#gn friendly!!!

[sobasicallyimpoppee]

Imagine them wearing this shirt 🫶🏾

[fr-ogii]

he was sunshine i was midnight rain

luke castellan

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

isb: midnight rain by taylor swift

!! reader is very critical of themself !!

he didn’t deserve it. the kindest, loveliest boy you knew. he didn’t deserve you. you were the opposite of all of his good qualities. it wasn’t your fault, right? you blamed your mother for that one. you didn’t know who she was yet, but you knew it was somehow her fault. you couldn’t help your selfishness. you couldn’t help the broken promises and whispered lies you often shared with other campers. you couldn’t help the ambition that made you push all others aside to meet your goal.

and somehow, despite it all, luke was yours. he loved you more than anything else, or so he claimed.

“hey,” he slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, “what’s my [girl/boy/etc] up to?”

despite all the negative self talk that took up your inner dialogue, you couldn’t help but let a smile break across your face at the sight of your love.

the two of you were never meant to be. wrong person, wrong time. he wanted a comfortable life; he wanted you to be his. but you never could. you weren’t one to sit quietly and be kind in the way he deserved. no matter how much you tried…

he was golden and you were broken, a sad excuse of a demigod. that’s what you kept telling yourself.

you were never meant to be.

[ghxstmxchine]

hobie would be so good with an autistic partner, especially one that gets overwhelmed in loud spaces :((

he's a musician after all, he probably has ear plugs tucked away somewhere in his pockets. but being around you has made it so that he makes sure he has them more often, especially at any of his shows if you come along

speaking of shows he's such a sweetie and def loves playing at places where there's spots he knows you can get some space in, making sure you won't get overwhelmed in the pit. and he's always glancing over at you, smiling a bit harder when he sees you actually enjoying yourself

this is kinda self indulgent (i get super touchy when overwhelmed to cope) but hobie is so unbothered when you play with his hands, toy with his spiked bracelets or even nervously run your hands over his vest. he doesn't care about having to stick his hand out while talking to someone just so you can hold it :( he understands and would never be bothered. it keeps him calm knowing your sticking close to him.

and there's something intimate about how he talks to you, voice low and soft as he leans in to ask if you're okay, playing it subtle so you don't feel embarrassed. his hand ghosts against your elbow, motioning you close as he lets you stick by his side all night.

he doesn't mind, not when it's for you

[stareyed-knight]

Susie if a curling iron worked on her hair

[frickingnerd]

a fine line between love and hate

pairing: revali x gn!reader

summary: you train with your rival, revali!

“ha, what did you think about that~?”

revali had his bow aimed at you, just barely missing you. for the last couple hours, the two of you had been training together, each trying to one-up the other and show off. and finally, he managed to almost land a hit on you!

“aw, you care about my opinion? that's cute!”

you chuckled and grabbed one of the arrows laying on the ground near you, before using your bow to fire it right back towards revali. the arrow brushed against his arm, as your comment had distracted revali for just a moment too long.

“tsk, as if i'd care!” he hissed and grabbed another arrow from his quiver, pointing towards you. “i'll show you just how much better i am than you~!”

his arrow flew through the air, but you saw it coming miles ahead, ducking away with ease, before grinning at revali, who grew more and more frustrated by the minute.

“bring it on, birdbrain~!”

[moment0moriss]

Siren BF x Human Reader Headcanons

TW: Mentions of Mind Control

Not Proof Read, Short

!!THIS POST IS WRITTEN BY SOMEONE WHO IS ASEXUAL AND DOES NOT FEATURE SMUT, HINTS OF SMUT, OR HINTS OF SEXUAL ATTRACTION!!

-You adore his voice. It’s so calming to listen to him talk. You’ve almost fallen asleep multiple times while cuddling because of it.

-He absolutely uses this to his advantage when you’re refusing to go to bed.

-“Come to bed love. It will feel so empty with out you here”

-Does he have the ability to control people with his voice?

-Yes.

-Does he use it on you?

-Well, he tells you he doesn’t but he gets what he wants way too often to be a coincidence. (You’re right it’s because you’re weak to your boyfriend).

-When you first started dating it felt weird when you both cuddled because his skin had no texture besides the odd scale or two on his legs.

-You both go on dates to the beach a ton. They are mostly spent sitting in the ocean with his long tail holding you close.

-He originally spent the weekdays in the oceans and came out to spend the weekends with you, but as the relationship grew more serious he started coming up more often.

-He still mostly leaves you to your own devices when he isn’t there. You both know where to go if either of you need help and neither of you need to be around each other all the time to be happy.

-One time early in the relationship you told him you were missing him while he was away because you had no way to really contact him.

