I decided to make a nice, big post regarding everything on my blog. I figured I would stress myself out and take the time to make this for your guys ease and comfort.
Everything you could ever possibly find will be on this page, anywhere from my masterlist to my DNI list.
I want to take full advantage of this blog and use it for multipurpose reasons, the biggest percentage of it being dedicated to writing (duh).
Happy browsing and don't forget that my mailbox and ask box is always open to those with questions, taglist joiners, concerns, ideas or one who's in need of advice.
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List of Works: Blurbs, one-shots, multi-part works, and everything in between. This will most likely be updated on a regular basis, every few days, twice a week sometime around that time.
Prompt List: This is a list of different quotes and different situations/tropes that I created for you guys to pick from to hopefully make requesting things easier. All you have to do is copy and paste the quote and say with what character you want or you can just put the number next to the quote or situation.
Character List: All the people I write for, fiction and non-fiction from all types of works and genres. This will most likely be updated on a regular due to my fascination of new books, movies and television shows.
Little Bit About Me: This is just a little thing about my past with writing, my past in general, my pronouns, my relationship status. Things that if you wanna know, it's here, if not, I don't mind either.
Hello! Below you will find a list of things that I will not write, no questions asked. Please read this carefully before making requests.
Negative sexual situations- This includes rape, non-con, or anything revolving around mean/angry sexual situations, it's extremely triggering. Occasionally I will get bothered with writing smut as I am a victim of rape and sexual assault.
Anything too dark or bordering on abusive.
Threesomes- The only three-way/polyamorous relationship I write is steddie x reader.
Self harm, addiction or active eating disorders- I don’t have to explain this, it’s triggering and something that I, and a lot of people, struggle with. I don’t want to romanticize it by making an “x reader” revolving around an eating disorder, addiction or self harm. This will depend on how I'm feeling and what I'm experiencing so bare with me.
Suicidal ideation and/or vivid thoughts of suicide- I'm not in the right state of mind, ever, to write this so please do not request it. It makes me severely uncomfortable.
Anything yandere related
Cross Fandom Fics: Even with AUs, I like to stay wuthin the fandoms so this includes mashups of different fics.
Requests will close after my inbox has reached thirty requests. Even if that means requests are open for a day and a half, if it hits thirty, I will be closing them.
Do not send me a book of a request please. I like to have wiggle room to actually be creative but if you guys just send me paragraph after paragraph, it's hard to actually do anything with it, expand upon anything and it's so overwhelming.
Have your ideas ready to go when they're open and I will put out a notification telling everyone that they're back open when they are!
Please be patient with me in this realm, my life is very up and down and I try to keep up on it as best as possible.
Please go follow my new account, @beneaththebirches!! I'm going to be reposting most of my work there and continuing my writing over on that account :)
Hi guys! I hit 8700 while I was on my hiatus and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate every single one of you and I'd love to get back into writing if there's anything you guys wanna see! Let me know in the comments, messages or my inbox if there's anything specific that you want to see more from me!
My most recent poll showed that you guys want to see more Rafe Cameron and Joel Miller fics so I'd be more than happy to work on some of those and also crank out a Joel Miller WIP that I have hidden under my belt.
Let me know!! Please, I miss writing and interacting with you all so desperately :)
heyy didnt know if you were down for requests but i js though elliot or dom teaching you how to play the guitar would be rlly cute and shit 😭
(also i love ur fics sm like pls marry me)
Okay well this is literally the cutest request ever!
Also you're the cutest, I accept your proposal! Thank you so much for the love and support, I adore you- reach out any time bestie <3
"You should take a break from school, ya know, give your boyfriend some attention while he's here in your vicinity." Elliot whines from the bed, sprawling out across the comforter as he groans, rubbing his tired eyes as I look over at the clock, not expecting it to be well after midnight. Guilt suddenly swarms around me, realizing he's been sitting here for hours, waiting for me to give him attention while I completely and utterly focus on school.
"Finals are coming up soon and I am completely and utterly unprepared." I trail off, the pit in my stomach only growing as I think of my upcoming tests in three different classes, knowing that I'm totally unprepared for all of them combined.
