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pedropascallme · 1 year

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Hey ! The weapon play in your Din fic was so fucking hot, I didn’t know I would like it ahahah I think you’ve awaken something in me 😂 And I loved your Drabble with Din teaching you Mando’a 🥴 I would love if you would write another smut piece with Din !

I love me some size kink cause I’m a smol girl ahah and I really like the way you write Din !! If you’re down to write a little smut with plot it would be amazing !

AN: I hope this is what you had in mind!! Definitely lacking a little in plot but I am optimistic that the smut will make up for it <3

“Quiet,” Din’s hand came down to slap your thigh.

You hadn’t meant to get him so hot and bothered, truthfully you had been trying to calm yourself down; Tatooine was hot and dry and maybe it had made you a little delirious. Just a bit. But you couldn’t help but focus on how Din carried himself, how his broad shoulders framed the rest of his body, how big his gloved hand felt against your back as he guided you through street vendors and the various misfits that the desert planet attracted. When he gave your side a squeeze when he realized you had been silent for longer than five minutes, it went straight to your core. And with a little more staring, with a little pep in your step and swaying of your hips, with a whine of his name, Din had you in an alley, back pushed against a wall that felt like it could crumble with every one of his thrusts.

“This what you needed, pretty girl? Big cock in that little cunt?” He kept his voice low, breathing his words out as he pounded into you. He had a hand on your waist, helping you support yourself, while the other pressed firm against the wall to keep himself up.

“Y—yes!” You let out a whine. He tilted his body back, taking the sight of you in as he continued to push himself into you. Maker, you looked so small, so helpless. He told you as much, and you moaned, prompting another smack to your thigh.

“I told you to be quiet. Do what you’re told.” He drew himself out of your heat, teasing you with the head of his cock, goading you.

“I’m sor—I’m sorry,” You choked on your words. “Please, Din, I’m sorry.” You brought your voice down to a whisper.

“I know you are, mesh’la.” It was all he needed to hear, and he rammed himself back into you. Looking down, he watched you swallowing him; he could see your cunt squeezing him tight, and he could swear that seeing it was sometimes even better than feeling it—not that he would ever be able to choose.

One of your hands came up to grab the hand he had planted on the wall, distractedly attempting to entangle your fingers with his. Your fingers looked so dainty in comparison to his, so pure of all the damage his own hands had created. He lifted his hand slightly, allowing you to grab hold of him, and he gave your hand a squeeze.

“Oh!” You tried to keep your interjection quiet, but it was difficult to think of anything but the way Din was absolutely wrecking you. Your other hand flew to your lower stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock inside of you as it nudged your cervix.

“That’s it. Taking it so good.” He sped up. “Going to fill you up so good, cyar’ika. Can you take it? Keep my cum in that little pussy till I can clean you up?”

All you could do was open your mouth in a silent cry, before you felt yourself fall forward, limp, against him. You shook, vision blurred as you came for him.

The cold metal of his armor cooled your sweaty body, and you felt yourself lifting off the ground slightly as he continued his movements.

“Good girl, s—so good.” He gave you a few more thrusts before emptying himself into you. You felt the warmth of his seed deep in your stomach, and you let out a whine in thanks.

He leaned forward, pressing you between himself and the wall. He nuzzled his head into you, and you turned your face just enough to kiss the temple of his helmet.

“You’re crushing me.” You teased.

“You love it.” He spoke up after a few seconds, softening cock still inside you, his breathing going shaky every time he felt your pussy squeeze around him—the aftershock of the orgasm he had just drawn from you. “I think we should get back to the ship.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #din djarin #din djarin smut #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorian smut #mandalorian x you #mandalorian x reader #smexy-bucky-waifu #hehe send me asks

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smolwritingchick · 6 months

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Hi! Starting over again!

Idk how many people may remember this blog but hi! I'm Val aka Smolwritingchick.

I used to post The Bangtan Gal here on Tumblr. A BTS Jungkook love story about an 8th member of BTS, Jennie Walker.

I'm starting over. I have two stories I want to post on here that I deleted. A wrestling story called Forced To Believe which is about a female member of The Shield from WWE (I posted that on fanfiction.net many years ago) and my BTS story, Bangtan Gal. Currently editing chapters and will post them soon.

I took a long break from writing due to my mental health and just lack of motivation to write as I focused more on work and had other passions. But I miss it and would love to repost my work. I'm not a big fan of the fanfiction.net site these days so I will be posting my stories on Wattpad, Tumblr and Archive of our own for now on.

I'm hoping to continue The Bangtan Gal as I plan out new chapters after editing the old ones. For now, what matters is that I'm having all these chapters up from what has already been written so people can reread.

This blog will focus 95% on my K-Pop story The Bangtan Gal, so expect a lot of posts and asks regarding my K-Pop story and fewer posts about my wrestling story. I'm more focused on that, so sorry in advance.

I don't really care about the notes or views. I just want to post these up again and see where it goes.

I keep rereading my stories and I really miss it so why not?

Stay tuned.

Links:

I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own

Forced To Believe Masterlist

Bangtan Gal Masterlist

Bangtan Gal Smol oneshot/drabble Masterlist

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tarrenterror25 · 7 months

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TARREN 💕 IM SO SORRY I KEEP FORGETTING TO SEND ASKS FOR SPOOPY SEASON

If it's not too late for the Fear Lounge I was hoping for a smol drabble for Yandere!Alfred (for me and C). Make it as dark as you'd like!!

And what spoopy movie you'd recommend to a newbie horror movie watcher! I'm thinkin of dipping my toes into the pool 👀

🕸️ Caught! - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will write a drabble for you! (Less than 500 words) 📼 Scary Movie - I'll tell you what horror/Halloween/fall movie I'd watch with you!

Fear Lounge

Hi H!! You made it just in time and oh dear 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I had a scene thought out for this request, but as I started writing it uh...took a turn and I know you said make it as dark as I'd like, but I'm still worried this is too much 😩 I went with the more obsessive side of yandere 💀 I was inspired by movies like Prom Night (2008) and The Resident (2011). I hope you and C like it!! 💕💕

Yandere!Alfred Pennyworth x (Implied)F!Reader

Tags: stalking, masturbating (male), yandere, mention of dubcon/noncon actions

It’s as soon as Bruce leaves that Alfred does his own moonlighting of sorts.

As the Dodge Charger roars out of Wayne Terminus, Alfred makes his way to his desk in the open concept foyer.

It’s just a few clicks to pull up what he’s looking for; pictures and videos of you from the Wayne Tower security cameras.

Alfred admits he was ashamed for lusting after you, but he’s in too deep now. There’s no going back.

He lets out a soft sigh as he undoes the button and zipper of his pants.

There’s a camera that overlooks directly above your desk at Wayne Tower, during the day he often watches you work. Sometimes he gets a nice view down your blouse depending on the angle you sit at.

Alfred begins to stroke his cock to the sight of you. He’s always such a well composed man, but you, something about you sets him off, makes him…unhinged.

All the things he’s done to get close to you; finding excuses for him to call you, brushing his hand against yours, or insisting you join him on errands for Bruce.

As he touches himself, his other hand retrieves from his pocket a pair of your panties. He couldn’t help looking through your bag that day when he saw on the cameras that you had left your desk. He doesn’t know what possessed him, but he rummaged through your belongings and found the garment and pocketed it.

He strokes his cock faster now. God, he’s so hard from just thinking about how you make him come undone. He imagines that fucking you would ruin a man to pieces. Oh, how he longs to feel you from the inside; wants to rut into you until you’re full of his come. He bets you’d look stunning underneath him.

“God,” he breathes out before bringing your panties to his face and deeply inhaling your scent from them.

He adjusts them in his hand and wraps that hand around his cock so he’s stroking himself with your panties. He uses his free hand to navigate the pictures and videos.

You make him absolutely insane.

His hand moves faster and his breath hitches in his throat.

He wishes he had more courage to approach you in person, but words fail him when he’s around you. You’re so beautiful and his throat tightens when you walk near him; the way your hips move, the scent of your perfume as you walk by, the way your eyes look from under those lashes.

