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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Fall For You 🌸❤️

Summary; After Nancy breaks his heart for the last time Steve has enough and decides to branch out of Hawkins with you and Robin at his side, Travelling in a Winnebago.

Nights stargazing, camping and Steve seeking comfort in you lead to more... Your feelings deepen. You just don't know if he feels the same.

Warnings; angst, fluff, comfort, fwb relationship, smut, 18+, minors dni.

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Pls consider reblogging, liking, etc if you enjoyed this ❤️✨

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It happened again.

Nancy had chosen Jonathan again. It's not like he shouldn't have expected it. How many times had it happened now?

He thought that after all the shit that had happened in the Upside Down that things would be different.

"It's always been you Nance," he told her about his fantasy involving her, the Winnebago, six little nuggets.

It wasn't enough, he felt like he wasn't enough, the same horrid sense of not being good enough fills him, like how he felt when Nancy and Jonathan got together after him and Nancy broke up.

The two main saving graces he had was Robin and you.

After staying a while to help with rebuilding the town after the earthquake caused by The Upside Down and Vecna's destruction by El, the three of you had left Hawkins.

It was just for a little while, to travel, see a bit more of the world outside of your little town in a Winnebago.

You and Robin were close anyway, just finished senior year together and you grew close to Steve since all the shit that went down last year.

There was a huge double bed in the camper van. The three of you took turns using it or would use the bunk beds, and talk well into the night.

It was a little awkward when dates were around, usually when one of you would bring a date home the remaining two would camp out under the stars to avoid any awkward encounters.

Well that being said there hadn't been much practice on that rule yet.

"Let's all camp out together. It's a beautiful night" Robin announces excitedly as she holds the hand of her date Elise who's very sweet, and adores Robin already.

"Yeah, it's romantic if you're on a date" you point out and Robin smiles and nudges you along beside Steve.

"You and Steve can look at the stars together, come on it will be fun. Ghost stories, roaring fire, pretty sky, Steve already got the tents and fire set up"

Buoyed by her enthusiasm you nod.

"Okay, okay. I'll get the marshmallows" Robin looks so delighted and it's nice watching her be so happy with her date and in general.

"Okay, okay" you join Steve who smiles at you.

"Hey, honey, guess we're a twosome tonight huh?" he motions you to sit on one of the logs that surround the fire, it's getting even darker outside and slightly chilly.

Robin goes first telling spooky ghost stories, anything that happened in Hawkins is off-limits, you're all trying to deal with the trauma entailed with what happened the last few years.

The four of you have flashlights and take turns in telling a story each, Elise's story is truly terrifying, a real story about the woods you're all in and a double murder.

Steve notices that you're shaking and he wraps his jacket around you, you give him a grateful smile.

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When you get in the tent there's just the one massive sleeping bag.

"Take the bed, I'll get some blankets, sleep on them" he assures you and you pat the bed.

"We're adults Steve, think we can share the bed and keep our hands to ourselves" you tease and he nods, turning his back as you get changed into your night clothes, he keeps his boxers and shirt on.

There's a funny tension in the air between you, it's been hanging around for a while now and you don't know what to make of it.

Steve is handsome, very handsome you've always thought that, the butterflies in your belly are new though.

Steve glances at you, noticing your furrowed brows.

"You okay sweetheart?" how can you tell him that just him laying beside you is giving you butterflies?

"Mmm," he props up on his shoulder and you know he doesn't believe you, his hand touches your shoulder, thumb grazing over it sending tingles over your body to your horror a small moan escapes your lips.

"Um, that was. I uh" you stammer but barely finish as Steve's eyes darken.

"That moan all for me honey?" you're pretty sure your brain goes haywire as Steve moves closer.

"What if it was? What are you going to do about it?" the words fall from your lips and Steve smirks, his lips meet yours and you kiss hungrily, he pulls you onto his lap and his hands cup your backside.

"Steve" you sigh as he kisses your neck, sucking at the skin, your hand's fist in his hair and you rock against him.

"Shit" he groans and you feel how hard he is, he takes off your nightshirt and strokes your cheek.

"You're so beautiful, do you want to do this sweetheart? We can stop if you want to?"

"Don't stop, I want this, do you?" he kisses you again.

"Fuck yes"

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When you wake up your body is entwined with Steve's, he kisses your neck as he wakes up and you turn to him meeting his lips.

"Steve that was" amazing you say in your head and Steve seems to read your mind.

"Mindblowing, it was a one-time thing though right?" he caresses your cheek, your stomach sinks a little bit but you nod.

"Yeah, one time".

It's a lie that you both tell yourselves until it happens again a few nights later.

And the night after that. Sneaking around so Robin doesn't notice. Stealing moments together, Steve buried between your thighs or you riding Steve until your both spent when Robin is out buying groceries for you all or exploring.

It's just sex though. You know that Steve still loves Nancy, sometimes he says her name in his sleep or you hear him mention missing her to Robin.

It sends ice through your veins and you try to hide how much it does hurt. Of course, he still loves Nancy, he's not gonna fall out of love with her in the space of a few months is he?

That's the crux of your first argument, you spend all day ignoring his flirty gazes, trying to fight these feelings that are brewing up inside you, as close as you are with Robin she's equally as close to Steve so you can't mention your feelings to her either.

It's annoying you that you can't switch these feelings off, bury them away and when Steve comes up to you while you're preparing dinner you are still brooding.

"Hey, you've been off all day? What's going on?" you shrug.

"I'm fine. Just because I don't want to have sex with you, Steve doesn't mean I'm in a mood or something. Maybe I don't want to be used you ever think of that?"

His eyes widen. "Use you? We've always been clear about what this is. I don't hear you complaining when I'm balls deep inside you"

His words make you fume even though he's right and you concentrate on dinner.

"Yeah, I'm very clear this is just a friends with benefits thing, Steve, so that means I can go on that date with Aaron then?"

Aaron was a guy you kept bumping into when you were in town, He was nice, funny and he had asked you out earlier this week.

At first, you said you'd think about it but if Steve doesn't care then maybe you should say yes. Steve's eyes flash dangerously and you wait for his response.

"Fine" he snaps irritated and stalks off.

Fine? He was fine with it. So it looks like you were going on a date tonight.

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Robin could sense a weird energy in the air ever since your date Aaron had come to join the three of them for hot chocolate and smores.

Steve was currently brooding and had been overprotective and tense since Aaron arrived.

She doesn't know what's going on. Every time Aaron touches you Steve stiffens.

He must be jealous. So does that mean he likes you? When did that start happening? She's confused, very confused and vows to keep an eye on things closely from now on.

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Steve tries to ignore the burning feeling in his gut but he can't, he's pissed and every time Aaron touches you it sends pulses of anger through him.

You laughing at the dickhead's jokes makes him even more irritated. He's relieved when the guy leaves.

As you're getting ready for bed he corners you, gently tugging at your arm.

"How did the date go?" he asks you and you shrug.

"It was fine. He was fine" Steve scoffs.

"Fine bet he got your panties wet at being just fine huh?" you roll your eyes. Could he be more obvious.

"Oh, my god. You can't even admit that you're jealous, can you?"

"You think I'm jealous of that douchebag? As if he can pleasure you like I can" his hands rest on the wall, at your sides.

"Arrogant much?" you huff and he leans closer to you twirling your hair around his fingers.

"No, I just know you, honey, I know what you're doing. Like you think that shithead could bother me?"

"Aaron asked me out on a second date I told him no but if you don't care then..." His jaw tightens and he gently tugs at your arm and a growl escapes his throat.

"I want you to tell that douchebag to clear off, you want the truth? I am fucking jealous and the thought of him near you drives me crazy alright"

Robin is out like a light on the sofa snoring loudly so he takes your hand and leads you into the bedroom.

It's risky, Robin could wake up at any time and you could be caught but that doesn't stop him from kissing you, hitching you up so your legs wrap around his waist and he fucks into you relentlessly against the wall.

You stifle your moans by burying your head into his shoulder, biting down on it. Waves of pleasure rock over you as he stills, a guttural groan issuing from him as he comes.

Breathing heavily he rests his forehead against yours.

"Tell him no please" he murmurs as he strokes your cheek.

"Why?" your heart is racing as you wait for his answer.

"Because I'm jealous and because you're mine"

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Something between you and Steve deepens after that night, your conversations last through the night, him lying in your bunk with you as the sun rises and you've both had no sleep but are smiling nonetheless.

Baking attempts with Robin that go awry as you attempt to make mega brownies and Cookies.

Movie nights where you fall asleep nestled into his chest after the credits roll and he and Robin continue talking.

The first time the two of you tried to have shower sex and it was so not how the movies showed it to be, though the two of you ended up breathless with laughter.

Listening with a smile on your face as he manages to communicate with Dustin via walkie talkie and his parting words melt your heart.

"Henderson? I miss you know" His eyes light up as Dustin says the same and you nearly tear up because their brotherly bond is so sweet.

