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#AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART
marsmad · 2 months
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"Jared Leto you freak me out" I bet he was wondering what he was going to say 🤣💖🤣💖🤣💖🤣💖🤣💖
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vntildavvn · 2 years
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Meet the Counselors , Abigail Blyg
shy , creative , nervous , quiet
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elliebean714 · 2 years
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heyy!! how is it going? I'd like to request an until dawn scenario where Mike is flirting with the reader in order to annoy (not in a bad way) Sam, the reader's girlfriend. Something cute like a protective and caring Sam would be perfect :(
thank you!
Ooooooohhhhhh yeeyy! That sounds super cute! Sam Simps, come get your juice!!! 🔔🔔🔔💗💗 kinda short but I like it any way.
Hands Off
Sam Giddings x GN!Reader
Fluffy Fluffy Goodness
Pre-Game
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"Hey Y/N!" Mike called out across the hallway, obnoxiously. He'd seen them with Sam, and he loved teasing Sam, the way she became super defensive and protective every time he did it was always really funny. To him at least, Sam never saw the humour. Y/N always thought it was cute how possessive Sam became every time, she made them blush profusely with all her sweet, yet sharp, words of love. "You're looking real hot today, you know that babe?" He winked 'seductively'.
"Yeah, I do know that, Sam's told me that a lot. And not just today, she tells me all the time." Y/N smiled at Sam.
"Good, she's damn right." He looked Y/N up and down whilst biting his lip.
"Okay Mike. Thanks for tryna hit on my partner. Always appreciate that. But Y/N have somewhere to be so if you'll excuse us." Sam interjects, grabbing Y/N's wrist gently and leading them away.
"Loving the view Y/N!" He called out as they left.
"Shut up Mike!" Sam yelped.
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At lunch, Sam met Y/N at their locker. Y/N kissed her cheek as they placed their things in the locker.
"How was class babe?" Sam asked, playing with their hair softly.
"Eh, it was okay. How 'bout you?" They smiled, looking into her soft hazel eyes.
"Boring, kept thinking of you." She responded as the pair started walking towards the cafeteria. They duo bought their food together.
"Mike better not flirt with you, I sware to God." She says through her teeth as they approached the table all their friends are sat at.
Josh laughs with Beth and Chris, Ashley helps Matt with his homework, Jess braids Hannahs hair. Sam takes a seat next to Hannah, Y/N sits next to Sam, leaving two spare seats free on their other side.
Sam and Y/N begin eating and chatting with the rest of the group, smiles are shared throughout the group.
"What's up party people!" Mike calls out as he joins the table, Emily attached to his hip. He took a seat next to Y/N, much to Sam's dismay. She placed a hand around their waist and pulled them closer to her.
"How you doin, gorgeous?" Mike flirted, blowing a kiss in their direction and winking.
"They're doing fine Mike." Sam quipped.
"Oof, I hit a nerve Sammy?" He teased.
"Ugh Mike stop hitting on everything that breathes." Emily roles her eyes.
"What's wrong with window shopping?" He smirked.
Lunch passed slowly, everyone was laughing and chatting lightheartedly but Sam grimaced everytime Mike spoke, even if he wasn't flirting or even talking to Y/N. After a while, he was called to deal with some 'class president' duties, blowing kisses in both Emily and Y/N's directions.
"I hate when he does that." Sam mumbled once Mike left the room.
Y/N kissed her temple to comfort her, "I know. But I'm all yours babe, don't worry about that."
"I know, I love you." Sam smiled genuinely for a moment before frowning again "I hate when he does that though..."
"Why don't you challenge him to a fight to the death? Winner keeps my heart." Y/N offered.
Sam laughed quietly, "I might just try that."
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~Elliebean714
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purple-babygirl · 14 days
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You're the only writer on here I wanna send this to
https://www.tumblr.com/insaneoldme/654381051840512001/i-dont-think-fic-writers-know-how-much-they?source=share
Your soft little reader fics are everything to me and I would always come back to read them when you were away ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹
This is one of the sweetest asks I've ever been sent in my life and I wish words were powerful enough so I could express how thankful and happy and warm you just made 💜💜💜💜💜💜 I love you tons and I'm the luckiest to have someone like you reading my writing💜💜💜💜💜💜 Thank you for existing in the same life I exist in, nonnie💜💜💜
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frnkiebby · 1 month
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Hi you were on my feed again silly lil guy so you get Ryan Ross photo dump bc ur cool (I need to aquire more frank this was all I had)
HE LOOKS LIKE A LITTLE BABY~🎃
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almost-gabrielle · 2 years
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Three Year's Past
Imagine: It's the third-year anniversary of the anniversary of Weathertop, and the pain in Frodo's right shoulder, obviously, comes back, and the reader has to comfort him in any way she can.
