angst, PTSD, psychological themes, smut, sexual abuse (not Ben), Ben's foul mouth, misogyny, racism, power imbalance, power abuse, blackmailing, antiquated mentality...

Summary: Soldier boy lives through the ennui of his peak, but everything is about to change when he has a shift in his heart.

Chapters:

★ Chapter One: Tenderly.

★ Chapter Two: A New Window.

★ Chapter Three: Mirrors.

★ Chapter Four: Unmasked.

★ Chapter Five: A Man's Property.

★ Chapter Six: The New Famous Couple.

★ Chapter Seven: The Scandal Date.

★ Chapter Eight: Coming soon

Taglist: @thebiggerbear, @zepskies, @deanbrainrotwritings, @deansbbyx, @deans-spinster-witch

@venus-haze, @kaleldobrev, @k-slla, @ketchupjasmin, @demodemo909

@mystic-mara, @jqtaro, @pepsicolacoochie, @bitchykittenconnoisseur, @prurose

@leavli, @robertthehoover, @soldiergrimes, @vanessa-boo, @uddiifiigj...

[hrhbella]

Week of 12th February 2023

Her Royal Highness is pleased to share works read between 12th February 2023 and 18th February 2023. Please contact us through this link with concerns of being taken off this list. * signifies a theme present in the work for individuals 18 years of age or older

Total works: 25

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[House of the Dragon, 100s]

>> Targaryen, Aemond > DON’T TELL NOBODY by @spideymatcha > don’t think about it, my love by @insxghtt > Dragonless by @sansaorgana > echos of your name inside my mind*; [one sided Aegon Targaryen x reader] by @spaceycowboys > A Father’s Love by @drakoneve > Flight by @ruby-dragon > Milk* by @aemonds-war-crime > The Other Woman*; [multi-part, on-going?; incest, Uncle!Aemond x Niece!reader] by @bichachonacho > [1*], [2], [3*], [4*] > A Rain of Fire*; [Lannister!reader] by @itsmeimtheproblemitsme > When Pride Married Prejudice*; [multi-part, completed; Velaryon!reader] by @queers-gambit > You’re his*; [sister!reader] by @squirmhoney

>> Targaryen, Daemon > To the Lands of Old Valyria by @lillianastras > A True Victory*; [Lannister!reader] by @syrma-sensei

[Game of Thrones, 300s]

>> Targaryen, Viserys > Worries of an Arranged Marriage by @sj-thefan

[Harry Potter, 1990s]

>> Malfoy, Draco Lucius > Hope by @siriusblackstwin

[MARVEL, 2010s]

>> Barnes, James Buchanan “Bucky” > Choices*; [multi-part, completed; James Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers x reader] by @andreafmn > [1], [2*], [3], [3, version II]

>> Rogers, Steven Grant “Steve” > Choices*; [multi-part, completed; James Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers x reader] by @andreafmn > [1], [2*], [3], [3, version II] > Religion* by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 > Steve* by @assembletheimagines

[Suits, 2010s]

>> Specter, Harvey Reginald > Not a Disaster After All by @band—psycho

[💚 Authors 💚] *Below are authors Her Royal Highness has read in excess. She hopes you all visit and read through their works, new and old.

> @lovelybucky1

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[venus-haze]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Thank you so much Syrma! I appreciate you🖤

My new bookshelf came in today which is earlier than it was scheduled! Since I have a long weekend I'm gonna try to put it together and get rid of my old one

I just made plans to get dinner with one of my friends next week. I haven't seen her in a while, so that'll be nice to catch up!

My moka pot

Any time I get to travel! I'm gonna try to use Amtrak more this year because I'm over airports lol

Whenever someone notices a little detail in my writing! I got a comment on my Sonny Corleone fic on AO3 that made my day in terms of that

🦇 Battie

[holylulusworld]

Reblog for tags.

Dean/Jensen Forever Tags  

@lyarr24​

@akshi8278​ 

@spnfamily-j2​​

@irmcpar​​

@negans-lucille-tblr​​

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@wykkedwitch

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@liloxclu

@wirdbeimaufhebengebunden

@creepzeyecandy

@kiki13522

 @deansonlywife

@pank0w

@curlycarley

@evilunicorns4minions

@emerza

globetrotter28 

esposadomd

@hauntedwitch04

@sunshine1035

@buckybarnessweetheart

@chriszgirl92

@vmpz8sauceee

@lecwife

@whatsup-200

@xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx

____

Soldier Boy Tags

@lessons-of-red, @syrma-sensei

The Boys Tags

@Leigh70 

@fallen-wolf22

@lyarr24

@akshi8278

@stephv213 

@sexyvixen7

@jojoesq

@black-rose-29

@morpheus-zion-au

@creepzeyecandy

@deansonlywife

@pank0w

@globetrotter28

@esposadomd

@hauntedwitch04

@spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

@chriszgirl92

Diddle the skittle

Summary: Soldier Boy is getting on your nerves.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Warnings: arguments, SB being SB, talk about masturbation, nakedness, implied smut, language, dirty talk

A loud crashing noise keeps you from testing your new toy. You were done with foreplay and riding your favorite pillow.