Nights like tonight stick in your mind as you lay with him and Robin laughing at the names you make up for each star.

It's when Steve is grinning at Robin and his eyes catch yours, all soft and full of warmth that those three little words enter your head.

I love you. Stunned you get up, stumbling a bit, mind racing. Shit! Shit! Shit!

"You okay?" Robin asks you looking worried and you nod, faking a smile.

"Uh yeah, headache, think I need to lay down" you reassure her and Steve gets up.

"Do you want me to come with you?" you shake your head.

"Nah, stay out here with Robin. I'll be okay" You practically race inside and urge yourself to calm down.

Those three words were a timebomb, now that you knew how deep your feelings were you were screwed.

Why the hell did you have to fall in love with him when he could still love someone else? Would you ever compare to Nance in his eyes.

"It's always been you Nance" he told Nancy that, there was no use telling him how you felt because he wouldn't feel the same way you did.

It was a catch-22 because you didn't want to stop this thing you had with Steve but you didn't want to get your heart broken either.

What the hell were you going to do?

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Steve joining you in bed wakes you at around four am.

"You feeling better honey?" he asks you as he kisses your hair.

"Not really" you mumble and turn around so you can cuddle into his chest. His heartbeat speeds up and you peer up at him.

"Your hearts beating really fast" he chuckles as you say this.

"Hmm, Sure it has nothing to do with the beautiful girl in my arms" The words are lovely and to your horror tears pool in your eyes, shit you needed to get a grip.

"Hey, he soothes what's wrong?" you make something up, tell him it's just your head but you can tell he doesn't believe you, he does pull you back down to his chest.

"You can tell me anything sweetheart. Is something bothering you?" the tears keep coming.

"I'm falling in love with you" His breath hitches as the words spill out and now they are out you can't take them back.

"What?" you sit up your stomach sinking, he runs his hand through his hair and you wait for his response and wait.

"Jesus... Honey, I... We" he stops and starts and you look away as the tears keep falling.

"It's okay, you still love Nancy, I know. Maybe you should go, Steve. Maybe we should stop this...us" He startles, swallowing hard as he stares at you.

"Stop?" it causes you pain you've never felt in your life but you give a firm nod.

"I'm not Nance, I'll never be Nancy or compare to her and I can't keep breaking my heart hoping you might feel the same, whe you don't"

Robin comes in at that point, chatting excitedly about a meteor shower, she freezes as she sees your tears and the look on Steve's face.

"Robin can I bunk in with you tonight?" you ask her and she nods as you race into the room and cry out all the tears.

"What the hell is going on?" you hear her question Steve and you borrow under the covers blocking out their voices and letting the pain take over.

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It's quiet, too quiet as the three of you have breakfast. Robin keeps looking between you and Steve and you figure he filled her in on what was going on or maybe she already knew deep down.

You hate this, the tension. This should be fun for Robin, fun for you and Steve but now it's awkward.

Maybe things would be easier for Robin and Steve if you went home for a little while. Just until things blow over?

Until your heart stops feeling like it's been split in two. What can you do though? You can't force Steve to feel the same way, he doesn't and you have to accept that.

With that decision in mind your head to your room and use the phone to call your parents. Turns out they are on holiday with their friends but you figure you could crash at home for a few days.

"Honey, you should have called sooner you could have come with us," your mother tells you.

When the conversation is done you head back out to tell Steve and Robin. Steve isn't there when you go to the kitchen and Robin explains he's went to clear his head.

"Uh. I'm gonna head back home for a little while" Robin's eyes widen.

"What no!! You can't. We're like the three musketeers, we can't split up. I get why you and Steve didn't say anything about what was going on, though to be honest I'm kinda hurt you didn't"

"We should have. I'm sorry Robin. It was just all so confusing and happened so fast, I fell in love with Steve and it's just a mess" She rushes over to hug you tightly.

"He's the world's biggest dingus" You smile at her words, you know she doesn't mean them she's just upset.

"I'll be back before you know it, I promise you" She still looks sad but perks up a bit, you squeeze her arm and begin to pack your heart heavy.

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Steve returns from his walk and finds Robin looking upset, he feels guilty for not saying about his relationship with you and made sure to tell her everything last night.

It still doesn't stop him from feeling guilty for keeping secrets though, she is his best friend.

"She's going back to Hawkins just so you know," Robin tells him and she takes his hand.

Something cracks in Steve's chest or at least it sure feels like it.

"For good?" he can't imagine not seeing you, the thought makes him feel sick.

"No for a little while. I don't want her to go but maybe it will be good for her. Maybe she might meet a nice guy or something, we can become a foursome on the road"

Robin's words hit Steve hard and the thought of someone touching you, making love to you, calling you his tightens the knot in his stomach.

He's not stupid, he knows how he feels about you but he's scared of getting so close to someone again because he's fallen for you more than he ever did Nancy and it's terrifying.

"You love her don't you?" Robin squeezes his hand and he nods.

"Yeah, I do" she looks exasperated.

"Then stop being a big dingus and go tell her or you'll regret you never did" he swears and gets up.

"Do you think I don't want to? I do but I'm terrified okay? Terrified because I'm in love with her, way more than I've ever loved Nancy and you know how much I loved Nancy, I'm scared I'll just get my heart stomped on"

She softens. "So you'd risk losing the person you pretty much just admitted is the love of your life because you're scared? I get it love is terrifying at times but it's also beautiful and sometimes you just need to suck it up and grab life by the balls" She looks confused. "At least I think that's the saying"

He smiles as she pats his arm.

"Don't lose her because you're scared Steve" He takes a deep breath and then heads to the bedroom knocking on the door.

"Can we talk?" he asks as you stop packing, you agree and he sits beside you.

"I don't want things to be awkward Steve, maybe if I go away for a bit then when I come back we can go back to normal"

"Back to normal? Just friends you mean?" you confirm this and he shakes his head.

"No, I don't want you to go anywhere and I don't want us to be just friends" This stops you in your tracks.

"Steve" you begin to say but he cups your face tenderly with his hands.

"I love you, sweetheart, I love you too" Your lip wobbles and you choke out a sob.

"I'm not Nancy though, I know I'll never measure up to her" he scoffs and looks deep into your eyes.

"No, you're not Nance. You're the love of my life and what I feel for you is more, so much more than what I felt for Nance, she was my first love, yeah but I want you to be my last"

He's crying softly now too and you kiss him, and he's kissing you back gently, then he moves to kiss your forehead.

"Stay" he pleads and you nod throwing your arms around him. Robin peeks her head around the door.

"You're staying?" she asks hopeful and you tell her yes through tears. Happy tears.

"Thank god! Now come on I need help making the pancakes" Steve stands up gesturing for your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Come on, step to it lovebirds" Robin calls and you and Steve exchange grins as you head back into the kitchen to join her.

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n smut #Steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington

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kennysbirthday · 2 months

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Vertigo

A Cot3 travelling circus au, with a touch of magic ✨ (Written for the Lockwood & Co. Big Bang 2023/2024!)

The living and the dead have always spoken equally to Lucy, and she doesn’t know where to focus any more. When disaster strikes at Jacob’s Travelling Circus, Lucy flees to London. There, she stumbles upon the world famous Fairfax Carnival, and falls back on an old con that her mother made her do as a child; swindling punters as a fake psychic. Lucy is content to blend into the background and be just another carnie, but when Annabel Ward, the trapeze star, disappears overnight, Lucy is forced into the spotlight in to a role she told herself she’d never do again. Add to that Lockwood's unhappiness about her getting a star act over him, and stopping the inspector investigating Annabel’s disappearance ratting her whereabouts to Jacobs; Lucy’s too distracted to even notice that the voices in her head are leading her right to the heart of the problem. She can’t ignore the signs forever, and when the mysterious figure lurking inside her crystal ball starts giving warnings about George and the Carnival’s secretary, Joplin, she and Lockwood must work together to figure out the dark secret behind the carnival’s popular attraction; the Hall Of Mirrors.

Welp, it's here, my fic posting day!! Chapter one is up, and the remainder of the fic will follow very soon (when work and health issues stop kicking my ass this week)

I want to give an absolutely massive shoutout to my teammates, @radishwizard and @ayeaye-capn. You two have both figuratively and literally been my rocks thoughout all of this. Without you two, this fic would not be possible. Thank you 💕🎪✨ The lovely tent illustration is what you'll see at the top of every chapter on ao3 with the chapter number, and was made by Radish, who also made a spectacular poster for the Fairfax Carnival!

And as always, all the love towards the organisers of @lockwoodandcobigbang2023, whout whom this event wouldn't have been possible. As I've mentioned in my art posts, you guys dragged me kicking and screaming out of an art *and* writing block, and I'll forever be grateful for that 💕

To anyone reading this; feel free to come yell in my dm's with me about this fic if you so wish. I've put so much love into creating this au and world, and I'm so excited to share it with y'all. I hope you all like this weird, niche, and oddly specific au as much as I do!!