-He joked about it originally which you went along with to hide the fact that it hurt that he basically laughed at your feelings.

-The next day he came over and gave you an enchanted conch shell necklace.

-If you hold it to your heart he’ll know you miss him and he will come up to see you.

-You were so happy you didn’t notice the rare soft smile he had on his face.

[kindahoping4forever]

Ashton with fans in Florida

[h0w4m1h3r3]

HI HI

i was wondering if you could do a Horror sans x reader but the reader isn't scared of Horrors appearance or intentions and find him really cute and sweet! also i hope your having a good day/night! :)

Ok no 1 I'm so fucking sorry for ghosting you guys-

No 2 after I post this I'm following you bc (post production Zero here, already did) ur literally me what like can we be friends I dig your vibe

CW/TW: mention of panic attacks and migraines

Notes/Tags: Fluff, Horrortale sans x reader, sans x reader, horror x reader, implied hurt/comfort (is that even a thing?), Demi friendly, trans friendly, genderqueer friendly

MC notes: Has eyes, has skin, sweet, kind fearless and brave ngl, gender neutral

When he stared you stared back.

When he made dark, threatening jokes you laughed.

You complemented him.

You gave him food.

You spent time with Papyrus, Aliza and Toriel.

You were too perfect.

You wanted something.

You had and end game.

What was it?

Something was wrong with you.

The way you smiled.

It made his chest tighten.

He wanted to look away, but he couldn't.

Why?

Why would you waste food and time on him?

Why...

Was your skin always so pretty?

When did this start?

Since when could you bat your eyes and make him come to you like a dog?

Since when did he not mind being a dog?

And how come you never took advantage of that?

You're are too perfect... for him...

He's so glad

So glad that you

You weren't scared away

So glad that you persevered

So glad that he could hold you in his arms

And he could go to you with a migraine

Or a panic attack

And you welcomed him in.

[kashmirichaiwithmehr]

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[freak-accident419]

me when i read fics where reader is wearing a binder or has already had top surgery: 😍😍

(Which is like rarely to never, i don’t remember the last time i read something with that)

[fr-ogii]

mundanities

luke castellan

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

the two of you sat on a bench somewhere near the edge of camp. you had a book open in your hands and one of your legs was across his lap. letting it rest there gently, you were content with feeling his warm skin on yours.

“are you sure you’re reading that? i don’t think i’ve seen you turn in the page in a bit.”

luke was right, you’ve been rereading the same page for the past ten minutes. it was really hard to concentrate so close to him. it was pathetic, really. just how much you struggled to be around an attractive guy.

“i’m just a slow reader.” it was a foolish lie and both of you knew it, you were one of the fastest readers at camp (mostly because so few campers even bothered trying to read a book; their dyslexia overpowering any desire they had). you tried again, “and… it’s just not a very interesting book. hard to get sucked into it, you know?”

“what’s it about?”

gods! that’s probably the worst question he could’ve asked you. you truly had no idea what book was in your hands.

“just something stupid about a fairytale or something. you wouldn't like it.”

“you sure?” he let out a soft chuckle. “maybe my dyslexia’s acting up, but i’m pretty sure the title is ‘frankenstein.’ doesn’t seem like much of a fairytale.”

accepting defeat, you closed the cover -- not even bothering to mark the page -- and pulled your leg out of his lap.

“okay fine. you caught me. now what?”

[sunflowerharrington]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

notes: just some little thoughts (some are nsfw, minors dni) i have in my precious little angelic mind sometimes. for @myobmaya argyle’s girliepops, ily babes 🖤 fuck the duffers for not giving this fine ass mf a surname

this is my first time writing for argyle, PLEASE be nice!

taglist: @myobmaya @creneal (sorry i tagged the wrong person the first time) @thisishellfire @hellfirehaley @taecube @steveslittlesunflower @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @wzrlds @eddies-bat @quickiesgirl @fxllfaiiry @liviawritesthings @corrodedhawkins @eddiebillysteve dm comment or ask to be added or removed for all future updates on my fics 🖤

this is argyle we’re talking about here:

argyle who ends up with his cock buried so deep inside you, telling you he loves you each time his heart beats, each time he hears you moan his name.

argyle who gets so fucking hard when he sees you wearing his shirts or smoking a blunt, or both at the same time.

argyle who plays it cool with you all day, but internally he just wants to rip your clothes off and fuck you in the back of his van.

argyle who names a pizza after you, who picks mushrooms up out of the ground to give to you like a bouquet of flowers.

argyle who turns to putty every single time you look at him. argyle who loves to be dominated by you but also likes to take charge of his own sometimes.

argyle who steals jonathan’s camera to take pictures of you in your fucked out state to print and put in his wallet or on the dashboard of his van.

