#Purple Heart imagine | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

abbyromanoff · 9 months

Note

i have an idea/request!

could be series worthy, who knows

but basically, if you’ve watched purple hearts on netflix, i’m kind of thinking about type of storyline where g!p nat is (kind of) in luke’s position and y/n in cassie’s position (both of the character’s backstory can be changed) but yk, i was just thinking about military!natty and how hot she would look wearing a military uniform 😋

HEART TO HEART

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 2168

WARNINGS: angst, small smut near the end, fluff, Nat is in the military, mentions of death, arranged marriage, money problems, miscommunications, think that’s all!

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Look, I don’t understand why you care so much, we both knew this day would come and besides, this was supposed to be an arranged marriage, we aren’t meant to actually fall in love.” Nat argued, turning to look at your saddened state with guilt hidden in her features. The two of you had only known each other for a few months after you had gotten married. Neither of you had wanted to, but your parents made sure that you both knew it was needed.

She was going into the military, a dream of hers since she was a little girl watching action movies with her dad. She had been struggling with finances for years, and so was her family. And in hopes of caring for both herself and her loved ones, she needed the benefits of joining the army, but that was only achievable with marriage.

You had come from a well-financed family, but that didn’t mean they were willing to hand you money whenever you asked. While trying to reach your goal of becoming a singer and songwriter, it had cost you loads of checks with no return. You were barely making it by every week with your part-time job and needed money quickly. Your parents offered a suggestion, and at first, you thought it may be a good idea, that was until now.

It would be a platonic marriage and once it was no longer needed, you’d depart with a divorce signing, a possibility of remaining friends or forgetting each other’s existence. But it didn’t go as planned, you felt wrong for trying to go on dates or sleep with others, and you’d dream of your wife on the regular. It wasn’t hard to fall for her, she was a respectful woman with dreams of meeting another similar to her and becoming a family man. Not to mention her beauty was beyond imaginable, you were star-struck the moment you laid eyes on her.

“You think I don’t know that, Nat? Do you think I wanted this? To fall in love with you when I’m not supposed to even sleep in the same bed as you?” While the suit she wore made her look even more attractive, it only pained you to know she’d be wearing that as she left to risk her life for the ones who didn’t even know of her name.

“I can’t help how I feel, Natasha. I know this is your dream and I love that for you, I do. But, I- I just don’t want to lose you, I don’t think I could handle it.” She sighed and averted her eyes to the wooden floor, quiet sniffles being heard from your end. You suddenly felt arms being wrapped around your body in an attempt at a hug and you graciously accepted it, knowing whose warmth it was.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” She whispered into your shoulder as her hat poked your head. Truth be told, you weren’t the only one feeling this way. She had tried hiding it in hopes you wouldn’t pick up on it, and you didn’t, you were too busy worrying about your own feelings that you hadn’t even considered hers.

She was hoping that this marriage wouldn’t have to end or else she’d have to learn to live without you again. She hadn’t feared the thought of death before you came into her life, now she feared losing you more than anything.

“I’m sorry-”

“No, no, don’t apologize, Y/N. I understand, okay? I’m not mad at you, I could never be.” She interrupted, mumbling her sweet words into your neck. She was able to catch a small whiff of your perfume, and she could suddenly remember the time you begged her to take you to the store and help you pick out a new fragrance. After nearly an hour of searching, she chose this one, and you had worn it every day since.

“I don’t think I’d be able to handle hearing that you…that you died without getting to tell you how I truly feel.” She nodded, letting you continue on. Her heart felt like it was ripping when you stuttered over your words, your weakness on display. You were never one to show it, but you couldn’t stop the shake in your voice or the tears on your cheeks.

“I know, baby, I know.” The name brought a small crack of a smile to your lips, but it soon faded when you were brought back to the remembrance of where you were. She was set to leave in less than an hour, and you didn’t know if this would be your last hour with her.

“I- I need to go, I’m going to be late if I don’t leave.” You quickly rushed to tighten your hands around her when feeling hers start to loosen.

“No, no, no, please. Please don’t leave me here, Natty.” She wanted more than nothing to listen to you and stay, but her hopes and dreams were coming into play and so were the lives of many, she couldn’t ruin this opportunity.

“I have to, Y/N, I don’t have a choice.” You understood, you did, but your heart and mind were at a battle. Your mind was telling you to force her to stay, live your life happily and tell her how you feel, but your heart was telling you to let her go, that you were being selfish trying to ruin her dreams when she only supported yours. You always told her to follow her heart, and you knew you had to take your own advice.

“I know, I know you don’t. God, I- I’m sorry, I just- I don’t think I can see my life without you now. All I see when I look into the future is you, and I don’t want to lose you, I can’t. I really can’t, Nat.” She wanted to tell you everything, that she felt the same, but there was no time. If she didn’t leave she’d risk everything, she’d risk her job that she went through so much mental and physical pain to have.

“I love you, lyubov moya. (my love)” That was the last time you heard her voice in what felt like years. You weren’t able to handle the pain of living in the house that carried so many memories in it, so you made the tough decision to move out. The house was still in her name, and you continued to pay for as many bills as it required, even while still struggling to pay for your own.

It took eight months and twenty-six days before Nat was able to return, she counted each day. You were on her mind the entire time. When she had gotten badly hurt on a mission, the unbearable pain causing her to wish for death, she thought of you. She thought of everything you had together, how she wouldn’t be able to confess if she didn’t make it.

At the same time, she worried you moved on, found someone new and started a life with them that she would only be able to dream of having. Would you be able to move on this quickly? She knew that if you truly did love her as much as you said, you wouldn’t be able to, and she didn’t want you to. But another part of her wished you would, she wanted you to find peace and happiness, and she feared she wouldn’t be able to give you that.

Every day that she could, she’d write you letters. She wasn’t able to call or text you as she was told, so she’d pick up a pen and write paragraphs on end about how much she missed you. She could only hope you read or even received them.

She came home today, and hearing the complete silence in her home brought tears of anguish. All she wanted was to be greeted by you, but she was guessing you had left her, maybe even for good. There was a pile of sealed letters on the doorstep and she realized they were the ones she sent without knowing of your new address. She felt ashamed, embarrassed to have sent all of those with the thought that you’d read them and realize she still thought of you every damn day. But you didn’t know, you were left clueless to her love. She needed to change that.