#lockwood & co #lockwood and co #cot3 #l&co big bang #lucy carlyle #george karim #anthony lockwood #jay writes things #lockwood & co netflix #lockwood and co big bang

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vimara00 · 1 year

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just passing by, what if our dearest darling reader finally got to escape from the hold of the "bad" yandere men but you know, felt life is a little lacking without her yandere shigaraki and finally understood why she should had just stayed with him instead of trying to refuse plus she knows that shigaraki loves her and he is alone so she worries for him so... now reader will have to crawl back from where she came from explain it to him and tell him how much she love him.

I didn't know you were from Argentina that's amazing

- Anon 04-04

Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ I received this request from an anon and thought it was a great idea to write about it! Thanks anon for requesting 💕 Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: Yandere content and fluff?

It's been three months since I ran away from Shigaraki's hold. I had been with him for seven months till I saw the chance to scape when the league had a meeting with other villains. At first I thought that I could go back to my old life but the chances of Shigaraki finding me again were too high so I moved to another city and kept a low profile. I didn't asked for the heroes' help as I knew the villain would killed them if I did.

The fist week I enjoyed my freedom to the fullest; I went to the park for walks, went to the cinema or to eat alone at restaurants. However, there were times where I found myself thinking "He would've enjoyed this movie" or "He would've loved this certain place" and, as the days passed, it felt strange not to have him around. On Fridays, we would order take out and watch romantic animes he didn't like but watched just because I liked it and I would end up falling asleep on his arms. Since escaping, I couldn't fall asleep without him so, in order to sleep, all I could do was grabbing a pillow and pretending it was him who I was spooning. Also, every morning I would prepared breakfast for two without realising and a sense of sadness would invaded me each time. I didn't know what to do anymore as I find everything boring; Was life before him this dull? Could it be that he made my days more interesting? It made me really angry that I missed him more every day after hoping to scape from his place for seven months and thinking about going back to his arms made me feel some kind of relieved. However, I stopped those thoughts before I grabbed my keys and leave because It probably was the stockholm syndrome talking and definitely not her being in love with him.

On particular day, I went to the store to buy something to eat and the cashier asked me out. I felt so lonely without Shigaraki that I thought it was a good idea to try to move on and find a reason to stay. So the next day, he took me to an arcade where he tried to win all the stuff animals but couldn't get any and we had ice cream sat on a bench while looking at the stars. It was supposed to be a romantic and intimate moment but, with all honesty, all I could think was how my Shiggy would've won all the prizes just for me and how I really wished it was him next to me watching the sky and not this poor guy who has been talking for fifteen minutes but I wasn't listening. He even took my hand on the way home but it wasn't the same; It wasn't Tomura's rough hand grabbing mine delicately with his pinky finger lift to not decay me. It weren't his lips whose kissed my cheek because if it were his, my cheeks would be blushing like they always do when he kisses me. I entered my house (it didn't felt right to call it home without him in it), alone, and went to find an old Tomura's t shirt (the one I scaped with on) and cry with it in my bedroom floor. I was hard to admit that I missed him but even harder not to be with him. That night, I cryed myself to sleep

My final straw was when, the next morning, I saw on the news that the league's hideout had been attacked by the heroes and apparently, Shigaraki had fought with them but his whereas remain unknown. Tears where rolling down my face without realising. I was so worried yet so scared that something bad had happened to him and I wasn't by his side. What if he died believing I didn't loved him and that I left him for it? I won't be able to live with that thought. I had to find him and make sure he was alright. I needed to tell him what I felt before it was too late.

It was hard to find their location but thanks to Toga answering my phone call, I did. I stood at the door unable to move as my thoughts were running wild and field me with insecurity. What if it was too late and he doesn't love me anymore? What if he is mad at me and wants revenge? Would he want to take me back after all this time? But all of it was interrupted as I was already opening the door. Some of the league members that had survive were hiding here and once I entered, everything got quiet. Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I'm only looking at him (Sorry, I had to put this phrase from Taylor's song hehe), he looked like he haven't been sleeping or eating at all and had many new scars. His eyes were locked in mines and he told everyone to get lost as he needed privacy. The room was silent again and before he could say anything, I said " I know you are probably mad at me and don't want to see me anymore but hear me out first. I need to tell you the truth! All this months I thought I wanted my old life back and that I missed it but once I got it, it was not what I was expecting because I felt that something was missing and that something was you. At first, I didn't want to admit that I cared about you but I realized that life without you had not meaning and if to have freedom I need to be away from you, then I don't want it. I want to be with you but not obliged this time, I want to do it because I love you" At this point my face was on fire and my eyes field with tears but so were Tomura's. He hugged me tight as if he was scared that I would disappear again, kissed my temple and whispered "I was so scared, thought you wouldn't come back to me. I know I'm not the best with words and defenitly not with emotions, but I want to say that I love you and I promise to never let go of you. I promise I'll protect you and to make you happy, just please stay with me" his voice break at the end as he cupped my cheeks tenderly and kissed me with so much love and affection. We stayed hugging each other for a while as I said "I would never leave you ever again"

While you thought you were so capable of scaping and "hiding" from him, he had already known your new location and even had cameras inside your new apartment. He had people following you, telling him what you were doing and remember the guy you went on a date with? Well, he has vanished from earth, Shigaraki made sure of it. He have you time to realised how much you need him and if you happened to enjoy your life without, he would've made sure you never see the sunlight as he'll keep you locked in his room. But you'll never know any of that.

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blueraineshadows · 10 months

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Hello! I have come to your page, and I am in love with everything you wrote! Especially the fluff/Nsfw happy family ones! Can I request something similar like that but with Amit Thakkar! It's your choice on how many and the names of the children/child :)) I'm here to support and love your work!!! 💕✨

Aww thank you so much for the support!! 💜

I was a little nervous with this one, I don't feel I know Amit as well, but I will give it a go. I hope Team Amit enjoy 💙 🌟

Amit Thakkar x F!MC - NSFW 🔞 fluff, smut

The soft, gentle tones of Amit's voice drifted from the bedroom as he read a bedtime story to Rian. MC was in her own bed nursing baby Isha, her fingers gently stroking the soft black hair on her head. She gazed down at her daughter, the love in her heart so powerful for such a tiny bundle.

She thought of her life before Hogwarts, an orphan in a London workhouse, and how the small minds of the people there would have shunned her for having a mixed race child. How could anyone not love the faces of her children? She had been truly blessed.

As she burped baby Isha, and settled her down in the wicker basket crib, MC smiled fondly at her memories of her courtship. How Amit had swept her off her feet with his quiet charm and thoughtfulness. He had made it so easy for her to fall in love.

Entering the Wizarding World had been an exciting but terrifying time, MC had found herself having to dig very deep to summon the strength and bravery to face all of her trials. Her friends had tried to help her, but it was Amit who provided a guiding light through it all.

He was her very own star in the darkness.

With Isha settled, MC went to the kitchen to make some tea. She liked to have a nice cup before bed. As the water boiled and she made up the pot, she heard the creak of the stairs and Amit appeared. He saw the pot on the table.

"Oh, lovely. I could do with a cup," he said. He yawned and stretched. "Rian had so many questions for me tonight, and he tried to talk me into one more story. He has quite the inquisitive mind," he said proudly.

"I wonder where he gets that from," MC smirked.

Amit came to press a kiss to her cheek. "He has your thirst for rule breaking though, don't think I haven't noticed."

MC gave him her most innocent smile. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

He slid his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. "You have a wild streak within you my love, it was part of the attraction," he said. "You were so wild and carefree, like some fairy tale creature who came to save us, and then you stole my heart."

MC glowed under his words and fiddled with the front of his shirt. "If you are trying to seduce me, Amit, then it's working," she smirked.

"Really?" His eyebrows lifted and his hands dared slide a little lower, over her bottom and hips. He kissed her neck again.

MC smiled. "Hmm, keep talking."

"Talking? Surely, there are far more fun and intriguing things to do with my mouth than talk," he murmured. He gently sucked at her neck, moving his mouth downwards, still sucking.

MC gave a little gasp, her head tilting to allow him more access. His hand dragged up her nightdress and he smoothed his palm over the skin of her thigh and hip. Amit was a very considerate and gentle lover, it was not often he did anything to surprise her. But he seemed rather fiery this evening.

"Are you feeling naughty, my love?" She teased.

He moaned in agreement and slid his hand between her thighs. "You are so beautiful, skin so tempting," he groaned. He slid two fingers inside her and MC felt her desire begin to spiral into a lovely burn. "I love how your body welcomes me."

He shifted and grabbed her about the waist, lifting her to sit on the edge of the kitchen table, pushing up her nightdress to expose her to him. He licked his lips, his eyes glazed with desire. "Amit!" She gasped, surprised.

