moonmaarii

[moonmaarii]

arcade lights

request: no

summary: at a youth group arcade outing, you’re drawn to owen taylor, the married youth pastor. torn between faith and forbidden feelings, you struggle with guilt and temptation as he offers a chance to connect.

warnings: OWEN TAYLOR (bc that man is a warning himself), age gap, religious themes and guilt, subtle manipulation - as always, if you feel i have missed any please let me know

pairing: owen taylor x reader (gender neutral)

a/n: i also made a c.ai bot to go along with this fic as i was feeling inspired lol

word count: 1,516

the arcade buzzed with a familiar, almost nostalgic chaos. neon lights flickered above, casting a cold, buzzing glow over the worn carpet and battered machines. the scent of popcorn mixed with the faint musk of sweat and old plastic, settling heavily in the warm air. around you, the holy grace youth group moved in restless waves — laughter, teasing, the clatter of coins and clanging of metal. but you weren’t really paying attention.

your fingers traced absent patterns on the cool glass of a pinball machine, your eyes drifting over the crowd — catching snatches of conversation, bursts of laughter, but mostly drifting back to him.

owen taylor stood nearby, a quiet island in the noisy sea. his hands were tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp and steady as it swept over the group. then, as if drawn by something invisible, his eyes landed on you. a flicker of recognition — soft, tentative — passed through them.

he approached without a sound, his steps light against the carpet. you barely noticed until his voice broke through the hum around you.

“you ever played this one before?” his tone was calm, low, like the kind of voice meant to soothe.

you shook your head, surprised by the sudden attention. “not really. looks complicated.”

he smiled — slow, careful. “it’s all about rhythm. timing. kind of like… faith, in a way. you have to trust the ball will land where it’s meant to — even when you can’t see the path.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the comparison. his eyes held yours, earnest and searching.

“want me to show you?”

there was something tentative in the question, like he was weighing boundaries, unsure whether to cross them. the noise of the arcade dimmed around you, replaced by the soft clatter of the silver ball bouncing against bumpers, the distant cheers of your friends.

you nodded, heart thudding a little too fast.

owen’s hands moved deftly over the buttons, the flippers snapping with precision. the ball careened and ricocheted, flashing across the machine’s glass with bursts of light and sound. his movements were sure, practiced — but there was a gentleness in the way he showed you, as if this moment was meant to be shared, not just won. the ball finally slowed, settling into a score display that blinked in bright, forgiving numbers. owen looked up, meeting your gaze again.

“see? sometimes you have to take a chance, even when you’re not sure where you’ll land.” his words hung in the space between you, heavier than the game. around you, the youth group called for him, their voices pulling him back.

but for a moment longer, you and owen stayed there — two figures in the flickering arcade light, suspended in a quiet, electric space that neither the noise nor the rules could reach.

the distant shouts of the youth group tugged at the edges of the moment, but owen didn’t move right away. instead, he glanced toward the others — a flicker of responsibility shadowing his eyes — before turning back to you with that same careful, almost hesitant smile.

“looks like they’re ready to move on,” he said softly, voice low enough that it felt like a secret between just the two of you. “but… i’m glad you stayed.”

you swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. the weight of his gaze was heavy, and though his words were simple, they felt charged — like a whispered temptation you weren’t sure you should entertain. you glanced down for a moment, trying to steady your breathing.

“me too,” you said, but the words felt fragile, almost like a prayer you weren’t sure you were worthy to say.

for a long beat, silence hung between you. then, almost imperceptibly, owen reached out to adjust the sleeve of your jacket — his fingers brushing your arm, lingering a moment longer than necessary. a spark jolted through you, sharp and unsettling.

his touch was brief, but the warmth it left behind felt heavy — tangled up with a sudden rush of guilt that slammed into your chest. he was married. older. the youth pastor. and yet here he was, so close, so careful and yet so charged with something unspoken.

owen’s voice broke the silence again, quieter now, threaded with something fragile.

