Is it insensitive to use real world events in my little blurbs about Wilbur? Asking genuinely because I want to make sure my content is appropriate and non offenive <3

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Very Tired

Wilbur Soot x gn!reader

Wilbur has always had the tendency of making himself big around people, being tall and loud, entertaining everyone in the room. It was rare to see him quiet, but not with you. Every time a long day was done, he curled into your arms, quietly humming something to himself and you as he was all tuckered out.

Today seemed to be one of those days as he stepped into the hotel room, tired from the tour. "Tired." He mumbled, laying down and hiding his face in your lap as his arms wrapped around your waist. You pet his hair, gently looking down at him with eyes filled with adoration. "Tired tired? Need a nap?" You asked gently as he nodded. "Yeah, just stay still, wanna stay with you."

He was always soft, quiet with the way he spoke around you. No longer loud and entertaining but just sleepy and comfortable. He yawned softly, curling closer into your lap. Mumbling some song you had grown to like, somehow even when exhausted he was in the mood to please, to show his care for you the way you did when you pet his hair or held him in your arms. Slowly, his humming died down and all that was left was his soft snores as he slept in your lap.

Tomorrow would be another day of performing, but today was just him and you, and the solace of your touch comforting him immensely, giving him peace. "I love you." Was the last thing you whispered before you kissed his head and fell asleep yourself. Comfortable in the embrace that was all your own, the both of you slept comfortably. Savouring the time you had alone, together.

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I want Will Graham and Spencer Reid to tag team me and fuck the ever loving shit out of me till i’m trembling and covered in cum😽😽 if i’m not the only one please lmk and i will write a fic!🤩

We don't talk enough about Wilbur Soot and his bugs and I need to talk about his cute obsession with bugs‼️

Warnings: a kiss on the cheek, a use of darling (this can be seen as platonic or romantic but you adore this weird bug boy)

Bug Boy

Wilbur was always a happy boy, always excited about something but this was the most excited you had seen him. Giggling and bouncing in his seat as he waited for another friend at the meeting to finish their words before he began.

"Y/n you have to come see my bugs!" He yelled excitedly. "Bugs?", you asked, clearly confused. Wilbur nodded, excited still. "Yes! I found this guy, and- and he has this ecosystem. And I made my own and it's amazing, it's a bunch of crabs, I mean it's the coolest saltwater ecosystem I've ever seen!"

You smiled softly, clearly his excitement was getting to you, "Oh and," he continued, still bouncing in his seat. "My freshwater ecosystem is still in its best condition! And I have a cocoon, I think it's gonna be a butterfly, hopefully not an ugly ass moth." You giggled at the irritation in his tone at the thought of a moth.

"You know, that sounds pretty cool." He smiled widely at your response. He quickly grabbed your hand as your friends whined, trying to get you both to stay. "Sorry guys, I gotta go look at bug boy's ecosystems." Wilbur happily kissed your cheek. "Thank you darling, you'll love it." He spoke in a tone that was jokingly flirtatious, just to annoy your group further as he dragged you away to his apartment.

He led you inside, happily showing you the jars of bugs. "Look at my gorgeous ecosystems!" And then you know there was no one else you could adore more than your favorite bug boy.

I think your requests are open. Sorry if I missed something saying they were closed. But I just finished twdg season 2, and I'm in shambles. I love Luke and definitely looked to him as a big brother figure that I never had. I was hoping we could get a fic or headcanons about him sort of in Lee's place? Like he finds a young kid and takes them in for a while. Yeah, hopefully that makes sense.

Pookie my requests are never closed 🎀 I love him sm, he'd so be a girl dad tbh

🎀 Luke was genuinely terrified when he found you, I mean this random apocalypse starts and you're in the woods.

🎀 He's horrified by the thought of having to kill a kid, and luckily you prove you're not infected and he doesn't have to

🎀 Luke doesn't even have the time to worry about if he can care for you or not before he's got you piggyback carrying you back to the house

🎀 Everyone else is fond of you, but since Luke found you they make you fully his responsibility

🎀Everyone else will kindly offer you things but Luke is much more insistent, whereas Pete would ask "Are you hungry?" Luke is already handing you a sandwich saying, "Eat. You're hungry."