You heard a knock on your apartment door as you finished brushing your teeth and were about to grab a glass of water. You furrowed your brows in confusion before slowly walking to the door, you never had guests, especially at this hour. You looked through the peephole and stepped back at what you saw, or who you saw.

Nat heard a rushing of locks unlocking and smiled to herself, you knew she was home. You opened the door and hurriedly let your arms wrap around her in a hug, finally feeling her warm embrace after so long. The emptiness in your heart was slowly being filled the longer you held onto her.

“Hello, detka. (baby)” Her eyelids squeezed shut as her arms held the same tightness around your body as yours did to her, she was too afraid to let you go.

“When did you get home?” She finally leaned back, resting her forehead against yours gently as her hand moved to cup your cheek.

“Just a few hours ago, you were the first person I wanted to see.” You smiled before your eyes drifted to notice the cardboard box sitting on the ground next to her. She looked in that direction and chuckled to herself before explaining.

“I wrote to you every day that I could. I didn’t know you moved so I sent them to the house, I thought I’d bring them in case you, I don’t know, wanted to look at them or something.” She hesitantly spoke, fear of rejection scorching through her. She didn’t know why she was so afraid, it was you, after all, and she didn’t fear anything when she was with you.

“Oh, Nat, I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.” She shushed you and moved her other hand to your face, cupping both of your cheeks and having you look at her.

“Shh, don’t apologize, I’m not upset with you. If anything, I’m more upset with myself.”

“You did nothing wrong, nothing at all.” She looked down suddenly, shuffling her feet nervously.

“I’m sorry for leaving that day. I wanted to stay, I wanted to tell you everything, and I wish I did. That’s why I wrote all these letters in hope that you’d realize I feel the same. I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in this world, and I think I always have.” She was swapping her gaze between your eyes and lips, and you knew that if you didn’t make the move, she never would. So, you leaned in closer, letting your mouth press into hers as you sank into the feeling of her plump lips. You were standing on your tiptoes to reach her height, and you reached up to pull her hat off of her head, letting your fingers run through her hair as you pulled her further into you. Her body pressed against yours as she grinned into the kiss, her tongue poking your lips and exploring your mouth when you granted her access. She was desperate to feel you in any way that you’d let her, and you were on the exact same page.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and every day I regret not telling you that sooner. So, if you’ll let me, I want to make it up to you.” She mumbled when you pulled back to catch your breath. You panted, your chest rising up and down as you admired her in full glory. You weren’t able to take notice of her clothing when you were too busy registering that she was actually here and it wasn't just a dream. But seeing her in the camo pants adorned by a buckled belt and a dark green shirt made you feel things you’ve never felt before she came into your life.

Her hands found their way to the back of your thighs as she lifted you into her hold, your wandering hands stopping at the biceps that flexed under her shirt. You could feel a small tint in her pants and bit your lip as you shuttered. Your hands traveled to the back of her neck as you played with the baby hairs, feeling goosebumps rise to the surface of her soft skin.

“May I?” She walked further into your cheap apartment, and you suddenly felt ashamed at the state of the place. It showed off your struggles in payment, but hidden under that, it showed the reason you were able to meet what you hoped would be the love of your life.

“You may.”

640 notes · View notes

shoot-the-oneshot · 2 years

Text

Hate the way

Basic off the song from Purple Hearts Hate the way

enemies to lovers lyrics in purple Pierre Gasly x reader The one where you and Pierre hate each other, until you don’t

“Please be nice.” Sasha your media consultant begged as she lead you to the media room, by her words you already knew who would be there. Pierre Gasly, has hated you since day one. Part of you understood why, he thinks you took the Redbull seat from him, as a driver he should know that’s not how it works.

“I’m always nice,” Seeing the man in question sitting for the panel you inwardly groaned seeing your name next to his. “Pierre,” you drawled, making his jaw clench and exhale harshly out of his nose. While you smirked at how easy it was to piss him off he once mentioned how he hated the way you said his name, so you did it every chance you got.

Lewis seeing the rising tension offered to switch seats with you, which you politely declined, “No thanks Lewis, but I appreciate it,” at you words the Frenchmen huffed again, making you glare. “What hate the way i say his name too Pierre?”

‘I hate the way you do a lot of things Y/n.” He drawled your name out like you do his making your eyes narrow, his team principal has already gotten onto him many times about his behavior but his control and patience disappeared when you were around.

Pierre cursed as the elevator doors opened showing you inside, deciding he could tolerate the short ride over waiting for the next one he stepped in standing as far away from you as he could get, folding his arms over his chest.

“I hate the way you say my name” he spoke as you tried to pretend he wasn’t there. “I know”

“Then why do you do it?” He growled through gritted teeth, getting angrier as you smiled. “Because you hate it.”

He doesn’t know where it came from but for a second Charles words from earlier repeated in his head, ‘you guys just need to fuck it out.’ Worth a shot, hate sex was always the best anyways, scanning your body his lips pulled into a smirk, not the normal look of distain you’re used to seeing on his face.

“And if i said i hate your ‘picture perfect lips’ on mine?” He asked quoting part of an article about you. Little did he know you had the same idea as he did. And that’s how you both ended up in his hotel room clothes thrown carelessly, his kiss was all teeth as your nails dug into his back. Moaning his name when he bit the soft spot on your neck leaving a mark. The noise making him grind harder into you.

“That’s it say my name” he panted against your neck, no amount of pleasure would be enough to not take that shot. “Don’t hate the way i say your name now do you.”

“Y/n so glad you made it!” Daniel shouted informing the other drivers of your arrival, Daniel threw parties after every Australian Grand Prix it always ended with the drivers way to wasted to leave so it turned into a sleep over really. And now almost all twenty drivers were spread around Dans house, you were leaned up ageant the wall separating the kitchen and living room laughing as Daniel tried to convince everyone to do a shoey, you tensed up feeling someone breathing on your neck.