“i’m not supposed to say things like this,” he murmured, eyes locking with yours. “not with you. not with anyone in the group. but sometimes, it’s… hard to keep everything inside. the expectations. the roles. the line i’m supposed to stay behind.”

you blinked, heart pounding against your ribs like a guilty confession. the sermons about purity and boundaries echoed in your mind, sharp and insistent. and yet, here you were, caught in this moment — caught between reverence, confusion, and something that felt dangerously like desire.

“i… i understand,” you whispered, voice trembling. “it’s like… wanting something you know you shouldn’t, but feeling like maybe you have no choice.” the words felt like a prayer for mercy, or perhaps a plea for forgiveness you weren’t sure you deserved.

owen’s smile was soft, but his eyes flickered with that same conflicted heat.

“exactly.”

the group called again, louder this time, the sound dragging owen back to his role — to the expectations that held him as tightly as they held you. he hesitated, then, as if wrestling with himself, said quietly, “i should go… but maybe after this trip, we could talk? just us?”

your throat tightened. the invitation felt like a burden and a blessing all at once — a line drawn in the sand you weren’t sure you could cross, and yet felt almost compelled to follow.

you nodded, though the words stuck in your throat.

“i’d like that.”

owen’s hand brushed yours lightly as he stepped back toward the group — a fleeting contact that left a strange warmth and an ache you couldn’t explain. as he disappeared into the noise, the guilt settled heavy in your chest. you whispered a silent prayer for guidance, for strength — for forgiveness you didn’t yet know how to ask for.

the arcade lights buzzed above, flickering softly, as if watching the fragile moment fade into the night. the laughter and clatter of the arcade seemed to grow distant, swallowed by the heavy silence pressing down on you. your fingers tingled where owen’s hand had brushed yours—a touch so light, yet it burned like fire beneath your skin. you swallowed hard, heart pounding in a rhythm that felt more like a confession than a pulse.

sin. the word echoed in your mind like a condemning bell. sin. you had been taught since childhood that feelings like this—desire, attraction—especially toward someone like owen, the youth pastor, a married man, were forbidden. unholy. a betrayal not only of your faith but of the sacred trust he held. you pressed your palm to your chest, willing your heartbeat to slow. but it wouldn’t stop racing, wouldn’t stop reminding you how deeply tangled you already were in this quiet, dangerous moment.

how could i even want this? the thought stabbed at you, sharp and relentless. he’s married. he’s supposed to be a guide, a shepherd… not someone who confuses me this way.

the weight of scripture, of sermons preached about purity, chastity, and loyalty crashed over you. “flee from temptation,” your pastor’s voice echoed in your memory. “keep your heart pure.” yet here you were, heart pounding, mind racing, caught in the tension between sacred vows and forbidden feelings.

you closed your eyes, fighting back a flood of shame. you wanted to pray, to ask for forgiveness. but the words felt hollow, tangled in your throat with fear and confusion.

what am i becoming?

the group’s noisy chatter pulled you back to reality. owen was already halfway across the room, returning to his role, his responsibilities. but the distance between you felt heavier now—charged with unsaid things, with boundaries crossed even in silence. you felt torn—part of you aching to follow up on his invitation, to talk, to unravel whatever it was between you two. another part of you shrank back, trembling beneath the weight of guilt and fear.

as the group began moving toward the exit, you hesitated, your steps slow. your mind raced through prayers, confessions, and warnings — but none could quiet the storm inside.

maybe it’s just a moment, you told yourself. a lapse. a test. a temptation to be overcome.

but deep down, you knew it wasn’t that simple.

---

later that night, lying awake in your room, the silence felt heavier than before. the arcade’s neon glow replayed behind your closed eyelids, and owen’s voice echoed softly in your mind. “sometimes, it’s hard to keep everything inside.” those words twisted like a knife, reminding you of the walls you’d been trying so hard to build—and how they were crumbling.

your fingers traced the sheets beneath you, trembling. you wanted to be good. to be faithful—to god, to yourself. but the tangled knot of longing, guilt, and confusion made your chest ache.

you whispered a shaky prayer, hoping for strength, for clarity.