🎀He may seem strict at times but truly he's just panicked about making sure you're safe, he make have small panic streaks and yell if you go somewhere by yourself but he's trying

🎀 If you're on your best behavior though, so is he, carrying you piggyback around the house or letting you do normal kid stuff and paint his nails (the nail polish is probably expired but you have fun so he doesn't care)

🎀 Teaching you how to shoot and stab was another challenge, he didn't want you to have to fight anything but having to teach you things was crazy.

🎀 The hardest part of having you is finding you clothes while you're so small and young. Most of the time he has to find XL clothes and have Carlos use his needle work to crop and shrink them to be your size.

🎀Finding you young was quite an experience when he had to go on field missions and came back with crayons and paper instead of ammo

🎀 Once you became older it's much easier, you're much more mature and attentive but with Luke around you're definitely less mature than the average kid your age

🎀 Eventually when Luke finds Clem you confused her. Since she was raised to immediately meet the scary world, your innocence and joking manner scares her, it's only cause you've been raised getting a kiss on the cheek and hug before bed by Luke

🎀 Everyone can tell you're the most important thing to him, putting himself in danger constantly to protect you, showing you off to the others anytime you do anything good

"Woah! Pete, look, look! Y/n did these!" Luke would hold up a target paper, showing you hit the bullseye and then in the other hand a photo you drew of him and you. "Wow Luke, they've got a good shot, but you've shown me that drawing already, they drew it when they were six." Luke chuckled, "I know but it's just so cute."

🎀 I'm mentioned it before but piggyback rides are an everyday thing with this man.

"Whatcha doing?" Luke walked up behind you on the couch as you played on a small game console you found. "I found this old thing! It's got Zelda on it!" You told him excitedly before shrieking as he picked you up off the couch, sitting your legs on his shoulders and holding you up there. "Put me down!" You yell out while giggling. So he semi drops you so your arms are around his neck. "Much better." He walks you around the house, holding your legs up with his arms as you laughed.

may i receive luke from the walking dead game? maybe theyre fighting a few walkers together and hes like "i know this is terrible timing, but i really like you, and if we make it out of here alive, i'd like to be your boyfriend"

basically like when people say "i love you" when they think they really gonna die, but these two aren't dating. maybe there was always something going on and he didn't have a moment to say anything? or maybe they've been close for a while and reader already assumed they were together and they're just like "???" IDK, im just tossing out some ideas to hopefully inspire you 🤗

OMG ANON I LOVE YOU! YOU'VE JUST GIVEN ME THE BEST IDEA FHSHEHTJSJFN, I WAS LITERALLY JUST LISTENING TO SOMETHING STUPID BY FRANK SINATRA SO THIS IS PERFECT

It was stupid, so fucking stupid. You and Luke were idiots, getting stuck behind the group because all his attention was on you babbling about a romance movie you liked before the apocalypse, why would he even let you go on and on about it so long?

And why would you decide a comic store was the best place to camp out?? Now they've got in and you're stuck on a counter top. "You know," Luke starts, kicking a walker to the ground. "You know?? You know what??" He ignores your question, too focused on getting walkers off the both of you. You stab one and look back at him. "Well-" you start but he kicks one, "Focus." You roll your eyes and focus on your survival, hopping behind the counter and you both run into the back of the store.

"So you gonna tell me now?" You tease as he scoffs. "This is the worst timing ever, I like you." He blurts out as you look up at him. "What-..." "I like you, I really really like you, and if we get home safely after this I want to date you!" You smile widely. "You're kidding." He shakes his head, boarding up the door. "I want to date you Y/n, I really really want to-" you cut him off with a kiss. "When, not if but when, we get home I will date you." He smiles, some lovestruck smile as you go back to helping board up entrances and exits.

Interruptions

Content: Wilbur has a tendency to be interrupted by you.

Wilbur had a tendency to forget to lock his door whenever he streamed 'You Laugh You Lose' videos, meaning his door was often opened and then shut when you realized he was busy. But today was not that kind of day.

Today you had gotten off of work extra tired and instead of staying in the living room once you heard his giggles, you joined him in the room. Not noticing his confused expression as you lay your head on his, cuddling into him. "I missed you today..." You mumbled, nuzzling your face further into his hair.