Today was like any other day in the Shire. It's been almost four years since we saved Middle-Earth from further destruction from the once-mighty Sauron.
The entire Shire was quiet, like it usually was. I sat in my usual chair in the living room of Bag End. While Frodo and I aren't married, we're both really close friends. But recently, we've confessed our feelings to each other. He said that I am the reason why he'd delayed his voyage to the Undying Lands (aka the Valinor).
He said that I was his rock.
His support.
His lifeline.
It was quite quiet, until a sudden crash came from the room that Frodo and I shared. That immediately caught my attention, and I immediately realized, with a jolt in my stomach, that it was the third "anniversary" of the night on Weathertop when Frodo got stabbed by the Morgul Blade. It had been a really stressful time for all of us at the time. For me, especially. We were all desperate for Frodo to make it out alive when he got stabbed.
"FRODO!" I cried out in alarm. I set down my book, only to have it drop to the floor. I didn't bother putting it back on the chair. I was much more focused on getting to Frodo quickly than worrying about a simple book.
I reached the room the two of us shared, and immediately found Frodo tossing and turning in the bed. His eyes were squeezed and closed in pain, his body wrapped tightly in the bedsheets that we had, trying to prevent the cold from becoming too much. I hated to see him be in pain.
I stepped carefully over the broken glass cup that I'd set down for him last night when he had one of his gruesome nightmares, and I was at his side in an instant. I held his hand, preventing him from messing with his mostly-healed wound. Slowly, Frodo opened his eyes, which were full of pain. He relaxed slightly when he saw me.
"Frodo," I murmured softly as he stared up at me with his big blue eyes. I put my other free hand on his cheek as he struggled to breathe properly. I could tell that he was trying to focus on me. I held his hand tightly and he squeezed it back for support. "Focus on me, sweetheart," I tried to reassure him. "Focus on my face." He tried to focus on my face, but ended up giving another cry of pain. He squeezed his eyes shut, and whimpered with pain. A tear slid down his cheek and I gently wiped it away with a shaking hand.
"His blade," he managed to choke out. "I-I can feel his blade."
"Miss y/n?" said the sudden, concerned voice of Samwise Gamgee.
My ears pricked up whenever I heard Sam's voice.
"Sam?!" I said in a hopeful voice.
"Y/n? Where are you?!"
"In the bedroom, Samwise!" I shouted in reply. "I need you here for a second! It's urgent!"
Sam's hurried footsteps sounded across the hall and into the room. When his eyes fell on Frodo, his face immediately went pale. His eyes then went up to me.
"I'll get the Athelas plant that Aragorn sent with us. It won't take me long, I'll just need to boil the water with the Athelas quickly, and I'll bring it over here as soon as I can."
I nodded hastily.
"Alright, Sam. And can you bring me a washcloth as well?"
Sam nodded. "Of course, Miss y/n."
And with that, he took off. The entire time Sam was gone, I continued to comfort Frodo with the best of my abilities. I held his hand and ran my fingers softly through his hair, as he once admitted that this action made him relax. I often brushed my fingers gently through his soft brown curls whenever he felt stressed, when he felt sick, or when he had just woken up from a nightmare. His breathing shook as he took in each pained breath.
"Y/n. . . . y/n. . . .," he whimpered as he gripped my hand tightly again. He seemed almost delirious with pain. His blue eyes clouded over and his eyes rolled into the back of his head momentarily.
"Shh," I whispered in a soft voice. I got down on my knees and placed a hand gently on his cheek, stroking his cheekbone softly. I wiped away another stray tear that slid down his skin. "It's alright, sweetheart. I'm right here."
"Everything hurts." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, to get rid of the pain.
"I know," I murmured, still trying to keep my voice soft. "Sam will be here with the Athelas plant soon. The Athelas should help soothe the pain."
A few minutes later, Sam came back with the bowl of Athelas-infused water, and a washcloth.
"Thank you, Sam," I said in a grateful voice as I took the bowl and the washcloth away from him.
"Of course, Miss y/n." He glanced anxiously at his best friend. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be here around the house."
