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[anakinstwinklebunny]

Sometimes I fear my fics feel like that..

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Hi Bunny how are you, missed u

My dog that I had since I was 2 years old passed away today, I feel terrible I loved him so much

Hiiii my pookie cookie, I've missed you smmmm too 🩵🩵

Oh pookie :(((( im so incredibly sorry to hear such information from you. I may know how you feel cus I had similar situation - i had a dachshund who was at every stage of my life; when i got to the preschool, to school, and all the achievements, he was there. When he was 12, he got hit by a car..on a walk with my mother. The car immediately drove away, didnt even stop. Neighbors didnt want to share the evidence to the police in their video surveillance by the house.. It sucked, hurt as hell but what i learned about this may seem easy to say but, just give yourself time. Time to heal, to embrace in love you two shared. It'll be alright, pookie ♡

[anakinstwinklebunny]

My roommates were mean like the average soronity mean girl and it just put a bad taste in my mouth like a lot went down 😟

Why we can't just support each other..girls to girls...im so sorry pookie :(( it SUCKS real bad. You didn't deserve such treatment. But wasn't there a possibility to change the room maybe? Sorry, I just dont know exactly how it works.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

bunny Im trying sooo hard to be more active on snap I pinky promise

Well pinky promise it is, im counting on you to keep our days 🧐🧐🧐

[anakinstwinklebunny]

hi, bunny!!

so i just had surgery & i was thinking, do you think you could write about one of hayden’s characters taking care of the reader after she’s had surgery? thank you in advance!!! 😊

-🌻

• a/n:sorry it took so long to write! Hope you enjoy it!

{If you are the creator of the gif with aj, pls contact me so I can properly give you credit and tag you♡}

|𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄:fluff

~ ANAKIN SKYWALKER

He refuses to leave your side. His whole body is a perfect mix of worry and protectiveness, pacing around your bed like a restless guard dog until you reach for his hand, whisper his name. Then he crumbles, sinking down beside you with eyes glossy and too blue, whispering “Angel, you scared me half to death.” He fusses with your blanket, insists on spoon-feeding you broth even though you’re perfectly capable. The moment you wince, his whole world stops - thumb stroking your cheek as if by sheer will he can take the pain away. At night, he props himself up on the pillow and lets you lay against his chest, murmuring “I’ll stay awake… just in case you will need me.”

~ CLAYTON BERESFORD

Money can buy the best doctors, the softest linens, a whole staff to monitor you - but nothing can peel him away from your side. Shirt slightly undone, hair mussed from stress and his relentless pulling, Clayton sits beside the bed and massages your hand with his long fingers, whispering reassurances and love declarations. He watches you breathe, almost reverent, as though you’re too precious to let out of sight. “Don’t even think about lifting a finger,” he scolds gently when you try, already on his feet to do it for you. When you wake groggy from painkillers, it’s to the smell of lavender tea he personally prepared and the warmth of his lips against your temple. He won’t admit it, but seeing you fragile terrifies him; so he smothers you in care to keep himself steady.

~ JAMES KELLY

One way to describe him is rough but when it comes to you? He’s all soft heart. He doesn’t really know the right words, so he just does. James props your pillows, changes your bandages with those big careful hands, even reads the labels three times over before giving you meds. He cracks nervous jokes to make you smile - “You look cute even with the hospital socks, babe.” When you fall asleep, he just sits there, chin in his palm, watching. He swears he’ll take on the world if anyone so much as makes you wince. “I got you,” he whispers, more to himself than you, brushing hair from your forehead like you’re his whole anchor.

~ STEPHEN GLASS

He panics. He’s so worried about messing up. He brings you water every five minutes, re-fluffs your pillow twelve times, googles every symptom until he’s spiraling. But underneath the nervousness is this genuine desperation to make you comfortable. “Does it hurt? Should I call the nurse? Oh God, I’ll call the nurse--” until you catch his hand and reassure him. He softens then, tucking the blanket around you with trembling fingers. He talks endlessly, little stories and distractions so you don’t focus on pain. And when he thinks you’re asleep, he presses the sweetest, most feather-light kiss to your hand and whispers, “I’ll take care of you. I swear.”

~ VADER

Possessive. Overbearing. Obviously terrifying for everyone else but when it comes to you, his hands are unexpectedly gentle. He stations medical droids outside your room, forbids anyone from entering except him. If he will at least hear about someone entering without his supervision/acceptance, in his eyes such person shall die. When you stir in pain, his gloved hand cradles your cheek, voice lowered to a rumble: “Rest, angel. I will not allow anything to harm you again.” even tho nothing truly harmed you, it was just a surgery. He feeds you himself, steadies the cup against your lips, refusing to let you lift a hand. At night, he might let himself just sit on the other side of the bed, holding your hand.