"Darling, I'm live." He said quietly, moving the camera to keep your face out of frame. "You didn't wanna be on camera, remember honey?" But you just cuddled into him. "I don't mind, I don't care today." And so he moved your head, leaning up to give you a kiss.

"Okay chat, today we have a very special guest because they're tired and clinging to me." Wilbur said with a laugh as he sat you on his lap, giving you a headphone and moving the camera back to your faces. "Introduce yourself, sweetheart." You smiled tiredly and introduced yourself to the camera, leaning on his shoulder.

"Alright they've got three lives now, you have to hit every funny bone they have and make them laugh." Wilbur told the chat as he gave you an earbud. It only took about 6 videos for you to fall asleep on his shoulder.

Late Night Talking

Content: Your poor boyfriend Reid just has to talk about how he feels. Reverse comfort! He's such a sweetheart :(

Working with the B.A.U. really was a tole taking job. Even more so when you got told you were a room down at the hotel. "You can room with me if you want." It was Reid's quiet voice next to you, "I don't feel much like sleeping so you can have the bed." He gave you that tired smile, the small one that had you knowing that he really didn't feel like sleeping.

Even after you'd both settled in the room and sat comfortably on the bed you could tell he wouldn't sleep so you laid down first. "Lay down." you mumbled and he did so, albeit awkwardly but he laid beside you. "Do you think I'm strange?" it was quiet, an almost unnoticeable whisper. "Strange? Why would I think that?" You could see from your peripherals that Reid was messing with his hands, anxiously thinking. "Talk to me, Spence."

At that he was quiet for a moment. "I just know I'm odd. I use words like betwixt and I know what ballads are. I seem to talk too much and never notice that people don't like what I'm talking about. My favorite shows are nerdy and I always explain them to people who don't care. I go on and on about things the team finds creepy or weird. Derek says I'll never get a date if I keep being this way and I'm starting to see his point, I'm lacking in the boyfriend department and I can't even make friends. You know, the team tells me their secrets and I think it's because they know I have no one else to tell. Did you know J.J. collects butterflies? Or that Derek secretly likes The Smiths? Or that Hotch is fond of chocolate flavored sweets? Emily likes deathmetal. Penelope's favorite television program is Vampire Diaries."

Reid turned to you as he spoke, looking at you as if he might cry. He felt so estranged compared to everyone else, you seemed to be the only one who listened. You didn't even talk when he was done, letting him continue. "I just know all this stuff about everyone, and I feel like no one knows me." You nodded softly and finally talked after a beat of silence. "Chocolate frosted donuts with rainbow sprinkles." Reid was instantly confused by this, raising a brow. "Excuse me?" '

You chuckled, "Your favorite donut. Emily told me." A small smile graced his lips at this. "And Derek said you really like chicken tandoori." His smile only seemed to widen. "And you put three whole tablespoons of sugar in your coffee according to J.J." You seemed like you weren't going to stop anytime soon and he looked so contented he didn't want you to. "And Hotch says you like pretzels and rice crispy treats. Pen says you grew up with horses and that you adore Halloween and all its traditions. Gideon told me you loved classical music and chess, he even saw you play piano once. And you're never lacking in the boyfriend department because you've been nothing but perfect. You're the sweetest man alive and I wish you'd ramble to me every second of the day because your voice is lovely."

He seemed about ready to cry as he moved his hand to touch your cheek. "You're too good to me," he whispered, kissing your forehead, "Thank you. I feel much better sweetheart." You give him a small smile and a kiss. "That's good, now let's get some sleep you look exhausted."

Hey! This might be too dark of a request, but no harm in asking, right? So I want something detailing how Carl Grimes (in an au with no walkers) would handle his gf self harming, how he would talk to her and comfort her about it, etc. You can format it in any way you like, blurb, oneshot, headcanon list, etc. Thanks so much!!

