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So, I was clearly gone for a long time—like, months. Honestly, I don’t have much of an excuse aside from a brutal case of writer’s block, zero motivation, and the never-ending cycle of procrastination.

Since my first post, I’ve removed a few fandoms from the list—mainly because I just don’t feel inspired to write for them anymore. That said, here’s the updated list of fandoms I do write for! — The Vampire Diaries/TVDU - requests open — Resident evil - requests open — Until Dawn - requests open — MHA - requests open — Wednesday - requests open — Descendants - requests open I know—it’s a lot shorter than my original list. But that’s because I’ve narrowed it down to the fandoms I’m most likely to actually write for, instead of listing everything I like, even if I’d probably never get to them due to lack of requests. That said, I might add more over time. You’re also totally welcome to ask about other fandoms you’re curious or interested in—I’ll happily let you know whether I write for them or not. And as for what I’m willing to write—just keep in mind that some things might be acceptable or not depending on the context—here’s the list: What I WILL write: - Fluff/Angst, SFW, NSFW, platonic love, head canons, suggestive. What I will NOT write: - character x character, abuse, non-consensual, multiple characters x reader(romantic), cheating

So… hey there! Yeah, I know — I totally vanished after June 21st. Honestly? I have no idea what happened. I’ve still been lurking around Tumblr every now and then, reading all the incredible fics people post here, but my own motivation? Gone. Completely evaporated.

Anyway, that’s all in the past now — sticks and stones. The point is: I’m coming back. After this post, I’m actually going to start working on something new, so expect a fresh post later this week. Not entirely sure who I’ll be writing for yet… maybe Elijah? We’ll see. Either way, I’ve got a few things to sort out for my blog first; — Update the list of fandoms I’ll be writing for (this doesn’t mean I won’t write for others — just that these are the ones I’ll be focusing on unless someone requests something outside the list). — Maybe tweak a few other things on the blog. — Actually start writing again. — Possibly make a fandom request post. — Find some extra things to add to my posts (still thinking about it).

That’s pretty much it for now! If you’ve got any requests, my inbox is open — don’t be shy. Byeeee!

════════════════════ - Jeremy Gilbert x reader - Warnings: none, slightly suggestive Synopsis; "Despite your best efforts to keep up with the constant pressure of helping your friends, the exhaustion is finally catching up to you. Late in the evening, when you finally make it home, Jeremy is already there—waiting to ease your mind. And he has no intention of letting you keep running yourself into the ground."

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The front door gave that familiar creak as you pushed it open, the hinges dragging like they, too, were just as exhausted. The air inside the house was cooler than expected, dim with the last of the afternoon light filtering through the curtains. You didn’t bother flipping the switch, instead just dropping your keys into the bowl by the door and leaning against it for what felt like an eternity as your eyes gave up on fighting to stay open.

Your bag, which by now was filled with notes of whatever other task you will have to take care of tomorrow, slid off your shoulder and dropped to the floor with a small thud. Despite knowing you should, every muscle in your body refused to move and follow through with picking it up.

The day had been long, filled with text and calls, last minute errands and tasks which needed attention at the earliest time possible. You had pieces to hold together, locations to scout and many other things to do while the rest of your friends took on some other crisis that disturbed the small amount of peace that you'd get after the one before it. And you didn't mind. You wanted to help. They're your friends. Your family now. The choice to help was yours after being pulled into the supernatural world, with it's dark corners and all.

But the days are getting longer, your body starting to go against your determination to not let those you love have to deal with everything on their own. Your eyelids felt heavier, your knees hurt, and you haven't eaten since morning. Haven't sat down since noon. When you woke up, the first thing you thought of was how much time you could save in the morning so that you'd get to do more things. Before bed, the last thing you see is the many papers and notes which remind you that there are things that need to be taken care of tomorrow. Not the day after, because that would just make it all last.

With a small sigh, you let your eyes open again and take in your surroundings once again as you began stepping further within your home. And then, as you came to a stop right at the entrance of your living room, you'd realised that he is here.