~ KURT MATHESON

He’s quiet, almost thoughtful; maybe not as intense as the others, but his care runs deep. He doesn’t bombard you; instead, he makes the space soft and warm, curtains drawn, a playlist humming low in the background. He’s there with tea, a damp cloth for your forehead, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your arm when the pain flares. “I know it sucks, sweetheart. Just breathe with me.” He tells stories, gentle humor to keep your mind elsewhere. And when you drift off, you feel the weight of his hand wrapped around yours, grounding you. He doesn’t say it out loud, but every glance screams: Don’t you dare leave me, you’re everything.

~ DAVID RICE

The definition of overprotective when you’re fragile. He can literally teleport you anywhere, so he keeps zipping off to grab anything you might want: your favorite takeout from Paris, a blanket from your apartment, even flowers from the other side of the world. He piles everything around your bed like a dragon hoarding treasure. But when you’re hurting, he actually slows down, perching on the mattress and smoothing your hair back with this earnest look in his eyes. “You don’t have to move a muscle, baby. I’ll get you anything you need, anywhere. Just… stay.” When you wake in the middle of the night restless, he’s instantly there, teleporting back into the room with a whispered, “I got you.”

~ SCOTT BARRINGER

Scott has his own scars, so he understands what it’s like to feel weak and vulnerable. That makes him especially gentle with you. He keeps a steady presence, not smothering, just quietly there: making you laugh with dumb jokes, distracting you from pain by ranting about music or sports, even letting you rant when the frustration hits. He holds your hand through it all, squeezing gently like, I get it. You’re safe. He’s not great with words sometimes, but his actions speak volumes - tucking your blanket in, running to the kitchen to grab water, rubbing your knuckles absentmindedly until you drift off. And when you wake, he’s still there, dozing in the chair beside you, but his hand hasn’t let go of yours.

~ SAM MONROE

He’s prickly at first; doesn’t know how to handle seeing you weak. He cracks a sarcastic remark to cover the way his throat tightens when you wince. But it doesn’t last. The second you groan or shift wrong, his walls crumble, and he’s suddenly all in - pulling the blanket higher, brushing your hair out of your face, whispering “Sorry, sorry, just… don’t hurt, okay?” He sits cross-legged at the foot of your bed like a stubborn guard, maybe a guitar in hand (?), softly playing while you rest.

~ WILL BEEMAN

He’s got that “family man” instinct - even if he’s stressed or panicking inside, his priority is you. Will hovers close, fetching water, making sure your meds are on time, gently guiding you back into bed every time you try to stand. His voice drops so soft when he talks to you, like you might break: “Easy, sweetheart… don’t rush it. I’ve got you.” He sits on the edge of the mattress, thumb brushing the back of your hand while he tells you stories or distracts you with quiet conversation. And when you start to drift, his lips graze your forehead with the kind of reverence that makes you feel completely safe.

~ DON PIPER

Don has this calm, pastoral warmth about him. He’s not overbearing, but deeply, sincerely present. He’ll pray softly over you, for quicker recovery but not in a pushy way. More in this caring manner before pressisng a gentle kiss to your hand. He brings blankets, fluffs pillows, reads to you passages of comfort or even just a book he knows you love. Every movement is unhurried, careful, like he’s making sure you never feel alone for a second. And when the pain hits harder, he holds your hand firmly in his, voice steady: “I know this hurts, but you are not alone in it. I’m right here, love.”

~ AJ

AJ’s slick, smooth-talking edge disappears the second you’re hurting. He brings flowers (a little too many), sets them up around your space like a dramatic romantic gesture. He insists you shouldn’t lift a single finger - “Baby girl, you’re on full princess treatment until you’re back on your feet.” He flirts shamelessly, just to keep your spirits up, but when you grimace in pain, his charm drops and he’s pure tenderness, brushing your hair back and whispering “Sorry, baby. I hate seeing you like this.” He even cancels jobs and obligations just to sit by your side, holding your hand like he’s afraid you’ll hurt even more if he lets go.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

(This is not a request unless you wish it to be lolz)

I had a thought yesterday about the king anakin x queen reader (x Jacob). You know the burn by Hamilton play/animatics, what if it was anakin and reader. Anakin used to write these beautiful letters for reader before everything happened and once he does his shit she just starts buying them unknowing that he's there and the next fucking day she's gone and it makes me fucking giggle so bad. I literally just woke up to write this lmao at like 7:00 am, just had to get it out there