It's been a rough year, don't judge me.
"Well who's fault is that, you decided to wait until the last minute to even start-"
"Don't finish that sentence." I point a finger at him and he laughs, his bright smile making me feel a little bit better as I swing around in my chair, looking back and forth between him and the flashcards in front of me.
"Well, if you wanna take a break and come over here, I promise to help you with your flashcards." I ponder his offer for a minute, not expecting him to offer his help, especially when he hates everything that has to do with school, especially all the science classes that I'm in.
"Really?" I bite at my lip and give him a look, a look that he can tell that I feel bad that he would have to help me but I could never decline the help, especially given how desperate I am.
"Really." He nods firmly and I pause, smiling softly at him as I pull my hair down from it's bun, itching at my scalp with a groan.
"Okay." I launch myself out of my chair, flopping onto the bed beside him as he immediately wraps me in his arms, tightly squeezing me as I let out a brief sigh of relief, not realizing how much I missed his arms around me. It feels like I've been gone a century. "Only like twenty minutes and then I have to get back to studying or else I'm seriously going to fail this exam."
"Sounds good." He sighs, sitting up on the bed as he reaches down beside the bed to grab his guitar, strumming quietly as I settle down beside him, watching him with a fond, loving look.
"How did you learn that?" I ask simply, pulling his gaze away from the instrument but he continues to play, shocking me even more.
"The guitar?" I nod. "It's muscle memory. I can teach you."
"I'll probably be ass at it. I'm not the most musically inclined." I laugh and his eyes widen with a knowing glance and I reach out to smack his arm with a loud, offended laugh.
"Trust me, I know- I hear you singing in the shower." Elliot teases and I gasp, sitting up and giving him the most incredulous look, shocked that he hears me and noting to myself to be quieter with my concerts.
"Rude." I mumble.
"It's a good thing you're cute." He presses his finger to the tip of my nose and it scrunches under his touch, my head tilting playfully at him. "Here, you can strum and I'll show you the fingering of it."
"Fingering." I snort and his jaw drops at my innuendo, pinching my side.
"Shut up." He continues to move his fingers around the strings as I strum softly, my gaze stuck on the way his fingers move without the need for him to even watch what he's doing. "See it's not that bad?"
"Don't your fingers get tired?" I ask, feeling the tips of my fingers burn as if there's carpet burn on the tips of each of them and he gives me a shrug, taking my fingers in his grasp to press a kiss to each individual finger.
"Never, I have fingers of steel."
"Trust me, I know." I mock him and his head tips back in laughter, red dusting his cheeks at my taunting.
Hi! I’m sorry to bother you I was just wondering if you had a taglist for Rafe ,JJ and Din Djarin please? I LIVE for the way you write for them
Hi! Because of how many characters I write for, I no longer do taglists but feel free to send in as many requests as you want for those characters and I'll write them for you!
I'm actually in need of requests right now so feel free to send some in!
I had a nasty migraine all afternoon (not even sure what triggered it) so I was literally walking around the house in sunglasses because of my photosensitivity 😂😂
Anyways I was wondering if you could do a little fic of Steve/Eddie or both being nice to their girl because she is having a migraine?
That would be really nice. Thanks Lizzy💕 can I call you that? Or do you not like that nickname?
Hi! You can call me Lizzie for sure, I do go by that sometimes and I don't mind if you call me that :)
I certainly can write this for you. I sympathize completely, I understand what it's like to suffer from migraines, I get the regularly and actually get botox injections in my face to prevent them from worsening! It's crazy but it works.
"Hey lovely, I'm sorry I'm late. I got caught up at a club meeting and couldn't get out any sooner-" Eddie stops in his tracks at the sight on me on the floor, curled up just beside our cat Nelson, with a blanket over my eyes, just allowing enough light in that I can see him. He stops and tilts his head at me and before he goes to speak again, I put my finger in the air and shake my head.
"Shhh..." I mumble, rubbing my temples with a sigh, sitting up as my head throbs and he winces for me, realizing that I'm evidently in pain. He makes his way over to me and kneels down beside me, pushing the blanket aside, revealing me to the light and I hiss, instinctively shoving his hand away.