He comes with a sudden gasp and jerk. He releases his spend into your lacy garment, moaning softly as he watches it soak up his come off his cock.

Maybe he should give them back to you like this. You would never know…or you might. He isn’t sure which idea he likes better.

Alfred cleans himself up and looks to the pictures of you on his computer screen.

His gaze slides over to a file on his desk, a file he asked you to bring to him first thing in the morning. You won’t be able to find it and well, he’d be remissed to not help you.

There are soooo many options in my head for what I would recommend as a horror movie if you're just getting into them, but I gotta go with a classic that (to me) feels well rounded enough to introduce someone to horror!

With you, H, I'd watch-!

It is a SUPER fun and neat horror movie. It has some intrigue, supernatural elements, and some blood and guts, but the tone of the movie is very light and spooky rather than doom, gloom, and gore. One of my besties and I have a tradition of watching it EVERY year because it's just a classic. It's got a little bit of everything! Plus, I think there are some scenes you'd really like!!

#fear lounge 2023 #thanks for asking!#alfred pennyworth x reader #alfred pennyworth smut #the batman!alfred pennyworth x reader

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muffinbeliever · 1 year

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Drunk Confessions

The reader makes fun, girly drinks for the boys. Chaos ensues.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 582 (she's a smol one!)

Warnings: alcohol (?), fluff, very rushed lol

Square Filled: Feelings Accidentally Revealed @spnfluffbingo

A/N: oh my god hello everyone i am so sorry for the long hiatus/break that i took unexpectedly i missed you all so much and i felt so guilty every day that i didn’t write oops here is a little drabble because i cant bring myself to write more than 2 pages right now, for my 2022 fluff bingo that i am continuing through 2023 (OOPS) i love you all and i hope you enjoy !!!

Masterlist | SPN Fluff Bingo 2022 Masterlist

You slammed the shot glass on the table as the whiskey burned your throat. Your face wrinkled in disgust.

“Oh, that is just… that’s awful,” you said with a shudder. “You guys like this stuff?”

Sam threw his head back with a laugh while Dean looked at you like you grew two heads.

“What?” You asked, defensively. “Don’t tell me whiskey tastes better than literally any fruity cocktail in existence.”

“Dean is still scarred from the time he drank purple nurples,” Sam smirked.

“What the hell is a purple nurple?”

“Don’t even ask,” Dean groaned, shaking his head. An idea sparked in your head before you could reply, so you curbed your curiosity, formulating a plan instead.

“I’ll be right back,” you announced, as you stood from the wooden chair.

An hour and three drinks later, you were buzzing with alcohol, your body filled with warmth.

“Woah, Sam, are you drunk?” You asked, perplexed. In all of your years with the brothers, you had never seen either of them drunk. Alcohol was like water to them.

“Psh, yeah,” he said, sassily.

“How is that possible? You’re a giant. And you’ve been drinking since you were twelve!”

“‘Cause Sammy only drinks beer, sweetheart. You get three shots of liquor in him, and he’s out for the night,” Dean laughed, but his slightly slurred words and shining green eyes indicated that he, too, was pretty far gone.

“At least I’m not short.” Sam bit back from where he was slouched in an armchair, giving his classic bitch face. "And bossy.” You laughed at his seriousness. He looked over at you and raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing so hard over there, Y/N/N. You’re the one who’s in love with him.” Your jaw dropped at Sam’s bluntness, your eyes quickly darting towards the older, henley-wearing hunter, who was luckily drunk and distracted.

“Shut up, Sam,” you laughed, nervously, hoping Dean was too drunk to hear the tremble in your voice.

“Please. Sound familiar? ‘I would rather stay in Purgatory for a week than spend one more night listening to Dean with another girl,’” Sam said, mocking you in a higher-pitched voice.

“You said you’d never bring that up!” Your face was heated, embarrassment steadily growing inside of you. “And I don’t sound like that!”

“I’m getting another drink,” Sam slurred, getting out of his chair.

You watched with amusement as he stumbled towards the alcohol on the table, carefully sniffing each one, before settling on a fruity cocktail you had finished making just minutes before. You smiled at your small triumph.

You looked over towards Dean again, your heart melting at the bright smile he flashed you.

“Hey,” you murmured once he was close enough. He pulled you into his arms, and you relaxed in his embrace. Drunk Dean was handsy and affectionate, always talking about how good you smelled. You were familiar with Drunk Dean, having met him a few times throughout your years with the brothers.

“If I had known you felt that way, I wouldn’t see all those girls,” he said, quietly. Your heart soared at his words— the words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long now— but you knew that it was wrong for you to ask this of Dean, and you shook your head.

“No I get it, it’s your coping mechanism. You like it,” you argued, albeit weakly.

“No, Y/N. I like you,” Dean insisted, before capturing your lips with his.

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whatthefishh · 11 months

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Hi Mona <33

You're so cooool (and im proud of you in case you havent heard yet!!!)

Okay so exams are killing me even though they actually haven't STARTED yet its just the prep and the stress yknow!!! Anyway you also know I'm very much a slut for Rydal and the way you write him bc uhh he's just so fcuking fine and I love your writing!!

I know you aren't doing drabbles right now but would you spare this desperate and tired soul a few cutie pie Ryda hcs. Just a few smol cute ones abt his soft caring and hnghgnghgng during the high stress school seasons (yeah im projecting whatever.)

ANYWAY!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!

-Clem <333

Hi cutie

Thank you 🥺 and WDYM COOL LMAOO

Exams and exam prep can be super stressful, hope you’re taking care of yourself sweetie. I can definitely spare some Rydal HCs, and I know @campingwiththecharmings @xbellaxcarolinax and @melodygatesauthor have been asking me to drop stuff for our fave nepo baby hehehe

Random Rydal HCs:

Going out for something as simple as a drive isn’t just going for a drive with Rydal. The man puts on cologne and special sunglasses that he says work better for driving but you know it’s bullshit, he just thinks he looks cooler with them on in his vintage and unnecessarily expensive car.

Is the boyfriend that puts his hand on your thigh while driving. Buys you a drinkie drink and critiques your DJ skills loudly and rudely.

A trip to the mall usually means you have to block off a whole afternoon for it. Rydal tries on more clothes than you thought was possible, requesting certain cuts from the retail workers that you don’t even recognize. He definitely tries to fuck you in the changing rooms when the staff leaves you alone, claiming he could make it worth it for you to sit through his little fashion show.

You let him.

The first time you take Rydal thrift shopping he refuses to touch anything in the store. You think he’s mad at you for how little he speaks and how he glared at you when you ask him if the top you’re holding up would look good on you.

To make up for it, he forces you to get a pedicure with him. You thought he was joking but he’s dead serious, his face growing more irritated when you tell him you’ve never had one, opting to save your money and take care of them yourself. He scoffs and essentially drags you by the wrist (why does that action alone have your knees knocking together—) to the salon and picking out your colour for you. You feel quite pretty after you can’t deny but the memory of his face dropping never fails to make you laugh.

Playing board games with Rydal meant screaming matches that ended with the board game toppled over and his lips pressed against yours angrily

Movie nights found you both ripping on the movie choice of the night, commenting almost through the whole thing and making claims of what you’d change, what he thinks would’ve been a smarter decision of the main characters, taking sides and arguing them whole heartedly as if the people in the films and their actions had a direct connection to your lives

Sometimes Rydal would come over while you were in the shower. Sometimes he’d join you, finding it hilarious that you thought he was a serial killer but soon distracting you by dropping to his knees for you.

Sleepovers found you either on opposite sides of the bed or breathing in each other’s skin, arms holding the other close, legs tangled. The nights you spent laying with him were usually the sweetest mornings. Sometimes he’d wake you up with kisses, borderline ticklish movements, not letting up even while you squealed for him to stop. He didn’t let up until he pulled peals and peals of laughter from you, sharing syrupy kisses after and causing early morning butterflies to stir as your heart swelled with affection.

