emilie🤭

• I write sometimes•LOVE YOU💗🤭•

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¤¸•¸•¸> About Me / Boundaries/ Things I Will/Won't Write/ Who I Write For <¸•¸•¸¤

¤¸•¸•¸> About Me <¸•¸•¸¤

¤¸•¸•¸> Hello! My name is Emilie/Em and I will be your author on here!

¤¸•¸•¸> About me: I use She/Her Pronouns, I love Music, Dave Mustaine😍🤞, art, and shows. I play piano and guitar, and I love jokes

¤¸•¸•¸> Boundaries <¸•¸•¸¤

-NO FLIRTING WITH ME UNLESS WE ARE MUTUALS OR YOU'RE JOKING

-DO NOT BE WEIRD

-DONT REQUEST UNLESS YOU'VE READ MY RULES

¤¸•¸•¸> Things I Will/Won't Write <¸•¸•¸¤

BTW BE DETAILED IN YOUR REQUEST.

Things I WILL write

-The Basics

-Sibling fic (NOT ROMANTIC

-smut

-makeouts

-Age Gap

Things I WON'T write

-Incest

-Rape

-Kidnapping

-Racism

-Abuse

¤¸•¸•¸> Who I Write For &lt;¸•¸•¸¤

-Pretty much anybody from the 80’s (Metallica,Megadeth,Guns N’ Roses,Bon Jovi,Van Halen,etc.)

-Just ask and I’ll look into it!

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can you do a dean portman x reader where dean lays on the reader's stomach while they play with his hair?

Hi bestie, I sure can (THIS IS MY FIRST SO ITS BAD)

Pronouns used: She/Her Warnings: literally one bad word Summary: You comfort your boyfriend after noticing he's upset Word count: 432

"Soft Spot" Dean Portman x reader

The snow slowly and elegantly fluttered down onto the ground and windowsill of a quiet and small home that lit the rooms brightly with many candles that had a slight nostalgic smell that y/n found quite comforting. If you entered the dining room, you’d smell a strong scent of apples and cinnamon flowing from the kitchen. Y/n was baking an apple pie for her beloved boyfriend, Dean Portman, simply because she had the ingredients and it was his favorite. Christmas music blared through the radio because it was that time of the year. y/n was putting the top of the crust on the pie when she heard the door open and didn’t think much of it as she simply thought it was her parents coming back from a fancy dinner party they attended. Much to her dismay, it was her loving boyfriend covered in snow. She quickly put the pie in the oven and rushed to her boyfriend to hug him since it had been a few days since they’d seen each other. She helped him remove his team beanie from his head and his jacket. She looked up to give her boyfriend a quick peck on the lips only to find an upset look settled upon his face. Her brows furrowed, and her smile dropped at the sight of this. “Dean? What’s wrong?” She said while reaching her hand up to cup his face to comfort him. He shook his head and mumbled a quiet “Nothing.” but he knew he couldn’t get away with his bullshit lie. Y/n moved her hand from his face to his hand and started dragging him to the familiar room with posters of her favorite movies and bands. As they stood there in silence, y/n walked over and laid down on her bed and waved Dean over to come to lie down. He walked over quietly and slowly started to lie down before y/n stopped him. She sat up to where her back was on her headboard at an angle as she pulled Dean down again to lie down this time. Dean lay slightly below her chest and laid his head down on her stomach as he sighed with contentment. She slowly moved her hand up from her side to the top of his head. She slowly moved her fingers into the locks of his short and thick hair and repeated that motion til she heard her boyfriend's breathing slowly turn into a sleepy-type state. As she watched him sleep so soundly she whispered “I love that you have this soft spot only I can see.”