“Someone has been a bad girl.” Pierre hummed, you scoffed not answering. Since that night in the elevator you had both had a enemies with benefits situation, now pissing each other off was almost forplay. “Oh not talking? You had a lot to say earlier.” By earlier he means the grill the grid video of who’s most likely, and beacause you were the only woman you got the question who you were most likely to date, all the boys laughed some raising their hand to volunteer. Unknowing pissing Pierre off for a reason he didn’t know, but not more than your following words did.

“Charles probably.” Throwing him a wink for extra effect. “What not me?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking. Leaning over to look him in the eye seeing the same challenging look he gave you when he snarked off. “If I could I’d cut the breaks on your car.” You deadpanned, luckily for you F1 edited that part out, but you still got scolded.

You dont know when or how it happened but suddenly your enemies to benefits changed a bit, you still got on each other nerves but now that’s not all of your conversations. He learned you had a soft spot for puppies and now always sends you pictures of cute ones he sees on his runs, or how you learned to tell when he got homesick and you found yourself cursing in your head walking out of a small French bakery you found in Canada and bringing him fresh croissant.

He didnt let you leave after you dropped those off instead showing you how much he appreciated it and fed them to you in bed the next morning, that was the first time you stayed through the night.

things shifted then and now instead of sneaking out in the night you woke up to Pierres arms wrapped around you more often than not, when you tried to sneak out fearing what this meant he mumbled still half asleep pulling you in, “Don’t leave.” you hate the way you can’t help but stay all night.

“Seriously mate you won’t even look at her, i know you guys have that love hate relationship but come on.” Charles scolded, when Pierres head dipped the second you walked through the doors of the bar the crew and drivers practically took over. Smile still shining from your podium today, he wondered if he could taste the champagne on your skin you were sprayed with if he just got close enough. He shook his head, looking from you to his best friend. “You’ve got it all wrong, if i look to long i’ll never look away.”

“Let me take you to dinner.” Pierre whispered not to disturb the soft air the room held laying on his side with his head propped on his hand eyes set on you.

“I dont do dates.” Was your response everytime he tried. He was getting a little sick of it. Everyone has noticed you weren’t at each other’s throats anymore but you refused to give up.

One night after to many drinks and sweet caresses he pulled the true reason out of you, you were hurt by your ex and refused to try again how you never gave up in racing but did in love confused and hurt him equally.

“And what do you call what we do?” He asked genuinely curious, he’s tried to get a label out of you for months and you always ran away. “Give me a chance to save you from your past.” He practically begged, grabbed your hand in his when you pulled away and started to find your clothes. “Babe I wasn’t praying for a saving grace,” unfolding your fingers “let’s go back to nothing.” Were your last words before going out the door.

Finally summer break hit normally you’d be climbing the walls to get back to driving but not driving means not seeing Pierre, which you haven’t since you left him in his hotel room. You didnt know why you were upset its what you wanted no strings, how did your biggest enemy become something different.

Sasha had noticed your down behavior and you spilled the beans, surprisingly making her laugh. “I’m spilling my heart out and you’re laughing!”

“Sorry sorry just Miss, i hate Pierre and i’ll never date a driver is talking about said driver like its a love song.” And she was right. you hate the way you say words you laughed at before

Two races passed the break and you refused to speak to him despite his unwavering attempts, he was furious that you could just turn your shoulder and act like he wasn’t there after everything he thought meant something between you two, but that didn’t stop his heart from stopping at the news coming over the radio.

He slowed his car and weaved the spun out Redbull as a McLaren practically shoved it purposely off the track into the gravel making it flip into the barrier landing upside down. “Who was it?” He asked when they called red flag immediately after. “Y/n.”

His lost all the air in his lungs when he heard your name, flashes of every life threatening crash going through his head but picturing it being you made him spin his Alpha Tauri and weave between the oncoming cars back to the crash.

‘No no no’ Speaking to himself a he saw smoke. “Pierre safty car is in route please get back to the paddock.” Ignoring his radio he jumped out of the car and ran to your flipped one.

“Y/n!” He yelled crawling under your car seeing you handing from your straps. Reaching up to release them and catch you but he gets pulled out by his feet. “Let me fucking go!” He struggled against the marshals holding him back as the medic pulled you out and onto a gurney which he quickly followed to the nearby ambulance not taking no for an answer as he climbed in not leaving your side.

When you woke up he was still there not even leaving to change out of his suit. “Y/n.” He sighed in relief, pressing his forehead against yours, after explaining what happened you were more worried about him than yourself. “You shouldn’t have done that you’re going to be in so much trouble.” He just fondly shook his head.

“All i was thinking about was you, all i ever think about is you, my thoughts aren’t mine now their yours.”

Your phone dinged for the tenth time since you and Charlotte left the boys at the villa, making her laugh. “He’s smitten its so cute,” she awed. You sighed checking your phone seeing two selfies he sent one smiling with the text. “My face when i think of you’ and the next him pouting. ‘When i realize you’re not here’ Texting back,

‘I just left you can’t miss me already’

‘I do, do you not miss me?’

‘No’

‘You think you cool when you pretend I’m not always in your head’

‘You’re not.’

‘Don’t lie.’

‘Maybe a little’

One lost seat. One elevator ride and a wild night. One season, and One new world champion later, your championship trophy sat centered on your kitchen island as you longingly stared at it still not believing you actually won it and made history. Pierre snuck a picture and posted it to Instagram with the caption. ‘She won the championship but she’s in my kitchen, who’s the real winner’

Pierre slid in behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, “I Remember when you looked at me like that.” He joked making you pull you attention away from the trophy and spin to face him. “Please i never looked at you like that.” You teased making him dramatically clutch his chest over his heart.

“Go ahead give the award your heart!” His eyes lighting up at your giggles pulling him back towards you by the collar of his shirt brushing your nose against his. “You know my heart isn’t mine now its yours.”

Hope you guys liked it let me know what you thought dont forget to check out the F1 romance trope series coming out next sunday!!!!