“please… help me, god.”

credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

[moonmaarii]

Could you do one where reader is the best friend of Clarke  who was apodt by her parents when hers died when she was 5 so there more like sisters reader was also in prisoned for helping Clarke and her father when they land on earth Reader stays close to Clarke for awhile till she slowly become friends with john  Murphy surpisibg every one cause no one trust him she the only one he's nicest to even protecting her they end up dateing in secret for awhile sneaky off and stuff together eventually Clarke and everyone finds out Clarke's not happy but dost stop us but threaten John as the series go they fall deeper in love they choose to stay on earth with Clarke and others and end up basically married

something we shouldn't be

request: yes - thank you so much for being my first req! i had a lot of fun creating this, so let me know what you think <3

summary: angsty romance - after being adopted by the griffins, you and clarke grew up like siblings. but on the ground, everything changes—especially when you start falling for john murphy, the last person anyone trusts. secrets don’t stay buried forever.

warnings: none really - i mean murder is mentioned but literally just the word, angsty/moody, very brief description of violence (not towards reader) - if you think i have missed any, please let me know

pairing: john murphy x reader (gender neutral)

word count: 1,716

the sound of the drop ship landing still rings in your ears long after the ground stops shaking. you’re lying on your back, strapped into a harness that did nothing to stop your head from slamming against the cold metal wall during descent. there’s blood in your mouth, your fingers are trembling, and all you can think is:

we’re not dead.

a blur of motion snaps you out of it. clarke. she’s on her feet before most of the others, yanking at her restraints and checking on the girl next to her like this is just another exam in med class. you watch her work, grounded by the familiarity in her face—her focus, the slight crease between her brows when she’s worried, the way she checks your pulse twice, even though you’re already sitting up.

she was always like this. back on the ark, she was your anchor. your sister in every way but blood. when your parents were floated, it was clarke who found you in the corner of your quarters, curled up with your mother’s worn jacket and nothing left to lose.

she didn’t say anything then. she just sat next to you and stayed. she's still here.

“hey,” she says now, snapping her fingers in front of your face. “you with me?”

you nod.

“good. come on. we need to see where we are.”

outside, earth is everything you were never allowed to dream about. wind that smells like pine and wet dirt. trees that go on forever. a sky so open it makes your chest ache.

but beauty doesn’t make it safe.

bellamy is already stirring up trouble, and kids are pulling off their wristbands like they’re a curse. chaos brews beneath every face. most of them don’t care about survival. they care about freedom, and what they can do with it now that no one’s watching. you and clarke try to organize something—anything—but it’s like herding cats. angry, terrified, hormonal cats. that’s when you first notice murphy.

john murphy—short fuse, acid tongue, a smirk like he’s always two seconds away from starting a fight just to see how far he can push someone. you remember him from the skybox. he’d been on a different level, but you’d heard the rumors. theft. assault. some even said murder. you didn’t care enough to ask back then. now, he’s loud. picking fights. laughing too hard. he scares people, and maybe he likes that. you stay away.

however, it didn’t take long for your paths to cross - the first time you talk to him, it’s because of a misunderstanding.

a kid named miles is accusing murphy of stealing extra rations. there’s shouting, shoving. clarke is trying to mediate, but murphy’s jaw is clenched and his eyes are daring someone to hit him. you’ve seen that look before. it’s not about hunger. it’s about being cornered.

“hey,” you say sharply, stepping between them. “check his pack before you point fingers.” you said, jerking your head slightly in miles’ direction. it’s a gamble. but sure enough, miles has an extra tin stashed under his jacket.

murphy blinks. once. then twice. he says nothing, just watches you with that hard, unreadable stare.

later that night, while everyone else is celebrating the “justice” you helped deliver, you catch murphy sitting alone near the treeline, sharpening a knife with short, precise strokes.