He sank to his knees, gripping her thighs and buried his face into her folds, his tongue swirling and teasing. MC gave a quiet cry of surprised delight, her hands gripping the edge of the table. What had come over her husband? He was not usually like this!

As his mouth worked, sending shivers of delight through her, she tried to recall a time when they had done anything like this anywhere other than a bed. Amit was quite proper, and could be shy, sweet, when it came to sex. But this? Wow. And MC was certainly not complaining.

Her fingers reached to comb through the silky softness of his hair, her breaths coming quicker as she climbed to a release. As she shuddered around him, panting softly, she expected him to take her up the stairs. But he did not.

MC watched, amazed as he undid his trousers just enough to release the swollen shaft of his arousal. He lined up to enter her, right there at the edge of the table and she moaned as he filled her.

She let her head fall back, ready and willing for the familiar feel of him, but then had to grab the edge of the table as he began to thrust, hard. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him, at the intense look of lust on his face, the way his lips parted as he panted.

"Amit," she breathed. "My goodness!"

"Gods, my love," he groaned. He picked up the pace, his hands gripping and pulling her closer as he thrust again and again.

She was teetering on the edge of the table, the tea cups rattling in their saucers. She was breathless, aroused beyond belief at her husband's lust. Her gaze flicked towards the stairs in fear of waking little Rian, her ears attuned to the sounds of little feet. But they were not disturbed.

Amit climaxed, burying himself deeply inside of her with a groan. He wiped a hand over his face, beads of sweat had formed at his temples from his rigorous pace. "Forgive me, my love," he panted. "I was quite overcome with desire for you. I could not wait until you were abed."

MC pulled him close to press a soft kiss to his lips. She smiled, brushing her nose against his. "It seems I am not the only one with a mind for mischief," she whispered. "I quite like your naughty side."

He blushed a little. "You do? I was afraid you would think I was behaving like a rogue," he said.

"Oh, believe me, it was very roguish," she grinned. She kissed him again. "Maybe next time we can try it out with a different piece of furniture. What say you to that, my lovable rogue?"

His cheeks were blushing, but his smile was quite curious. "I say that might be a fine idea. But, may I have my cup of tea first?"

MC chuckled and held him close. "Of course."

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #amit thakkar #amit thakkar x mc #amit thakkar smut #blueraineshadows

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g0dspeeed · 3 months

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OC Interview

Tagged by @cassietrn 💕

Taggin' @strangefable , @noodlecupcakes , @la-grosse-patate , @ladyoriza , @voidika , @inafieldofdaisies , @strafethesesinners , @v0idbuggy , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @direwombat , @shallow-gravy , @simplegenius042 , @adelaidedrubman

CAPPIE DE LA COSTA

Name: "Wouldn't you like to know? Only like, three people know my actual name, and you ain't one."

Nickname: "Cappie. Because obviously."

Gender: She/Her

Star Sign: "Scorpio, I guess."

Moral Alignment/Personality: Chaotic Neutral

Height: 5' 7"

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Nationality/Ethnicity: "I was born in Yara. En El Valle De Oro."

Fave Fruit: Red apples

Fave Season: "Whatever that sweet spot is between Summer and Fall. I like a breeze when I skinny dip."

Fave Flower: "I just like wildflowers. Don't know all their fancy names."

Fave Scent: Amber, anything warm with a hint of spice

Coffee, tea, or HC: "Coffee with honey and cream. Fuckin' sweet as hell."

Average Hours of Sleep: "Never been a good sleeper, so I'd say about 6 hours, but with all this Eden's Gate bullshit, I just do drugs about it. Gone almost a week straight without sleep."

Dog or Cat Person: Dog

Dream Trip: "I wanna go back. You know, to Yara, 'cept without all the war and shit. I wanna see Eli all tan and, and safe. I wanna see a sunset."

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: "Satan. Okay, fine... Um, I used to really like all the old stories with Greek myths. All the gods, so high and mighty but just as fucked up as all the rest of us."

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: "I dunno. That's a weird thing to ask someone. Two?"

RANDOM FACT: "I have an ass tattoo. Wanna see?"

RIVER PALMER

Name: “River Stace Palmer, at your service.”

Nickname: Golden Boy, Rio (friends and family only)

Gender: He/Him

Star Sign: “What’s that?”

Moral Alignment/Personality: “Well, as the Golden Boy of the Whitetail Militia, I am nearly perfect.” (Neutral/Chaotic Good)

Height: 6’ 6”

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Nationality/Ethnicity: “Dad’s white. Mom’s Latina.”

Fave Fruit: Red apples

Fave Season: “Mm, a toss up ‘tween Spring and Fall. I like it when all the flowers bloom. Quite a sight.”

Fave Flower: Sunflower 🌻

Fave Scent: “My Dad’s barbecue, for real. Or I guess coffee in the morning?”

Coffee, Tea, or HC: “Coffee. With sugar.”

Average Hours of Sleep: “Mm, depends. If things are peaceful and my kids are mindin’, then maybe I get a good 7 or 8 hours. Probably only 5 or so on average.”

Dog or Cat Person: “Wolf. I got me one. Her name is Lady.”

Dream Trip: “Texas. It's where my Mom grew up.”

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: “My Dad.”

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: “Why?”

Random Fact: “Pfft, I hate these things. This whole interview is stupid. Um, shit, I guess… I’ve almost died three times? Is that interesting? No? Fuck off.”

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#oc: cappie de la costa #oc: river palmer

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holocene-sims · 2 months

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oc questionnaire tag!

i was tagged by soooo many people to do this tag, and i will most certainly get around to doing a few more of these, but @queeniecook suggested i do this tag for shannon, so i'll start here ❤️❤️ thank you for tagging me!! ✨

and for now, i'll tag anyone who sees this and wants to participate! but i promise i'll go back through and tag specific people once i remember who all tagged me and do another round of these 😊

NAME: shannon laoise o'reilly

she has very few pet peeves, but one of the biggest ones is people overreacting to her middle name for laughs and always having to walk people through figuring it out a billion times, even though it's said as simply as, "alicia without the first a!"

NICKNAMES: bug 🐞

bug as in ladybug because she has a very ladybug like appearance: freckles, hair color, height, and all!

GENDER: cis female

STAR SIGN: capricorn ♑

HEIGHT: 4'11"

ORIENTATION: straight

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: in all aspects, she's straight up irish 🇮🇪 her parents are both irish and she was born in cork, but she does have a second citizenship in america by virtue of her mother also being a dual citizen.

FAVORITE FRUIT: watermelon 🍉

FAVORITE SEASON: fall 🍂

FAVORITE FLOWER: dahlias 💕

FAVORITE SCENT: oddly specific but the cozy cashmere scent from bath and body works

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: tea 100%, now and forever ☕ shannon is repulsed by coffee to the extent that the smell makes her feel ill. as for hot chocolate, she's very much indifferent about it.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: probablyyyyy like 5 hours? she has a hard time turning off her brain to fall asleep. most of the time, she closes her eyes and then five seconds later, she's trapped in an ADHD-fueled desire to research stuff on wikipedia for the next two hours until she can't stay awake anymore.

DOGS or CATS: cats! she has a siamese cat named minerva. as for dogs, she has a serious phobia of them, like she will not be in the same room as one and immediately escorts herself out at the speed of light if she sees one.

DREAM TRIP: her dream trip was italy, but she's recently been there with colm for their very delayed honeymoon (which occurred sort of off-screen in the story lol). now she'd say her next dream destination is somewhere like france or spain.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: one blanket + a comforter

RANDOM FACT: she's writing a fantasy novel 📖 it's just very slow going because she's busy with her professorial responsibilities and research commitments at the moment, plus spending time with her husband now that they're living together again for the first time in years, but she means to publish it at some point!

#tag games #hlcn: oc info #hlcn: story extras #hlcn: shannon #y'all i miss writing for shannon </3 #i need to bring her back asap it's been months since she got a feature #like she wasn't in either of the last two updates

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enchantedchocolatebars · 6 months

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Fic request: Kid Philip reluctantly tries to make friends in the boiling isles and fails, later he finds the mirror of the Collector and releases him. The two get along pretty well and they become bffs. Collector flys Pip around the boiling isles and get into silly shenanigans like play pranks and scare the bullies who picked on Pip. Pip takes Collector to meet Caleb and Evelyn and asks if they can have a sleepover, of course they agree. The kids cheer and Caleb is proud that Pip finally made a friend.

Sorry if this is too much.

�� A Friend From The Stars ✨

(IT'S NOT [in response to your story idea being alot]. I just hope this is okay! 💕 <3)

@fullnewperfection

Little Philip walked down the forest floor sadly, with a hurt expression on his face and tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

He had tried his hardest to make friends in Bonesborough, but it was quite evident that none of the witches or demons who lived there were interested in forming a friendship with him.

Worst of all, he had been targeted by some cruel bullies in town who were much bigger than him due to his "unusual" ears.

It seems that some witches were not as friendly as his older brother had portrayed them to be.