Stretched comfortably across your couch, Jeremy seemed as though he belonged here. Legs kicked out and crossed at the ankle, some book he was most definitely not reading half open on his chest. Hearing your approaching steps, he only shifted lightly in his position and tiled his head back to look at you upside down. His eyes scanned you over, looking at you as though he saw more than you'd think that you let be seen.

"Breaking into my house, Gilbert?" You asked, raising an eyebrow in mock exasperation as you sat on the edge of the couch.

"You gave me a key." Is his reply, shrugging as he began to sit up beside you. And it was true. You had given him a key. You just didn't expect him to use it today of all days.

The soft smile playing on his lips didn’t match the intensity behind his gaze. He looked at you the way he always did when he was about to say something that would undo you, so you turned away first—kicked off your shoes and padded to the kitchen in your socks.

The door of the fridge opened, revealing many options. Options which would take time and effort to cook, time which you were not sure that you had and effort which you could not put in. Not today, anyway. Instead, you took the leftovers of the food you actually did cook the other night, settling for that as you closed the fridge back up. Setting the container on the counter, you casually got yourself a cup and began filling it with water, Jeremy's footsteps slow and unbothered as he followed you into the kitchen.

Without having to look, you knew he was just leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed while he watched you with an annoyingly gentle expression on his face.

"You planning to continue running on coffee, leftovers and stress forever?" His voice was low, teasing at the edges as though to lighten the mood a little but with a clear layer of concern underneath. And you didn't respond right away to him, leaning against the counter and sipping on your water slowly as if that would make your thoughts slow down, too.

Jeremy stepped closer, and you felt him before seeing him, his warmth reaching your side as he stood close to you. "You look exhausted." He quietly remarked. You didn't respond, but maybe that was your answer.

He reached out, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth like he was wiping away sleep—or maybe guilt. And you didn't realise you'd been frowning until it softened under his touch. Then his hand slid down, deliberate and slow, tracing along your jaw and curling around the back of your neck. His touch was warm, firm. Anchoring. You leaned in just a little, the brief smell of whatever cologne he always wore which has slowly faded into him reaching you. He smelled familiar. Safe. It was the kind of scent that would linger on your pillows after leaving the bed in the morning.

His lips grazed your temple, then your cheek, softly working on easing your worries. You turned your face slightly, and that was all it took. His mouth found yours—not rushed, not greedy. Just there. Like a question he already knew the answer to.

The kiss deepened, slow and grounding, his hands sliding down on your waist and pulling your body closer to his until it fit like a puzzle piece which you both have been missing all day. His grip tightened lightly, fingers pressing into your skin.

Then—buzz buzz.

The phone on the counter lit up.

You stilled, your body growing stiff.

Jeremy pulled away far enough to see the way your eyes moved towards the screen, his gaze following your own. Elena. You were hesitant. It had become a reflex at this point. Answer, say yes. Say 'I'll be right there'. Your fingers twitched, already intending to reach for it. But Jeremy already beat you to it.

He didn't say anything as he picked the phone up. Just answered. "She's not available right now." he said, voice quick and unbothered. Then he hung up, dropping the phone back on the counter without even looking at it.

Your mouth opened—part habit, part panic—but he was already closing the distance. Again. His arms slid around your waist like he never wanted to let go. That usual softness in his eyes was still there, but it had sharpened just slightly, something darker edging in—something that made your breath catch.

Jeremy dipped his head close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, voice low and smug. “There. Now no one else can steal you away.”

"You didn't have to hung up on her." Your pulse fluttered as you spoke, part of you worried that you may have been needed for something important. Something that could not wait. “I did,” he said easily. “Because if I let you answer one more call tonight, you were going to disappear again. And I’m not in the mood to share.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, one brow raised, lips barely holding back a smirk. “You were about to say yes, weren’t you?” You didn't answer. You didn't have to, because he knew exactly what your answer would be. His smile deepened like he knew exactly how to read your silence. One of his hands slid slowly up your spine, making your whole body react like he’d flipped a switch you didn’t even know was there.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured. “You keep running around fixing everyone’s mess, and meanwhile I haven’t had five uninterrupted minutes with you in a week.” He leaned in again, slower this time, giving you a chance to stop him. You didn’t.

