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currently watching... drive (2011) ✧ listening to... american cars by noah kahan
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-> dove’s sleepover event: open!
currently working on...
✧ mermaid!reader // cameron cassmore
✧ unlikely partners // holland march
✧ eternal sunshine: part ii // ryland grace
recent works...
✧ do it (for the band) // (cameron cassmore) 18+
✧ so easy to fall // tsats chapter ii (rhett abbott)
✧ qué será, será // es chapter i (ryland grace)
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welcome, dovelings! you have been formally invited to doveypearls’ 2k sleepover event!
i recently hit 2k followers (which is absolutely crazy) and i want to do something fun to thank you all, so... for the month of june, you are welcome to celebrate this milestone with me by participating in some ask games and a writing challenge! all posts for the event will be tagged as #dove's 2k sleepover. put on your comfiest set of pajamas, bring your favorite snack, and let’s party!
on the itinerary, we have…
— writing challenge ✒️
let’s turn the tables, shall we? this time, you get to write a fic for me! you’ll have until the last day of june (6/30) to submit. at the conclusion of the event, i will tag you and share your fic in a masterlist! (more details here.)
— book club 📖
recommend an author and/or a fic you love, tell me why you love them/it, and we’ll boost your recommendations to the right crowd. the more, the merrier!
— yap session 💬
get to know me! ask anything you want to know about me or my fics, command me to post lines from my WIPs, seek my thoughts on ships or headcanons — the possibilities are endless. you can ask off the top of your head or choose from a list of questions. (click here or here or here!)
— fuck marry kill 💍
send me three characters and i will make a poll for us to play FMK. (and i, of course, will weigh in with my thoughts.)
— dance break 💃
send me a song of your choice and/or a few lyrics + a character and i will write a drabble around it. (aka: a good ol’ fashioned song fic.) if we receive enough songs, i’ll even make us a playlist!
— spin the bottle 🍾
send me a character and 2 to 5 letters from the classic nsfw alphabet; i'll offer my headcanons!
now that the itinerary is out of the way, here’s the guest list of characters i will write/receive asks for (featuring faces both new and old):
- ryan gosling characters: ryland grace, lars lindstrom, holland march, the driver, court gentry / sierra six, ken, officer k
- lewis pullman characters: rhett abbott, cameron cassmore, bob floyd, calvin evans, todd stevens, owen taylor, bob reynolds / the sentry / the void
- oscar isaac characters: poe dameron, victor frankenstein, miguel o'hara / spider-man 2099, llewyn davis, moon knight system (marc, jake, steven), joshua martín
- pedro pascal characters: reed richards / mr. fantastic, marcus acacius, joel miller, din djarin / the mandalorian, harry castillo
- dcu characters: rick flag jr., michael holt / mr. terrific, harley quinn, adrian chase / vigilante
- marvel characters: bucky barnes / the winter soldier, sam wilson / captain america, ava starr / ghost, the fantastic four (reed, sue, johnny, ben), the x-men (rogue, gambit)
- resident evil characters: leon kennedy, ada wong
thank you all so much for your love and kind words over the past few months! i hope you all join me to make this a fun, loving celebration. there's so much more i wish i could do to thank you. happy pride month my dovelings!
i hate when i get those recommendations for ‘communities’ on tumblr bcus why did i just get a post recommended to me where the op was saying how much they dislike reader insert fics. that’s literally my whole thing. LEAVE ME ALONE TUMBLR!!
I had an idea in regards to the horrible (jkjk) polls you're putting us through..... After the next one you put the three marriage winners against each other.😈
PAUSEEEEE YOU COOKED HERE ANON… i thought i was the evil one but look at you go <3 i'm so proud <3
I never thought too much about it until I saw this one edit that tore me apart (the power of fan edits)
COLTLAND TWINS MENTIONNN i am so so so fond of them. all of the rygos character crossover AUs are so fun!! pretty sure i saw fanart of colt sitting by ryland’s grave once and the pure angst of that scenario is sooo good. like wdym your brother went to space without you knowing and now you think he’s dead but also he saved your planet from extinction at the cost of being forever without your twin. i’ll blow this whole building up with me in it fr. also i DO subscribe to the idea of court gentry being their big brother too bcus THAT is yet another prime angst component right there
also please PLEASE send heartbreaking coltland edits omg i eat them up every time. my tiktok fyp goes crazy
series masterlist // ex-husband!ryland grace x astronaut!reader
series summary: after an unusually long coma, you wake aboard the hail mary with little memory of your life on earth. as you, grace, and rocky race to save your planets from extinction, your memories (and your feelings for ryland) begin to unravel.