Warnings: Self harm, scars (also this is never too dark to request, this is comfort, and Carl is here to provide it)

Carl didn't really understand it at first, he just thought you needed space and hid in your house more often. But it wasn't easy to hide from him forever, you hung out all the time. So of course, just like usual, you had fallen asleep on his bed, and your sleeves/shorts had rolled up. Carl felt terrible, the second you woke up and noticed the way he stared at you, that sad look you gave his shocked face as you covered your skin all over again. Before you could leave Carl sat beside you, taking your hand."Y/n, dear, I know you don't want to but you need to talk to me." He urged you gently, still holding your hand. He watched as you teared up. "I know you feel exposed, I'm sorry baby." He gently hugged you as you told him why you'd done it and how you felt. "I promise I'm gonna help, okay? I promise you that I'll get you therapy, or more time outside, whatever you'd need to feel better." You seemed to cry more at this, Carl understood why and held you close still, all until he gently leaned down, kissing each and every scar as you stared down at him in awe. "I love you dear, and I promise I will help you feel better."

do you make story plots for Stiles?

OMG YES I DO! I love Stiles!

will you do requests for more Benny Weir fanfics?

Of course! Send in any kind of plot you want for Benny Weir and I'll get it done for you! :3

i request a Benny Weir fanfic please

Talk Too Much

~Benny Weir was known for talking too much. You were known for talking too little, at lunch it was quite the opposite.~

You sat in English trying to work on the shared project as Benny said the stupidest shit ever. You didn't even understand how you got here, one second you asked what the writing meant and then that devolved into his special interest of the day.

When lunch came however all it took to shut Benny up was Ethan handing you a snack, because it had some comic hero on it and you went crazy, talking all about the different versions of it there was and which one was on the wrapper.

It never made sense when Benny was quiet so you turned to question him but he just had the dumbest smile on his face, staring at you like you hung the stars. And that's all it took to shut you up. Face turning flushed as he coughed and whipped his head away, mumbling out some, "Cool story." before Rory's voice cut through the moment, adding to your story.

Instantly as Rory cut in you were right back to the comic hero, talking loudly and giggling with Rory as Benny just stared at you, completely you had his whole mind, body, and soul without even knowing. "Isn't that the 1990's thing?" He cuts in, for once hoping he's wrong so you can correct him and go on and on.

You nod and he smiles, nodding along as you begin to talk about the specific year and style of your character as he just listens, you even subconsciously lean closer to him as you ramble and he just listens wishing he could pull you that smaller bit forward. Just a little bit toward him. And before he can even realize it he does, wrapping his fingers in your belt loops and tugging you closer, your lips brushing as you get maybe too close but he didn't think you did.

Your wide eyes meet his calm ones and for a minute everything seems so slow, and so super lame, like a romantic comedy. Yet you still keep stuttering out your story, and Benny uses the only romantic comedy-esk move he can and leans that small bit forward, making your lips meet. For a moment you're frozen, completely shocked and freaked out and then you realize what's going on and follow his move. "You talk too much." Benny mumbles after a second, taking a small portion of your comic hero snack. "Yeah, says you." you mutter out, playfully snatching it away as he laughs.

"No it's definitely you, at least I know how to shut you up now." He chuckles, stealing more of your snack as you just kiss his cheek and turn your head away, eating as if you didn't do so while he snickers and tightens his grip on your belt-loops. Now you're stuck with this chatterbox.

rb if ur mutuals an followers can infodump in ur inbox, even if they won't answer the ask

OMG A TAG, TY BBG(in manly voice)

A song constantly in my head: Digital Silence- Peter McPoland

Last Song Listened To: I Love You Too Much- Diego Luna, Gustavo Santaolalla

Top 3 Foods: Strawberries, Peanut Blossoms, Bratwursts

Dream Trip: London, or maybe even Canada

Anything I Want Right Now: Grunge clothes.

tag people you want to get to know better !

thank you for the tag @lilacdesired

song constatly stuck in my head : all i do - majid jordan

last song i listened to : dazed and confused - led zeppelin

top three foods : any kind of pasta, sushi, and steak .. (?)

last thing i googled : transformers 1 ....

dream trip : roadtrip to washington, i love the scenery and the cold

anything i want right now : moon knight figure i saw last night and i'll prob buy it when i get paid

no pressure tags : @kameronrose , @fearthyknight , @havensins , @nouearth .

HEAR ME OUT 🫣

Can you do poris pavlikovsky and reader are 'doing it' like ✨️filthy and rough too✨️ (preferably doggy, but you do you <3) and can't forget about after care 🥹

Boris definitely isn't easy on you at all, having you bent over on the bed almost all day. You whining as his hands hook under your thighs, keeping your ass up while he plows into you. And he doesn't go easy, at all, for any of the night.