The kiss was soft at first—more of a promise than a claim—but it shifted quickly. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer until your back hit the edge of the counter and you felt him press against you, not rushed, just intentional. A reminder that he was here. That you were here.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight,” he said between kisses, words lazy and warm against your mouth. “Not unless I’m coming with you.”

Your laugh came out breathy, caught somewhere between flustered and fond. “Is this you being overprotective?”

“This is me,” he said, mouth trailing slow down your jaw, “not letting you leave this house until you’ve eaten, slept, and remembered that you’re still allowed to be human.”

“And if I say I have things to do?”

He pulled back just enough to give you that look—mischievous, challenging, eyes full of trouble. “Then I’ll just have to distract you.” He lifted you easily onto the counter like it was nothing, stepping between your knees, hands settling on your thighs with just enough pressure to make your heart thrum against your ribs.

“You’re mine tonight,” he said, quiet but final, like a line drawn in the sand. “No calls. No saving the world. Just me. And you. Right here.”

Your legs instinctively tightened around his waist as he stepped in closer, and the grin he gave you was far too satisfied. The kind that said 'yeah, I noticed'. The kind that made your stomach do that slow flip and your skin buzz with anticipation.

Jeremy’s hands didn’t rush. They smoothed slowly up the outsides of your thighs, fingers spreading, thumbs pressing lightly into your skin like he was taking his time memorizing you. His gaze flicked between your eyes and your lips, and then lower—blatant.

“You’ve been running around all week for everyone else,” he murmured, voice low and a little rough now. “When’s the last time someone took care of you?”

Your breath hitched. One of his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing bare skin, featherlight. Not enough to do anything, just enough to tease. Just enough to make you want to lean in, to chase more. “I’m serious,” he added, eyes locked to yours. “You’re so busy being strong for everyone else, I don’t think you’ve stopped to feel anything that wasn’t exhaustion.”

Your reply caught in your throat when his hand slipped further up your spine, dragging your shirt with it. Warm fingers, bare skin, heat blooming in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t even what he was doing, it was how. The control. The focus. Like nothing else existed right now but you.

“You’re not just staying in tonight,” he said, voice a little darker now. “You’re going to sit still and let me undress that stress. All of it.”

He leaned in, brushing a kiss against your collarbone, then another just below your ear. “No distractions. No excuses.” Your head tilted almost automatically, baring more skin for him without even thinking. He chuckled under his breath, like he’d caught you giving in, and was more than ready to take advantage of it.

“You like when I talk like that, don’t you?” His lips brushed the shell of your ear again. “When I take charge.”

You didn’t answer. Couldn't. But your body gave you away. Your fingers curled in his shirt, dragging him even closer, and he rewarded you with a deeper kiss, one that bordered on filthy—tongue sliding against yours, slow and claiming, like he was tasting your surrender.

“You’ve got no idea,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath mingling with yours, “how long I’ve wanted you like this. All soft. Finally taking a moment away from pushing yourself to exhaustion.”

Your hands slid under his shirt this time, tracing over hard muscle, earning a quiet groan from deep in his chest.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere tonight,” he said again, firmer now. “You’re mine. And I’m going to make damn sure you feel it.”

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════════════════════ A/N: Firstly, I want to apologize for posting and then disappearing again. I didn’t mean to, but I’ve been on holiday for a week now, and honestly, I’ve been less motivated to write because of it. Also, my period—this one was horrible.

That said, I’ve been thinking about a couple of things to write. I don’t know how soon I’ll actually get to writing them, but I wanted to hear some opinions. Also, I’m officially adding Resident Evil, The Thundermans, and Kid Danger to the list of fandoms I’ll write for!