“you didn’t have to back me up,” he says without looking at you.

“no,” you agree, “but i hate liars more than i hate you.”

he lets out a low laugh. “that supposed to be a compliment?”

“don’t push it.” you leave him there. but your curiosity doesn’t.

---

you don’t mean to keep finding yourself around him, but as the weeks pass it seems to be happening more and more often. sometimes it’s during shifts—he takes night watch more often than most. other times it's a coincidence. he never starts the conversation, but he doesn’t walk away either.

what surprises you most is how normal he can be when no one else is around. his walls are high and bristling, but you’re starting to see through the cracks. a joke here. a grunt of approval there. one night, you catch him whittling a small carving of an animal—maybe a wolf or a dog, it’s hard to tell.

“you make that?”

murphy shrugs. “something to do with my hands. keeps me from strangling people.”

you smile before you can stop yourself. he notices. and he softens. it unnerves you more than the scowl ever did.

---

clarke notices something's changed when you start laughing more—just a little. smiling at strange times. taking longer to return from watch duty. she doesn’t say anything at first, but her eyes linger on you longer than usual, narrowed with that quiet suspicion only people who’ve known you forever can pull off.

“who is it?” she finally asks one morning, cornering you at the stream while you’re washing blood off your hands from a skinned knee.

you freeze.

“what?”

“you’ve been sneaking off,” clarke says. “don’t pretend i haven’t noticed.”

you deflect and she lets it go. for now.

but the guilt starts to curl in your gut. because the truth is, you’re not dating murphy. not yet. not really. there’ve been glances. tension. a hand brushed against yours and neither of you pulled away. you’re close to something. dangerous. inevitable.

one night, he catches you watching him a little too long by the firelight.

“what?” he says.

“nothing.”

“liar.”

you smile. “takes one to know one.”

---

the first kiss happens after a mission goes sideways. grounders. blood. panic. you trip running from the clearing, lose your footing, and murphy is suddenly there, pulling you up with a firm grip and eyes wild with adrenaline.

later, bruised and breathless behind a fallen log, you look at each other for a long time.

“you good?” he asks, voice rough.

you nod.

and then you kiss him. or maybe he kisses you. you can’t really remember, but it doesn’t matter.

it’s brief. heat, fear and something fragile wrapped up in smoke and silence. when you pull back, he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you like he’s memorizing the moment in case it’s the last.

---

keeping secrets on the ground is like trying to hold water in your hands. you and murphy don’t talk about what happened that night in the woods. not directly. but something shifts. he walks a little closer when you’re in groups. his sarcasm softens around you. once, when you’re hauling supplies from a scavenged drop cache, his hand brushes yours and lingers for a heartbeat longer than it should.

the others notice.

it starts small. raven gives you a weird look after dinner one night. monty raises an eyebrow when you sit down next to murphy at the fire. but no one *says* anything. not yet.

“people are starting to talk,” you tell him one night, hidden behind the med tent. your voice is low, uncertain.

murphy’s leaning against the metal wall, arms crossed, face mostly in shadow. “let them talk.”

“you don’t care?”

he shrugs. “only care what you think.”

that makes your breath catch in a way you didn’t expect. you’re not sure when this became more than a distraction. but it has. the tension between you simmers, unspoken and constant. late nights turn into stolen kisses. whispered jokes become genuine laughter. there’s a night when you fall asleep next to him in the bunker and wake with his arm still around you—and he doesn’t pull away.

you keep telling yourself you’ll tell clarke.

eventually.

you’re coming back from the river with murphy, muddy and a little too giddy from nearly falling in. the two of you are laughing—really laughing—when clarke spots you. she’s standing just outside the gates with bellamy, arms crossed. the look on her face could freeze a wildfire.

“y/n,” she says tightly.

murphy’s laugh dies in his throat. he steps back, instinctively defensive.

clarke’s gaze shifts to him like a blade.

“i need to talk to you,” she says to you, not asking.

you glance at murphy. he nods, wordless.

she pulls you behind one of the tents. her expression doesn’t change. her voice doesn’t rise, which is worse.