"You like that? Like being treated all dirty?" He mumbles in your ear and all you can think about is the way he fills you up so completely. "Come on, answer me." You whine and nod. "I want words." He accentuates every word with a deep thrust.

"Y-yes, I love it." You say it so quietly he wouldn't catch it if he wasn't listening. He smirks and gives you a particularly harsh thrust. "Good baby~" He brushed your hair out of your face, looking down at your face pushed into his pillow. "Just a little bit more, baby." He mumbled as he continued.

You whined as his hand came down to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge as he bottomed out, filling you.

Now you sat on the bathroom counter as he surveyed your body for bruises. Washing your face and thighs as you winced at the feeling of the warm water. "I know darling, I'm sorry." He mumbled as he pressed small kisses to your shoulder, his accent heavily thick with how quiet and sultry his voice had gotten.

Eres Mia-Miles Morales

Warnings: Miles 1610, themes of stalking, breaking into readers house.

Being friends with Miles Morales was strange to say the least, he was quite eccentric and fun-loving. Running around excitedly like a child when he found things he wanted to show you. Until you started to get along with Ganke, then he'd grow quiet on walks, grumbling quietly to himself.

You had gotten used to his quietness but you were both always able to rope him back into conversation, it was now one of the first time in the past month you were hanging out with just Miles. He sat in his wheelie chair in front of his desk, spinning slowly as you laid down on his bed. "Do you like Ganke?" Miles voice cut out through the quiet of his room. "Yeah, I think he's cool, he's definitely funny." Miles shook his head.

"No. Do you like him?" You shook your head. "Nah, he's cute but not my type." Miles nodded, turning back around, he was hiding his smile.

So it went on, him getting jealous and quiet anytime he saw you around another guy. "Who was that?" He'd ask after every conversation was finished, standing tall with his hands in his pockets as if he wanted to be intimidating. "Oh just my friend (___)." Was your response every time and he'd nod, taking one hand out of his pocket to wrap it around your shoulder. He honestly looked dorky trying to be scary.

Then you swore you started to see Spider-Man every time you went out with any of your friends. At first it was small bump ins and then it felt like he was just following you. But you assumed he might just be patrolling and you were in those areas. But when you swore you'd step into your room and see him in the window for a second. Or come out of your bathroom after a shower and see a shadow disappear along the wall, it didn't feel so imaginary.

Especially not when you wake up to him sitting in your window sill. Having picked the lock and watching you sleep, mask off, Miles'face staring back at you. His calm, relaxed eyes meet your own wide, glossy ones. "Hermosa." He spoke quietly and you shivered, his Spanish having been something you forgot about.

"Miles?..." You asked, voice shaky and cracked. "Hi sweetheart." For once his nicknames weren't endearing but scary as he crossed his arm over his chest, tilting his head and leaning forward, scrunching his face, as if to give you a questioning look to which you just stared back. His eyes widened in panic as you jumped up. "No, baby, it's me...it's okay." He slowly stepped forward with his hands in front of him and you turned toward the door.

He shot a web, keeping the knob shut. "Y/n, it's me. It's alright." His hands landed on your hips and you shivered. "Miles..." He raised his brow. "What are you doing here?" He chuckled. "I came to check on my pretty girl. I missed you." You didn't know how to respond, something about the way his voice was so deep sent shivers down your skin in both a good and terrible way.

Your phone rang and you saw your friend's name pop up on the screen. "No." Miles mumbled with a pout and you stood still, scared of what might happen if you answered. "Eres Mia... no one else's." You shivered at the words as he turned off your phone. "Aren't you, pretty girl?" Eres Mia?" You stared at him and then slowly nodded. What was worse was you felt like you might actually be agreeing, not just out of fear.

"Good girl." He mumbled as he rested his hands on your hips again, leaning in to press kisses to your jaw. "Eres Mia." He mumbled again as he smiled at you. "All mine, hm?" And you nodded.

Hi! Can you do a Scott tenorman x fem Cutecore reader? Scott tenorman is from South Park if you didn’t know, if it’s to hard or you just don’t want to write for that then can you do a Miles Fairchild x fem,cutecore reader? It’s fine if not,anyways have a lovely day/night!