Suddenly, the small boy stumbles over something.

"Ow!" Both Philip and another childlike voice squeaked in sync as Philip hit the ground.

Pip did not seem to hear the voice.

Slowly standing up, the brunette groaned as he looked for the cause of his fall.

Gazing down, he finds it.

The object was slightly protruding from the ground and appeared to be round like a disc.

"Huh? What's that?" The small boy asked himself as he approached the strange circular item with curious eyes.

After pulling the item out of the dirt, Philip raised it to his face and revealed that it was a mirror with a crescent moon drawn on it.

"A...mirror?" Philip blinked, tilting his head some.

A child that looked like a shadow suddenly showed up in front of the glass.

"Hi!" The shadow beamed in a bright tone.

Philip let out a small squeal of surprise as he quickly let go of the mirror.

"Ow!" The shadow yelped again, revealing that the childlike voice from earlier before belonged to him.

He began to grumble.

Man, did he wish that stupid mirror that he spent over a millennium in broke when it hit the ground.

The mirror is quickly picked up by Pip just as quickly as he dropped it. "Sorry!" He apologizes to the shadowy being that looked to be his age, brushing away the dirt from the glass.

"I didn't mean to drop you."

"Oh, it's okay!" The shadow giggled, an effortless smile present on his face.

"It didn't hurt that bad."

"Who...are you?" Pip questioned.

"You can call me The Collector," The Collector introduced himself with a wide, playful grin, slipping out of his mirror.

"Woah, cool!" Philip would beam, his blue eyes shinning bright at the shadow.

"Now, tell me your name!"

"It's Philip! Philip Wittebane!" Pip declared with an exuberant smile.

"Philip Wittebane?" The Collector laughed brightly.

"That name sounds super old, but also super fun! Wanna play a game? I would love that! We can play, play, play, all day! Do you like playing games? I love playing games! What's your favorite game, Philip?" The Collector pondered while hanging upside down.

"I like to play witch hunters! I also enjoy playing a game where you have to find and collect the most dead animals in the forest in under 10 minutes," He spoke, his smile mundane.

'Collecting dead animals?' The Collector thought. 'Woah, this kid seems like the strange and messed up type...I like him already.'

Once he's upright, The Collector commences speaking. "You seem like alot of fun, Philip. Wanna be best buddies?"

Blue eyes grew instantly at the offer.

"Yes!" Pip nodded without hesitation, eager to have a friend.

"Awesome! All I need is for you to free me from my mirror so we can play!" The Collector smiled.

"Really? That's all?"

The Collector gave Philip a nice nod.

"Oh, okay then! That'll be easy!" After placing the mirror on the ground, Pip took out his wooden sword.

As he raised his sword, he aimed it at the mirror and brought it down in the middle, causing it to split in two.

The Collector emerged from his mirror and appeared before Philip as a young child with pale yellow skin, short white hair, and a glowing crescent moon face.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I'm free, I'm Free, I'm FREE!" He cheered before snapping his fingers, causing a broad star-shaped object to appear.

Hoping on, he snaps his fingers a second time, and Philip's outfit transforms into a collector-themed robe.

"Hop on, new best buddy!" The Collector encouraged, with stars shining brightly in his red eyes.

Philip did precisely that.

"Get comfy, cause we're gonna have a great time! Are you ready?"

Pip nodded.

"Good! 3...2...1 blast off!"

The Collector's star soared into the sky, causing both boys to roar with joy.

As this song plays, a montage of the two boys flying around The Boiling Isles and engaging in silly shenanigans begins.

During it, they happily hula hoop in an unknown fire dimension, make friends with a three-eyed dolphin, play pranks on the people in Bonesborough, and turn the faces of the bullies who were bullying Pip into butts.

As the bullies flee and scream, the two boys snicker and exchange high-fives, bringing the montage to a close.

When Philip brings The Collector to meet Caleb and Evelyn, he asks if they can have a sleepover, which they agree to.

Caleb is happy to know that his baby brother now has a friend.

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larz-barz · 6 months

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✨ZENO ARAKAWA IS BAE✨💗💕

@kimetsu-chan

✨SATOSHI SENOMI IS BAE✨💕😮‍💨

@shycroissanti

✨RORY NIGHTSHADE IS BAE✨🥰💕

@aceofstars0

✨KAITO YASEI IS BAE✨

@sweetstarryeyedgirl

✨HIROYUKI KAJIWARA IS BAE✨

@tokito-dulya20

✨SEBASTION DELYON IS BAE✨

@shycroissanti

Blog rules

1. I’m a minor so no nsfw stuff in my inbox pls:)

2. A few of y’all already know this but I’m not comfortable with messaging so please don’t message me:)

3. No hate please! If you go anon and send hate and I figure out who you are I’ll block you.

Masterlist #2:D

Milo’s character sheet

Milo’s drawing reference

I’m sorry (Basil x Milo)

New Addition (GiYuMiLo)

Teaching an angel (Yuto x Milo)

A knight’s duty (Hachikazu x Milo)

Here for you (Satoshi x Milo)

My persona

Changes (Zeno x Kitari)

Unbearable news (Milo centered)

Your warmth (Hasuki x Milo)

You’re safe now angel (Kaito x Milo)

Comfort cuddles (Yuto x Milo)

It’s ok sweetheart (Obanai x Reader)

Opposite personality (Milo centered)

Sleepy kitty (Hikaru and Milo)

Kitari head-canons

It won’t go away.. (Zeno x Kitari)

Taking risks, saving lives (Milo in Mugen Train)

Updated Milo info post

Brother from another mother (Hikaru and Milo)

How I think Milo’s (hypothetical) death would impact the demon slayer corps

All lies (Yuto x Milo)

Meeting (Hasuki x Milo)

Stomach ache (Yuto x Milo)

Ice cream (Hachikazu x Milo)

Sleepy assistance (Hiroyuki x Milo)

My rp accounts

Argument (Yuto x Milo)

Safe now.. (Yuto x Milo) (part 2 of Argument)

Milo’s thoughts on the other hashiras

Darling (Zeno x Kitari)

Birthday stickering (Hikaru birthday fic)

Birthday struggles (Ayuna birthday fic)

Comfort in your arms (Yuto x Milo)

Sacrifice (Yuto x Milo)

Tanjmilo stories

Mistletoe

Destroyed

Lost bow

At fault

Guilt

Shock

Not an inconvenience

Requests

Soft ears (Obanai x Ayuna)

Strong enough (Shinobu and Leah)

Gingerbread house (Basil x Milo)

Library date (Basil x Milo)

First meeting (Obanai x Hanako)

Secret place (Muichiro x Kiyoka)

Katsaridaphobia (Obanai x Ayuna)

A helping hand (Ilona and Milo)

Calm down my love (Giyuu x reader)

Kitty comfort (Milo and big sister! reader)

Falling stars (Basil x Milo)

Wanting to forget (Muichiro x Koname)

Puppet show (Gyomei and Ames)

Silent comfort (Milo and big sister! reader)

Wingwoman (Basil x Milo)

Stress comfort (Ayuna x Obanai) (emergency req)

Comfort from little sis (Milo x older sibling reader) (emergency req)

Lost bow (Tanjiro x Milo)

Hide and seek shenanigans (Michika and Milo centered)

Already gone (Shiina and Milo)

Guilt (Tanjiro x Milo)

Overwhelmed (Zeno x Kitari)

Hide and seek shenanigans: part two (Michika and Milo centered)

Similar but different personalities (Milo and Haruta)

Plushie mischief (Milo and Ames centered)

#masterlist

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bi-buckrights · 8 months

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Fic Stats 📊

Thanks for the tags my loves 💕 @monsterrae1 @wildlife4life @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @loserdiaz

Rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words

Most hits: Kiss Me Before it’s Over (if only for a minute)

Evan Buckley is living out his childhood dream as the star hitter for the Philadelphia Phillies. He’s climbing the ranks, improving his stats with every single game – he’s unstoppable.

That is, until the Los Angeles Angels get a new pitcher seemingly out of nowhere. Known for his strong arm and tricky curve balls, Eddie Diaz is one of the few pitchers in the nation who consistently makes Buck strike out, and its infuriating. Even from the sixty feet that separate them between the batter’s box and the pitcher’s mound, the weight of Diaz’s gaze is enough to make Buck’s blood boil.

Because Buck doesn’t get nervous on game day, he never feels calmer than when he steps up to the plate with the bat in his hand – it’s where he belongs. But when he sees Eddie Diaz standing on that mound, his stomach flips and nerves spark across his skin.

Because if there is one thing Buck knows for sure, it is that he hates Eddie Diaz.

… Until he doesn’t.

Baseball au my most beloved

Second most kudos: you and me here (underneath the mistletoe)

It’s fine. It’s just a kiss under the mistletoe. It’s a Christmas tradition, and in this case, just a joke. Not a big deal. He can play along – his only other choice is being weird about it, which sounds too much like revealing his feelings. So, he swallows it down and looks at Eddie who is still standing frozen, staring up at the mistletoe hanging above them.