“how long?”

you hesitate. “a few weeks.”

she stares. “so it’s not just... a thing.”

you don’t answer. you don’t have to. clarke closes her eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose like she’s trying to physically push back a migraine.

“you know who he is,” she says finally. “what he’s done.”

“i know who he is now,” you shoot back, gentler than you feel. “you don’t see him when it’s just us.”

“maybe not. but i see how he treats everyone else. i see the way he picks fights, the way he—” she cuts herself off, jaw tightening. “he’s not safe.”

“he’s safe with me.”

“that’s not the same thing,” clarke says quietly. “and you know it.”

you don’t say anything. what could you say? after a long silence, she sighs. the fight drains from her shoulders, but not her voice.

“i’m not going to tell you who to love. i’ve never done that. i won’t start now.” she steps closer, and suddenly she’s your clarke again—not the leader, not the medic, just your big sister with too much weight on her shoulders and no room for more heartbreak.

“but if he hurts you...” Hhr voice breaks a little. “i won’t float him. i’ll bury him.”

you smile, despite the tension in your chest. “dramatic.”

“i’m serious.”

“i know.”

clarke pulls you into a tight hug, and for a moment, you’re back on the ark, two scared kids just trying to survive. when she pulls back, she nods once.

“be careful. with him. with you.”

“i will.”

and later that night, when you find murphy sitting at the edge of camp, tossing rocks at nothing, you sit beside him and whisper, “she knows.”

he flinches. “how bad?”

“she didn’t punch you.”

“what’s new.”

you glance at him sideways. “she did threaten your life.”

he smirks. “also new.”

you bump your shoulder against his. “she’s just scared.”

“she’s not the only one,” he admits.

and for a while, you both sit in silence—side by side, facing the dark. not a secret anymore.

credit for dividers : @cafekitsune

[moonmaarii]

crash landing

request: no

summary: romance/hurt comfort - after a practice mission and emergency ejection, bob finds comfort and clarity in the arms of the one person who’s always been his safe place—leading to a quiet confession that changes everything.

warnings: blink and you miss it description of injury & mentions of being in hopsital

pairing: bob x reader (gender neutral)

word count: 1,082

the sharp scent of antiseptic hit you before you even reached his room.

everything about military hospitals was cold—overly white walls, pale blue curtains that barely shielded anything, that low, sterile hum of fluorescent lighting. but none of that mattered the moment you caught sight of him, propped up in the hospital bed like he was still bracing for impact.

bob looked better than you’d feared—but that wasn’t saying much.

his glasses sat slightly crooked on the bridge of his nose, one of the lenses still smudged from the ejector seat’s canopy blast. a thin cut arced above his right brow, stitched neatly, but still angry red. His right arm was in a sling. and the way he blinked up at you when you stepped through the doorway—like he wasn’t sure if you were real—hit you square in the chest.

“hey, stranger,” you said gently.

bob exhaled a shaky breath that might’ve been a laugh if he weren’t so visibly exhausted. “you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

you smiled despite yourself, stepping closer, heart clenching at the way he shifted upright with a wince just to greet you properly.

“i heard the crash over comms,” you said. “i thought—God, i thought—”

your voice caught. you dropped it. you didn’t want the first thing he heard from you to be your panic. he’d had enough of that today.

bob looked at you with soft, stormy eyes, the kind that always held more than he said. “we hit the birds just after the split S maneuver. phoenix had control for about five seconds after the left engine flamed out. then we lost hydraulics. she called for ejection, and—” he paused. “it was fast.”

you took the chair beside his bed, dragging it close enough that your knees brushed the frame. “they said you both pulled your chutes just in time.”

“yeah. the ground came up faster than i expected.” he tried to joke, but it landed flat. you reached out, laying a hand over his uninjured one, and felt his fingers twitch under yours before curling gently to hold on.

“i’m really glad you’re okay,” you whispered.

