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oh em gee yayy!!! thank u so much for thinking of me dippy my love, here goes!!

favorite color: i’m stuck between three as of right now because i’m very indecisive, so it’s a tie between dark green, light pink, and light yellow!!!

last song: ribs by lorde 🤍

currently reading: i just finished a book by ali hazelwood called “problematic summer romance”!!

currently watching: guys this is a judgement free zone right….😓 because i’ve given into tiktok brainrot and begun watching love island. LEAVE ME BE IM WEAK OKAY

currently craving: a baja blast, a nice trip to b&n, butter pecan ice cream, and for our country to not be bombing iran rn!!

coffee or tea: i personally am a coffee person!!! that’s not to say i don’t like tea, but a good dunkin’ frozen coffee will make my morning🙏 you know what they say… america runs on dunkin and rage baiting!!

and idk who to tag so yeah!!! feel free to join for anyone seeing this who wants too🤍

get to know your moots tag game!

I was tagged by @sophieturnersdoppelganger (thank you)

favorite color ⊹ ࣪ ˖ would it be too basic if I said black. black or sage green.

last song ⊹ ࣪ ˖ nettles by ethel cain <3

currently reading ⊹ ࣪ ˖ six of crows, rereading a song of ice and fire (still on AGOT)

currently watching ⊹ ࣪ ˖ lotr & the hobbit. my little sister had never seen them so I'm forcing her to watch them with me. and she's making me watch the walking dead (need rick and daryl tbh. also negan)

currently craving ⊹ ࣪ ˖ nothing. I can't taste anything rn because I am so sick but if I had to choose something to eat, it would he tomato soup.

coffee or tea ⊹ ࣪ ˖ can I say neither? 😭 I am a coffee hater but tea is alright, it depends on what kind. only peppermint or chamomile with honey is acceptable

no pressure tags (IDK WHO HAS DONE THIS SRY IF U WERE ALREADY TAGGED, I don't have a lot of mutuals yet) @satlun @dipperscavern @oldtowrs

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ᯓ★ 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓎 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: what happens when you overhear a conversation between steve and tommy about how ‘clingy’ you are?

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: steve harrington x fem!reader

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: two tiny uses of y/n, brief moment of douchey king steve, angsty distancing, sad+confused steve, etc etc!

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: hi honeys!! in honor of the season 5 trailer, i had to write for my bby since 2016!!! also, first season of stranger things came out on my birthday… meant to be??? i hope u guys enjoy!!!🤍

nerves of excitement raced through your veins, heating your blood and making your heart pound. you were speed-walking through the halls, gaining a couple of odd looks, but you were too happy to care.

you had a sheet of paper clutched in your hand, a bright red stamp on the right corner. A+. you struggled greatly in chemistry, a fact all your friends and family knew. the class was practically created by a sociopathic masochist, math and science rolled into one? no way.

but you’d studied until your eyes crossed for this exam, and clearly your efforts had paid off. you couldn’t wait to tell steve. knowing his last class of the day, you opened the door to the gym and pranced in, a proud beam on your face.

your eyes found his figure immediately, stood a couple of feet away chatting with tommy. you hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but their conversation easily met your ears, making you guiltily hide behind a rack filled with basketballs to understand their topic.

“great game, dude. me and the boys are gonna be at marcus’s house tonight for a get together, beer and basketball. you in?”

“i can’t, sorry. i’m having dinner with y/n tonight.”

you felt tommy’s scoff more than you heard it. “again? when was the last time you hung out with us, man? seems a little clingy if you ask me.”

ouch. clingy. you’d been called it more times than you could describe in past relationships, being told you’re “too much.” you’d confided in steve about it, as well. your deep-rooted insecurities that you were overwhelming and annoying, your affections drowning.

he’d assured you with that smile that was just so steve that you were the perfect amount. that he loved your attention and endearments, and for the first time, you’d believed him. surely he would defend you, right? wrong.

his laugh met your ears, and you swore you could hear a little crack in your chest as your eyes began to water. if only you could see his face, you’d see how forced and uncomfortable he truly looked. “i mean, i guess.”