"What's going on?" He asks, caressing my cheek gently, kind, dark eyes looking at me intently as if he can pinpoint what's hurting me and stop it immediately just with his will and want.
"I can't hear you right now, I can't do it." I mutter out but the words don't sound completely right as they come out of my mouth. Eddie smiles with a bit of confusion behind his eyes and I huff, seeing that he doesn't understand what I mean.
"What do you mean?"
"I can't listen to you right now, the words hurt my brain." I stutter out and he sighs, nodding his head with a bit of acknowledgement and he frowns- no- he pouts, with a pitied look in his eyes.
"Oh, you're not telling me to shut up," he nods before whispering, dropping his volume down tenfold, "you have a migraine."
"It's ass." He laughs a little too loud and I stop almost immediately in my tracks with a wince and he apologizes under his breath for his volume and moves so he can pull me into his arms, whispering into my ear.
"I imagine, it typically is."
"Can you get me the usual?" I ask as a tear slips down my cheek and he's quick to wipe it away. I imagine his heart his aching for me like it typically does, his empathy completely taking over his whole body as he worries for me and cares for me until he's tired and yawning.
"Icepack, meds and a heated blanket?" He double checks and I nod, allowing him to help me up and off of the floor, at least to put me onto the bed so I can be more comfortable than I have the last few hours that he was gone. "You should've called the school and told someone to come and get me, I would've come straight home." I shake my head with a small laugh, the first sign of happiness that I've been able to express all day.
"Last time you did that Dustin hunted me down and wanted to kill me for you missing Hellfire. The last thing I need is a teenager on my ass."
"I mean-" He goes to argue but after thinking about it for a moment, he pauses and lets out a small snort at the thought of the last time Dustin was really angry with him for missing Hellfire for my birthday. "No, I completely understand." He holds his finger up for a moment, signaling that he'll be back and he rushes out of the room to grab the things that I so desperately need.
When he comes back, I immediately plug in the heated blanket, settling down on the bed as he gets my medicine ready and he hands me a bottle of water that I know he wants me to drink more than I want to, especially with my nausea.
"Thank you." I mutter, closing my eyes as he shuts the blinds and for the first time today, I can imagine this horrible headache passing and me surviving.
"Need anything else?" He asks, sitting down beside me on the bed and I'm quick to grab him by the front of the shirt, giving the fabric a bit of a tug as I smile up at him.
"You." I coo and he's quick to lay down beside me, slipping under the blanket and I immediately curl into his side with a happy hum, allowing his warmth to engulf me.
Hey! I was hoping that if you still write for him. If you could write for Elijah Mikaelson please and thank you. Something fluffy please based on this prompt:
18. 'You’re warm.’
Thanks for reaching out! I'll definitely be in touch and like to stay in touch :D
Oh bestie of course I still write for him, duh I love Elijah's character :)
"Honey, please come to bed." I beg, whining as I roll over on the bed, looking at Elijah who paces around the room with a book in hand, his brows bunched up as he reads.
"In a moment, my love- I am in the middle of something." He throws me a fleeting glance and I pout, clutching the sheets to my chest as I sit up, huffing at him and he finally looks over at me with a playful smile.
"You're in the middle of a book when you could be in the middle of me and our sheets." I offer and his brows lift, obviously taken back by the offer and I smile, knowing I've got him wrapped around my finger with no problem.
"Tempting." He slaps the book shut and sets it down on the table without hesitation and makes his way to the end of the bed where he strips himself of his jacket and outer sweater, tossing it onto the floor.
"Hurry please." I reach out to him and he laughs, stripping down and slipping into pajamas before he's sliding into bed with me, strong arms immediately wrapping around me.
"Alright, your wish is my command." He presses a kiss to the top of my head and I feel myself sink into him without any worries in the world, finally feeling good for the first time today. "You always get what you want, huh?"
"Always." I grin wickedly, tilting my chin so I can look up at him and his hand lifts to engulf my cheek, pulling me in for a sweet kiss before whispering.
"As long as you're with me you'll always get what you want." I know that he means it more than anything and he's always done nothing but provide for me, giving me everything I could possibly need. I just give him a gentle nod and he hums, smiling charmingly down at me as his eyes flutter back and forth between mine. "You're warm." He whispers.