F1 tag list @coffeehurricanes

984 notes · View notes

thejadecount · 1 year

Text

You know what? I’m honestly surprised there isn’t (as far as I’m aware of) a ROTTMNT 2012 crossover that takes place immediately after the Rise Boys just after defeating the Shredder and losing their Karai and through some accident one way or another they end up in the 2012 TMNT universe

But here’s the kicker: instead of usually running into the 2012 TMNT or their Kraang they run into Karai and her foot soldiers (somewhere after she takes lead of the foot clan) and being the morally-grey and fresh-out-of-losing-their-Karai trauma turtles they are they immediately attach onto her like children lost in a store

Look where I’m getting at is I just want morally-grey rise turtles hanging out with 2012 Karai and just having some not-so-innocent fun, you know? Like I feel like the fandom should make more Rise Turtles and 2012 Karai content, it would be great

#I have a feeling Rise Leo and 2012 Karai would enjoy making fun of 2012 Leo together #like okay yeah angst and everything when they realize she’s evil and all that but also #the boys: we can fix her #also the boys: after we’re done bullying these mutant losers that work for her #just guys c’mon #like it would be fun cmon #I’d like to imagine she and rise donnie get into roasting matches #she brings Mikey to the best places for him in New York for him just to go apeshit and graffiti stuff #and maybe set the occasional thing on fire #(the purple dragons lair coinceidentally a sewer drain close by the 12 turtles lair just the places of people she doesn’t like)#I think she and Raph would have genuinely good heart-to-heart moments AND give him a proper outlet for all his emotions #and as stated before she and Rise Leo would have WAY too much fun roasting the 12 turtles #(also remember that offer of stealing a katana she gave to 12 Leo in that one episode? Rise Leo would ABSOLUTELY take her up on that)#THAT PLACE IS GETTING ROBBED #like yeah eventually they redeem her through the power of the found family trope #but also—#crime turtles #rottmnt #rise tmnt #tmnt crossover #2012 tmnt #2012 karai #like obviously they all turn good in the end and shit BUT CRIME #sorry I’m obsessed with this idea now #I’m gonna go try to find fics where she and the rise turtles bond now goodbye #and then they see her turn into a snake and they’re like #AYO POP OFF QUEEN #while she’s viciously tearing apart her enemies #and then they see Shinigami and they’re like ‘Ayo guys we got another lesbian sister’#like I just think we deserve them as a group you know

286 notes · View notes

arielluva · 1 year

Photo

on my knees begging mattel to use different makeup for draculaura than just this

she has so many dolls and yet not a lot of variation in terms of her face 😭

i think this also goes for the other g3 dolls as well but i’ve mostly noticed it on draculaura (probably bc there’s just. so many of her)

#monster high #didn't include skulltimate secrets drac bc her makeup is actually kinda different (purple/pink eyeshadow #and magenta lipstick #the rest of draculaura's dolls..... please give the peach color a rest i am losing it #mattel use different makeup challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)#imagine if goreganizer draculaura or this new one that just got leaked had black lipstick.....#at least goreganizer had the little white heart freckles and 3 hearts on each cheek instead of just one but her makeup is still just.#the same #just realized i forgot ghoul spirit draculaura but her makeup looks the same as her basic doll so my point still stands #also just thought i'd add that her budget doll is supposed to be a cheaper-ish version of her basic and so it makes sense she has the same #makeup so you can take her being here with a grain of salt

214 notes · View notes

popcrone818 · 2 years

Text

How Could You Know - Luke Morrow Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

#luke morrow #luke morow x reader #luke morrow imagines #luke morrow x you #luke morrow x oc #purple hearts

453 notes · View notes

purple-babygirl · 1 month

Text

so i saw this tiktok last night saying that bucky might end up *chokes* dying in thunderbolts and now i'm wondering if this was why they gave him a shitty therapist and a shitty character development in tfatws and i can't get over it because it would seriously destroy me and everything good i'm living for if bucky is gone so i'm screaming into the void that is here because i have nowhere else to talk about such pain and have it actually be heard. i am dying with him if he dies. bye.

#purple rambles #marvel will be over for me the minute they touch bucky's character #bitch do better #how dare you #my heart is currently being uprooted from my chest #it hurts so much to even imagine it #fuck tiktok

10 notes · View notes

feliciadraws · 12 days

Text

‘“I’m sorry,” you finally manage.

“Don’t be,” she murmurs, and it’s like she’s holding your heart in her hands.’

----------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay so massive MASSIVE credit to @bamboorocket (again) for writing the above line from a Waka/Mei Discord drabble she kindly eviscerated me with hehe. So of course I had to do a thing, in a similar style to my 'tormented prophet Waka' thing because ✨THE VIBE ✨ and once again thank you SO MUCH Bamboo

#don't blame me #bamboo just casually writes the rawest lines imaginable and just absolutely WRECKS ME out of the blue #I swear Bamboo when I heccin GET YOU #anyways a little breakdown of the symbolism #the flowers in the top in each corner are lavender (since Mei's colour scheme is purple and of course for the calming effect she has on Wak #and the heart she's holding- which is basically a visual representation of Waka's heart- has kintsugi cracks #a little reference to another waka/mei thing I wrote #also the metaphor/visual symbolism of kintsugi symbolising a broken heart #for she took the cracks in his own heart and sealed them with gold #and the latin text translates to 'how such small hands hold a heart so heavy'#i used google translate because I don't speak latin hehe #anyways on to the tags #okami #okami oc #mei (okami oc)#waka/mei #okami fanart #my artwork

9 notes · View notes

todayisafridaynight · 6 months

Text

seonhee and sawashiro both being associated with purple's the most evil shit in the world now who the fuck am i supposed to put in my purple card holder