“i’m telling you, it’s toxic. i had a girl like that before, had to ditch her. wasn’t healthy, y’know? you gotta look after you man.” your breath hitched, anxiously awaiting his response. there was silence for a couple of moments, and then… “yeah, you’re right. i’ll think on it. thanks, tommy.”

“no problem, dude.” you could taste the salty tears running down your cheeks onto your lips. you briefly heard the crinkle of paper as your hand made a fist. you had to get out of here. you turned, mood drastically different than when you entered, and left the foul-smelling building.

the whole way home as you drove, the words repeated in your head. clingy. toxic. clingy. toxic. you’d just have to show him that you could be different, then.

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it had been two weeks. two weeks of no phone calls, no hand-holding in the halls, no dates, nothing. just forced laughs and a distant look in your eyes whenever he spoke. steve was going mad, racking his brain for whatever could’ve caused this.

he’s lost count of the times he’s asked you if you were alright. before this, you would’ve looked at him with a fond smile and a roll of your eyes, leaning on his shoulder and replying, “i’m fine, stevie! you worry too much.” now, all he gets is an unconvincing mhm and a too-bright smile.

he’s unbelievably confused. and more than that, scared. what had happened to make you act like this? so… not you? which is how he finds himself outside of your house sunday morning, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand and an anxious deposition.

he’s going to apologize. what for, he has no clue, but it doesn’t matter. he needs you back. not this robotic version of you. palms sweaty, he brings his hand to knock, hearing a couple of shouts and jingling before the door opens to reveal your mother.

“oh, steve! hey, sweetie. i didn’t know you were coming. y/n is just upstairs, you can head on up.” he murmurs a tiny thank you, slipping off his shoes before walking up the stairs, passing the photos of you throughout the years on the way. his chest clenches.

he reaches your door. closes his eyes. inhales. exhales. opens his eyes. and then knocks. he hears a tiny, “come in,” and slowly twists the knob. there you are, in all of your glory, hair in a tussled bun as you sit on your windowsill, book in hand. you look up, and steve swears his can see the briefest flash of panic in your eyes before you shutter it and put your book down.

“what are you doing here?” it slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. is he here to finally break up with you? he hesitates, and then takes a seat at your desk across from you.

“did i… do something? to make you like this?” he waves his hand towards you, and your brows furrow. he continues you before you can say anything. “i mean, you haven’t called me ‘stevie’ in weeks. you barely talk to me, we only see each other at school, and when we do, you’re not actually there. you’re like- like detached. i miss you. please let me fix whatever this is.” his chest huffs from the speed of which he spoke the frantic words, and you blink, confused.

“i… i thought this was what you wanted?” you say, voice small and perplexed. steve lets out a disbelieving, sad laugh. “why the hell would i want that?” you pause, and then to his utmost horror your eyes begin to fill with gut wrenching tears. you sniffle, and his his heart breaks.

“i heard you. with tommy, in the gym. you-” hiccup. “he said that i was clingy and toxic. said that you should break up with me. you… you agreed. i thought that… that if i give you some space-” steve’s expression is a horrified, panicky visage of despair. “oh god, honey, no. fuck. i’m so, so sorry. i would never.” he stands, and within a moment, he’s with you, holding your shaking form in his arms.

“i just said that to get him off my back. tommy is an asshole, and he’ll never change or understand my viewpoint. there’s no point in arguing with him. i’m so, so sorry that i made you think that. jesus, if anyone’s the clingy one, it’s me. i was going insane. i love you. i love your ‘clinginess’ more than you could ever understand. it makes me feel loved and wanted, and i’m so sorry that i made you feel the opposite. i want my girl back.”

your tears are leaking into his shirt, each one feeling like a punch to his gut. he holds you tighter, as if the stronger his embrace, the more he could chase away your insecurities. you sniffle, hope slowly creeping back up. “really?”