"Just for you." I flirt and his brows raise, a sigh leaving him as he rolls me onto my back, towering over me with a wicked grin.
Heyo! I love ur account I was wondering if you could do 8. 'I really don't like you.' - 'And I really don't believe you.'(fluffy/flirty) With Thomas Shelby plz❤️❤️
Hmm I love this, I love the bratty sarcastic flirting!! I hope you like this quick blurb
"Aye, watch where you're going will ya?" I bark out at the man that just rammed his hip into my shoulder but I'm quick to rise to my feet to face him with an angry look. But as soon as I realize who it is, my stomach drops and Thomas Shelby does one thing he normally doesn't do.
He smiles.
"Ah, well if it isn't Y/n Y/l/n." He grins like a mad man, taking a step towards me as he takes my hand softly in his and pulls it up to his lips so he can leave a dainty kiss on the back of my hand.
I fight the urge to pull it away, knowing my father in three feet away from me and he would scold me if I was ever rude towards anyone let alone a Shelby.
"Mr. Y/l/n, a pleasure." He takes my father's hand without hesitation and they both grin at each other as I roll my eyes. I know that my father would want me married to him if he could make it happen but no one could pay Shelby enough to get him to wed me, not after our affair during his first marriage and falling out during his second.
But that doesn't mean that there's nothing between us.
There's still a spark between us when we meet, when we touch, the memories of old flooding back almost immediately when I look into his icy, cold eyes- eyes that used to gaze and watch me from across the room.
"Thomas Shelby, to what do we owe this pleasure?" My father asks him, motioning to the seat beside me but Thomas shakes his head and politely declines with a raised hand.
"I am simply out making my rounds." He explains and clears his throat, turning to me with a sarcastic grin. "It was nice to see you again, Y/n." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek.
"I really don't like you." I whisper in his ear and he pulls away with a bashful look but throws me a wink nonetheless.
would you write something for johanna (thg) x fem!reader where the others (like peeta, katniss, finnick etc.) always see the tough sarcastic sides to her, but then they see her around her gf (reader) whos really soft and gentle like opposites of her and they see that shes johannas soft spot? sorry for the terrible english!
Bestie I love this, let's imagine together that district 13 is fine and not run by a crazy bitch alright? LMAO I love writing non-canon for the hunger games people cuz they can all be together and happy :)
When Johanna and the others were rescued from the capital and we were all reunited, people noticed a difference in her compared to how she was before. She was still herself, witty, with dark humor, beautiful even without her long, silky hair. But there was a new side to her that most people, other than Finnick, never saw.
That's the side that she showed when she's with me.
We met nearly a month after her first games. She was on her victory tour and I was a painter in District two and she would say that I caught her eye from the crowd, so much that she had to find me and ask for my name and an address that she could write to me.
No one would really imagine her as a romantic but damn the girl was good and she swept me off my feet in only a few months. She wrote to me, sure, her last letter coming in right before the quarter quell. When we found out that she would be reaped again and brought back into the place that brought her so much torment- neither of us could comprehend it.
I thought I was never going to see her again.
That was until she had a friend of hers, a peace keeper in my district, sneak me out of my district and into thte capital where I could see her and I did. We spent the night together and that's when she told me about the plan to get Katniss and the others out of the arena. She also informed me of the greatest secret that they were all keeping- Discrict 13 was alive and well and ready to accommodate the pressure and stress of a full revolution.
When I found out that she was taken by the capital, my whole world fell apart. It was probably the only thing that Katniss and I were able to bond over, the fact that our lovers were in the clutches of President Snow and being used as propoganda. It was horrible.
So when it was agreed upon that they would be rescued, I jumped at the opportunity to go with Gale and help them in the process of getting them out of the capital, no matter what it took.
When we finally reunited in the jet, it was like the whole world stopped. As if every piece of me that was missing was finally back in it's right spot, like a missing puzzle piece she was finally back in my arms.