These were extremely random and scatter brained and I’m sorry because I really should be sleeping but I love him so much and I miss him and I promise I’ll work on my WIP soon ❤️ love ya

#inbox 💌#Clem tag #yes this is about rydal keener #rydal keener fanfiction #rydal keener x you #rydal keener x reader #rydal keener #rydal keener fluff #mona’s 1k #stay awake with me #oxford comma fic

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midgardian-witch · 1 year

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I am multi-faceted and can't decide between fluff and smut today. Lol. So, NSFW Snuggle and/or SFW Clothing for 🐺 (duh)? If you do the clothing one, maybe Jack wearing his girl's shirt? It's always the girl wearing the guy's stuff. Let's branch out. Lol. Jack is smol. It would work. Hah.

Sideways related, because wolf, but I'm enjoying the 10th Kingdom gifs you've been posting too. 👍

Glad you enjoy the 10th Kingdom content! I put that in my queue when I rewatched it some time ago so this is just perfect timing for more woof content 😂

I am going with the sfw prompt because it immediately gave me an idea (took a bit longer though because I saw your ask really late last night and was already half asleep by that point 😅). You did say girl's shirt (and I agree more boyfriends should wear their girlfriend's clothes) but it turned more gn!reader other than the mention of reader owning dresses (fashion has no gender but ya know).

Hope you like it 💙

Tangled Up

Send me a prompt and a character and I'll write a reader drabble

tags: fluff | Scent Kink (hinted) | established relationship | mentions of reader owning dresses | gn!reader

ships: Jack Russell/Reader

AO3

(edit: I just now realized I totally forgot to put the tags in. I am so sorry 😭)

(edit 2: added AO3 link)

[CLOTHING] Person A finds Person B wearing their clothing.

You were exhausted. If everything had worked out like you had planned you'd have been in bed cuddling with your boyfriend hours ago. But of course things didn't go like you wanted them to.

The door falls closed behind you with a heavy thud. You throw your bag to the side carelessly and walk into your flat but there is no sign of Jack. You expected him to perk up at the first sign of your arrival but alas neither hide nor hair of your werewolf boyfriend in either the living room or kitchen.

"Jack? I'm home, baby!"

Your call is left unanswered. That's unusual. Your brows furrow as you wander your flat until you stand in front of your bedroom door. Inside you hear a soft whimper. Your heart sinks into your stomach, dread pulling it down heavily.

Was Jack hurt? Is that why he didn't greet you as soon as you entered the flat?

With panic rising in your throat you open the door. The sight that greets you takes your breath away.

In what can only be described as a nest of clothing lies Jack, dressed in nothing but a very familiar looking hoodie. He's curled around your pillow, your pajamas squished between it and his face. Every inhale of air is followed by a soft little whine from Jack.

He looks so cute that it hurts you physically.

You clear your throat awkwardly and at the sound his face immediately pops up. As Jack sees you his eyes grow wide and with an excited yelp he tries to scramble off of his makeshift nest. In his haste he gets tangled in some of the laundry. It's an adorable sight, like a puppy stuck in a blanket.

You try and fail to stifle your giggling as you watch Jack struggle to get out of his nest. You decide to have mercy on him and walk over to him. He looks up at you as you stand at the edge of the bed, his eyes sparkling with joy. Dear god, you were only gone for a while but you've missed him. And by the Look in his eyes know he missed you too.

You lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, love"

"You're here now. That's what matters, mi amor."

Your eyes wander his handsome face and travel downwards to the hoodie he had wrapped himself in. On closer inspection you realize why it looked so familiar.

"That's mine, isn't it?"

Jack tries to hide his embarrassment and his face inside the hoodie. His antics make you laugh again. He mumbles something into the soft fabric that you don't quite catch.

Your hands cup his face and you tilt his head up tentatively, his eyes looking right into yours. No words leave your lips, you just raise your eyebrow, silently asking him to repeat himself.

"It's all yours,” he admits, gesturing towards the piles and piles of clothing. Shirts, pants, dresses, underwear, everything he could get his hands on, “I missed you, mi vida. So I-...well…"

You can feel the heat in his cheeks against your fingers. You're breathless for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. He had missed you so much that his first instinct was to surround himself with your things, your scent.

The love you feel for him swallows you whole, like crashing waves pulling you down. It’s too much all at once, this ocean of emotion in which you'd gladly drown.

“I love you,” you choke out the words, tears of joy threatening to spill out at a moment's notice. His kind eyes watch you, his own breath caught in his throat as he recognizes the raw emotion on your face. His hands find yours against his cheek and he pulls them to his mouth, his lips peppering soft kisses to your palm and wrist.

“I love you too. More than words can describe.”

Jack pulls you towards him onto the bed. You follow his lead and join him on the pile of laundry that you’ll have to take care of at some point. But those thoughts were for later. Much later.

You lay together and bask in each other's presence. Jack curls around you like he had with your pillow before you found him and mirroring his movements you entangle your limbs with his until you don’t know where he begins and you end. You bury your face into his neck to breathe him in. You don’t need his enhanced sense of smell to notice how the scent of your favorite perfume that still clings to the fabric of your hoodie mingles with his own. You’re usually not the possessive kind and yet heat coils in your stomach.

You try to pull him even closer to you, only your clothes as a barrier between your two bodies. You want to feel his skin on yours but for now you are too comfortable just existing like this, with him curled around you and you curled around him in turn. A pleased sigh escapes Jack as you squeeze him tighter, his hands holding onto you like he never wants to let you go. And you return the sentiment. There is nothing that could come between you now, nothing that could make you let go of him. At least until you decide to strip Jack out of your favorite hoodie.

#jack russell/reader #jack russell x reader #jack russell #werewolf by night #werewolf by night fanfic #requested fic #fran-writes

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caffiene-fueled-fuckery · 11 months

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omg ok sorry for sending in another one of these but i had an idea and i would love to hear your thoughts! (i also loved the drabble you wrote it was so sweet)

what are your headcanons for father mulcahy specifically on his childhood in philadelphia 👀

Okay so the info we're given about his past in the show isn't 100% clear but I have lots of thoughts so...

-I think it's canon that he had a large family growing up? He mentions having to share a bed with his brothers and he writes to his sister, the sister. I'm not sure if we're ever told, but I like to think that Mulcahy was the oldest sibling.

-His parents both drank, which likely put a lot of strain on his relationship with them, especially when they were angry. As the oldest he probably tried to shield his siblings, but as he told that one boxer, he was an easy target. He was small and meek so he was probably also an easy target for his parents as well. Idk if they were abusive, but I definitely wouldn't be surprised.

-Since he had to share a bed with his brothers, its likely that his family was poor. And being poor in a city like Philly probably meant not living in a great area. Hence why he was likely even more of a target to the neighbourhood kids in a rough neighbourhood. Food would be another issue, and I feel like not getting enough food or good food might have been the reason he was so small. I mean he's not small in the show, he just looks short compared to the monsters that are Hawkeye, BJ, and Charles. But idk he gives me smol vibes (affectionately, as if he couldn't knock me out with one punch).

-Mulcahy always seems to be hanging around in the background most of the time, at least in earlier seasons before he really gets close to anyone else. He doesn't draw attention to himself and he seems sort of shy. It makes me wonder if that has to do with being the target of bullying as a kid or if it had something to do with abuse, or if it was part of being in a big family... He just sort of blends in a lot and I like to think that's intentional. Although it could also be because he's trying to do good things and be a support to people without being super obvious? But in general I just think he's shy.

-This kinda goes with the last point but Mulcahy seems to have some self-worth issues. I'm sure a lot of it comes from the pressure of being the Chaplain but he never seems to think he's good enough. And I can't help but feel like that comes from a troubled childhood with neglectful and/or abusive parents. Maybe this is just my inner psych student overthinking though.

My God I have so many more thoughts on this man. I typed this out and idk if it even makes any sense. I can definitely make this much more cohesive later and actually make sense (hopefully) but I felt bad that it took me so long to reply to your ask so... yeah. These are my messily articulated thoughts. I'd love to hear yours!