That's good but imma be rude and stay at not doing any further part to this *evil laugher 3000*

[anakinstwinklebunny]

(aka I'll try to make it cus i appreciate you spending your time to send me this, I just have a hard time writing rn)

(This is not a request unless you wish it to be lolz)

I had a thought yesterday about the king anakin x queen reader (x Jacob). You know the burn by Hamilton play/animatics, what if it was anakin and reader. Anakin used to write these beautiful letters for reader before everything happened and once he does his shit she just starts buying them unknowing that he's there and the next fucking day she's gone and it makes me fucking giggle so bad. I literally just woke up to write this lmao at like 7:00 am, just had to get it out there

That's good but imma be rude and stay at not doing any further part to this *evil laugher 3000*

[anakinstwinklebunny]

(This is not a request unless you wish it to be lolz)

I had a thought yesterday about the king anakin x queen reader (x Jacob). You know the burn by Hamilton play/animatics, what if it was anakin and reader. Anakin used to write these beautiful letters for reader before everything happened and once he does his shit she just starts buying them unknowing that he's there and the next fucking day she's gone and it makes me fucking giggle so bad. I literally just woke up to write this lmao at like 7:00 am, just had to get it out there

That's good but imma be rude and stay at not doing any further part to this *evil laugher 3000*

[anakinstwinklebunny]

bunny I saw your request for DILF! Clay so I’m transmitting you my little headcanons I had on the topic 🙂‍↕️ :

The suit stays on. Except when it doesn’t. His tie comes off slowly. The watch is set on the nightstand. And he makes you feel like undressing is a ritual.

Experience. He knows your body better than you do. What buttons to press. What to whisper. When to go slow, when to ruin you.

"Say that again" energy. When you sass him in public, his eyebrow lifts and his voice dips low: “Careful, darling. You’re already on thin ice tonight.”

Desk sex. He doesn’t even stop working. Just pulls you into his lap, pen still in hand. “Keep talking. I can multitask.”

Marks his territory. Not in a possessive way, but in a “you belong to me and I’ll spend all night proving it” kind of way.

USE IT AT YOUR OWN RISK AJJJSHSJSJZK 🥰🥰🥰

Made me foam at the mouth but I dont think I will use it. Tbh im tired of writing, im tired of smut where its mostly about lust when in real life its smth sacred, created by God for us to worship Him with our bodies, to give us pleasure. And im tired i fell into this lustful complication. Im tired that I did it again and again, telling myself im strong that I won't do it that Jesus set me free from this so I shouldn't come back, I should fully repent but then I just fall into it once more

[anakinstwinklebunny]

DADDY'S BOY..

|PAIRING: sam monroe x vinnie

|GENRE: fluff ۶ৎ

The summer afternoon was hot and sticky, just the kind where even the air felt too heavy to breathe. And SAM MONROE heated heat, so as he hated the climate change. So without much air conditioner in the house, he sprawled himself out on the soft cushions of his mother's couch. One arm was slung over his eyes, shirtless, while Vinnie entertained himself with his wooden truck on the living room rug.

Vinnie was babbling to himself, each five minutes making little “vroom vroom” noises mixed in with nonsense, made-up words Sam swore he tried to understand.

But in the room of wooden toys hitting against each other, there was a sudden beat of silence..

Sam frowned, immediatelly feeling that something was off. After all, silence was much more suspicious when you had a toddler to raise. He peeled one eye open, just in time to see Vinnie wobbling over to him, chubby little legs moving way too fast, face scrunched up in utter distress.

“Thammy!” Vinnie’s voice was high, teetering on the edge of tears. He pointed back toward the living room, cheeks flushed. “Dewes da bee!”

Sam blinked, pushing himself up. “A… what?”

“DA BEE!” Vinnie repeated, waving both arms frantically like he was trying to swat the air. “DEWES DA BEE!”

Sam’s heart did a weird flip-flop thing. “Okay, okay, chill. It’s probably just a-”

Then he saw it.

A bee. A huge, terrifyingly big bee, buzzing angrily against the window like it was plotting murder. The thing was the size of a damn golf ball..at least to Sam. His eyes widened. “Oh, HELL no.” Before he could even think, he scooped Vinnie up under one arm like some football, his baby legs kicking as he sprinted straight to the nearest bathroom.

He slammed the door behind them, locking it like they were hiding from the mafia. Vinnie was breathing hard, clinging to Sam’s hoodie with both hands. Big, worried eyes stared up at Sam like he was waiting for an explanation. “Bee?” he whispered, voice wobbly.

Sam swallowed, pressing his back against the door. “Yeah. Yeah, bud. It’s… it’s still out there.”