#snap chats #sorry guys im one of those girlies who are super into card holders now </3 esp the ones you can customize </3 #highkey i got this cause i wanted to put my school id in it so i didnt have to take my wallet out every time i needed to get in my buildin #BUT ON THE LOWEST OF KEYS I GOT IT TO BE MENTALLY ILL TOO i was obsessed watchin people journal and make cute card holders #i dont get recc'd those vids anymore but i remember watchin em an bein like MAN i wanna do that.... thats so cute..#on the real i think card holder customizing's healthy for me. it helps me learn to use things i buy LMAO #CAUSE WITH STICKERS AND THE SORT I HOARD THEM AND NEVER USE EM #and i always get buyer's guilt even if it's something small so i just think. i have to learn letting go and things not being perfect is ok #YOU BOUGHT IT SO USE IT like those ishin colognes... like the scent'll fade anyway i should use them while i can...#as much fun and therapeutic I Think as this was tho i cant imagine having a need to get another card holder... tragedy..#regardless. this card holder's really cute </3 spoilers it's a kuromi one cause i needed more purple in my room i fuckin guess #the stickers were real cute.. also there was a lil baku... hi baku <3 #which leads me back to my problem. '''''''problem''''''' yeah i dont even have a printer here but when i go back to my ma's i wanna be sick #walmart lets you get photos on that GLOSSY PAPER... tempted... anyway no listen to my non problems #cause in my heart i do associate kuromi with seonhee alright it just makes sense. PLUS baku and joon-gi #COUNTERPOINT. HOWEVER. there is no image funnier than slapping a depressed middle aged man who prob has a worryin body count #into a card holder decorated with hearts and sweets and bows with a big ass heart keychain danglin off it. like cmon #big brain move is to print out one pic each of em and just swap em out every other day LOOOL #i just want an excuse to show off the card holder.. i get why people have these now this was fun and cute....#ok bye i think ive been ill enough tonight #i thought i was gonna finish another comm but ☠️ ill just do them tomorrow morning they wont take long..

11 notes · View notes

mads-weasley · 2 years

Text

Let Me Help You

Luke Morrow x Wife!Reader

A/N: I looooved this movie, so I had to write a fic for Luke! In this fic, the reader is his real wife (no fake marriage thing)! Enjoy!

Summary: When Luke gets home after a long day, a scary situation leads to the couple having a heart to heart.

Warnings: none!

(y/e/c) - your eye color

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Luke woke at the repetitive sound of the alarm clock beside him that read 7:00am. Running a hand down his face, he silently peeled back the covers and grabbed his brace from the side of the bed. He worried about the sound from the velcro straps waking you up, but little did he know that you were already awake, a headache waking you up at 5 that morning.

With a suppressed grunt, he stood up and reached for his cane, slowly walking towards the bathroom. He got ready in silence before walking back into their bedroom.

"I love you, baby. I'll see you later," he whispered, leaning down and kissing her temple.

(Y/n) rolled over to face him, smiling softly. "I love you, too. Have fun working out. Don't overdo it."

Mirroring her smile, he nodded and said another 'I love you' as he closed the door behind him. The second the door shut, (y/n) sunk back into the pillows, sighing as she messaged her temples. At that moment, she knew that day would be a long one.

The drive home wasn't short enough for (y/n) after her miserable day at work. Since that morning, her migraine had only worsened, slowly becoming debilitating as the day went on. She probably had checked her watch over a hundred times before her shift was over.

As she walked through the door, she was attacked by Peaches, the golden retriever's barks increasing the ever-present pounding in her head.

"Hey, girl," (y/n) cooed quietly, scratching behind Peaches' ear lovingly. "I've missed you."

After popping a few ibuprofen...or five, she went through the cabinets in search of ingredients to use for dinner, even though she felt nauseous herself. She knew when Luke came come that he would be starving after a day of physical therapy and his own training to get back in shape.

Even though she felt like she could fall over any second, she continued her search. Deciding on chicken alfredo penne, she started the noodles and began making the sauce when the shrill ringing of her phone pierced her ears.

White hot pain filled her vision and she shut her eyes tightly as she answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Hey, (y/n/n). I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way home."

Her headache seemed to dull slightly at the sound of her husband's voice. "Okay. I'm making dinner right now, but I'll see you in a few. Love you."

Luke moaned quietly at the thought of food. "That sounds amazing. I love you, too. Bye."

A few minutes had passed when Luke's keys jangled in the door. (Y/n) was too focused on the pan in front of her and simply staying upright that she didn't hear him call out to her. She gasped slightly when he wrapped his arms around her stomach, resting his chin on her head.

Leaning down, he kissed her temple. "Hey, sweetheart. I missed you today."

(Y/n) turned around in his arms, thankful that he was there to ground her. The second he saw the dark circles under her eyes and the pale complexion that covered her normally vibrant face, he knew something was wrong. With furrowed brows, he cupped eyes her cheeks and looked deeply into her eyes. In her (y/e/c) irises, he saw complete exhaustion and something else behind them that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, rubbing her hair gently.

(Y/n) nodded, willing her eyes to stay open after another wave of nausea hit her. "Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered. "I'm just tired."

Although he was unconvinced at her feeble attempt to convince him, he didn't push her. "Alright. How about I finish off dinner? You go lay down, babe."

"You shouldn't be standing up for long periods, Luke."

Luke shook his head. "I'll be fine. Go," he whispered.

(Y/n) pecked his cheek, bending down to pet Peaches. "Your daddy is just the best husband ever, isn't he, Peaches?"

Luke's laugh seemed to ease some of the tension in her head, but when she stood up, the world started to sway under her feet. Darkness danced around her vision as she tried to stay upright. Just before she succumbed to unconsciousness, she was able to breathlessly call out.

"Help," she muttered, causing Luke to whip around just in time to see her limp body falling to the floor.

His heart stopped beating. "(Y/n)!"

Reaching out for her, he cursed when he couldn't get there in time because of his leg. She landed with a thud on their hardwood floors, and he was thankful that her head didn't hit hard. Luke quickly slid down next to her, ignoring the pain in his leg and pulling her to sit up against his chest.

"(Y/n)!" he cried, rubbing her cheeks. "Baby, wake up. Come on!"

His eyes began to burn as he held back tears at (y/n)'s unconscious form in his arms. "Please wake up. Please."

A few moments later, her eyes fluttered open, and Luke let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He quickly wiped a tear that leaked out of his eye before she could see it.

Looking around them in confusion, she asks, "What happened?"

"Y-You passed out, (y/n/n). How are you feeling?"

"Dizzy," she responds, holding her head in her hands.

Luke scans her face. "What's really going on?"

With a sigh, she closed her eyes. "My migraines are back."