Donnie(Rise) x Amnesia!reader - "This is it." (romantic)

Until Dawn x Bratty!reader - "Let's get down then." (platonic)

Leon S. Kennedy x reader - "Power duo." (platonic)

Korra x waterbender!reader - "I beg your pardon?" (romantic)

Max Thunderman x reader - "Weren't you?" (romantic)

I already have a pretty solid idea of how the first, second, and fifth ones would go since I’ve been making scenarios for them in my head for a while now. Still, I’d love to hear your thoughts, ideas, or even requests! It might help me get back into writing again.

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- Zuko x wife!reader - Head cannons - "Fire doesn't stop, it blooms." - Fluff - Warnings: None

A/N: I'm actually sorry for being gone so long, but things were more complicated in these last few weeks than I would have liked them to be. With all the exams I had, going through a writer's block and losing motivation, I just needed some time to cool off. But I'm back now, and I am hopefully going to stay because I am very excited to take requests in once again!

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Honestly, I think he would make a wonderful husband in so many ways. You stood by him through all the struggles and pain, even during the pivotal moment when he had to make a choice that forever changed his role in the war. He’d want to show you just how much that meant to him. Whether through physical affection, thoughtful gifts, or heartfelt words of affirmation, he’d find ways to express his gratitude.

He has a way with words—always knowing just what to say and when to say it. He never hesitates to share his perspective, especially when he thinks you need to see things from a different angle. Pampering you would be second nature to him; he’d see it as his responsibility to make sure you have everything you deserve. And when the sun sets and the moon takes its place in the night sky, there wouldn’t be a single evening where he didn’t remind you of your worth.

That being said, not everything would come as naturally. Having grown up in a household where sharing fears and anxieties was reserved for his mother and uncle, his ability to communicate his own negative emotions is still a work in progress. Losing his mother at a young age and enduring the trauma of a father who criticized any emotion that didn’t meet his expectations shaped him deeply. Opening up about his feelings would take time and effort to improve.

On nights when he dreamed of his mother, he would wake with a shiver running up his spine, his eyes darting around until they found you. Yet, even as fear clawed at his soul, he refused to talk about it. You’d wake to the sound of his uneven breathing, gently calm him, and ask what was wrong. But he would deny it—deny it until the weight of it consumed him from the inside. And for that moment, you understood.

But you reminded him that, as his partner, the two of you were a unit. If your burdens were his to carry, then his were yours as well. You asked him to let you in, to let you help, and you promised to say it as many times as he needed to hear it. On the nights when another nightmare took hold of him, you whispered reassurances and held his hand as lightly as you could. Of course, you weren’t blind to what troubled him—You are his wife. You knew.

Together, you’re working to bring him a sense of security. His father can no longer hurt him; he has you to stand beside him through every hardship, and for him, that is enough. On a brighter note, he would definitely make a much better father himself—caring, affectionate, and present. When you gave him your first child, a little girl, no celebration in the nation could rival his joy. Holding the tiny miracle you both created, sleeping soundly in his arms while you took the well-deserved rest by his side, he couldn’t help but want to linger in that moment just a little while longer.

His little family, safe and sound right beside him, was everything. With the birth of his daughter, he reminded himself that there was now another heart to protect. Much smaller, less experienced, but he could already sense the strength in her—she would grow to be a fighter, just like her mother. This was his legacy: to break the cruel, poisonous chain that had defined his family for generations. He would protect the both of you with his last breath, proving to the spirits of his ancestors that fire doesn’t have to destroy—it can also ignite new beginnings. ════════════════════

could you maybe write a 2012 Mikey x artist reader headcanons 🫣🩷

"A little bit of colour here."

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════════════════════ - 2012!Mikey x artist!reader - Head cannons - "A little bit of colour here." - Fluff - Warnings: None

A/N: I think I may be ticking off two things with this one, idk. The results of the pole had Mikey as most rated and then this came up, which was such a nice coincidence. I might do a second Mikey one shot/head cannon to match the pole again if I feel like it, but for now I will be marking both this and the pole as complete so I can focus on a more special request an anon had for me. ════════════════════

Mikey has always been full of energy and imagination, so it’s no surprise that art became such a big part of his life. At first, it was just something he loved doing for fun, but now it feels more like a part of who he is—how he expresses himself and even how he deals with things. Still, he never treats it like work. For Mikey, art is all about fun and freedom.