Vinnie’s lower lip trembled. “Bee bad?”

“Nah. Just… really big. And, uh… really mean.”

Vinnie nodded solemnly. Then, after a beat of silence, he sniffled and whispered, “Thammy scawed?”

Sam’s jaw clenched. “What? No. I am not-” But then there was a loud buzz from the other side of the door, and Sam flinched so hard he nearly dropped Vinnie. Boy buried his face in Sam’s neck, tiny arms wrapping around him like he was Sam’s personal little life vest. “Thammy scawed,” he mumbled, this time like he was comforting him.

Sam exhaled a shaky breath, arms tightening around Vinnie's little body. “Yeah, maybe just a little. But don't tell your mom”

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

hi, bunny!!

so i just had surgery & i was thinking, do you think you could write about one of hayden’s characters taking care of the reader after she’s had surgery? thank you in advance!!! 😊

-🌻

• a/n:sorry it took so long to write! Hope you enjoy it!

{If you are the creator of the gif with aj, pls contact me so I can properly give you credit and tag you♡}

|𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄:fluff

~ ANAKIN SKYWALKER

He refuses to leave your side. His whole body is a perfect mix of worry and protectiveness, pacing around your bed like a restless guard dog until you reach for his hand, whisper his name. Then he crumbles, sinking down beside you with eyes glossy and too blue, whispering “Angel, you scared me half to death.” He fusses with your blanket, insists on spoon-feeding you broth even though you’re perfectly capable. The moment you wince, his whole world stops - thumb stroking your cheek as if by sheer will he can take the pain away. At night, he props himself up on the pillow and lets you lay against his chest, murmuring “I’ll stay awake… just in case you will need me.”

~ CLAYTON BERESFORD

Money can buy the best doctors, the softest linens, a whole staff to monitor you - but nothing can peel him away from your side. Shirt slightly undone, hair mussed from stress and his relentless pulling, Clayton sits beside the bed and massages your hand with his long fingers, whispering reassurances and love declarations. He watches you breathe, almost reverent, as though you’re too precious to let out of sight. “Don’t even think about lifting a finger,” he scolds gently when you try, already on his feet to do it for you. When you wake groggy from painkillers, it’s to the smell of lavender tea he personally prepared and the warmth of his lips against your temple. He won’t admit it, but seeing you fragile terrifies him; so he smothers you in care to keep himself steady.

~ JAMES KELLY

One way to describe him is rough but when it comes to you? He’s all soft heart. He doesn’t really know the right words, so he just does. James props your pillows, changes your bandages with those big careful hands, even reads the labels three times over before giving you meds. He cracks nervous jokes to make you smile - “You look cute even with the hospital socks, babe.” When you fall asleep, he just sits there, chin in his palm, watching. He swears he’ll take on the world if anyone so much as makes you wince. “I got you,” he whispers, more to himself than you, brushing hair from your forehead like you’re his whole anchor.

~ STEPHEN GLASS

He panics. He’s so worried about messing up. He brings you water every five minutes, re-fluffs your pillow twelve times, googles every symptom until he’s spiraling. But underneath the nervousness is this genuine desperation to make you comfortable. “Does it hurt? Should I call the nurse? Oh God, I’ll call the nurse--” until you catch his hand and reassure him. He softens then, tucking the blanket around you with trembling fingers. He talks endlessly, little stories and distractions so you don’t focus on pain. And when he thinks you’re asleep, he presses the sweetest, most feather-light kiss to your hand and whispers, “I’ll take care of you. I swear.”

~ VADER

Possessive. Overbearing. Obviously terrifying for everyone else but when it comes to you, his hands are unexpectedly gentle. He stations medical droids outside your room, forbids anyone from entering except him. If he will at least hear about someone entering without his supervision/acceptance, in his eyes such person shall die. When you stir in pain, his gloved hand cradles your cheek, voice lowered to a rumble: “Rest, angel. I will not allow anything to harm you again.” even tho nothing truly harmed you, it was just a surgery. He feeds you himself, steadies the cup against your lips, refusing to let you lift a hand. At night, he might let himself just sit on the other side of the bed, holding your hand.

~ KURT MATHESON

He’s quiet, almost thoughtful; maybe not as intense as the others, but his care runs deep. He doesn’t bombard you; instead, he makes the space soft and warm, curtains drawn, a playlist humming low in the background. He’s there with tea, a damp cloth for your forehead, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your arm when the pain flares. “I know it sucks, sweetheart. Just breathe with me.” He tells stories, gentle humor to keep your mind elsewhere. And when you drift off, you feel the weight of his hand wrapped around yours, grounding you. He doesn’t say it out loud, but every glance screams: Don’t you dare leave me, you’re everything.