I nodded and Sam walked out of the room.
"Okay, Frodo," I cooed in a soft voice. He glanced up at me with pain-filled, wide eyes. "I'm going to treat your wound. You can hold onto my hand if the pain becomes too much for you, alright?"
He nodded, whimpering slightly, and he managed to shift his body, wincing as he did. I unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt (without trying to feel embarrassed), grabbed the washcloth, dunked it in the boiling water, and gently placed it on his wound, gently massaging it. He winced but managed to keep himself calm. I could soon see the look of relief washing over his face as the Athelas plant began to get into effect, and he relaxed a little bit, much to my relief.
Once I could see that he was no longer in any pain, I put away the bowl and the washcloth and climbed into the bed that we shared. In an instant, Frodo snuggled up to me, resting his head gently on my chest, and an arm around my waist. I returned the same favor by wrapping a gentle arm protectively around his waist, bringing him closer to my side to keep him safe. I smiled softly to myself, getting rather comfortable. I began to drift off to sleep again before I heard Frodo's sleepy voice speaking.
"Thank you, y/n."
I chuckled softly and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. He responded by snuggling further into me.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," I cooed softly. I ran my fingers through his hair, comforting him with the best of my ability. "Anything to make my sweet hobbit feel better. I will do anything to protect you, and to keep you safe. I promise."
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hussyknee · 1 year
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my mom does that too (she's Southern Italian, Sicilian to be precise)! I've been sick the last few days and she's been feeding me the world. She does that with everyone that comes over, hell she bakes a whole ass cake on top of the unholy amount of food she's already cooking whenever my bsf comes over! Southern Italians have a long history of discrimination, even in their own country, and throughout history they've always been kept more ignorant and poor compared to the Northern Italians, so I'm pretty sure it tracks back to that.
Oh hey! More support for my "thesis" lol. I'm sorry you're sick, but that's so lovely! There's nothing so sweet as watching a Mama bird bustling around like that. There's so much love and pride and self-esteem that goes into that work.
And yeah, as I was saying in my tags, it makes sense to me that those who have historically been traumatized by privation as a community end up with food as a love language. Like there's some kind of cultural assumption that ties distress to hunger and scarcity. I think that's what this over-the-top behaviour – hospitality, generosity, lavish celebration, harsh punishment, religious devotion – is all about. It's the ritualistic reassurances of a people all too aware of how even the most basic of securities can be ripped away.
I also think it has to do with how reliant marginalized communities are on kinship and family networks. Safety and survival means keeping your children and your children's children close, and the whole community acts as one to care them. So there's this sense that children don't really grow up within the circle of hearth and parental warmth. Objectively we are adult with complex emotions and problems, but within the homestead they're read very simply. "Why is the child crying? They're probably hungry." And the comfort takes the form of soothing an ancestral fear, like "look, there is more than enough food. Our people are strong, and so will you be. As long as we have each other, you will never go cold or hungry and alone. You eat until you know that. I love you."
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moon-catcher · 2 years
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😩❤️✨brown eyes✨❤️😩
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pierrelucduboiz · 2 years
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i forgot to tell u guys but pierre replied to my dm on ig the other night??
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marsmad · 5 months
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He melts my heart 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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fluffylino · 5 months
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hyunjin takes charge when you feel down. (very soft i promise)
-contains mature themes
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he was cuddled up by your side.
hidden under the sheets. head resting on your chest. while you scrolled through your phone. his index finger tracing your hip lazily.
your eyes glued to your phone. if you looked at hyunjin you'd probably end up crying. he loved you so much. even more than yourself. you'd look at him and feel like it was only the two of you.
he looked up at you, inches away from your face. letting out a small sound for you to look.
"mhm?" you hummed, smiling a little at how dazed he looked.
eyes soft and lips jutting out into a pout. you pecked him. a small smile appearing on his face. nudging his nose against your cheek.
you could feel his eyes on you. the reel you were watching making you giggle. until you felt that sadness within you disappear.
what were you even doing with your life? everything was becoming too much. you weren't living life. you were surviving.
"mommy" hyunjin mumbled, hiding his face in your chest.
breaking you out of your thoughts. you weren't feeling like yourself. you wanted to be taken care of. today.
you were vulnerable.
heart aching with tiredness. you hummed, holding your phone with one hand. using your right hand to stroke his head. untangling a few strands carefully.