“fuck yes, really. i brought you white roses and everything. i will get on me knees and beg, if you want me to.” a giggle slips out of your mouth, and steve feels his heart slowly being glued back together.

“what a sight that would be. king steve, begging for my forgiveness.” he pulls away, hand gripping your jaw gently. “i don’t want to be king steve. i want to be stevie, yeah?” a soft, teasing smile appears on your face.

“i thought you hated that nickname.”

“i’d kill a demogorgan to get it back right now.” he answers with no hesitation, complete seriousness in his unwavering gaze. you laugh, and the sight makes steve want to cry out of relief.

“i forgive you, stevie.” his lips are on yours in an instant, the kiss sloppy and desperate and everything you both need. every swipe of his tongue a reassurance, every whimper a promise. “thank you.” he speaks against your lips, over and over again. he pulls away, both of you panting and flushed, foreheads rested together. “i love you.” he whispers, the syllables drifting out of his mouth and straight into your chest. “i love you, too.” it’s silent for a peaceful moment, and then…

“oh my god, i got an A+ on my chem test!!!”

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i was staring at my wall just pondering like the mysterious person i am, and i had a thought… you guys know that one scene in season one where jon is standing over what’s his face and is like “no one touches sam😤”

now imagine that but with his lady. yeah that’s all. goodnight.

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YAYY i’m so glad u enjoyed hun🤍

Hi bby! I hope you’re doing well and that your exams went well :) feel free to ignore my message if you’re too busy or just not interested but I am currently watching game of thrones season 1 (yes I fear the obsession with Jon Snow is not yet over 😔) and though I know it’s kind of an overused trope I wanted to know what you thought of Jon snow with a fem reader who is part of the night’s watch with him ? In my mind I have this like badass reader pretty cold and all but really just unused to people really caring about her and I’d love to know how you’d see him act with a reader like that!

hi my lovely!!! tysm for the positive vibes coming my way towards exams, and i absolutely love this ask!!! hope i did it justice 🤍 (THE JON OBSESSION WILL NEVER END RAHHHHH✊🦅)

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you could still remember the moment everything clicked into place for you. you were a mere 6 years old, hopes still intact and naive heart unbroken. you’d ran to your father, sloppy needlework in tow with an excited, gapped-tooth smile.

you can still remember the disgust etched onto the wrinkles of his worn face, the hatred in his eyes as he discarded the gift and told you to go find your “whore of a mother.”

you didn’t understand what the word meant, how could you? but you were never stupid. in fact, you were always too clever for your own good, and you understood the negative connotation bored into his syllables.

your shiny, tearful eyes looked up at him, wondering what you had done, and that same hopeful, naive light slowly began to dim. that was when you began to learn a lesson that would stay with you for years, keep your heart close and your face cold. be your own most trusted advisor.

17 years and many new scars later, you were the only woman in the nights watch, and two times the average man. and then there was jon snow. when he first came along, gentle and boyish in a way many can’t capture, you were intrigued.

even more so when you found out he was better than all your men. (well… technically not your men, but you beat them into shape, so who’s counting?) shields rightfully raised and snippy in a way most who are threatened are, you managed to keep him at arms distance for a while, but not nearly long enough.

as it turns out, jon snow, the bastard of winterfell, most resembled a puppy with the clueless, devoted way he would follow you around.

“seven hells, would you leave me alone?”