“i am too,” he said. “mostly because i get to see you.”

the corners of your mouth twitched. it was such a bob thing to say—quiet, sincere, a little awkward, but deeply heartfelt. you never had to guess with him. he didn’t talk much, but when he did, you listened.

you tilted your head. “did you hit your head harder than they thought, floyd?”

he gave you a sideways smile. “don’t worry. my charming personality is still intact.”

you laughed softly, brushing your thumb across the back of his hand. you could feel the tremor there—small, but present. residual adrenaline. he was holding it together well, but you knew enough about flight deck trauma to see the cracks beneath the surface.

“were you scared?” you asked quietly.

he didn’t answer right away. just stared at your joined hands for a long moment. “yeah... more than i’ve ever been. not for me, though.” he hesitated. “phoenix was flying. i didn’t want it to be her fault.”

you blinked. “it wasn’t.”

“i know,” he said. “i didn't want her to get into trouble and when you’re falling out of the sky, your brain doesn’t care what’s logical.”

you didn’t let go. “you’re here. you both are. that’s what matters.”

he nodded slowly, eyes meeting yours again. there was something raw in them—vulnerability stripped down to its core. not fear, exactly. just exposure. like he’d been peeled open by the wind and fire and g-forces and was only just realizing how fragile everything was.

including his own heart.

“they wouldn’t let me see you right away,” you told him, trying to ease the air again. “apparently i don’t fall into the correct relationship category.”

bob blinked. “what category did you give them?”

“‘emotionally entangled,’” you said with a dry laugh. “didn’t fly.”

he smiled, something close to a laugh escaping him this time. “sounds like we need to file a status update.”

you raised an eyebrow. “that so?”

“i mean…” he pushed his glasses up with the knuckle of his free hand. “only if you want to. i just—i wasn’t sure i’d ever get the chance to say it.”

your heart skipped. “say what?”

“that i care about you. a lot more than i’ve said out loud.” his voice had dropped into that soft register that made you lean in just to hear it. “i think about you. between missions. at night. every time we fly over coronado bay. you’re there.”

you blinked hard. “bob—”

“i know. we never talked about it. it was just… always there. but i kept thinking if i pushed it, it’d mess things up. you’re my safe place. i didn’t want to lose that.”

the silence that followed wasn’t heavy—it was warm. settling. like sunlight spreading through an overcast room.

you let out a slow breath, voice low. “i thought i was the only one feeling all that.”

he looked at you like you’d just pulled the entire sky down and handed it to him.

you leaned forward, pressing your forehead gently to his, careful not to bump his stitches. “you scared the hell out of me,” you whispered.

“i know,” he whispered back. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t apologize for surviving.”

he gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment, then tilted his head just enough that your noses brushed. the proximity sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, and when his lips met yours—soft, tentative, with just enough trembling vulnerability to undo you completely—you felt the tight knot in your chest finally loosen.

the kiss was brief, but it lingered like heat long after you pulled back.

“i guess that clears up our status,” you murmured.

“i’ll log it with command,” bob said, a half-smile curving his lips.

you chuckled and reached out to adjust his glasses properly. “you’ll need these. for all the paperwork.”

the curtain rustled slightly as a nurse peeked in. “visiting hours are wrapping up. i’ll have to ask you to say goodnight soon.”

you nodded, brushing your fingers down bob’s arm one last time before standing.

“i’ll be back tomorrow,” you said.

bob gave you a look so full of quiet affection it nearly broke you all over again. “okay.”

you stepped toward the door, then hesitated, looking over your shoulder.

“by the way,” you added with a smile, “you didn’t just survive today. you landed right where you were supposed to.”