#father mulcahy #francis mulcahy #m*a*s*h #mash #mash posting #mashblr

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softsnzstuff · 2 years

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Well if you’re bored and want any prompts I have an idea…

Steve usually has a total dad sneeze. Loud and obnoxious and over the top. But then he comes down with an awful cold and all the energy has completely been sapped out of him, to the point where he can’t even sneeze normally, instead they’re weak and soft and totally exhausted sounding. Eventually, Eddie can’t take it anymore and he swoops in to save the day, getting Steve to finally just accept that he’s too sick to do anything other than rest.

Hi Anon! Thank you for the prompt! Still working out keeping my writing in character. I come offering this Drabble with smol sick Steve and caring!boyfriend Eddie.

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Steve Harrington was known for a lot of things. Former king of Hawkins High, his amazing hair, now known for his babysitting services amongst the parents - and for anyone else who knew Steve, he was known for his loud “dad sneeze”.

With a track record of scaring Nancy or Robin with his unexpected sneezes, it was certainly out of the ordinary when all of a sudden he had gone quiet.

He was working a shift at the video store that day. He wished he wasn’t because he had a monster of a head cold that wouldn’t leave him alone. It was more inconvenient than anything, sneezing every couple of minutes. It left him drained.

When Robin clocked in to start her shift, she was leaning against the counter while Steve restocked some shelves. He came up to the register to grab a couple more movies that were returned when his breath started to hitch.

Somewhat over dramatically, Robin covered her ears and ducked behind the counter as if taking shelter from an incoming explosion.

“Hehhh … hh’tsssh! Tissshiew!!”

When an explosion didn’t come, Robin emerged from behind the desk, opening one eye slowly and saying, “ummm bless you??”

Steve quipped back, “ummm thank you??” Mimicking her confused energy.

“Sorry… just… what was that??” Robin asked.

“I sneezed Robin, I have a cold.”

“I know I know but like… usually you sneeze like a dad.”

“What does that even mean, Robin??”

“LOUD! Ask Eddie, Nancy, Dustin, anyone really.” She explained.

Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed a few more movies, walking over to the shelves where they belong. For the next half hour, the store was quiet except for the occasional customer and Steve’s frequent sniffles or sneezes.

“Heptsssh!”

“Bless you!” Robin called from the counter. The bell above the door chimed, letting her know a customer just walked in.

“Mmptsssh” he muffled into his sleeve.

“Bless you again!!”

“Heh tsschiew!!”

“Steve -“

“Robin’d if you say bless you one m’bore time…”

“No, sorry I was just gonna say umm- Eddie’s here.”

Steve looked up to see his metal head boyfriend walking over to him.

“Christ, Stevie, what happened to you? You’re so… quiet today.” He smirked.

“I TOLD YOU!” Robin blurred out, but then turned back to the register pretending to help another guest.

Eddie came up behind the younger boy and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, his head resting on Steve’s shoulder. “Come on, I’m taking you home. You sound exhausted.”

“My shift still has two hours.” He mumbled.

“I got it Steve, go home.” Steve turned to look at Robin, who suddenly blushed, “I’m NOT eavesdropping. Swear.” She used her fingers to draw a cross over her heart.

Both boys couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

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It was only when Steve got home that he realized how truly beat he was. His bones felt like jello, his head was pounding, and he couldn’t stop sneezing.

Eddie’s heart softened at seeing how tired his boyfriend was. Steve was nonstop, always doing something for someone else. Eddie just wanted him to rest.

Eddie sat at the head of Steve’s bed, with his legs slightly apart after taking off his shoes. “Come here babe.”

Steve, who had since changed out of his work uniform, nestled his body in the space Eddie had made for him, laying his head on Eddie’s chest. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve while the younger man closed his eyes.

Eddie planted a soft kiss on his boyfriend’s fluffy hair and whispered, “goodnight Steve.”

#e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #steddiesnz #bff Robin #soft boys #ask box #anon prompt

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northerngoshawk · 2 years

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🛒, 💖, and 🦅 for the fanfic writer emoji asks! (- thinkingisadangerouspastime)

thanks for the ask @thinkingisadangerouspastime! (also sorry for disabling anon, i did it due to... extenuating circumstances 😅)

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

ooh, good question! i know early on in my writing of atla fics, i tended to use a recurring "theme" of breathing, esp if it pertained to Aang lol. ik i used it extensively in the avatar's fear (not that i want many people to read it, it's kinda old now 😅) and somewhat in one of my mcd fics to describe Katara's grief... yeah that's all i'm saying for now.

nowadays? i'm not entirely sure, haha. i seem to jump around a lot with what i write, from a self-indulgent au fic to a couple heavier introspection fics. i do, however, seem to notice i'm moving into more gen fics that focus on Aang and his relationship to the Air Nomads... 👀

💖 What made you start writing?

i was a sad and smol child

tbh, i think it was because i really, really loved creating different scenarios in my head of literally any fictional media i consumed, whether it be tv shows, books, movies, you name it! eventually, i found out about fic, and i was like, "wait... i can WRITE THIS?!"

so yeah, that's how i got into fic 😊

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

so, at the beginning, i was most definitely an outliner. my mcd fics? yep! my aang-centric piece? oh for sure. then it was just a bunch of drabbles and the like, so it really didn't need outlines haha.

once i started delving more and more into emotion-driven fics, tho, i definitely discarded the outlining process. i think the turning point was definitely once i'd written teach me how to live my life (because I can't remember how), my first really big emotion-driven fic, and from there, i started writing fics purely off of emotion.

the only exception to this rule was see the sky and sea (and remember me), my niche Kataang au fic that's based off of a Chinese animated movie. since it's a multi-chapter, i had to outline in order to see which sections goes with which chapter, and even then, i didn't get it right the first time, haha. but overall, i'm definitely more of a flyby than a planner now lol.

#thinkingisadangerouspastime #northern answers #fic ask game #fic ask game answer

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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a h a h a ,

i ' m just currently stumbling upon your ✨ lovely ✨ blog , and i ' m - unsure if you are currently taking requests , because i are have dumb , b u u u t - if you a r e infact taking requests ,

can . . i request a smol dribble drabble of rob zombie ' s michael myers and reader fluffy stoof ?

maybe some - cliché baking headcanon stuff ?

michael continuously eats and snacks on the ingredients , and reader keeps having to swat his hand away , but regardless , they both have fun - 👉👈 ?

gender neutral reader is fine , i just laugh at the idea of baking with rob zombie michael myers ☺ -

sorry if it ' s long - i also enjoy your writing lot ' s - i ' m nervous about requesting this ahsndkdjndm - have a nice day ☺🌻

SUGAR AND A LOT

OF CARE TOO

CONTENT:

Pairings: RZ Michael Myers x reader

Tw: none! Just reader and mikey boi being soft for each other

Summary: Michael and you spend a nice day baking. Or well you're baking and he's just trying to make you run out of frosting

A/N: Hiiii! Thank you so much for the nice request and all the kind words^^ don't be nervous!! I love having people asking me to write stuff. It just takes a little bit of time cause between being dyslexic, english not being my first language and overall having the attention spam of a goldfish is making me slow af with writing. Anyhow, RZ MIKEY BAKING IS LIKE TOO FUCKING ADORABLE. Maybe I made him a little bit ooc but I hope you like it anyways!!

If you said to someone that Michael Myers liked to bake with you, they would never believe you. You had to admit you were finding it kinda hard to believe that this is the same man everyone calls the shape of haddonfield, evil himself if you will.

You hear him huffing and you look up from the batter you were mixing to look at him.

You gave him the task of making vanilla and chocolate frosting for the cake and he was actually doing a pretty good job. He carefully added every ingredient to the bowl, it was actually kinda funny seeing a guy as big as him being uncharacteristically gentle when handling something. He kept glancing over to the note on which you had written him the recipe while huffing strands of hair away from his face.