"(Y/n), why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly, pulling her close to cradle her head on his chest.

"I just didn't think it was important," she answered, looking at the floor.

"It is important."

"Well, you're in so much pain from your leg and I just have a stupid headache."

Gently moving so he could face her, he put a finger under her chin to lift it. "(y/n)," he started, not breaking eye contact. "You are everything to me. Don't ever compare your pain to mine. Just because I'm hurting doesn't mean you have to always be okay. Remember what you always tell me?"

She nodded.

"It's okay to let people help you. To let me help you. So let me take care of you, please."

Sighing, she nodded before pecking his lips softly. "I love you, Luke."

"I love you, too, (y/n). Now let's get you to bed." He whispered, helping her up. "I would carry you if I could."

She weakly smiled at him, leaning on him for stability as he led her to their bedroom. "I know, commando. I know."

Tag List:

@juliapalka @thatwh-0-re @just-my-obsession-things @dayan281198 @drizzyreese @lilfoxyqueensworld @arianagrandes-things @peaches-and-sunshine @writerslove2403 @paigewinchester67 @1uv4yyu @k-1s-things @happypersonalya @clovurst @hirokosoul @icarusignite @luv4jeno @eddiesslvtt @shatteredrosess @hermionesbookshelf @itskarlaaaaaa @soff2122 @loser4everrr @mimiroe @holy-macncheese-balls @annrose799 @kheavnlyy @relaxedrelique @readingbookelf

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

#luke morrow x you #luke morrow x y/n #luke morrow imagine #luke morrow x reader #luke morrow #purple hearts #purple hearts 2022 #purple hearts x reader #purple hearts imagine #luke morrow imagines #hurt/comfort #fluff #luke morrow fluff #luke morrow angst

2K notes · View notes

good-boy-ren · 3 months

Text

carrd ✦ sfw selfship✦ main blog ✦ art blog

[ ✦ ] ─ ro ‣ 30↑ ‣ they / them ‣ biro ace [ ✦ ] ─ chronically-ill artist, 07th expansion enthusiast, alice hnkna kinnie, Weird Little Guy enjoyer, and oushirou’s spouse! [ ✦ ] ─ this is my nsft selfship blog. i'll focus mainly on my beloved personal chewtoy and golden retriever boyfriend oc 💕ren 💕 and his AU counterparts!! 🦦💖🐐 full f/o list below. [ ✦ ] ─ i also have many VN and otome game f/os -- vns are my special interest! feel free to chat with me about them ^^ [ ✦ ] ─ kinks / preference list, tags, f/o list, and DNI/BYF are all under the readmore. (i interact from @nocturne-of-illusions -- updated 19 april 2024)

credits: 1 / 2 / 3

──⌈ kinks & preferences ⌋──

💚 LOVE 💚 soft dom, hands, gloves, light bondage, orgasm control, edging, collars, toys, praise, body worship, breeding (NO pregnancy), voice, scent, panty sniffing, oral, light possessiveness, monsters, excessive cum, (purposeful) aphrodisiac, outercourse, cumming in pants, premature ejaculation 🔶 SQUICK 🔶 heavy bondage, degradation, injuries (causing OR receiving), blood (except for nosebleeds), breath play, flagellation, watersports, scat, anal, rimming, emeto 🛑 ABSOLUTE NO-GOES, DNI 🛑 raceplay, ageplay / ddlg / cgl / sexual agere, noncon/dubcon/etc, incest, misgendering / detrans ⚠️ CURRENT BLACKLIST SQUICK TAGS ⚠️ "#bondage -"

[ ✦ ] ─ please let me know if you need anything else tagged!! i'd be happy to add to the blacklist squick tags if needed. [ ✦ ] ─ if you see stuff on my squick list that you like, still feel free to follow -- these aren't moral stances, they're simply not my thing, and i won't yuck your yum!! if you like things in the no-go list though... don't even bother... just leave.

────⌈ tags ⌋────

📌 [ my posts. ] ; 🎨 [ 046 art. ] ⚙️️ [ 046 wips. ] ; 💭 [ my thoughts. ] ✏️️ [ my scenarios. ] ; ✨ [ oc lore. ] ⭐ [ canon lore. ] ; 💤 [ 046 dreams. ]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ [ ♡ ]⎯⎯⎯⎯

[ official. ] ; [ imagines. ] ; [ affirmations. ] ; [ aesthetic. ] [ fashion. ] ; [ memes. ] ; [ misc. ] [ music. ] ; [ videos. ] ; [ voice. ] ; [ img. ]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ [ ♡ ]⎯⎯⎯⎯

[ asks. ] ; [ ask games. ] ; [ tags games. ] [ prompts. ] ; [ need to draw. ] [ other ppls ships. ] ; [ irl. ] [ resources. ] ; [ favs. ]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ [ ♡ ]⎯⎯⎯⎯

[ nsft. ] ; [ nsft ds. ] ; [ suggestive. ]

───⌈ top romantic ⌋───

🍄 [ lying on the blade of an emotion. ] - ♫ ¬ ren brunet (oc) ¬ referred to as doc!ren 🧃 [ who is in control. ] - ♫ ¬ ren brunet (oc, villain au) ¬ referred to as v!ren 🦦 [ can’t escape it. ] - ♫ ¬ ren brunet (oc, Just Some Guy™ au) ¬ referred to as r!ren 🐸 [ look ahead. ] - ♫ ¬ ren brunet (oc, poke.mon au) ¬ referred to as poke!ren

──⌈ primary romantic ⌋──

📷 [ phantom hearts. ] - ♫ ¬ shirogane oushirou (starry☆sky) 🦎 [ chasing starlight. ] - ♫ ¬ gray ringmarc (hnkna) ☣️ [ good in red. ] - ♫ ¬ mars (oc)

──⌈ secondary romantic ⌋──

🏹 [ purple eyes. ] - ♫ ¬ raven (tales of vesperia) 💣 [ lost in your charm. ] - ♫ ¬ sirius (starry☆sky, polestar au)