“aye, i could, but why would i?”

the further you would push, the more he would pull, until ever so slowly, your walls began to crack. he enjoyed pestering you, was much too trusting, and more honorable than any man you’d ever met. he was a phenomenon, an absolute obscurity that you were unable to understand, which only made you all the more determined to figure him out.

and for jon? he’d never thought of himself as one to seek out where he wasn’t wanted, and yet there was something about you that had him forgetting all reasoning and logic. because to him, no matter how puzzling and fascinating you found him, he would always view you tenfold.

that was, until you smiled at him, truly, for the first time, dimples on display and a beam so bright as to rival the suns. then? he could care less about anything you might be hiding, he would be wholly, completely yours, his sword and heart belonging to you only.

it was such a dumb joke. so immature and child-like that you couldn’t help but laugh.

then you saw him staring at you, his eyes wondrous and cheeks tinted rose, and yours couldn’t help but match as your lips slowly morphed into their regular position.

months later, you begin to understand the fact that jon snow wasn’t a dumb-wit at all. in fact, he was a despicable, evil genius, because he had so slowly squeezed himself into your life in a way that you couldn’t imagine his pestering, annoying presence not in it. and you despised him for it.

he was going on about some nonsense, per usual. finding any excuse to insert himself in your day.

“hey, jon?”

“aye?”

“stop talking.”

and then your lips would meet, sloppy and desperate in a way only yearning could explain.

any last shred of dignity and security you still held would be shred. you would finally accept your love for jon snow, and even further than that, trust him to be careful with your heart.

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Hi bby! I hope you’re doing well and that your exams went well :) feel free to ignore my message if you’re too busy or just not interested but I am currently watching game of thrones season 1 (yes I fear the obsession with Jon Snow is not yet over 😔) and though I know it’s kind of an overused trope I wanted to know what you thought of Jon snow with a fem reader who is part of the night’s watch with him ? In my mind I have this like badass reader pretty cold and all but really just unused to people really caring about her and I’d love to know how you’d see him act with a reader like that!

hi my lovely!!! tysm for the positive vibes coming my way towards exams, and i absolutely love this ask!!! hope i did it justice 🤍 (THE JON OBSESSION WILL NEVER END RAHHHHH✊🦅)

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you could still remember the moment everything clicked into place for you. you were a mere 6 years old, hopes still intact and naive heart unbroken. you’d ran to your father, sloppy needlework in tow with an excited, gapped-tooth smile.

you can still remember the disgust etched onto the wrinkles of his worn face, the hatred in his eyes as he discarded the gift and told you to go find your “whore of a mother.”

you didn’t understand what the word meant, how could you? but you were never stupid. in fact, you were always too clever for your own good, and you understood the negative connotation bored into his syllables.

your shiny, tearful eyes looked up at him, wondering what you had done, and that same hopeful, naive light slowly began to dim. that was when you began to learn a lesson that would stay with you for years, keep your heart close and your face cold. be your own most trusted advisor.

17 years and many new scars later, you were the only woman in the nights watch, and two times the average man. and then there was jon snow. when he first came along, gentle and boyish in a way many can’t capture, you were intrigued.

even more so when you found out he was better than all your men. (well… technically not your men, but you beat them into shape, so who’s counting?) shields rightfully raised and snippy in a way most who are threatened are, you managed to keep him at arms distance for a while, but not nearly long enough.

as it turns out, jon snow, the bastard of winterfell, most resembled a puppy with the clueless, devoted way he would follow you around.

“seven hells, would you leave me alone?”

“aye, i could, but why would i?”

the further you would push, the more he would pull, until ever so slowly, your walls began to crack. he enjoyed pestering you, was much too trusting, and more honorable than any man you’d ever met. he was a phenomenon, an absolute obscurity that you were unable to understand, which only made you all the more determined to figure him out.

and for jon? he’d never thought of himself as one to seek out where he wasn’t wanted, and yet there was something about you that had him forgetting all reasoning and logic. because to him, no matter how puzzling and fascinating you found him, he would always view you tenfold.

that was, until you smiled at him, truly, for the first time, dimples on display and a beam so bright as to rival the suns. then? he could care less about anything you might be hiding, he would be wholly, completely yours, his sword and heart belonging to you only.

it was such a dumb joke. so immature and child-like that you couldn’t help but laugh.

then you saw him staring at you, his eyes wondrous and cheeks tinted rose, and yours couldn’t help but match as your lips slowly morphed into their regular position.

months later, you begin to understand the fact that jon snow wasn’t a dumb-wit at all. in fact, he was a despicable, evil genius, because he had so slowly squeezed himself into your life in a way that you couldn’t imagine his pestering, annoying presence not in it. and you despised him for it.

he was going on about some nonsense, per usual. finding any excuse to insert himself in your day.