He had started to wear the mask less around you and you were so grateful for that. You loved his face and being able to see how expressive he truly is.

"Wait honey, let me help you" you said softly. You put down the bowl with the batter and went to stand behind him "why didn't you ask me for a hair tie if you needed one??" You positioned your hands on his shoulders, pulling slightly down to get him to lower enough for you to reach his head without difficulty.He instead reached for one of the chairs and sat so you could have full access to his hair more easily.

He knows he can ask you for a hair tie but he likes it better when you run your hands through his hair to tie it up. He loves the sensation of you combing gently his long, blonde locks and it takes a lot of self control to not just smile like an idiot every time.

As you tie his soft hair up you hear him sigh with content and you know better than pointing it out so you just smile to yourself.The nice moment comes to a short end when you see Michael straight up dipping his index finger inside the frosting "Michael! If you keep doing that we're gonna run out of icing!" You couldn't hold back the laugh as you playfully swat his hand away, gaining a death stare from him.

You're telling THE Michael Myers what to do? Buckle up cause you started a war you will not win

"Don't look at me like that big guy, you- HEY!" While you were talking and trying to act big and tough he got up, reached to take the spoon he was using for mixing and without even thinking about it he just shamelessly licked the icing from it. Your face went through all the 5 stages of grief in one second. As soon as you tried to take back the spoon he just lifted his hand higher where you couldn't reach it (which didn't need to be much since he was already so much taller than you)

You could see the amusement in his eyes as he watched you jump up and down to reach the spoon.

"Michael!! I swear if you don't give me that spoon" you breathed out when you suddenly felt a big hand making its way on your side under your shirt just to feel his fingers starting to mercilessly tickle you.

"NO NONONO STOP STOP" you laughed out trying to get away from his playful attack. He just wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, making sure you didn't have the opportunity to run away. He kept on torturing you, moving swiftly his fingers and watching how you wiggled against him giggling and trying to push him away "OKAY FINE FINE YOU WIN!" You were out of breath so you had to just admit your defeat. When he stopped, you sighed with relief while placing your forehead on his chest and trying to steady your heartbeats. He mindlessly runs his fingers through your hair while waiting for you to catch your breath.

You relaxed under his touch and resting now your chin on him, you crane your neck to look at him smiling sheepishly.

"You're awful, you know that right?" His gaze softened as the corners of his mouth tugged up into a smirk. "Yeah you know, let's finish this cake before you get sick with the frosting" he nodded and reluctantly let go of you to go back to his taks. When the cake was done (with you having to keep the eye on Michael all the time) you both eated a piece, Michael having more than one, seating on the couch and watching a horror movie Michael wanted to watch with you. Days like this with Michael makes it hard for you to remember how life was before he came into your life. The only thing you know is that you would never want to go back.

#slashers #slasher community #slasher fandom #horror movies #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #michael myers #rz michael myers #halloween #michael myers x reader #rz halloween #slasher imagines

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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can you write a drabble of s/o age regressing after a scary situation and maybe hawks or dabi (whatever you feel) hugging them and just general fluff and comfort? I totally understand if you don't wanna write this so no pressure!!

Yeppers! As someone who experiences something similar to age regression/ little space, this will be based on my own experiences

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Type: headcanons/drabble

Warnings: Age regression/little space, crying, Manga spoilers for Dabi's backstory, reader being adorable

Other: I'm not %100 sure if I'd call my experience 'little space,' it's something that only showed up in the past year or so. Also, I usually only go into 'little space' when I'm very happy or comfortable or I'm doing something childish, and even after talking to people who actually age regress, I'm not sure what to call my experience.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Touya Todoroki/Dabi-

I feel like he doesn't understand it at first; like mans has never even heard of people who age regress until he met you.

When you first mentioned it to him, he was so confused.

"Okay so- hang on what?"

The first time you actually do it in front of him he literally has no idea what to do, he's so confused and probably more scared than you are.

He has the best intentions, but he did lock you in a room and call Toga for advice when you started to cry.

When you got big again, you were pissed.

And reasonably so.

It took a while, but he eventually got used to your little space and figured out what to do when you did this.

There was a point where he tried to deny how cute he thought it was- you acting like a child and doing childlike things.

He uses it as an opportunity to atone for the things he did as a child to his younger siblings, and as a way to feel like he can actually take care of something.

"Y/n, I'm back!" The door swung shut behind him as he stepped into your apartment, looking around, he couldn't see you. The whole place was a mess, books torn off their shelves and even some broken dishes in the kitchen.

Dabi frowned, he'd seen your apartment like this a couple of times before, usually what happens when you absolutely can't take it anymore.

He peeked inside your room, finding you sprawled on top of the sheets with your clothes still on, fast asleep.

He wished you'd called him, he knew he told you he was on a mission and not to bother him but if you had called he would've dropped anything and everything to appear by your side to comfort you throughout whatever caused this. He crept into your bedroom quietly, pulling the blankets you had kicked onto the ground up and over your body, turning the lights off.

He sighed, grabbing the broom and sweeping up the glass from the broken plate, and throwing it away. He put everything back in its place, even vacuuming the carpet so it was nice and soft when you woke up.

He was just finishing wiping down the counters when he heard you coming out of the bedroom. He turned his head to see you waddling towards him, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"Touya?" you murmured, looking up at him "What are you doing here?"

"I live here too, y'know, it's only natural I come here in my free time," he explained. He felt your arms wrap around him, face pressing into his back.

"Warm..." your voice was soft, and he had to stop himself from burying his face into his arms to escape from the pure ball of cuteness that was hugging him. "Wanna cuddle."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, finding you staring up at him with a pout on your face, oh yeah you were definitely in 'smol mode' as he sometimes called it.

"Wanna cuddle, hm? Sorry baby you gotta wait until I'm finished cleaning."

"Nooooooo" you whined, slowly sliding down his body until you were clutching his leg. "Want cuddles!"

"Just let me fini-"

"Do that later! Cuddles now!"

Dabi chuckled, pressing a hand to his face.

"I can't- I just can't you're too cute like this." He shook his head, laughing now. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle you ya clingy lil baby~"

"Yayyy!" you were on your feet a moment later, arms in the air, giggling "I wanna wear your coat!" you pointed at his jacket, and he chuckled again, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it onto your back, helping your arms into the sleeves that were just a little too big for your body.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, looking down at you, he only saw pure love and admiration staring back up at you.

He had to protect this little bundle of joy in his life, this human that made him feel so happy, he would never let anything bad happen to you. When you were big again, he'd ask you what happened, and he'd make sure you'd call him if you were ever stressed.

But he did like the adorable faces you made when you were little.

Keigo Takami/Hawks-

He's a pro hero, he's done his research; so he knows what 'little space' is before he meets you.

But I can promise the commission probably made it seem like something gross, but you're his partner, he knows you're not some horrible person, so maybe he understands age regression wrong.

So.

Many.

Questions.

Like constant questions- it almost feels like he's interrogating you, like seriously it's getting old, Keigo

But he's so precious you kind of have to answer his questions.

Like Dabi, he finds you acting little to be the most adorable thing in the world, sometimes he leaves kid's stuff around the house hoping to trigger your little space so he can hold you and play with you.

He thinks of it as practice for when the two of you have children

The one day Keigo has off, to regrow his wings, all he really wants to do it sleep. Just lay in bed, wrapped up in his blankets and just dream and nap and snore and do nothing.

But little ole you had other plans.

"Keigooooooooo!"

The blonde bird boy shot upright in bed upon hearing your distressed call. He sped down the hall into the living room, panicked, only to find you sitting on the carpet with a box of crayons next to you, a coloring book open, page half filled in.

You looked up at Keigo with wide tear-filled eyes, shakily holding up the blue crayon snapped in half. Your lower lip quivered as you whimpered.

"I-it broke!" you cried, "I'm sorry it broke, Kei!" Keigo melted on the spot, slightly annoyed that you woke him up for something so small, but also-

Holy fuck you were just the cutest thing in the world.