──⌈ self insert & misc ⌋──

🐐 [ been up all night. ] - ♫ ¬ ro (self-insert) 🦔 [ used to be easy. ] - ♫ ¬ ro (self-insert, pokemon au) ❤️ [ all rom. ] ¬ all romantic f/os

──⌈ dormant romantic ⌋──

🐝 [ step on bug. ] - ♫ ¬ utsuro (jooubachi) ¬ no longer actively tagging 🤖 [ city of ghosts. ] - ♫ ¬ nika (oc) ¬ no longer actively tagging

───⌈ do not interact ⌋───

[ ✦ ] ─ NO minors, period. [ ✦ ] ─ this is not a roleplay blog -- do not solicit me for nsft DMs. this is simply a space for me to be horny over fictional characters. [ ✦ ] ─ i'm a staunch lgbtqia+ inclusionist. yes, including mspec lesbians. yes, including xenogenders. zionism and antisemitism both not welcome here. [ ✦ ] ─ i dislike the fetishization of CSA, incest, abuse, assault, etc. difficult subjects should exist in fiction, but i'm uncomfortable with them being sensationalized and sexualized. i'm also against real person fiction. [ ✦ ] ─ villain f/os are loved and appreciated here, but violently bigoted or fascist f/os will get you blocked. if you have to write an essay to find a loophole out of this... just assume i'll block you anyway. [ ✦ ] ─ i block liberally, and if you need to block me -- even if we're mutuals -- no hard feelings. curate your online experience. peace and love on planet earth.

──⌈ before you follow ⌋──

[ ✦ ] ─ DO NOT selfship with my ocs; they're very personal to me. if we aren't mutuals, please keep comments platonic. [ ✦ ] ─ i'm cool with sharing canon characters, but i'll respect if you don't want to share. if i gain a shared f/o and you're non-sharing, we can block each others' f/o tags, or you can unfollow (i won't be offended -- i'll understand why you did). [ ✦ ] ─ if i have non-sharing friends who share the same f/o, it's their responsibility to block each other and any tags, not mine. it's unfair to demand friends drop / not make new friends because of potential f/o overlap. [ ✦ ] ─ i tag general triggers as "#trigger -", and i tag the series "#pokemon -" and "#umineko -" / "#umineko spoilers -". if you need me to tag anything else, let me know!

───⌈ for your info ⌋───

[ ✦ ] ─ i observe reblog / ask game courtesy and appreciate it in return! i don't do chain reblogs or chain mail, but if you tag / send one to me, i appreciate the thought all the same!! 💗 [ ✦ ] ─ chronic illness makes me slow to reply. i'm not ignoring you; i just need time to put my thoughts together. and when i have flare-ups, i'll draft things and read / reblog them once i've recovered. [ ✦ ] ─ i also don't follow-back often due to low social battery. i appreciate seeing you in my notifs, though, and i love reading any tags on your reblogs!! 💖

8 notes · View notes

mercuryislove · 3 months

Text

man. I can't believe people like. fall in love lol

#remembered that it has been [redacted] years since ive dated or slept with anyone or had romantic feelings for someone at all #and im wondering if i will ever feel that way about anyone ever again lol #my heart is cold and dark and hard even though i am a romantic deep down.#i WANT to be in love with someone so bad but i have uh. a bad record and also i never meet new people #and let me tell you. there are not a lot of single gay girls in my age range here. theyre all like 19. no thank you.#NOT TO MENTION i am fucked in the head and honestly kind of not built for a relationship anyway #like i have war flashbacks thinking about how truly insane and flat out psychotic i became during breakups #but that's beside the point lol #the point is that i really cant imagine a future for myself where anyone will ever love me. lol.#i think i will be trapped in my lonely purple bedroom with this mismatched furniture and this finicky lamp all by myself until i die #and you know. it's whatever. most of the time i dont even care

7 notes · View notes

sysig · 10 months

Photo

Dying about stick figures rn (Patreon)

#Doodles #AvA #Decided that since all of AvM Season 3 is out and compiled that would be a good thing to watch - and also all of Part V to start on Part VI #Because eating a whole bunch of A Thing at once is totally not a recipe for Things To Happen in my brain lol #Nah I'm happy about it ♪ I keep Meaning to do other things and then- :P Such is the way #Anyway it's been too long since I've drawn them <3 And I realized I have everyone's colours in pencil now! Not just ink!#Makes for some chunky lads at times - Red probably got the worst of it overall lol - but it's decently fun :D #My drawing teeny-tiny was amped up since y'know. They're stick figures - but did not take into account that my pencils are a little wide #Did not change after discovering this either lol you cannot remove me from my love of doodling tiny #Love 'em ♥#I still hold my fondness for The Dark Lord/The Chosen One! Yes I've seen all of Part V I just mentioned that! Lol #They are husbands I'm not in denial you're in denial #And then The King and Purple just kinda completely took over my attention lol ♪ I love them <3 #Flawed lads both of them! Puzzle pieces shaped like each other's broken hearts #Nothing kills me faster than adopted kids crossing the touch barrier with their adopted parent and being open and safe with each other I die #I'm quite happy with Purple's hug there ah <3 For that reason but also the way his arms are wrapped around his dad haha #It's cute! :D I'm pleased ♫#I can imagine a lot of these in the animated style and honestly it's got me a little itching to give it a go #There's a reason stick figure animation is so popular! Beginner-friendly haha

13 notes · View notes

yyuuraii · 2 years

Text

startin a blorbo collection 🤲

left = 89cm._ and hiu.bucin on insta, right = @calciumyum burpled = fumiyez on twt

#remember the 'commissioning my nonmcyt friends to draw fruitninja' post #i only gave my friends (who drew the 1st fruitninja and purpled) their mc skins so imagine the suffering #+cal beloved doesnt count bc he knows mcyt but i cant resist (((heart eyes)))#fruitninja #purpled #yyuu rambles #i commed my other nonmcyt friends to draw frootninja so this is only part 1 WOOO

65 notes · View notes

popcrone818 · 2 years

Text

How Could You Know - Luke Morrow

Part One Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

Part one is here baby !! please enjoy and leave feedback.

As I walked out of the Drug Rehab Centre in Oceanside, I was greeted by the sun shining in my face and my sister Camille holding a bouquet of flowers, her olive skin shining in the heat of the California sun.