M = mature (18+) | S = suggestive | F = fluff | A = angst | R = romantic | P = platonic
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chapter index:
prologue: come hell or heaven, i won't move [A] - ryland grace wakes to find that only one of his crew mates has survived. the problem? they're still in a coma. (1.1k)
chapter one: qué será, será [AR] - rude awakenings and group bedtimes become the new normal. in the past, you reunite with your ex. (12.1k)
COMING SOON... chapter two: i forgive it all (as it comes back to me) [AR] - a new discovery leaves you on uncertain ground with ryland. in the past, decisions are made — for better or worse. (0.0k)
COMING SOON... chapter three: godlight (or; i'm not the way i was) [X] - tba. (0.0k)
COMING SOON... epilogue: all that i am, all that i ever was [X] - tba. (0.0k)
ok so my current goal is to finish the next chapter of eternal sunshine by next week. and if not. you guys have permission to blow me up with your minds
What genre is easiest or most enjoyable for you to write? Which is the hardest?
Also, I’m very excited for your upcoming Lars fic! Anything with him and I eat that shit uppp
I hope you are doing well <3
hiiii anon i hope you’re also doing very very well!!!
idk that any genre is necessarily easy for me to write BUT i am instantly locked in to science fiction and gothic romance. (this is probably a little obvious given that my only two series on this site are about Guys In Space and Vampire/Werewolf Romance but i digress.) i am also a southerner through and through so cowboy/western AUs are my very beloved, very specific niche!!
hm. i would really love to write horror (especially because i don't see a lot of it in the fanfic space) but i feel like i can never make it unsettling enough?? it’s one thing to have a fic with scary elements (monsters, ghosts, serial killers, etc) but to write it convincingly is difficult. unfortunately i get too excited about dialogue most of the time so that’s probably why :( i struggle with describing settings so much it’s INSANE and i fear that’s essential to horror!! my one true weakness </3
i’m very excited (and nervous) about my lars fic too!! i always get scared when my fics get too personal, and yet.. here i am... posting anyway. therapists hate me!!!!!
summary: bob's room is your safe space.
word count: 0.6k
tags: gn!reader; light hurt/comfort; mutual pining.
a/n: random dove fact: i was a big time conan gray fan back in the day so this was fun lol!! conan pls make youtube videos again soon.
this is part of my 2k celebration! read the rules here <3
The sight of Bob’s ceiling has become a familiar one.
On most days, you tend to be out with the rest of the Thunderbolts, doing press or pointless missions or cleaning Valentina’s car because “you do it the best” (her words, not yours). Like everyone else, you didn’t sign up for the superhero life, nor do you think you’re particularly noble. The jobs you carry out are typically menial ones. Busy work. Unfulfilling fluff. More often than not, it’s enough to frustrate you to tears.
At the end of the day, though, you can always return to headquarters knowing there’s a safe place to land.
You swing open Bob’s door and flop onto his bed like you own the place. In a way, you have claimed a sense of ownership over his space; you spend more time in his room than yours nowadays.
His shower is clearly occupied. The vent is buzzing, and faint music plays somewhere from within — off of his phone, most likely. You wait patiently, making up constellations from the specks on Bob’s ceiling until he eventually appears in his usual loungewear.
“Oh. Hey,” he greets. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Your only response is a tired grunt. Bob huffs out a laugh, and he approaches to sit on the edge of his own bed. His hair is dripping wet as he takes a seat beside you, thumbing at his phone to turn his music off. With a frown, you poke his back, causing him to jolt.
“Keep it on,” you mumble, your face smushed against his pillow.
Bob lifts his brows, vaguely amused, and nods. He turns his music back on, letting it shuffle through his playlist as he leans back against his headboard. He already knows your day must have been rough, given the way you sink into his sheets like they’re the last thing you’ll ever touch.
“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, resting a hand on the back of your shoulder. It’s tender. Unwavering. He’s getting better at leaning on others, and in turn, letting others lean on him. Affection used to feel strange, but not so much anymore. It’s easier these days.
You shake your head, lulled away by the music and the weight of his hand on your shoulder. “Not right now. Later, maybe.” A heavy, content sigh drifts out of your mouth. “Thanks.”
Bob nods, giving your shoulder a light pat. “Yeah. Anytime.”
He lets you rest for a few minutes, paying no mind to his damp hair even as it drips water down his shoulders. He only gets more comfortable in lieu of your current mood; Bob shuffles around to lean against the headboard, and his hand drifts up the back of your neck to massage your scalp.
You’re half asleep and fading fast, but the music continues at low volume, feeling oddly poignant as you catch a few words:
I’m too shy to tell you the words on my mind / I hope you can see if you read through these lines
When you manage to peek your eyes open, you look up to find that Bob is already staring down at you. He smiles shyly, a look you’ve seen so many times yet never read into. That familiar feeling in your chest rises up as it always does around Bob — the warmth that you’ve always associated with simple comfort suddenly feels heavier than usual. It hits you all at once, leaving you tongue-tied but far too exhausted to address the truth just yet. Instead, you close your eyes again, shifting closer to him until your head butts against his thigh.
You might be too shy to say what’s on your mind, but when his hand remains on the back of your head, the truth doesn’t feel so intimidating.
You know that I love you / Is it dumb believing you might love me too?