“hey, jon?”

“aye?”

“stop talking.”

and then your lips would meet, sloppy and desperate in a way only yearning could explain.

any last shred of dignity and security you still held would be shred. you would finally accept your love for jon snow, and even further than that, trust him to be careful with your heart.

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IM SO GLAD LOVELY!!!🤍

Hi! I love your fics and drabbles about Jon snow !! I am currently kinda (just a little) obsessed with him 😔 so I just wanted to ask if you would be able to write a little something for him? Preferably fluff or angst/comfort? Thank you if you do and no worries if you don’t :)

hi my lovely!!! sorry for the late reply, it’s exam season!! here’s a little thing i cooked up in the oven, i hope you like it and it suits what you were looking for!!!!!!🤍

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you can still feel the wind from that cold night dusting your nose, freezing your tears as they dripped down your cheeks. you can still hear the scream that clawed out of your throat as you saw jon, your jon, lying lifeless in the snow, a pool of blood tainting the ground around him.

since that cruel, gruesome night, you’ve attempted every way to remove the image of his betrayed, unmoving eyes that is now engraved in your brain. nothing works. nothing except the man himself.

logically, you know there is no possible way for jon king in the north snow to be with you, his….. (lover?) friend every waking moment. you know that. and yet, it doesn’t make that truth any harder to swallow.

it is not fair to jon for you to need his constant presence to cope with the battle raging in your brain. and yet, every night as you open your door to seek him out, lungs expanding only a heartbeat to quick, he’s already there, looking almost as if he needs your presence as much as you need his.

such a foolish thing to believe, your brain tells you. and yet, when his eyes connect with yours and his lips pull into that characterizing pout, the furrow between his brows softening, your heart can’t help but believe it. you can’t help but believe that this… (relationship?) friendship may not be as one sided as you believe.

his strong, rugged arms would wrap around your waist, pulling you straight into his safe embrace. he would allow his head to fall into the crook of your shoulder, his shoulders releasing their tension as he breathed in the flowery, feminine smell that constantly lingered in your hair, and suddenly everything would be okay.

he would squeeze you tighter into him, as if you could get any closer, and you would begin to realize that maybe you don’t need labels or thorough understanding. maybe this was just enough.

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Hi! I love your fics and drabbles about Jon snow !! I am currently kinda (just a little) obsessed with him 😔 so I just wanted to ask if you would be able to write a little something for him? Preferably fluff or angst/comfort? Thank you if you do and no worries if you don’t :)

hi my lovely!!! sorry for the late reply, it’s exam season!! here’s a little thing i cooked up in the oven, i hope you like it and it suits what you were looking for!!!!!!🤍

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you can still feel the wind from that cold night dusting your nose, freezing your tears as they dripped down your cheeks. you can still hear the scream that clawed out of your throat as you saw jon, your jon, lying lifeless in the snow, a pool of blood tainting the ground around him.

since that cruel, gruesome night, you’ve attempted every way to remove the image of his betrayed, unmoving eyes that is now engraved in your brain. nothing works. nothing except the man himself.

logically, you know there is no possible way for jon king in the north snow to be with you, his….. (lover?) friend every waking moment. you know that. and yet, it doesn’t make that truth any harder to swallow.

it is not fair to jon for you to need his constant presence to cope with the battle raging in your brain. and yet, every night as you open your door to seek him out, lungs expanding only a heartbeat to quick, he’s already there, looking almost as if he needs your presence as much as you need his.

such a foolish thing to believe, your brain tells you. and yet, when his eyes connect with yours and his lips pull into that characterizing pout, the furrow between his brows softening, your heart can’t help but believe it. you can’t help but believe that this… (relationship?) friendship may not be as one sided as you believe.

his strong, rugged arms would wrap around your waist, pulling you straight into his safe embrace. he would allow his head to fall into the crook of your shoulder, his shoulders releasing their tension as he breathed in the flowery, feminine smell that constantly lingered in your hair, and suddenly everything would be okay.

he would squeeze you tighter into him, as if you could get any closer, and you would begin to realize that maybe you don’t need labels or thorough understanding. maybe this was just enough.