OMG MARI YOU ARE SO COOL! You have a lovely day/night. I had to write for Scott the second you brought him up. So here's our lovely boy trying to charm.

Warning: nothin really, just 9th graders having crushes on eachother, fluff.

Scott was a quieter kid, he listened his music, bullied fourth graders (Cartman's bitch ass) with his friend group and played video-games in class. You weren't as quiet, running around with your friends, wearing pretty and flashy outfits to school and being honestly, the smartest kid in class.

Your newest cute outfit however had all his focus on you recently, your bell bottoms adorned with not only patch flowers but your own scribbled flowers, a plain tank-top and a cute pink sweater. It matched your Mary Janes that you wore constantly. And it had his eyes all over you, he was the average 15-year-old boy, obsessing over a girl in his class.

He tried desperately for the next few days to win you over with his bad boy act, and honestly it did. "Dude, you're a loser." His friends laughed, throwing a comic from one to the other. "I just don't see why you're hung up on that one girl, there are like...forty-seven others in this town." He scoffed. "I'm not 'hung up' on her, i'm just testing my charm." His friends scoffed and laughed. "Well I heard from her friends that it's working, she's like super into you."

So Scott had a plan, he'd ask you out today. Maybe today was three weeks after that conversation but he'd ask today. Only problem, you had those stupid cutesy Mary Janes on, that dumb heart sweater and that stupidly pretty pink skirt. And even worse you smiled and waved when you saw him.

"Hey Y/n..." He mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his waist, giving him a short side-hug. "Hey Scotty!" You giggled and he swore he might melt right there. "It's Scott." He muttered, keeping his 'mean, tough guy' act up. You however did not seem to care if he was stoic with you as you smiled and nodded. "Yep, but I'm calling you Scotty anyway." He could feel himself smiling, you had a charm no boy could resist.

"Hey Y/n..." You looked up at him from your phone with a smile and a tilt of your head, "Yeah?" He noticed you had pink glittery lip gloss on and he just wanted to kiss you right then and there. He truly thought about it, and the way the glitter would stain his own lips. "Scott, you there?" He's brought out of his daydream by your confused face. And he just goes for it. He cups your face in his hands and smears your pretty lip gloss all over both of your lips as he presses his lips to yours. You squeak quietly, taken aback by his actions before leaning into the kiss with ease.

Scott leaned back with a large smile, a rare thing to see. "Go out with me...please." The 'please' was quiet and whispered and you cracked a smile yourself. "Yes."

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And so you went out with him, deciding to walk around the mall. You running into every cute clothing store you could find and him awkwardly following you like a puppy. Once you ran into a comic store he was confused. "You like this kind of stuff?" You shook your head, "Not really, this is more for you to have fun looking around." Your eyes lit up forever as you picked up a stuffed animal. "But I also like the Hello Kitty and Sailor Moon stuff!" He chuckled, tilting his head as he watched you rummage through the stuffed animals.

"Oh my gods!" He raised his eyebrow and you pulled out a small penguin, he had no idea why a small penguin with a hat and bow had you so excited. "He's Tuxedo Sam, my favorite Sanrio character." you giggled as if it was obvious, he was even more confused. "Sanrio?" You raised your brows. "You don't-...actually it makes sense you don't know, nevermind. It's a Hello Kitty thing." And then he got it. "Ah, I see. You want him?" He asked, motioning to the stuffed animal you still cuddled in your arms.

You nodded softly and he chuckled. "Hand him over, I'll go pay." You raised a brow, "Do you have enough?" He pretended to be offended, "Y/n, are you calling me poor?" You laughed and shook your head, handing Sam over to him. "No, I'm just sayin that cause I don't have enough. My allowance wasn't as much as usual." He nodded. "Don't worry, I got enough for little Sammy here." He joked, and you followed him to the counter where he payed for it and handed it back to you. "Alright, any other clothing stores you wanna walk through? Or are we at that point when I buy you every cute food item you see?" He looked down at you and you laughed, "Nah, let's go look at your kind of stuff now." You blushed and cradled the small stuffed animal in your arms.

So now you had a quiet sweet boyfriend named Scoot who took you shopping and read you his comics.