Buck forces an easy smile. “C’mon, I’m not that bad,” he jokes. The tension in Eddie’s shoulders lessens a little and he laughs softly. “No. No you’re not,” he admits. “So, what do we do?”

Buck shrugs, trying to remain casual. “I guess we just suck it up and French a little.”

Third most comments: Bottled Poetry

“You want to take me on a weekend getaway… to a winery… for Valentine’s weekend?” Eddie clarifies, his mind spinning as he thinks of a weekend away with Buck, just the two of them.

“I got the weekend deal for free, Eddie! We have to go.”

“But” Eddie protests. “It’s meant for couples,” he says cautiously.

“C’mon Eddie, that just means we’ll get spoiled to extra wine and deserts and maybe be upgraded to a nicer room with a complimentary bottle of champagne,” Buck argues.

The fake dating winery fic ✨

Fourth most bookmarks: Our Love is Like a Storybook Story

“Fetch me that pitcher.” He says softly, nodding towards the pitcher hanging above his head along with other kitchen appliances. Eddie doesn’t look away, taking slow steps towards Buck until he is so close that Buck can feel Eddie’s breath on his face. Buck’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest as Eddie reaches for the pitcher, leaning closer into Buck’s space to do so. This close, Buck can see flecks of gold, like honey, in Eddie’s warm brown eyes. Eddie lowers the pitcher, placing it gently in Buck’s hands causing their fingers to brush.

“As you wish.” It comes out as a whisper, and Buck feels lightheaded at the softness of Eddie’s voice.

Aka the princess bride au

Fifth most words: Sometime Around Midnight

Every moment Buck feels as if he loves Eddie as much as possible, and every moment he’s proven wrong by falling even more in love. He’s proven wrong again as Eddie shifts so he’s facing Buck, lifting his leg onto the couch so that his shin is flush against Buck’s thigh, bringing them closer.

“Buck.” Eddie speaks his name quietly, like its something precious. And Buck falls even more as Eddie captures his gaze in those warm, brown eyes.

or:

A series of miscommunication leads to confusion and mistakes, until everything finally becomes clear.

My first fic ❤️

Least words: you are my sanctuary (you are my home)

Eddie sits at the other end of the couch, a cold beer in hand, watching the rise and fall of Buck’s chest – a reminder that Buck is alive, that he can breathe on his own. Buck’s arm is stretched across the back of the sofa, as if he’s creating space for Eddie, inviting him into arms.

He longs to lean into Buck and hold him close, to rest his head on Buck’s chest and hear his heartbeat, to feel the proof of life. But Buck needs to rest; Eddie opens up the second beer, and lets Buck sleep.

or;

Eddie has lots of feelings about Buck dying, Eddie's couch is Buck's sanctuary, and Eddie is Buck's home.

Tagging @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @alyxmastershipper @heartshapedvows @spotsandsocks @911onabc @honestlydarkprincess @cowboy-buddie @disasterbuckdiaz @bekkachaos @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy

#buddie #buddie fics #my writing

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sanisse · 2 years

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comforting Elrond after Arwen's wedding smut (maybe breeding kink if you do that) dom female reader, please

(Also I can't wait to see what type of writer you are *squeals* - QueeenStarlight✨)

ELROND IS SO HOTTTTT, just had to say that. bye:))))))

Freaking yes. I love this man. He IS really hot 👀😏Thank you for the request!! 💗

Spice level (1-5): 🌶🌶🌶🌶 extra spicy!

Reader: fem she/her. Reader has a vagina.

Warnings/tags: penetrative sex, mild breeding kink, power dynamics & power play, praise kink. Blink-and-you-miss-it hand and finger kink. Reader is a pretty soft dom in this. 💕

Sindarin Translations:

Elig nín - my little star

Hiril nín - my lady

Meleth - love

Arimelda - dearest

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Catharsis - Elrond x Fem!Reader

As the sun sets on the coronation ball, Elrond retires early. You almost miss it, he sneaks out so effortlessly. The second you catch a glimpse of him winding through the crowd to step out, you take chase. He usually so loves parties. It’s almost unheard-of for him to leave one early.

The halls of the Citadel of Kings are white and solemn, almost tomb-like. Elrond is a specter floating through them. He doesn’t seem to notice as you follow him all the way to the rooms that the two of you are staying in until it comes time to return home to Rivendell. Elrond slips inside. The door falls shut. You wait a moment, debating. It’s clear he wants to be alone.

But should he be?

He’s been holding back tears all day. As much as he wants space, you’re reluctant to return to the party without at least checking on him. So, you tiptoe up to the door and slip inside.

Elrond sits on the edge of the bed you share, twisting Vilya around his finger, head bowed, tears streaking down his face in silver tracks. He doesn’t make any sound as he cries. The grief radiates from his body, seeping like creeping jackfrost along the Bond you two have between your souls.

Your chest twists. You cross the room to sit next to him, reaching over to still his restless hands.

“You don’t have to grieve alone,” you whisper.

He’s quiet, with his jaw clamped so tightly shut it’s as if he can’t trust his voice. Something else opens up in the Bond. The impression of a yawning chasm, like a great black maw, a pit of loneliness and sadness and pain.

You feel—rather than hear— him say, (that is the only way I know how to grieve).

Your own eyes grow hot and prick with tears. You lean over to kiss his cheek, then wrap your arms around him. He feels so…strangely small. Elrond is huge. Seven feet tall and pure muscle. But he feels impossibly fragile now.

You stroke his hair while he cries and ask: “Tell me how I can help you. What do you need?”

He doesn’t answer. He just shakes his head and buried his face in your neck.

“Sleep?” You ask. “I’ll be right here with you.”

It’s not the world’s most helpful suggestion, but he really does need to rest. The second he’d arrived in Minas Tirith he’d been unable to stop himself from jumping in to help with the wounded still recovering from the great battles that had raged these past few months. With the impending coronation and Arwen’s wedding, he had wanted to keep himself as busy as possible. He has a bad habit of working himself to the bone to escape his own feelings. He’s completely work himself out and you’re sure that now, when he can no longer run from the pain, the weariness is only making everything worse.

Elrond just shakes his head. “I cannot.”

You just sit there a moment, still holding him, trying to think of something. There is one small thing you can try. It works well when he’s overstressed at home, but you’re not sure if it’s the right thing to do here. It’s certainly not a long term solution by any means, but it could— perhaps— provide enough catharsis that he might at least be able to sleep.

Sometimes, Elrond needs to just stop thinking. To be taken apart piece by piece so he can get out of his own head for once.

You kiss his cheek again, still rubbing his back, then you pull back to take his face in your hands and offer: “Would it help to take your mind off things if I— If we just spent the night like we sometimes do? Would you like me to help you relax? To stop that whirring, clever brain of yours for a few hours?”

He has the wherewithal to blush, which is a relief. He isn’t so completely consumed. You offer him a little smile, waiting for his answer.

Elrond nods at last. He reaches up to take your hands and brings them to his mouth to kiss them. His lips are warm, a little wet from the tears that still leak from his eyes. It’s a tremulous, fragile thing: that kiss.

“Very well,” you say softly. “Take out your hair for me, elig nín?”

It’s always the first step. You watch as his slender, strong fingers unlace the red ribbons, then work their way up to the strange little knots exclusive to him, then through the rest of his hair. He shakes it out when he’s done. It falls midnight-black around his shoulders, glinting silver where the moonlight from the window catches it.

You lean in to kiss him. It’s a chaste, gentle sort of kiss. “Now, do mine.”

He lets out a shuddering breath and starts to unlace your style. There’s something about it for him —undressing others— that he finds soothing in certain contexts. In other games you play he can be a hungry animal, stripping away layers to get to his prize. Like this, though, there is something reverential in it. Deferential. He has never explained, but you wonder if it goes back to his days of service to Gil-Galad.

When he finishes with your hair, he helps you with the corset and party gown. Once you’re free of it, you pop the first button on his jacket and he takes the hint and strips down to his waist. You take the opportunity then to run your hands over the newly -exposed expanse of skin he’s offering you: heated, golden, silhouetted in starlight. His broad, strong shoulders, dropping to his trim waist, tracing up, up, up to brush your thumbs over his pebbled nipples. He arches into that touch, hissing.

“Lie back for me,” you whisper.

He obeys without hesitation, hair fanning out like a black pool of ink. You lean over him, tracing the waistband of his trousers, and ask, “Will you be good?”

He nods.

You go on: “I know you will. And part of being good is telling me if it’s too much. So be very good for me, elig, and tell me if you need to stop and we will stop.”

He nods again.

“I want to hear you,” you prompt sternly.

“Yes,” he whispers. “I’ll be good. I will tell you.”

“Yes what?”

He shudders beneath your fingertips, tilting his hips toward your hand, and murmurs: “Yes, hiril nín.”