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i fear i literally need to straddle jon snow’s lap, my head in his shoulder and arms wrapped around his torso while one of his arms wraps around my waist and one of his hands lays on my thigh. it would solve all my problems😓

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hi halle :) i have questions & queries and i'm afraid you're one of the only qualified people to deliver (we need more jon snow writers ugh) but can we (pretty) please have you share your thoughts on the kisses jon snow would give/receive ?? thoughts ?? (super sorry if this isn't an interesting request !!! no judgment xx)

hi anon hunny!!! tysm for the request, i absolutely LOVE THIS QUESTION. there’s two types of kisses i think jon would love giving the most.

1. forehead kisses. my god, this man is giving them at any opportunity. he’s heading down to his office for the day? forehead kiss while he has one hand on your cheek and the other gripping your neck. rough day? forehead kiss. facing each other in bed? sleepy forehead kiss where his lips linger for at least 3 seconds.

2. shoulder kisses. jon is constantly sneaking up behind you and wrapping his strong arms around your waist and dropping his head to the crook of your shoulder to plant a kiss there. when you shiver at the intimacy and sensitivity, you feel his lips grow into a grin where they rest.

now… what ways would jon love to receive kisses?

1. neck kisses. you cannot tell me that jon is not an absolute SLUT for neck kisses. imagine him sitting in his desk chair, head in his palms as he tries to make the words on the paper stop blurring, and you walk up quietly behind where he sits and ever so gently kiss that one spot on his neck. his whole body would relax and melt back into you, and he would release a sigh because everything is just realigning itself and fitting back into place so correctly.

2. slow, gentle lip kisses. jon loves passionate, heated make-outs as much as any sane man does, but his favorite by far is the tender, loving kisses stolen in the soft moments. when you’re both in the bath together, flushed with you facing him on his lap and his arms around your waist, and he leans in and steals a slow kiss that has both of you feeling so connected that you can almost feel each others souls wrapping around your own, he’s done for. there’s nothing that can save him from the emptiness he will feel when he ultimately has to release you from his arms.

my takes!! i hope you enjoyed and it was what you were looking for <3

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hear me out. (also i’ve apparently risen from the dead?) jon snow x pregnant!reader.

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“we’re having a baby.” 4 words, 6 syllables, and yet his world was entirely, utterly changed. jon snow grew up 10 times more fortunate than most bastards, and yet 10 times less fortunate than his siblings. he was constantly stuck in a battle between the two halves to his whole, the part that told him to be grateful that he wasn’t slaughtered or abandoned, and then the half of him that was just a boy who wanted to be given the same respect and treatment as his brothers and sisters.

that part of him, the part that was just a boy longing for affection, was broken. it was shattered and torn so badly throughout the years that even the strongest, most skilled warrior wouldn’t be able to beat it back into shape. until you came along, not as a soldier or skilled warrior, but instead the opposite. a giver.

you burst into his life as the sun would a new day, energetic with lots of love to spare, shooing away the darkness that was residing in the night. after your entrance, which glued back together the fragmented pieces of his sorrowful world, he wondered how he was able to live without you at all, perplexed beyond belief how he managed to survive all those years without his sun to come home to, his light to fend off the darkness.

and so, despite all of those rightfully concerned voices that inhabited the back of his mind, asking him how he could care for a child when he never personally experienced how one should, he smiled.

he smiled a watery, wholly devoted smile that could be mistaken for broken to those looking in, but how could he ever be broken again when he had his own repair-person in his life? besides, you knew. you knew what his quivering lips were trying to convey, knew what his shimmering eyes wanted to tell, because it was you. and you could always look beyond his eyes and straight into the depths of his soul.