He hoped your only stress would forever be broken crayons.

"It's okay, Y/n, things break sometimes, you're not in trouble." he cooed, sitting down next to you and patting your head.

"But- but it broke!" you exclaimed, sniffling

"It still functions though, doesn't it?" He scooched the coloring book closer to you, and you pressed the pointed end of the crayon against the paper, coloring the smiling puppy dog's nose blue.

You lit up, a bright smile spreading across your face, you cheered, bouncing up and down and hugging Keigo.

"It still works! It still works, Kei!" he giggled, holding you close to his body and enjoying the way you laughed.

"That's right! There's nothing that can't be resolved!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but couldn't hold himself back from attacking your entire face with little kisses.

"Keiiii noooo that tickles!" you giggled, pushing at him gently.

"One more? Please, baby?" he pleaded, pouting a little.

"Okiii!" you sat up, pressing your lips to his, pulling back with a laugh. "Can I have a juice box?"

"Of course," Keigo's face softened, you were just too precious, too cute, to perfect.

He really did hope the only thing you'd ever worry about was the crayon.

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savemesomenachos · 3 years

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Hii I know you're doing the 200 followers drabbles right now so congrats on that 😊😊 but when ever you get the time I would love to see some Sebastian stan x reader where the reader is playing with his beard and she loves when he rubs it over her neck and he's lying on her chest and it eventually turns to beard burn between her thighs 😉😏

Because we all have a beard kink for this man 😩

Thank you. It doesn't have to be during your drabbles but whenever you get the time 😁

Thank you so much for this request!!! My vagina just spontaneously combusted-

Cry Baby

AN: I think I suck at writing smut but here it is anyway😬

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female! Reader

Warnings: Smut – Beard burn, oral – f receiving,

Word Count: 839 (forgive the smolness)

18+, Minors DNI

Y/n’s POV:

The sunlight streaming in from the window of our bedroom tickles my eyelids and with a groan, I roll over and cuddle further into the warm chest next to me. A deep chuckle reverberates in my ear, and it sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. He nuzzles his bearded layered cheeks against my own and further down in my neck. I giggle and lean closer to him while wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer.

“Good morning,” he rasps as his arms snake around my waist. A moan escapes my lips as his beard scratches against my cheek and neck. Wordlessly, I pull him closer, so he lies on top of me and his face rests right on my chest while his lips meet my neck.

“Having fun there?” I ask, muffling my laughter in his incredibly soft hair.

“Lots of fun,” he whispers against my skin while continuing to pepper kisses on my neck and working his way down to the top of my breasts.

“Seb,” I whisper, a whimper bubbling up in my throat. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just lovin’ on my girl,” he says, sliding the sheets of my bare body while continuing to kiss every inch of stripped skin.

“It’s so early,” I whine as his beard scratches against my stomach and my back arches off the bed.

“Are you complaining? I can stop if you want,” he smirks as he pulls away almost completely and rests his head in the palm of his hand, staring down at me with a knowing look in his eyes.

“No!” I almost scream. “Don’t.”

His smirk widens and he continues descending my body leaving occasional kisses to tease me.

“Seb, please!” I beg, his arm thrown over my waist, pinning my hips to the mattress below.

“I haven’t even touched you properly yet baby,” he whispers, kissing my hip bone.

I whine and my hands reach forward to tangle in his hair and pull him closer to my centre. He chuckles at my impatience but complies, nonetheless. His lips mouth at my lace covered centre and my fingers involuntarily tighten in his hair and he moans against my clit. The vibrations send a jolt through my body, and he takes that as his cue to slip my panties down my legs with a teasing finger. His lips follow the trail all the way down to my ankle and after he tosses the underwear aside, he works his way up while leaving marks all over my thighs. I whimper as his tongue licks a long stripe across my folds. His lips move further up and attach themselves to my clit. A long, drawn-out moan leaves my lips, and he chuckles darkly.

“Please,” I pant, stroking his cheek lovingly, my eyes begging.

“Aww, I love seeing you beg honey,” he giggles. He fucking giggles and I groan in frustration.

He parts my legs wider and settles comfortably between my thighs as he swipes two of his fingers against my dripping slit. A moan gets caught in my throat as he enters two of his soaked fingers into my drenched pussy and curls them just right. His lips find their way to my clit again and suck while his fingers start to gain momentum. His eyes meet mine and I see the black completely engulf the blue of his irises. I shiver at the intensity of his gaze while my body tries to lift off the bed. His arm keeps me pinned and a warning glare has me on my back again, trying not to squirm. His fingers start to move at a punishing pace while his lips begin to suck harder, and his eyes never stray from mine. My eyes begin to roll to the back of my head with the speed his fingers are going at and suddenly, wave after wave of pleasure washes over me and my body convulses. One of my hands fist his hair while the other clutch the sheets and my thighs tighten around his shoulders.

As I come down from the high, I feel a pleasant burn between my thighs, and I lean up on my elbows as my fingers meet the redness covering my thighs.

“Oh my god, I think that’s from my beard,” Sebastian says, his eyes blown wide open and his fingers grazing the redness which my leg tremble. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I had no idea this would happen and-”

“Babe,” I say, wrapping a hand around his neck and pulling him up to my face and burrowing my face in his neck. “I liked it,” I whisper in his ear to which he pulls back to look into my eyes.

“Yeah?” he asks, a wicked smirk on his lips, his hands rubbing the outside of my thighs.

“Yeah,” I whisper flustered at my bold admission.

“Again?” he asks, already slipping back down my torso, his beard scuffing my breasts and my stomach.

“Definitely,” I whisper, throwing my head back, unsatisfied in the least.

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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drabble idea: after Wilbur is killed by Phil, Fundy finds a smol arctic fox hybrid reader and cuz they're both foxes and the hybrid child looks abandoned, he adopts them. Then Ghostbur shows up and Fundy doesn't want him to have anything to do with his child. maybe some other relationships for fluff??? i'm just craving this rn -💍

So imagines won right? I sit down and go to write the imagine, and I just end up staring at a blank screen for what felt like forever. I know I said I would give you the option but I honestly couldn’t put anything in my brain for it. And because I spent so long staring at it, I lost a lot of time and so this is the only post for tonight…. I feel so bad. I’m sorry guys, I should have more stuff tomorrow. <3

TW: Parental abandonment.

This idea is so cute though.

So we all know that Wilbur wasn’t the best father. He really messed Fundy up and gave him some of those good good daddy issues to where he has a hard time trusting people. But I think that he would be out on a walk, clearing his mind, trying to think of anything but his father. He’d be in a snowy biome when he hears footsteps. At first he thinks it’s a mob of some kind, so he draws his weapon and creeps toward the sound. He catches sight of something white and at first he thinks it’s a skeleton, but then the thing moves again and he can very clearly see it’s an ear, a white fluffy ear… That’s odd. “Hello?” he finally decides to call out. There is a small squeak and a lot of rustling. When he wasn’t attacked, he figured it safe to move forward. He carefully approached and as he pushed some of the bushes out of the way to reveal a small child. In one quick glance he could tell this was no ordinary child. It was an arctic fox hybrid, the fluffy white ears and tail a dead give away. In his glance, he could also tell this child was in rough shape. Their clothes were tattered and torn allowing him to see just how skinny they were. His heart ached for the poor child, “Hello little one,” he greets softly, “What are you doing out here?”