argyle who is the pussy eating king (if you disagree you’re wrong).

argyle who peppers your face with sloppy kisses that you adore as he fingers you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

argyle who feels blessed the first time he lay his eyes on you, making up a metaphor for your name or how you look; like the sunshine on a rainy day.

he doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

argyle who is your best boy, your favorite person on the planet. the guy who gives the best cuddles and is so easy to talk to.

argyle who loves chatting with you about anything and everything after sex.

argyle who absolutely loves having his arms around your waist. who loves cuddling and kissing you in public to show everyone that you’re his.

argyle who WILL propose to you with a chicken nugget 🥺

argyle who wants to name your children mary jane and sativa 😭🖤

argyle who is your everything.

[enigmatic-mystery-777]

This is admittedly late for the season but...it's cute so...here you go!

It IS A Christmas Movie

It's the holidays and SG1 has some vacation time to use up, as do you. It's movie night with the gang and it's your turn this year to choose a holiday movie. Cam immediately challenges your choice, you defend it.

Tag list: @geekygumiho @stargaterevival @mrssci-fi-nerd-sg-1 @cuillere

(if you want on for any and all future SG1 one-shots/fics please let me know!)

[writers-requiem]

Hey y'all. So even though the last one isn't as popular as say my Rocket Raccoon fanfic, I'm doing another one for the Wolfman anyway, because I want to. And you can't stop me. So without further ado, enjoy another romantic fanfic about Lawrence Talbot himself.

A Moonlit Dance With The Beast (Lawrence Talbot, AKA the Wolfman x Reader)

Genres: Romance, Fluff, Fanfic

Pairing: Lawrence Talbot (Wolfman 2010) x GN! Reader

Fandom: The Wolfman 2010

Warning(s): Mentions murder, French Kissing with tongue and allusion of sex

Word Count: 620

You were sitting atop a hill with a lovely view of London and the night sky. You saw the full moon and thought nothing of it. Even if the Wolfman came for you, you knew that you were always safe. Not because of some savior, but because he liked you. Even if he couldn't outright tell you.

The rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs followed by wolfish growling alerted you to his presence. You turned around slowly and greeted him with open arms. His clothes were tattered and torn up, but no blood. Looks like he listened and kept that promise. You had made the beast swear he wouldn't kill people anymore and it looks like he complied with your request. Every time Lawrence transformed his first instinct after the transformation was to make sure you were okay. And if he saw someone as a threat to your safety, he killed them. He still doesn't have complete control over his wolfish counterpart, but he can prevent himself from killing people so he's making progress.

He walks closer to you and once he's close enough to where he needs to look down to look you in the eye, he stops. You cup his cheek in your hand, feeling the fur that covers it and admiring how soft and fluffy it was. He leaned in and you followed suit, sharing a kiss. A soft, sweet, tender kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck as he supports you. He then places his palm on the back of your hand and holds it, guiding it away. He holds it out and slowly begins to turn as you faintly hear grass and leaves rustling below you. You both kept on kissing each other while he awkwardly attempted to slow dance with you and his canine feet. You try to guide his feet with yours, teaching the wolf how to dance. He slowly got adjusted to the rhythm of your footsteps with his own and gently guided his other hand to hold you by the waist.

The both of you kept slow dancing, the moonlit hill being your stage and your audience the stars above. Neither of you caring if someone disapproves of your love. If you could help Lawrence gain control of his lycanthropy, then you would help him no matter what. The two of you continued to slowly dance and kiss, sharing your mutual affection for each other as he sniffs you and you yourself take in his scent. It's dewy and reminiscent of the forest with a very human scent to it too, probably from the city nearby.

If he could, he would absolutely say "I love you." Regardless, he traced from your hand to your shoulder with kisses. Once he kissed your shoulder he looks at you as you both smile at each other, and then you really start to kiss. I mean, full on French Kissing.

He pins you to the floor and goes to work, pressing his lips to yours and making your tongue wrestle with his. If he could he would've ripped your clothes off and bred you then and there, but he held himself back. He just kissed you and allowed his hands to venture all over you without restraint. After a little while however, he broke the contact between your lips to let out a howl to the moon herself. A howl that was clearly intended to say "I'm the luckiest wolfman alive!" Once he finished his howling he went right back to kissing you, and putting your tongue to work. Afterwards you both fell right asleep on the hilltop, where only you could know just how happy you were, with your big bad wolf.

Thanks for reading this! This was probably shorter but definitely a lot steamier than the last one. Hope you enjoyed it!