so, he did the only thing he was capable of at the moment. he lowered himself to his knees, humbling himself before you, and wrapped the arms that have been bruised and been the bruiser around your waist, allowing his forehead to rest against your stomach that was somehow miraculously carrying a mix of both you and him.

your hands, soft and untainted, the very hands that carefully realigned his world, buried themselves into his tangled, soft curls, gently massaging his scalp as you stood there with the patience of a saint, allowing him the necessary moments he needed to collect himself and pretend he wasn’t crying (he was).

and when he was ready, he looked up into your eyes with an expression that can only be titled complete dedication, and you were more certain than ever that your child would have the best father to roam the seven kingdoms, better than either you or jon ever did.

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tags: @dipperscavern

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chris x fashiondesigner!fem!reader

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okay listen………….

with him owning his own clothing brand, (shoutout fresh love), he’s most definitely earned a deeper appreciation for the effort it takes to create a vision, let alone put plans into place to make it happen. when you come along with your band-aided fingers and shy smiles, pencil behind your ear at all times, he’s instantly whipped.

this man definitely gets bored easily and has spent his whole life bouncing around from activity to activity, (shoutout adhd), but he could sit and watch you sew for hours. the way your nimble fingers gently pin together fabrics is like a language only he can understand and decipher.

he would definitely be the most annoying to work around though😭. he is constantly asking questions, but can you blame him? he’s just so interested and invested in everything you do, and who knows? maybe he’ll even take up sewing too.

if you accidentally burn yourself while ironing or stick yourself with a pin, i am 110% convinced that he would yell at the inanimate object just to make you laugh! of course, then he would help you properly treat it, even if it’s only a prick and you assure him you’re perfectly fine.

don’t even get me started on him wearing the clothes that you create. he will be going around telling everybody and will never stop shouting you out on his channel, so much so that even his brothers get annoyed. he’s just so proud of you!

“oh, this? yeah, my girlfriend made it. she’s really talented, you should go check out her website that’s linked in the description!”

“kid, what? we were talking about ____”

he will also always be willing to model for you. he will hype your less than halfway finished designs up so much while your roll your eyes with a pink hue to your cheeks, all while you mutter about linings and adjustments.

all in all, he would be the most supportive and back you up all the way. xo

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new theme is saur cute my lovely

i love u kiss me😞🤍

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bathing with jon snow

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hear me out. he would be so unbelievably gentle with you, your body’s both engulfed in steaming water with flushed cheeks. (from the heat or each other?) he would tentatively brush your hair over your shoulder and away from your smooth back, lightly grazing it with the sopping bath sponge filled with flowery-scented soap over every ridge and tiniest crease of your skin.

his mind would be so foggy and his eyes glazed because everything smells undeniably like you and your so so close and he just can’t take it. he’d rub in your shampoo so delicately, taking care not to pull on any knots or cause any discomfort. rinsing it out might just be his favorite part, watching your blissed expression as he gently scrunches the water out of your soft hair.

poor baby wouldn’t know how to act when you turn and give him your prettiest grin, doe eyes staring up at him in admiration, telling him that it was his turn. he just about short-circuits. when you reach for the more “manly” smelling suds, he grabs your wrist carefully, eyes pleading with you to just not.

you would giggle, “you wanna smell like me, baby?” and his cheeks would flame but he’d nod anyways. “mhm, every one’s gotta know ‘m yours, don’t they?” and now it’s your turn to blush. the GROANS he would let out as you rake your small hands through his knotted curls would be enough to send any woman to heaven.

and when you set down the sponge and instead decide to use your hands to rub your scent all over his scarred skin and ridged abs? oh yeah he’s done for