It makes you ache, the way he says it. The way he’s looking at you. “Good,” you say, reaching to stroke his cheek. “You’re already being so good for me.”

He shivers again, eyes slipping shut, and turns to kiss your palm. Your pulse quickens. You pull away to shuffle up his body and lower yourself down onto his face. Elrond doesn’t need any prompting. He licks one long stripe over your cunt, then focuses in on your clit. The touch is electric. It’s so good, making your hips buck. You have to let out a long moan, which Elrond answers with his own— it bubbles out to vibrate against your skin and you gasp.

He is so, so, so good at this. And he loves doing it, loves tasting you, plunging his tongue in and out of you, sucking on your clit, loves it when you lace your fingers in his hair and pull, loves it when you grind down on his face until he can’t breathe, can’t be anywhere but here, underneath you, driving you toward your peak.

You come embarrassingly quickly with a sharp shout. Elrond’s fingers curl in the sheets— you haven’t given him permission to touch you. He just keeps working, sucking, drawing it out as much as you can until your head’s light and you’re so sensitive it almost hurts.

You sit back against his chest with a long, happy sigh. His face is wet and slick with you, eyes blown wide, so dark as he looks up at you with pure, utter adoration, and licks his lips.

“Well done,” you whisper. You feather your fingertips over his mouth and he whines and closes his lips around your fingers and sucks so hard it makes your head pound. He’s so unbearably pretty like this, his eyes burning for you, face flushed. And the noises he’s making as he sucks tell you he’s there— in that comforting little space where he’s not thinking about anything but you, but pleasing you— he always gets high-pitched and sweet.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth, slick with his own saliva, and reach behind you to slip beneath his trousers and take his cock.

He jerks. He’s so hard— this whole thing always gets him hard. You give him one rough pump that makes him choke, and you warn: “Be good.”

“I’m trying,” he whimpers with a wrecked little sound.

“I know,” you reassure, “I know you are, elig. But you can’t come yet. Is that perfectly clear?”

“Yes, hiril nín.”

You let him go and then shuffle back down his body to peel his trousers off him. He tilts his hips for you. You wrap your fingers around him again and give him a few more strokes. It’s a bit cruel— he’s so sensitive— but you love the way his face pinches.

At last, you take pity on him and settle over him once more, taking his cock and lining him up. He whines again— another high-pitched, desperate little sound— and then you sink down, swallowing him up.

He’s big. He’s so, so big. He always fills you up so perfectly. It can be hard to take sometimes, but tonight you go at your own pace until your bodies are flush together and he’s fully seated inside you.

You pin his wrists, drag your hips, and start to use him.

There’s something so intoxicating about holding the Lord of Imladris— bearer of the mightiest of the Three— down and fucking him.

He makes the sweetest little noises, tells you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, says thank you, thank you, thank you over and over again. There are tears building in his eyes— not from grief but from how overwhelmed and overstimulated he is— and still he’s good— he holds himself back— lets you take and take and take.

You come again with another shout. Elrond watches you with reverence, like you’re something holy— with such fragile adoration it hurts. His eyes have pooled with starlight, flecked with constellations. He’s so, so close to falling apart but he doesn’t beg. He doesn’t ask. He never does. He turns himself over completely to your pleasure.

You’re throbbing between your legs. You’re so wet, leaking all over him, absurdly sated. Every single nerve in your body sings.

You release his wrists and lean down to cradle his head, rubbing at the lingering silver tear tracks, counting the constellations in his eyes.

“Have I been good for you?” he asks.

“Yes, elig, yes, you’ve been so good,” you reassure, breathless. He’s rock hard inside of you, pulsing. He trembles like an earthquake but still doesn’t move, just lies there, waiting for whatever you’ll give him. You know he’d let you leave him like this if you wished it. You’ve done it before. Not tonight, though. Tonight you want to wear him out, you want to give him that rush.

You drag your hips again and he trembles.

“It’s alright, you can touch me,” you say.

He rests his hands on your hips. You brace yourself on your elbows, stroking his face, brushing back his sweat-slicked hair, and kiss him. He tastes of salt and yourself.

“Do you want to come inside me?” You ask, speeding. “Fill me up?”

He makes a choked, tortured sound, shaking as he tries to be good, to stay still, to let you use him. “Yes,” he manages. “Please—“

“Do it,” you command. “Do it, elig. You’ve been so good for me. Come. Come inside me— I want it painting my insides— want it dripping out of me— want you to fuck it into me— let go, meleth.”

He bursts inside you perfectly on command— hips jerking, unable to hold back (he apologizes, says I’m sorry, I can’t— you tell him it’s fine. That he’s been so good for you, letting you use him like this). It sets you off again, the feeling of him filling you up, flooding you with himself— you’re lightheaded and spinning, rocking your hips, drawing it out as much as you can because it feels so good— the bond between you two snaps white, then gold, as you hurtle together like concentric stars until neither of you know up from down anymore and you have to collapse against his chest.

Elrond’s breathless, shaking all over like a wet branch as he softens inside of you. You can feel his seed dripping out; you’re so full— just the way you both like it.

You kiss the side of his head, and reassure one last time: “You were so good. You did so well for me.” Then, “I’m going to hold you for a bit, then we’ll get you cleaned up. That wasn’t too much?”

He shakes his head, reaching up to run his fingers through your hair. “No, arimelda. Thank you so much.”

You smile and shift. You both have to groan as he slips out of you. Elrond reaches down to scoop up what’s dripped out of you and pushes it back in where it belongs and it makes you ache.

The moon is high, now, filling the room with pale light. You curl around Elrond and hold him for as long as he needs as your bodies cool. Get him some water. Clean him up. And finally, eventually, he drops off to a peaceful, restful sleep.

It isn’t a permenant catharsis, but for now it’s enough.

#Elrond #elrond x reader #elrond imagine #spicy #hurt/comfort

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galraluver · 1 year

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I got a cute idea for a Sendak x reader. It is a nice summer night, the sky is clear and the air isn't to hot or too cold. Just right. They are laying on a wood, suspended, outdoor swing and the reader is laying on sendak's chest asleep and Sendak is softly singing love songs.

🖤🖤🖤💜💜💜❤️❤️❤️✨✨

You're right, that is cute 🥰💕 You know that I love writing soft! Sendak fics, so this'll be super easy

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Sendak purred softly while he slowly swung on the large wooden suspended outdoor swing, his beloved human wife resting on his fluffy chest. Since it was a beautiful summer evening he wanted to spend time outside with his mate on their outdoor swing; the weather wasn't too hot nor was it too cold, just the perfect temperature, and the stars were beginning to show up in the sky. Ever since he fell in love with the young human woman nearly three years prior he changed in a way he never imagined he would before he met her, although he wasn't complaining because it meant he got to have a cute little wife who could be feisty sometimes. That evening in particular (Y/n) wanted to watch the sun go down with her husband and Sendak wasn't going to deny her of any cherished moments of their marriage. Right as the sun went down he knew that his wife was about to fall asleep, but he didn't want to go back inside of their house yet because he wanted to spend more time with her outside.

(Y/n) loved spending time out on their wooden swing with Sendak; it was one of the simple pleasures in life that neither of them would ever take for granted. They lived in a large house on a planet she couldn't pronounce the name of in a secluded area which meant there were no close neighbors, although she was fine with that seeing as she was married to Sendak and people usually hated him considering what he did in the past. The gentle rocking motion of the swing and being pressed against her lover's body made (Y/n) feel relaxed and sleepy. With a gentle breeze rustling the leaves on the trees and the long grass on the ground accompanied by the sound of a few cricket-like insects chirping it was the perfect romantic setting for the couple to enjoy, just the two of them for the time being. (Y/n) wasn't quite asleep and she wanted to hear her husband sing a soft love song; she loved hearing him sing even though he didn't do it too often.

"Sendak, sing me a song." (Y/n) quietly requested while she glanced up at his face, her gaze meeting his.

"What would you like me to sing, little one?" Sendak queried with an equally quiet tone, his ears perking up when their eyes met.

"Looking for romance." (Y/n) mumbled dreamily, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she looked at him with a starry-eyed look.

"If that's what you want me to sing, then I will." Sendak responded with a loving tone, feeling his heart beating faster in his chest before he cleared his throat and started singing in a soft tone.

"I bring you a song, and I sing as I go. For I want you to know, that I'm looking for romance. I bring you a song, in the hope that you'll see. When you're looking at me, that I'm looking for love."

"I'm seeking that glow. Only found when you're young and it's May. Only found on that wonderful day. When all longing is through. I'm seeking that glow. Only found when a thrill is complete. Only found when two hearts gently beat. To the strains of a waltz that's both tender and new."

"I bring you a song, for I'm seeking romance. You're by my side, there's a moon up above. It shines with a light that's so mellow and bright. It's easy to see that tonight we shall fall in love."

"I bring you a song, for I'm seeking romance; and you."