"It's kind of cute that they could do this." Johanna whispers in my ear, watching Finnick and Annie dance around in circles in the middle of a huge, loving crowd. I turn to her with a fond smile and nod, leaning into her the slightest bit as Katniss approaches us with a sarcastic smile on her lips, as always.
"You two look couple-y." She chuckles and I smile, clutching onto Johanna's hand that rests on my thigh and I feel her tense up as if she's taking it personally.
"That's what happens when you're a couple, genius." She snaps with a sarcastic tone and I huff, giving her a gentle bump with my shoulder and she mutters a quiet 'sorry' under her breath.
"I'm just saying, after everything we've been through, it's nice to see you actually act like a nice person." There's a pause for a moment, as if the two of them are finally understanding each other and instead of passive aggression, Johanna responds differently, taking even me off guard.
"Yeah well she brings it out in me like Peeta does with you." My heart warms for a moment as she sends me a small smile, her cheeks blushed in a deep red and her chin dips downward to conceal it.
"That's really sweet actually." Katniss sits beside me with a huff, motioning to the crowds of people in front of us that are cheerfully dancing and singing around the happy couple. "You guys don't dance?"
"I do, she doesn't." I jut my thumb in Johanna's direction but she just laughs and turns to me with an unconvinced look.
"You could convince me but you haven't asked."
"Please dance with me." I nearly immediately beg, standing up out of my chair so I can grab her hands and tug her towards the dancefloor, wanting nothing more than for people to see her happy and loved, especially Finnich given how much he worries for Johanna.
"Yes, ma'am." She sighs and turns to throw a wink at Katniss who just laughs and claps her hands at us.
I hope you’re doing well! I hope the holiday season treated you well<3 It was my first year teaching my 3yr old about Yule! I swear I’m never on tumblr anymore, having a toddler & newborn😵💫
Prompt 2 with Draco?👀
WILD STEEZY HAS APPEARED OMG HI!!
It's been so long bestie, I'm so proud of you!! I hope your little ones are perfect and healthy and amazing as I'm sure they are since they're yours 😚
AND DUH! I haven't written a Draco request in a hot second so here we go❤️
"Why are you following me so keenly?" I throw a look over my shoulder at the blonde who follows me close in foot, the front of his toes practically hitting my heels as I walk. He looks nervous, his eyes scanning the bits of my face he can see from my side profile as I weave in and out of students, making my way as quickly as I can to the bathroom.
"You seemed upset." He shrugs it off, as if it's the greatest explanation to my question but it still doesn't explain why he cares so much and why he's following me so close in step.
"I'm not upset, Draco, just had a difficult time in potions class." I huff, holding my injured hand closer to my chest but Draco finally manages to grab me and spin me around in his grasp, eyes scanning me up and down as I huff.
"Why? Did someone do something to you?" His eyes turn to slits at the thought of someone touching me and I shake my head at him with a small laugh, holding my hand up to him to explain but his eyes widen in fear instead and he barely lets me get a word out.
"No, I just-"
"What is that?" He asks, grabbing at my hand and holding it up to my face as if I didn't realize it was bleeding in the first place. "Who's blood is that?" There's an edge to his voice, an unsettled fear that brews in his pipes and my heart softens for a moment, understanding his worry.
"It's mine-"
"Who hurt you?" He asks, pulling me to the side of the hall and his voice lowers in volume at the question and I almost laugh but then I remember the fact that he's overly worried about me, and laughing in his face over the stupidity of the situation would not help.
"No one hurt me, I cut myself accidentally while opening a new bottle." His cheeks turn a bashful shade of pink at the realization that it was just a simple, clumsy mistake on my part and that I don't need him to panic. "I'm fine."
"Surely you should go see a medic." He scoffs and rests his hands on his hips, eyes looking down at my bleeding hand once more.
"I do not need to see-"
"We're going to see the medic." He latches his arm around mine and pulls me with him without hesitation and I giggle, head tipping back as he drags me along.
"We?"
"I need to ensure you get their safely."
"Will it make you feel better?" I ask with a small pout and he nods, tightening his grasp around my arm as if I were to fly away if he let me go. "Fine." I give in, allowing him to show me a small ounce of care that he rarely shows anyone else, remembering the way his touch feels on my skin.