You’d been on your own for a really really long time now. Your parents had brought you out here, told you to stay put, and left. You listened and so you waited for them to come back. But as the days went on, you began to understand what had happened. But nevertheless, you sat there and waited. Munching on the berries of the bushes, but it never quite fills your stomach. One day as you’re moving from bush to bush, a voice calls out. It startles you and you can’t help but let out a squeak as you fall to the ground in surprise. The bushes shuffle a bit and from over the top you find an orange headed man peering at you curiously. His eyes scan you quickly before he speaks, “Hello little one,” his voice soft and comforting as he speaks, “What are you doing out here?” You give him a little shrug and allow yourself to look him up and down. You’re heart thuds a little faster as you notice that he is also a fox hybrid with orange and black ears, an orange and white tail, and sharp canines poking out from his lips. “Where are you parents?” he tries again. Again, you give a little shrug and figuring you can trust this man, you speak, “Gone… Let me here.” His heart breaks at your sad and defeated tone. “They left you here? All by yourself? When did they leave?” Another shrug, “Two… three….. Weeks.” you mumble, looking down to the berry bushes, your fingers grazing them carefully. Fundy’s heart burns in anger as he thinks about how horrible your parents were for leaving their obviously amazing child to die in the woods. He’s about to speak when your stomach grumbles loudly causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Hungry?” Fundy asks, then mentally smacks himself. Of course you’re hungry your stomach just rumbled. But you nod sheepishly, still plucking at the leaves. “How would you like to come home with me. I can fix you up some fish. I have lots of fish at my house. You could eat as much as you’d like and you could stay as long as you want.” Not even caring if this guy was lying to you, you accept his offer, simply desperate to get out of the woods. Your head slowly rises from the bushes as you stare at Fundy who is smiling at you ever so softly with an outstretched hand. Carefully you raise your own arm and gently rest your hand in his, shivering at the warmth that spreads throughout your palm. “Let’s get going then kiddo.”

Fundy leads you out of the forest and towards his house. As you two walk, you two talk… Well he does a lot of the talking and you give small answers here and there. You tell him your name and he tells you his. He talks about where you’re going and how it’s extremely safe there and how he thinks you’ll like it. He leads you inside his house, sits you at the table, before making up some fish for you and him. He places the plate down in front of you and before he can sit to eat his own meal, yours is finished. To say he’s shocked is an understatement, but he quickly remembers you were out in the forest all alone for two to three weeks, maybe longer with nothing but berries. You’re looking at him super embarrassed, like you want to ask for more but are too scared too. “Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, walking back over to you, setting his own plate down in front of you, picking up the empty one, “You don’t have to feel bad. Like I said, I have plenty of fish, eat as much as you like.” And so you do. You eat until you’re so full you can barely move. Your eyes are sleepily closing and then jerking back open as you try to force yourself to stay awake. Fundy notices this and laughs quietly to himself. Your eyes close for a little while, giving Fundy enough time to put his plan into action. He quickly stands up, moves to you, picks you up, and carries you to his bed. He carefully lays you down, tucks you in, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well darling,” he mumbles, not thinking much of it. “Thanks dad” you mumble back, clearly out of it. But the simple word stops Fundy’s heart before a huge smile grows on his face. He decides that he wants you to be his child, if you want. He can feel a connection and a strong desire to care and love for you and he wants to be that strong father figure that he himself did not have. The next morning when you wake up, you don’t remember what you said obviously. You also plan to leave and go back to the forest. You would thank Fundy for feeding you but you already feel you've overstayed your welcome. You make your way down to the kitchen, ready to tell the man who saved you, who you don’t want to leave, goodbye. Fundy is standing over the stove and at the sound of your footsteps his head turns and he grins brightly at you, “Hey kiddo! Have a seat! Eggs are almost done! I hope you like them scrambled!” Not wanting him to feel bad, you do as you’re told and decide to tell him after breakfast. True to his word, the eggs don’t take that much longer and soon he’s served you some eggs. You two eat together, talking a bit about how you both slept and stuff. And after you’re done, you’re just about to tell him but then he begins to tell you about his plans for the day and asks if you want to tag along and you do. You really do. It is then you decide that you’ll stay until Fundy asks you to leave, and if that means you’re staying forever… So be it.

Okay on to some more general headcanons and less plot type stuff haha

You two help each other in grooming your ears and tails all the time. I feel like they can be hard to get perfectly clean by yourself so you two do it together as a bonding activity. You would do Fundy’s first because it takes less time. Fundy does a lot of it and you just get the hard to reach spots and stuff, and makes sure there is no spot left unclean. However, when it’s your turn, Fundy takes complete control. He will make you just sit there and let him groom and take care of you. He is so careful as he does it. He cleans your ears and your tail carefully, making sure no dirt is left. And then he takes the time to carefully brush out the hair and make it very soft and very fluffy. It feels so nice. I would imagine you didn’t have the nicest parents, they literally left you in a forest to die, so you never got this special treatment or attention for your ears or tail. So the first time you two did this, you would be so confused. You didn’t understand what was happening or why you were being treated so kindly, which broke Fundy’s heart. I feel that’s also partly why he doesn’t let you help because he wants to make sure that you know that you will be loved and cared for as long as he’s in your life.

So that being said, you two are so affectionate with each other. Like you curl up together and cuddle on the couch all the time. It has a lot to do with the fox side of both of you. It feels really nice to be pressed against family of your own ‘breed’ so to speak. A lot of the time it’s a lot of you sitting on his lap or laying on top him while he holds you tightly. Again, he wants to make sure that you feel loved and wanted.

I feel like it wouldn’t take you long to call him dad. Like you accidentally did the first night, but you weren’t really awake for it. But I do feel like it would be a slip of the tongue on your part again. Just he does something for you and you give a quick “thanks dad” before you dead stop and stare at him. His eyes are also wide and filling with tears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It just that you have taken care of me from the moment I got here and I--” Fundy would cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s okay Y/N. It really is. It would be an honor if you called me your father” he tells you. Your heart soars in your chest as you hug him back. “Okay… Thank you dad.” You two go to sleep that night with the biggest smiles on your faces that you’ve ever had.

…….. Speaking of dads….. Ghostbur comes back. One day there is a knock on the door. You’re both confused because no one should be coming over to your knowledge. But Fundy gets up and he opens the door and his confusion turns into anger. “What are you doing here?” He spits out. You slowly make your way to the front room, hiding behind a wall but peeking your head around the corner to see what was happening. There in front of your father stood an extremely pale man in a yellow sweater and a red beanie. “Hello Fundy!” the man greets, oblivious to Fundy’s harsh tone, “I came to visit you! I wanted to see my son!” A gasp catches in your throat, this was your dad’s dad. He hadn’t told you much about him, he just told you that he used to be close with his father but as he grew more obsessed with politics, that bond broke bit by bit until it was completely severed by his death. “Well that sucks because I don’t want to see you. Go away now” Fundy snaps back, waving him off. Ghostbur catches his harsh tone now and a frown settles on his face, “Fundy please. I want to talk. I want to mend what was broken. You’re my son and-” “And nothing. You should have thought about that before you went and blew up our nation and then got stabbed by grandpa… So goodbye now.” Fundy moves out of the doorway and goes to close the door. When he moved out of the doorway though, he accidentally gives Ghostbur a direct line of sight of you peeking around the corner. He lets out a gasp and points, “Fundy who’s that.” Fundy looks over his shoulder and pales a little but because oh fuck. This is the last thing he wanted to happen. He clears his throat and looks back to the ghost of his father. “That’s Y/N… My kid” “I have a grandchild?” “No you don’t because you are no father of mine. Now if you’ll excuse me” and before Ghostbur can respond, Fundy has slammed the door closed. You’re a little worried as to what he’s going to say to you so you speak first after you walk all the way in, “I’m sorry” you whisper. “No, no, no baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” The rest of the day, Fundy is a little off. He tries to act normal but you can tell something is off. You don’t call him out on it though, you just let him do him.

But yeah. Fundy does everything in his power to keep you away from Ghostbur. He does not care a single bit if Ghostbur isn’t Wilbur, they were both still his father that practically abandoned him and so therefore he will not be around his child. His child will only be surrounded by those who love them unconditionally and will always love them. If you and him are out and public and Ghostbur appears, Fundy will take you back home. He doesn’t care if what he is doing is super important, he will leave and take you home. He also will not let Ghostbur in his home. Ghostbur does show up occasionally, hoping to catch another glance of you, but Fundy barely opens the door to the point where Ghostbur can hardly see him. Fundy will let Phil, Techno, and Tommy see you occasionally which hurts Ghostbur a lot, but there is nothing he can do about it. Fundy does not want his ghost father to be anywhere near his child.