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touch deprived

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you cannot tell me that jon snow isn’t the absolute shyest when it comes to physical affection. not even in a sexual way, he just hasn’t been held in so long that he forgot what it feels like to be cared for :(

when you come along full of teasing smiles and faint caresses when no one’s looking, he’s convinced the world has been tipped on its axis. he shys away from your advances every time because he learned that nothing ever lasts, and attachment is a weakness (our poor emo baby)

however, once he lets you past his own walls, your never leaving his side. ever. he’s writing ravens at his desk? your in his lap & his non-dominant arm is wrapped tightly around your waist because his girl just can’t go anywhere.

lying in bed together? he would 100% have his head smushed into your chest as your fingers stroked through his curls. even at dinner with his family right across from you, his hand is gently running across your thigh under the dinner table.

honestly, can you blame him though? he just feels so empty without you being attached to him ˚୨୧⋆

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Hiiiii again!! It's me. The Spiderman person. 🤭 I've finally worked up the courage to request something! 🥹 If it's okay with you, I was thinking of maybe some fluffy headcannons of Spiderman🙆 I do feel like the real main difference between the characters is their age. Tom feels like a high schooler, and then Andrew is more of like a college guy if that makes sense 🤷‍♀️ because in their movies, Tom was always seen as a kid by the other avengers and Andrew's Peter went off to college which is kinda why I think I prefer him over Tom. Besides the whole love for Andrew Garfield that I just have. Sorry for the rambling!! I hope it's alright that I said all that😅 Feel free to completely ignore me if this is too much🙆

fluffy spider-man headcannons (andrew’s)

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a/n: hey hun!! you don’t need to apologize at all, i love the request and feel free to chat with me whenever! i’m so sooo sorry it took me so long, i just made a post mentioning how i took a small break but i hope you enjoy this <33

warnings: veryyy brief mention of blood, nothing else?? super soft🎀

summary: just some fluffy headcannons for andrew’s peter ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

since he loves photography he would definitely snap pictures of you when you least expect it😭 just laughed at a joke your friend said? captured. focused on your homework? deserves a pic. cuddled up with a pillow? you best believe that one’s going in his wallet.

you cannot convince me that when this man shows up at your window all bloody and in need of patching up he doesn’t have the super guilty kicked-puppy expression on😞 he knows you hate it when he gets roughed up but it’s kind of spider-man’s job!!

will 100% try to teach you how to skateboard and promises you that his spidy-senses will stop you from falling before you even know your going to fall. caught you about ten times before bro gave up😭

he will send you spider-man selfies from 100 feet up in the air just to let you know he’s thinking about you <33 (you always text him back saying to watch his surroundings. does he listen? no.)

if there’s a super crazy villain on the loose he will try to text you updates whenever he can to ease your worrying (it doesn’t work but it’s the thought that counts!!)

i feel like it’d be so super important to him that you and aunt may are besties!!🤍 if he comes home and you and may are laughing in the kitchen his life is complete.

physical touch is 100% his love language. he loves to just be held after a sucky day.

he is constantly worried about your safety because of your connection to him. if you are anywhere near a fight then he can’t focus on anything else until you’re out of harms way.

cinnamon roll to the max🤍

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Hiiiiiiii!!! I've never actually spoken to you before, but I love your page? Blog? My apologies. I'm still kinda new to this whole thing.😭 But I wanted to ask which Spiderman is your favorite since I saw his name and got excited 🙆 my bad. I love Andrew Garfield and wanted to see who your favorite was, but if you already wrote it somewhere and don't care to answer. That's my bad. I'm sorryyyy🙆🙆

hey hun!!🤍 i’m new to writing on tumblr as well so dw at all, the other day i spent thirty minutes trying to find out how to reply to a comment😭😭

but my favorite spider-man is andrew garfield, however i’m totally down for writing tom hollands too cause his peter is such a cutie!🎀

i’m so happy you like my works and feel free to request anyone on the list within my boundaries!!!🤍 xoxo

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omg i LOVE your posts so much especially the whipped mattheo riddle headcanons ahh you're an amazing writer <3

STOP your so sweet i love you😓<3 thank you so much hun, people like you give me motivation to write💞🤍