~ DAVID RICE

The definition of overprotective when you’re fragile. He can literally teleport you anywhere, so he keeps zipping off to grab anything you might want: your favorite takeout from Paris, a blanket from your apartment, even flowers from the other side of the world. He piles everything around your bed like a dragon hoarding treasure. But when you’re hurting, he actually slows down, perching on the mattress and smoothing your hair back with this earnest look in his eyes. “You don’t have to move a muscle, baby. I’ll get you anything you need, anywhere. Just… stay.” When you wake in the middle of the night restless, he’s instantly there, teleporting back into the room with a whispered, “I got you.”

~ SCOTT BARRINGER

Scott has his own scars, so he understands what it’s like to feel weak and vulnerable. That makes him especially gentle with you. He keeps a steady presence, not smothering, just quietly there: making you laugh with dumb jokes, distracting you from pain by ranting about music or sports, even letting you rant when the frustration hits. He holds your hand through it all, squeezing gently like, I get it. You’re safe. He’s not great with words sometimes, but his actions speak volumes - tucking your blanket in, running to the kitchen to grab water, rubbing your knuckles absentmindedly until you drift off. And when you wake, he’s still there, dozing in the chair beside you, but his hand hasn’t let go of yours.

~ SAM MONROE

He’s prickly at first; doesn’t know how to handle seeing you weak. He cracks a sarcastic remark to cover the way his throat tightens when you wince. But it doesn’t last. The second you groan or shift wrong, his walls crumble, and he’s suddenly all in - pulling the blanket higher, brushing your hair out of your face, whispering “Sorry, sorry, just… don’t hurt, okay?” He sits cross-legged at the foot of your bed like a stubborn guard, maybe a guitar in hand (?), softly playing while you rest.

~ WILL BEEMAN

He’s got that “family man” instinct - even if he’s stressed or panicking inside, his priority is you. Will hovers close, fetching water, making sure your meds are on time, gently guiding you back into bed every time you try to stand. His voice drops so soft when he talks to you, like you might break: “Easy, sweetheart… don’t rush it. I’ve got you.” He sits on the edge of the mattress, thumb brushing the back of your hand while he tells you stories or distracts you with quiet conversation. And when you start to drift, his lips graze your forehead with the kind of reverence that makes you feel completely safe.

~ DON PIPER

Don has this calm, pastoral warmth about him. He’s not overbearing, but deeply, sincerely present. He’ll pray softly over you, for quicker recovery but not in a pushy way. More in this caring manner before pressisng a gentle kiss to your hand. He brings blankets, fluffs pillows, reads to you passages of comfort or even just a book he knows you love. Every movement is unhurried, careful, like he’s making sure you never feel alone for a second. And when the pain hits harder, he holds your hand firmly in his, voice steady: “I know this hurts, but you are not alone in it. I’m right here, love.”

~ AJ

AJ’s slick, smooth-talking edge disappears the second you’re hurting. He brings flowers (a little too many), sets them up around your space like a dramatic romantic gesture. He insists you shouldn’t lift a single finger - “Baby girl, you’re on full princess treatment until you’re back on your feet.” He flirts shamelessly, just to keep your spirits up, but when you grimace in pain, his charm drops and he’s pure tenderness, brushing your hair back and whispering “Sorry, baby. I hate seeing you like this.” He even cancels jobs and obligations just to sit by your side, holding your hand like he’s afraid you’ll hurt even more if he lets go.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

How did you know?? I thought all the pics I've been doing with him and our baby was private..

HE IS HUUGE.

Freaking out bcs DADDY HAYDEN WILL NOT LEAVE MY MINDDDDD

[anakinstwinklebunny]

LITERALLY. he is sooooooo extremely HUGE. Bigger than in 2022, its insane

Twitter saw it first

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Mosquitobeearewigs?whatdahecky

Potatoes.

Tomatoes.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

So in every Spiderman universe, someone close to Spiderman dies. Like we see in marvel movies and how it was explained in this new multiverse Spiderman (i think? The one that came out in 2022-23)

So what if, since you did sam monroe as Spiderman, Vinnie dies? It would go along w your other fics where he is dead?

Why i have never thought of it..its..wow

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Guess who dropped out of college 😛

O wow 😮😮 did smth happen? Or was it long over due?

[anakinstwinklebunny]

I read leaking and was confused. Guess im just too hungry for him rn 🙃

HE IS HUUGE.

Freaking out bcs DADDY HAYDEN WILL NOT LEAVE MY MINDDDDD