But Fundy would be an amazing father. He knows what it’s like to be/feel abandoned by a parent and to feel ignored in a world full of family. So he makes sure you never feel like that. He loves you so much and makes sure you know that. Fundy would do anything for you, give anything for you. He loves you so much. His precious baby child.

Okay that ending sucked lololol. Again, I’m very sorry that this is the only post tonight. I got a much later start than I planned and it fucked everything. I’ll see you guys with more content tomorrow though (hopefully).

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt drabble #fundy #fundy imagine #fundy x reader #fundy drabble #ghostbur #ghostbur x reader #wilbur soot #tw: abandonment #💍 anon #anon #ray responds

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wwalkingdread · 3 years

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oh YES i love that there’s more ppl creating work like this for twdg ! may i request a clem x reader smol drabble where the reader is scared to open up about their sexuality but clem fully supports them ? 🥺🥺

❥ Coming Out To Clementine

Characters: Clementine

Description: Reader finally finds the courage to come out to Clementine, but didn’t take the fact that Clementine won’t know what those words mean into consideration…

Warning: None :o)

Notes: I didn’t know if you wanted me to keep it vague or make them bisexual considering your profile picture, so I’m sorry about that!! I tried keeping it vague :o) I hope that’s alright with you!! I’ve always wanted to request this from somebody else, so I’ve never thought about writing it… Also, I hope you’re not super into the definition of drabble because this is definitely not one hundred words… Buuuut it’s a small piece of writing (for me, at least)… I know there is a difference, fanfic community please don’t be cruel to me </3

You’d worked yourself up to it, talking to yourself in the mirror, trying to find the best words whether it was by saying them aloud or by writing them down. You considered handing her a written note, but you wouldn’t be able to handle the silence as she read it. It would’ve felt like waiting for a bomb to go off.

If anybody had to know, it was Clementine.

Which is why you told her, or at least tried to tell her…

“I… Don’t know what that means.” She said gently, apologising to you. Your teeth clamped down on the inside of your cheek, softly puncturing the soft skin. It made sense, Clementine probably wasn’t exposed to this kind of stuff, too focused on staying alive. You figured it out on your own, always feeling different, but not knowing why, trying to dart around the subject when it came to the adults you’d have in groups. You told her it was okay to not know and awkwardly tried to explain. You stumbled over your words due to nerves, but you told her everything you knew, all the different people you’ve met that fit under the labels and exactly what they meant. Quickly, her expression twisted more and more into a confused one.

“I didn’t know there was a word for… Any of that.” She said, “I thought that was just how everybody felt…”

You laughed softly at her response, “No, only… Only a few people do.”

Clementine fell quiet, muttering a small ‘huh…’ under her breath with a click of the tongue. It made you nervous and you picked at your cuticles, staring at her, pleading for a reaction. But she didn’t see you, she was staring off in contemplation. You felt as though your heart was going to pop with the way it was pounding against your rib cage, you could practically hear your own organ trying to fight its way out of your body.

“…Is…” Your voice wavered and you forced yourself to look away, “Is that okay?”

“Does that make me bi?” Clem lifted her head to look at you, her expression finally neutral like she came to a realisation. You blinked a few times before speaking,

“Yeah, maybe! If… If that’s what you want!”

She silently pondered before a small smile formed in her face. She took your hand into her own, her thumb rubbing the side of your hand.

“I had no idea.” She laughed, “I never even questioned it…”

You let out a shaky breath, relaxation falling over you, your shoulders losing their tension, but still stiff, “So, it’s okay…? That I’m…?”

She could see your anxiety-ridden face, the threat of tears bubbling over in your eyes, the way you were chewing on your lip until it bled. She completely forgot. She forgot to tell you it was okay. This was about you. Guilt washed over her for not giving you the response you wanted, the one you deserved.

She tugged on your hand, then she pulled you into a hug, muttering small apologies as she rubbed your back,

“Of course.” She whispered in your ear, nestling her cheek into yours, “Nothing could ever make me stop loving you. I’m going to support to one hundred percent, always.” She pulled away gently, kissing the spot under your eye, “I wish you weren’t so afraid to tell me. I would never think of you differently, especially not because of something like that.”

Your arms wrapped around the small of her back, gently nearing her to you, “Thank you, Clementine…” you sighed out, relief washing over your body.

“I love you.” She said in response, a proud smile stretching across her face.

#twdg #twdg s4 #twdg hc #twdg x reader #twdg Clem #twdg clementine

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thecasperanfamily · 3 years

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(Random scenanagin based off a witnessed event of my one neighbor while playing with his kid)

Zoe, walks into the bedroom and is stunned to see Douxie sitting on the floor with multiple jump ropes tied around him with a scowl on his face:....."Uh.....is everything okay in here?"

Douxie, unamused: "Well, your son had the most, brilliant idea to tie me up as a 'punishment' for what I did when you were gone."

Zoe, raises an eyebrow: "What did you do?"

Before he can answer, Smol!Lin comes running in behind Zoe with a plastic sword in hand and a spaghetti strainer on his head, pointing the sword right at Douxie: "He ate the last of the snickerdoodle cookies and Archie said that a dragon had taken over his body and made him eat them!"

Zoe, in feigned surprise: "A dragon you say? Oh dear, that sounds rather serious."

Lin: "Yeah! I have to save him from it before it takes over his body!"

*Lin rushes out of the room*

Zoe: "My god, he actually tied you up?"

Douxie, shrugs his shoulders: "I mean, he kinda did, but he only knotted one of the ropes so I can get out of it easy enough. The little bugger is pretty crafty when he wants to be."

Zoe: "Ah, but why'd you eat all of them? You know how he gets when you don't leave him any."

Douxie: "I mean it wasn't just me! Arch wanted some too but of course he just only saw me getting them from the-, Ow! Lin! Stop it!"

Lin, runs at full speed towards Douxie, now carrying a toy shield and hitting him in the head with the sword: "Let go of my daddy, you meanie dragon!"

*Douxie lets out a grunt in annoyance and uses his magic to quickly loosen the knots from his "prison", shooting up in a crouching pose and holding up his hands like claws*

Douxie, in a over the top, dramatic voice: "You dare try and attack me little boy!? You have no idea who you are dealing with!"

*Lin, lets out a yell and runs at him with the sword pointed at him but squeaks in surprise as Douxie dodges him with ease and tosses him over his shoulder, holding him upside down against his chest*

Lin: "Ah! Put me down!"

Douxie, dodging Lin's tiny flailing arms: "NEVER! YOU SHALL NOW KNOW THE FULL WRATH OF TRYING TO TAKE DOWN MASTER WIZARD, HISIRDOUX CASPERAN!"

Zoe, watches on as the two playfully tussle around on the floor, turning to walk out of the room: " Oh gracious, just don't break anything in here again!"

Lin: "Mom! Hehelp me!"

Zoe: "Sorry little knight, I'm not the one who tried to take on the mighty dragon by himself."

NIYA

NIYA I AM BEGGING YOU

OPEN UP A DOCUMENT AND START WRITING DRABBLES.

YOU WOULD BE AN ABSOLUTE STAR.

Also asjhdgfajhsgdf of course Smol Lin would attempt to imprison his father. 🤣 I like to imagine Nari and Archie are just like....chillin' in the background through this whole thing.

Douxie:

Nari:

Archie:

Douxie: ...So I don't suppose there's any chance of an alliance here, is there?

Archie: No.

Douxie: ...What about a charitable rescue, then?

Nari: I am not inclined to rescue you at this moment, no.

Douxie, taking one hand out of the ropes to place it dramatically over his heart: That is cold, Nari. Very cold.

Thank you so much for the fantastic submission, @niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian (also your neighbors sound delightful)! ✨

#tales of arcadia #toa #the casperan family #douxie #toa zoe #zouxie #toa archie #toa nari #lin casperan #the magical siblings #and their therapy cat #niki answers

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