“Its good to have you back, I've missed you so much.” She pulled me into a bone crushing hug before she helped me load my bags in the trunk of her beat up old car.

“I’ve missed you too. It’s been so long since I've seen the outside world.” We hopped into the cab of her car as she handed me the flowers she had gotten me.

“It really has been such a long time,” she pulled out of the parking lot and headed in the direction of her house on the beach. Camille was a hard-working bartender and business owner. She owns her own dive bar with the help of her business partner Billy. With her income she was able to afford a lavish home with beach views.

Once we pulled up, she grabbed my bags and unlocked her front door for me to follow her in.

“So, I do have to work tonight, but after the girls have finished on stage, you’ll have me all night long. We can have a few drinks and then get food on our way home and watch crappy movies.” I nodded at her as she showed me the room that she had converted for me to live in. She nodded as I sat on the bed in the centre of the room.

I watched as she backed out of the room. I looked around at my new room, everything seemed new, and I didn’t know how to take it all in. I had been in rehab for the last 12 months everything was so different for me now. I had been sober for a year now no more drugs running through my veins. Camille and I had lost our mother 6 months ago and I couldn’t even get a day pass to attend her funeral. I pulled out a photo frame from my bag. In the picture two little girls smiled up at me with an older woman behind the girls. My beautiful mother was the one who made me get help. She was the reason that I pushed myself to get better so I could come home to her. And now I’ll never be able to see her beautiful smile again. I watched a small tear drip onto the frame as I placed it on the side table and started to unpack my bag.

An hour later Camille popped her head in to see how I was going. I was sitting on the bed with a book in my hands and looked up.

“You ready to head out?” I nodded and pulled on my leather jacket as I followed her out the door. I noticed the bar was already fairly full when we walked in, and I pulled my jacket tighter around my body. Camille squeezed my shoulder before heading behind the bar. I took a seat at the bar and she handed me a glass of coke. I spun around to watch band play. The lead singer was Cassie Salazar, she used to babysit me and my best friend Frankie Mabuthia, I watched fondly as she took over the stage, she was going to be big one day. She used to teach me piano when she would babysit me, I don’t play anymore but I wish I did and I wish I still could. I twirled the straw in my drink as Billy pulled the cords out of amp effectively shutting off the mic as Cassie was introducing the band. She and Nora, the other waitress, made their way over to me and the bar.

“Omg! Callie! Your back? When did you get back?” Cassie pulled up off my seat and into a crushing hug.

“I got out today, Cam had to work so you could rock the stage, then were going to get greasy food and watch crappy movies when we get home.” I waved to Nora as Cassie tied her apron around her waist.

“Cassie, your favourite people are here.” Nora nodded to the group of Marines that just walked into the bar. I rolled me eyes a long with Cassie as she and Nora made their way over to get their orders. I looked back down at my drink waiting for Cam to come out from the back so we could get on with this girls night we had planned.

“Cal! Get your ass over here.” I looked up at my name and noticed Cassie standing with the Marines gesturing me over to them. I groaned but got off my seat leaving my drink and walked the few steps to the group. Cassie was talking animatedly to a dark-skinned man with a buzz cut, as I approached he turned around and I jumped into his arms. His arms wound around my back as my legs wrapped around his hips. I held him close tears brimming my eyes.

“It’s so good to see you too Ope.” I pulled away from him and jumped down suddenly remembering we weren’t the only ones here. Frankie pulled me to his side as he gestured around to the boys. “These are the guys, were shipping off to Iraq in two weeks.”

“Since when have you been a Marine?” I asked him as I punched his shoulder.

“6 months, after your, after everything I wanted to go out and do something, be someone other than just another taxpayer. We’ve been in training ever since. You look good, it helped you a lot.” I nodded and looked down, being reminded of where I had been and what I had missed. “Guys, this is Calliope, my very best friend in the whole world. Cassie used to babysit us.” I watched as Cassie blushed and looked around at the other guys. My eyes followed hers and my heart leapt into my throat. I pushed Frankie away and took a step back. It felt like I had seen a ghost, a ghost of my past I was hoping to forget. My hands started to shake as I continued to back up. Johno’s face flew through my mind and as I felt the cold the concrete of the bar on my knees I felt a soft pair of large hands gently take hold of my shoulders.

“Callie, hold your breath, your having a panic attack.” His sweet deep voice floated through my ears, the breakup of music to hear his voice helped bring me back from my panic. My green eyes flicked up to his hazel ones, tears were freely running down my face now. I looked over his shoulder at his Marine buddies. I noticed Frankie was standing right behind Luke. His expression one of realisation. I looked back at Luke willing my tears to stop but looking at him just brought back memories, memories I had tried so hard to forget, to push away. The way he made me feel in the last year or two before he went away. And he was here sober as well by the looks of things. Luke helped me up off the ground and helped me walk back over to the others. Cassie had brought over drinks for everyone before one of the bigger Marines spoke up.

“So, were good enough to save your ass but not good enough to touch it?” I watched as she walked away shaking her head. Luke handed me to Frankie and made to follow Cassie. I felt something deep in the pit of my stomach wake up before I turned my head back to Frankie and the guys. I wiped away my tears and looked at each one of them. Without Luke near me it was easier to not break down.

“I need names for whose ass I'm kicking if this one comes home injured.” I joked poking franking in the chest. Camille showed up and Frankie left me to say hello to my sister.

The blonde guy to my left who looked no older than 20 spoke up first.

“Brandon.”

“Armando.” The who made the ass comment. I nodded and took a seat at the table.

“Look you two better watch those two for me, if you come home and they don’t there will be hell to pay and I can promise you no matter what kind of training you’ve had you will not get away.” I threatened as I got closer to them. They swallowed loudly before nodding as Luke, Frankie and my sister all walked back up to us.

“You ready to get out of here?” Cam asked me, I nodded and waved at the boys as I followed my sister out.

#luke morrow #luke morow x reader #luke morrow imagines #luke morrow x you #luke morrow x oc #nicholas galitzine #purple hearts

661 notes · View notes