[moonmaarii]

miscellaneous masterlist!!

this is my miscellaneous masterlist - filled with random characters i get inspired to create for, but are not necessarily one of the main people i write for. i would check back here often as i will always be updating this, and, who knows, if a character here and/or other chacters from the same tv how/series get requested a lot/i enjoy making bots & stories for them then they may get their own 'official' masterlist :)

owen taylor (the starling girl)

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james flagg (every breath you take)

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alex claremont-diaz (red, white & royal blue)

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henry fox (red, white & royal blue)

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elliot lefevre (chambers)

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george villiers (mary & george)

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logan huntzberger (gilmore girls)

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luke alvez (criminal minds)

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riff lorton (west side story)

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hayes campbell (the idea of you)

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luke morrow (purple hearts)

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tony wyzek (west side story)

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tom heath (the beat beneath your feet)

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jeff (bottoms)

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[moonmaarii]

the 100 master list!!

bellamy blake

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» on watch

octavia blake

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clarke griffin

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john murphy

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» something we shouldn't be

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raven reyes

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finn collins

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jasper jordan

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monty green

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marcus kane

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lincoln

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lexa

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credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

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the vampire diaries/the originals masterlist!!

elena gilbert

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katherine pierce/katarina petrova

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jeremy gilbert

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stefan salvatore

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damon salvatore

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caroline forbes

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bonnie bennett

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tyler lockwood

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alaric saltzman

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freya mikaelson

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finn mikaelson

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elijah mikaelson

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» finally found you again

klaus mikaelson

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kol mikaelson

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rebekah mikaelson

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hayley marshall

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davina claire

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marcel gerard

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credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

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thunderbolts* masterlist!!

yelena belova

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alexei shostakov

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bucky barnes

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» his new target

ava starr

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john walker

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bob reynolds

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credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

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avengers masterlist!!

tony stark

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steve rogers

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clint barton

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natasha romanova

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thor odinson

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loki laufeyson

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bruce banner

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wanda maximoff

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pietro maximoff

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sam wilson

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joaquin torres

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peter parker

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credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

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shameless masterlist!!

fiona gallagher

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lip gallagher

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ian gallagher

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» long time, no see

» he's drinking again

debbie gallagher

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carl gallagher

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» teen pregnancy

veronica fisher

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kevin ball

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mickey milkovich

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mandy milkovich

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» new neighbour

sandy milkovich

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svetlana yevgenivna

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credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

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top gun: maverick masterlist!!

pete 'maverick' mitchell

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jake 'hangman' seresin

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»the hard deck

robert 'bob' floyd

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» crash landings

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bradley 'rooster' bradshaw

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natasha 'phoenix' trace

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reuben 'payback' fitch

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javy 'coyote' machado

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mickey 'fanboy' garcia

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group/multi

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» dogfight football

credits fro the dividers: @cafekitsune

[moonmaarii]

masterlist!!

hello everyone!!

this will be an easy way to navigate through the fandoms and characters i create for (hopefully). this will include both the c.ai bots i create and fics i write. please let me know if any links are broken and i will try to fix them as soon as possible. i hope you enjoy!

much love,

mari <3

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » top gun: maverick

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » shameless

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » avengers

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » thunderbolts*

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » the vampire diaries/originals

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » the 100

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » misc

the above lists are just what i am mainly creating for at the moment but, if you cannot see a list where a character you would like to see something for request it anyway and i will do my best to write for them!

credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

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rules/boundaries!!

hello everyone!!

as stated in the little divider above this blog will be 18+ only as there may be some dark and/or sexual content, so minors PLEASE do NOT interact with this blog.

with this in mind, i wanted to lay out my boundaries for what i will and will not write about! please try to read this post before you request anything for me to write or create. if you are unsure about anything please do not hesitate to ask and i will give you my stand point on the topic, all i ask is that you are respectful of my decision. however, if you send in something that i have clearly stated in this post that i do not write, your request will be ignored and deleted.

i will not be writing:

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » ddlg or age play

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » incest

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » pedophilia - everyone i write for and about will ALWAYS be 18+

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » racism/xenophobia

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » homophobic/transphobic/biphobic ect.

i will write:

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » stalker!character/user

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » pseudo-incest - for example step-brother!char - (nothing where anyone involved is actually related to each other)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » dbf!character (dad's best friend)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » age gap relationships (anyone involved will ALWAYS be above the age of 18)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » teacher/student dynamic (again everyone will be 18 or over)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » dacryphilia

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » somnophilia

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » perv!characters

again, i cannot stress this enough if something isn't listed above and you're curious about my thoughts, or you are not sure if what you are requesting goes against my boundaries, then feel free to ask. i will do my best to let you where i stand.

i know that not everyone is intrested in the darker/sexual content so do not worry there will also be plenty of fluff and soft content - if you do not wish to see ANY of the above mentioned contect that they will all be tagged with 'dark!mari' so feel free to block the tag and then you won't have to worry about it! :) if you want to see some of the content then please be sure to carefully read the content warnings that will go with each fic i write of this nature as i do not want to trigger anyone - viewer discrection is advised.

much love,

mari <3

credits for dividers: @cafekitsune

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fandoms i create for and how to request!!

fandoms

i am mainly writing for top gun maverick, shameless & marvel (more specifically thunderbolts*) at the moment, HOWEVER, i do write for pretty much anything, so please send in requests regardless of if it is one of the main shows/movies i am currently writing for.

to give you an idea of what i have written for, i have created c.ai bots (username is the same there as it is here & link to my page is attached on my navigation post) for the 100, marvel, shameless, top gun maverick, the vampire diaries/the originals, gilmore girls, criminal minds, the starling girl & many more. i will do my best to complete future writings and bots to the best of my ability so constructive criticism is always welcomed!

how to request

on tumblr - send in an ask including who you would like the writing to be about, the show/movie they are from, any information about the character/backstory/personality you would like me to know, the prompt/scenario/au you woukd like, and finally, anything else you would like me to know. below is an example based off a bot i have already made:

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » example: jake 'hangman' seresin from top gun maverick. hangman, who is a top gun pilot and can come across as full of himself but is confident, charming and smooth-talking, meeting user in the hard deck bar. user is a new bartender at the hard deck and hangman is a reguar customer there alongside his other top gun pilots, charming and cheeky.

on c.ai - you can fill out this google request form and just answer the questions before submitting it :)

credits for dividers: @cafekitsune

[moonmaarii]

about me!!

my name is mariana, but you can call me mari. i am 20 years old and my pronouns are she/hers.

i love everything creative hence why i enjoy creating bots and am now dabbling in fic writing, but outside of technology, i love to draw and paint. i am a homebody and love to read as well as watch films/tv (and usually hyper fixate on whatever it was that i have just watched) but i do try to get out and stay active - i have recenty started going to pilates.

i will try to be active on here as much as possible but of course life happens and that may not always be possible - please note that i am new to this side of creating so it may take me a little while to get a handle on things, but i am trying!

don't be afraid to send in requests/messages - i will do my best to get through them all. also please leave reviews/constructive criticism as i want to create the best possible work for you all, all i ask is that you are respectful with your comments :)

my current favs:

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » song(s): sorry i'm here for someone else by benson boone & as good a reason by paris paloma

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » colour: ballerina pink

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » movie: top gun maverick & thunderbolts*

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » tv show(s): below deck & shameless

boundaries, rules, fandoms i write for and my masterlist can be found back in my navigation post.

i apprecaite you all and hope you enjoy my content!

much love,

mari <3

credits for the dividers @cafekitsune

[moonmaarii]

hello everyone!

i'm mariana, but most people call me mari, you might know me from c.ai <3 (if not you can follow the link to checkout my bots!)

i've been thinking about starting a blog here for a little while now and i'm finally doing it! below you will find my about me section, which fandoms i am mostly making bots and writing for (however, please be advised i do make bots/write things for characters outside of these so feel free to request anything and i will get to it and endeavor to do my best!), how to request, rules - including what i will/will not write and my master list! :)

navigation

about me

fandoms i create for & how to request

rules/boundaries

masterlist

credit for dividers : @cafekitsune