While Sendak was singing the old love song (Y/n) ended up falling asleep on his broad chest; not because it was boring, but because she loved the way he sounded when he sang so beautifully. No one in the entire universe would expect Sendak, the late Zarkon's favorite commander, to have a gentle side when it came to his significant other because only (Y/n) got to see that side of him. As Sendak finished singing he felt emotional and he could feel that a couple of tears of happiness had escaped his remaining eye; he couldn't help it, though, because of the tender moment he was sharing with his wife. When he looked down and saw her sleeping the ex-commander felt a warm feeling in his chest, loving the sight of his much smaller mate sleeping on his chest with her fingers tangled in his fur. (Y/n) breathed slowly while she slept on her husband's chest without a care in the world, knowing he would always be there for her.

"You're so beautiful when you sleep, little one. I'm grateful that you changed my life after we met. I love you." Sendak whispered so that he didn't accidentally wake her up, lightly caressing her back with the backs of the fingers on his right hand.

It was as though she heard him, and she did, but after Sendak finished speaking a slight smile appeared on (Y/n's) face. Sendak decided to stay outside for a while longer so he could look up at all the stars and two moons in the sky, basking in the gentle blissful feeling he felt during that beautiful summer night. He decided to quietly sing one more love song to her before he carried his significant other to bed, although it was an ancient galran love song that he managed to remember after living for so long. With (Y/n) peacefully sleeping on his chest Sendak felt overwhelmed with love for her, knowing he made the right decision when he decided to stop Zarkon from destroying everything in his path. Sendak eventually got up and carried (Y/n) to bed, making sure she was comfortable before he let himself fall asleep; he slept curled around his wife that night, holding her close to him because of how much he truly loved her.

#Sendak #VLD Sendak #Sendak x Reader #Galra #Sendak x Reader Scenario #Commander Sendak #Scenario #SFW Scenario #SFW #Voltron #VLD #Voltron Legendary Defender #Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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main masterlist V

Critical Role - multi-party kiss writing prompts // Bells and CK kiss + confession // multiparty mistletoe kisses // the parties being sick //

Vox Machina - revealing vampire fangs to them // rejecting their love //kitty cat antics // gift as a love language // Percy’s twin likes Vax // Vax + pastel pink lover // Vax’s “flirty” s/o // Percy + Vax forget s/o birthday // calm significant turned protective // Vax and easily sleepy s/o // y/n + Percy and Vax headcanons // Vox Machina baby holiday // Percy fluff + letter // Assassin!reader + leap of faith // dressing up for fancy event // Percy + getting turned into a statue // TINY ONE sees Orthax // Reader who is a WolfWalker // Percy + reader wholesomeness // Percy w/ modern!reader // Party with a werewolf!reader // whispering confession to them // the party + Cass & Archie w/ s/o and kid // VALENTINES HEADCANONS 💕// silver or gold? - Percy falls for a gunslinger // soulmate mark + Vax & Percy // expressing love // Scanlan being sweet fic + fluff headcanons // Percy and Vex + Black Canary!reader // “You” + crush romance reveal //

Side characters - Kashaw headcanons //

Mighty Nein - Caleb + s/o similar background // teen + found family // Polycule with Fjord //

Bell’s Hells / Crown Keepers - dariax & Ashton + accidental kiss // there was one bed // losing your memory + Vox Machina //

Castlevania - characters + dhamphir // helping s/o with anxiety // Trio with s/o singing // Trio + forgemasters w/ Little One // the men with a Bayonetta!reader // characters + modern!reader with a pool // CV crew + barbarian!reader //

Dracula - NSFW and SFW yandere // cuddling headcanons // kissing Dracula // jealous Dracula //

Alucard - Alucard ANGST // whisper love confession + other CV guys //

Hector - THING companion //

Styria Council - morana & striga + werewolf!reader //

A Christmas Carol (2022) - MY LADY, THE ARTIST

Assassin’s Creed - Arno’s twin with two suitors // Haytham + Shay’s sister!reader // part 2 // PART 3 // Vampire Haytham fic + headcanons //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon - phantom of the opera Aemond // love languages + MCU Namor // Aemond drabble // creature of darkness

Arcane Series (TV) - Ekko w/ painter!reader

The Dragon Prince - Soren falls for a moonshadow // reader is a WolfWalker

Star Wars - kissing as a distraction

✨GENSHIN IMPACT ✨ - Diluc 🍺 + s/o // part 2 - crying because they’re not “single” //

Monster romance(s) - satyr romance

Dragon Age - everyone likes Carver’s ex // fenris and Anders liking you //

Dragon Age Inquisition - mage reader in disguise // crew + an Umbra witch // inquisitor has a twin // Solas s/o + reincarnation //

Dragon Age Origins - Morrigan’s sister + everyone //

Pirates of the Caribbean - the captain and the witch //

Blood of Zeus - meeting Hermes // Olympus + hero!reader //

Marvel - Namor - mutant!reader who joins with Namor // kissing headcanons // dating (sort of) + jealous headcanons // cuddling headcanons // knowing me, knowing you //pregnancy headcanons // ALPHABET SMUT + FLUFF // not strong enough // SUN AND MOON - 5 times to kiss you // Namor smut - Worship // inbox request FIC // Namor + Wakanda youngest sibling // PART 2 - NAMOR + Wakanda sibling // WEDDING AND MARRIAGE HEADCANONS // Namor + reader with battle scars //

Tolkien/LoTR/The Hobbit - Bilbo’s daughter + the party //

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runninguplenorahills · 1 month

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Lenora you’re back!!!!!💕💞💕💞

How have you been?

Heyyyy✨🌞

I’ve been doing pretty great honestly. I got through my finals and I actually did quite well :)). I didn’t take the biology exam though because holy fuck I can’t even do simple math and we were supposed to do crazy equations, no calculators allowed💀. So yeah, didn’t study at all and woke up in a cold sweat like three days before the exam and quickly set myself on inactive because I would’ve definitely fucking flunked it. But English went great, got one of the best grades out of the entire course for my presentation I was sweating buckets over beforehand, linguistics went well as well and the rest was just pass or fail and fortunately I passed but I’m still waiting on a feedback for my pedagogy portfolio. Speaking of waiting, I spent weeks in February working on my art portfolio and applied for art school and I’m waiting for a response to that, too.

I also finally read “The song of Achilles” but it sadly didn’t earn its place next to my favorites, like, it was actually only three stars for me if I’m really honest. Currently I’m reading “Persuasion” (I’m about half way through) and that books actually pretty great but the first like 80 pages are just like, set up lmao. But after that it quickly gets better!!! I haven’t continued reading in a couple of days though which I should absolutely do soon because the new semester starts in two weeks and then idk how much time I’ll have to read. I’m actually taking British and American literature classes in the new semester which I’m pretty excited about!!!!

Oh boy, I also finally watched s5 of Miraculous and the alternate universe Paris special and the movie and bro, s5 was an absolute dumpster fire…. Actually fucking insane. But the Paris special was kinda entertaining lol, and I can’t lie…. the movie was pretty good. Like… it was honestly great hahahah. I also watched Cars btw! I have watched the first part before but never the rest and then my sister wanted to watch Cars so we did and yeah, Cars is amazing ofc. I also finally watched But I’m a Cheerleader which was all over the okays but it was funny and I loved the ending. I’m trying to remember what else I watched but I don’t remember anything else… hmmm… Oh!! Omg, I watched Christopher Robin and I didn’t not except that movie to be as good as it was. I was in genuine tears over fucking everything and yeah, very enjoyable. I also watched The Sixth Sense which was good, did not see the plot twist coming though, Like, spoiler! I literally remember thinking “oh.. so he survived I guess” when it says “next fall” like a fucking idiot 😭. I don’t think I watched any other movies though.

Wait, I also read the entirety of Jackson’s diary on webtoon and it was a fucking roller coaster.

Other than that I’ve been hanging a lot with my friends, especially those who moved to another city for university. There’s this café we always and in the past two weeks we’ve gone three times and you can borough games to play and we usually play scrabble which is always sm fun!

Oh and holy shit, I turned fucking 20!?!?! Absolutely batshit insane, I cannot believe it.

Also, I just kinda left tumblr very like, impulsively because I had finals coming up and thought it’d be distracting, but also, tumblr tends to suck the life out of me sometimes so I thought taking a break would be worth it either way. After finals where over I then had to work on my art portfolio and I have a huge procrastination problem so I stayed off tumblr because I knew it would make it worse and so I just left and didn’t reply to anyone, which, I’m sorry, I missed you and the other mutuals so much but I also don’t think that many people even noticed that I took a break in the first place. Anyway,I’ll probably dip when Uni starts again as well but I thought it’d be nice to catch up with y’all before that happens.

How have you been doing :))💓💗💓💗💓

#mail to lenora hills #very long very ramble had to guve you all the updates #it’s almost 4 in the morning like… that’s why i took a break from tumblr 💀

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