"can i?"
how could you deny him when he asked so softly. voice stuck in his throat. you nodded. letting him slowly push your shirt up.
a small whine leaving him at the sight.
laying back down. mouthing at your exposed chest. his other hand coming up to hold your right boob. tongue laving over your hardening nub. you sighed. finally keeping your phone down.
all his attention on you.
"hard" he whispered. very carefully grinding his covered length against your thigh that was slotted there.
"j-jinnie" you whimpered. mind going fuzzy.
you missed him. even though he was so close. you wanted him closer. feeling extra submissive. his face lifting up to look at you with such kind eyes. you felt like you were going to start crying.
he seemed to understand.
he always understood.
"daddy will take care of you" he reassured, moving upwards to kiss you. holding your face as tears fell down.
kissing them away as you closed your eyes. all your worries sinking away.
"s-sorry" you whispered. what if he wanted you to take care of him.
"nothing to be sorry about, my love" he mumbled against your lips.
"tell me what you want"
you didn't know what you wanted from him. you wanted all of him. seeing him satisfied made you feel better.
"jerk you off?" you asked.
closing your eyes while he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. he hummed, shuffling around so he could still hold you.
his leg thrown over your waist. pulling his pants down just enough.
you watched silently. his length slipping out. tip rubbing against the side of your thigh.
you hadn't even realised you zoned out. that was until he gently held your hand.
making you wrap your fingers around his cock. his own hand engulfing yours as he guided your movements.
starting off slow. with long strokes.
"you did well today baby" laying soft kisses to your neck.
"ah- so proud of you" you let yourself sink into his grasp. your hold on his dick getting more firm. pumping him more eagerly.
you puckered your lips, wanting him to kiss you till you couldn't breathe. and so he did. lips pressed against yours.
intentionally you swiped your thumb over his sensitive head, precum wetting it.
"d-don't tease, my love" you stopped your tricks, letting him enjoy.
"you're my beautiful s-smart baby" you whined, pulling away to look at where you were pumping him. his own hand next to yours.
so much bigger.
"want my fingers?" you shook your head, keeping your mouth open. as he moved his hand off his dick. now you were in charge of making him cum. his index and middle finger sliding right in.
you moaned at the feeling of his digits.
"want me to cum all over your stomach?" you nodded, ignoring the drool that had dripped down his wrist.
your grip on him growing tighter as you stroked him fast. breathy whines leaving his lips. he was getting so close. you knew it. you could feel it from the way his dick throbbed in your hand. his hips moving unconciously to match your pace.
he gradually sat up. nipping at your stomach. eyes shut tight.
it all happened so fast. his cum spurting out over you. staining you.
riding out his orgasm. he let out a heavy breath, leaning down to lick his cum off of you. before kissing you. groaning at the taste of him.
"mommy did so well"
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dinemunyu · 10 months
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bYEE i spent way too long on this
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I don't own any of the assets used in rebuilding the town and the ui—nah, that's the great work of ConcernedApe. I just merely made two extra buildings to look similar enough to the other buildings in town.
Why stardew though??? idk i couldn't sleep one night and instead detailed out the steps on how I would do this with unity and aseprite because of course I'm still thinking about trigun 24/7; only this time I've recently started playing stardew.
wanted to add Nai, Livio and the rest of the cast but i wanna work on keychains next sooooo
Nai works in the library where books are less likely to offend him. Livio helps around the orphanage. Vash likes to garden and to visit the bakery next door in his free time. Kinda want Zazie to be an absolute menace of a niece that got sent there under their care.
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elitadream · 6 months
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A Humble Offering 💝🪵
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I saw this post by @peaches2217 which was inspired by this earlier post of mine, and uh... I couldn't resist. 🥺🥰
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mintytea-exe · 8 months
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tma is so funny because its effectively:
diversity win! the antichrist who ended the world is biromantic asexual!!
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fiiiiin · 11 days
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Dagger Squad hanging out at a bar and Jake is uncharacteristically quiet and docile but clearly GLOWING and happy; he’s calmly chatting with Javy in the corner all smiles and no snark while the rest of the team watch from across the bar; Phoenix asks “what happened to his attitude?” and Bradley smirks and goes “fucked it out of him” and the whole team does a double take not because they didn’t predict it but just because Bradley was so blunt about it
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xxx-caliber · 3 months
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thinking about this old post of mine (tldr: I think kurogiri was programmed to not be allowed to show tomura affection) and it led to this mini comic
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