Right when you were about to tease your clit with the new vibrator you bought you get disturbed. Typical. Why does the world hate you? You can’t even get off without something happening.

“Fuck…what the fuck!” You exclaim loudly, hastily grabbing your pillow to cover your soaked cunt when none other than Soldier Boy, Vought’s new poster boy, stands in your bedroom. He stares at your bare chest, licking his lips as you try not to scream.

A supe just stumbled into your apartment and it would be impolite to not offer your help. Maybe he’s in the middle of a fight or the world is ending while you're trying to get off.

“Fuck, sweetness,” he drops his shield to the ground before stepping toward your bed. He stares at you with an intensity that you start to squirm. “I believed you were in danger and burst through your window only to find you with a toy?” He cocks a brow, expecting you to apologize for distracting him.

“What? I—what?” You huff, frustrated because you didn’t get off, and have a broken window now. “I didn’t call for help or shit. Can a woman not try to get off without a supe jumping through her window?”

He snorts. “You whimpered so loud that I had to come to your rescue. I can’t let a pretty dame diddle that skittle on her own.”

“Diddle what?” You frown. What the fuck is going on? Soldier Boy just burst through your window and now he’s talking in tongues. “I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“You know.” He grins and steps closer to your bed to snatch the pillow out of your hands. He sniffs at it, groaning as it smells like your pussy. “Flick the bean like a needy slut.”

“Sir, if I flick my bean or not is none of your concern! I didn’t scream for help, nor was I doing anything wrong. I was in my bedroom trying to relax. You can’t just break into a woman’s home only because she wants to get off!”

He smirks darkly while palming the prominent bulge in his pants.

“Sweetness wants to get off,” he hums and dips one knee into your mattress. “How about we throw that toy out of the window, and you’ll get something better?”

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[zepskies]

I found your blog a couple of days ago and ever since I‘ve been gobbling up every piece of Dean Winchester stuff you’ve ever written! 😫 Your writing is INCREDIBLE. Just wanted to say that. Thanks for putting your stuff on here so we all get to enjoy it! Hope you have a great day/night and wish you all the best for the upcoming year! ✨

Wow!! 🤩 Thank you so much, lovely! 💖💖

@soluswolf I hope you're having a great day as well! I just came home from my cousin's wedding, so I'm doing great. I'm a sap, so I love weddings. 💗

And I'm very happy that you've found me and are enjoying my stories! That truly means so much to me every time I hear it.

Because yes, I do write for my creative expression, but I do also write hoping that others in similar situations feel heard and seen, not just entertained.

Sorry, I'm a little emotional right now and am about to be effusive and thankful for a bit...

Since we're getting closer to 2024, I've been reflecting. I think I've probably written about 200,000+ words in the past year alone.

It's more than I've had the creative energy to produce in a long time, and that includes the two and a half years in grad school. (Though to be fair, one of those years was 2020 lol.)

But I genuinely don't think I would have written half as much if not for the wonderful support and feedback I've gotten on Tumblr and Ao3.

To all the amazing people I've been able to "meet" and interact with on here (shoutouts below), your kindness and encouragements have helped me — whether you knew it or not — through stress and grief and moments of apathy, and times where I didn't feel passionate about my craft.

I've also had my original book set aside for a while because I literally didn't have the mental strength to be creative. Jumping into Tumblr has revived that passion for me.

I think it's also made me a better writer (practice makes progress, after all). And for sure, it's made me richer in friends. 💕💕

Happy New Year, everyone!!

I'm going cautious but optimistic into 2024. 💫

**Special thanks to these lovely people for being so kind and inspiring to me this year:

@thatonewriter15 @chernayawidow @venus-haze @deans-spinster-witch @winchestergirl2 @waywardxwords @iprobablyshipit91 @deansbbyx @kaleldobrev @luci-in-trenchcoats @deanwritings @deanwanddamons @deanwritings @deanbrainrotwritings @deanwinchesterswitch @writeroutoftime @vanillawhiskeyflavoredkisses @jessjad @wayward-dreamer @kazsrm67 @syrma-sensei @violetlilysunshine @k-slla @jackles010378 @iamsapphine @roseblue373 @spnwoman @spnexploration @rizlowwritessortof @pieandmonsters @spnfamily-j2 @lacilou @ladysparkles78 @mimaria420 @stoneyggirl2 @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @justagirlinafandomworld @pink-sparkly-witch @leigh70 — and I'm sure many others. 💜💜