[moment0moriss]

Dragon GF x Human Reader Headcanons

TW: None

Not Proof Read, Short

!!THIS POST IS WRITTEN BY SOMEONE WHO IS ASEXUAL AND DOES NOT FEATURE SMUT, HINTS OF SMUT, OR HINTS OF SEXUAL ATTRACTION!!

-You are her greatest treasure, the most precious jewel in her horde.

-She enjoys calling you the star of her collection.

-You get exclusive privileges to see everything she has in her horde of jewelry.

-There is so much and she loves every piece and will go into great details about the styles and historical significances of each one. You love listening to her talk about it.

-You’re the one who convinced her to pursue her dreams of creating jewelry.

-No need for a fireplace when your girlfriend is a walking, talking heater. (Affectionate)

-She has a pet bearded dragon named Pyro that she calls “our son”

-You like to give him extra snacks even if she insists you’re spoiling him. (you are)

-Has she accidentally set the house on fire before?

-Yes. She was allergic to something and couldn’t stop sneezing. She bought you a new house after to make up for it.

-Sometimes it’s difficult to find a comfortable cuddling position because of her giant wings but y’all make it work.

[sugarsaints]

❛midsummer❜ ⋮ marauders ✧

summary: reader always spends the summer break in godric’s hollow, with their very best friends.

cw: no romantic relationships depicted. sfw. gn!reader. poc!reader-friendly.

author's note: drabble?? not proofread <3

the sun sits heavy in the sky, and leaves red-hot kisses on everyones skin. her fickle affection however, is yet to dampen the mood of the day. a day, like the many you have cherished over the years. the potter manor was alive. it always was this time of the year. never quiet, filled always with muffled laughter and sticky footsteps. you’re grateful that euphemia and fleamont are so generous, as to open their hearts and home to you all. if not for them, you would not have these memories, the fruitful gifts of summer break.

in the west the heat is palpable, it sticks to your skin: slick and heavy. but when you cannot beat the heat, you bask in it. so there you were, hiding behind ‘mia’s coveted rose bushes. cheeks red, and breath shallow with vigour. none of you knew what you were playing anymore. rules were never really considered, so what initially started off as hide and seek, became something else entirely. something akin to tag, or sardines? no one knew, nor cared. it was fun, and that’s all that mattered to everyone except james, who was set on winning a nonexistent game with no rules. somewhere, someone had left a cassette tape playing. cicadas chirped. leaves rustled. yet, it wasn’t enough to mask the heavy footsteps of whoever was making their way to you.

“move your arse over, y/n.” sirius jeered, smiling at you cheekily.

“shut up you twat!” you whispered, backhanding his chest.

he did nothing, smirking lazily. his hair shone in the few rays of sunshine that filtered through the trees. covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

you turned to peek through the rose bush, and your eyes were met with an empty yard. it was too quiet—but knowing james was it, made you realise he was going all in. he’d call it something stupid, like ‘super steath mode’. he was probably behind you, and with that thought, you voiced your plans.

“lets move,” you spoke lowly, “maybe we can find remy.”

sirius nodded, a glint in his eye. you pointed to another shrub, but it was quite far from you. he shrugged, and the two of you started moving. you didn’t make it far. a large body tackling you to the ground.

“james, i found them!”

you gasped, “remus, you traitor!” struggling under his weight. “you’re smothering me!”

sirius, for some god forsaken reason, decided to create a dog pile, jumping on top of remus. the weight doubled and you groaned. shoving them slightly off you, the three of you ended up tangled with each other.

“good job remy! i knew this would be a worthy alliance.” james spoke grandly. he stood tall, hands on his hips. much like the rest of you, he was flushed and sweaty. curls sticking to his forehead and the nape of his neck. smile wide as ever.

he too, joined you all on the grass, laying down haphazardly in between the tangled mess of limbs.

“alliance?” you huffed, “i can’t believe you remus, we risked ourselves to find you.” grumbling under your breath.

remus turned on his side, smirking slightly. “he made me an offer i couldn’t refuse. i am, after all, a worthy businessman.” he sounded silly, clearly taking the piss.

you flicked his face. he reached into his pockets, which you now saw were full of candy. he passed them around, and the four of you ate in silence. bodies slack.

euphemia entered the yard some time later, holding a tray of lemonades. a small elf toddling after her, dressed in a small frock and sandals. she carried a small plate of fruit.

with the platters on the small outdoor table, euphemia called for you four. when she was met with silence, she turned to the little elf, “mellie, why don’t you go back inside, i’ll look for them.”

around the corner, not far from her roses, she found you all. a tangled mess, noses burnt, and dead asleep. she smiled and stopped for a moment. her silver hair glowed under the sun. with a short wave of her wand, the sprinklers erupted.

a celebratory drabble following my return :D