Give him anything to draw or paint with—a pencil, spray can, or even chalk—and he’ll turn it into something incredible. His ideas are out-of-the-box and unique, and it’s easy to see how much joy he gets from creating. If he finds out that you also see the world in a different way, even just a little like him, he’ll be thrilled. It’s not just about having fun together; it’s about sharing something really special.

He’d definitely ask you to pose for one of his pieces at some point. But let’s be honest—he definitely probably finished the artwork early and just wanted an excuse to sit and watch you. He’d happily admit it too, flashing you that proud grin like he’s just done the smartest thing ever.

When it comes to modern art, Mikey can be a little baffled. He tries, but some pieces leave him scratching his head. “Wait, so I’m supposed to feel shy because this pink triangle exists? Dude, it’s just a triangle.” He’s got plenty of jokes about it, but he secretly enjoys the challenge of trying to figure out what it all means—especially if it’s something you can talk about together.

Movie nights are a guaranteed source of inspiration for him. As soon as you mention a favourite character, he’s planning to draw them for you. It’s his little way of making you smile, and he’ll keep it up like clockwork—handing you a new drawing every week to remind you he’s thinking of you.

One of his favourite ways to hang out with you is working on art projects together. Whether it’s painting, doodling, or crafting paper flowers, he loves being right there beside you, cracking jokes and guiding your hand if you’re feeling stuck. For Mikey, it’s not just about making something cool—it’s about sharing those little moments and having fun while you do it.

What he loves most is that you share his passion for art. You don’t have to be experts or love every style, but the fact that you get it—at least the kinds of art you enjoy together—means the world to him. Those shared favourites? They’re what he treasures the most.

Mikey is the type to find inspiration anywhere. Whether you’re waiting for pizza, sitting in a park, or just hanging out, he’ll grab whatever’s nearby (a napkin, a notebook, anything!) and start sketching. He loves showing you his spur-of-the-moment creations and getting your thoughts on them.

He’d totally challenge you to silly art contests, like “Who can make the funniest doodle” or “Who can draw a pizza slice faster.” He almost always declares himself the winner, even if your drawing is better. “What? I had to handicap myself because I’m too good!” Cue the exaggerated victory pose.

Mikey is obsessed with graffiti and street art, always pointing out cool designs when you’re out together. He might even suggest you two try making a mural someday, just for fun—something colourful and meaningful that shows off your combined creativity.

Mikey is all about turning his art into little surprises for you. Whether it’s a mini painting, a personalized card, or a keychain he decorated himself, his gifts always feel thoughtful and one-of-a-kind.

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════════════════════ - 2012!Leo x anxious!reader - Head cannons - "Slow, calculated." - Fluff - Warnings: None

Request: Head cannons of Leo with a partner who struggles with constantly feeling anxious about the smallest of situations, something which slightly worsens as she goes through her training as a Kunoichi. A/N: (This is based on my own issues with doubting myself about quite a lot of things. So please, don't assume that this would immediately apply to everyone else.) ════════════════════

Knowing that your concentration is suffering during training, Leo does his best to keep you grounded. He holds one of your hands as new techniques are explained, standing close by your side as you listen. When you start to spiral, he gently guides you to breathe out and silence the negative thoughts, just a few of the things he’s learned work well for you.

Your hands don’t really get sweaty when you’re nervous. In fact, they feel quite dry, which isn’t always the most satisfying sensation for you. But to Leo? He doesn’t care. Hand-holding is his go-to move for comfort, and it helps keep you from fidgeting or overthinking. Honestly, he adores holding your hands—he’d do it just as often even if anxiety wasn’t an issue. It’s a grounding gesture, for both of you.

Once, during a particularly rough time in your life, everything seemed to build up all at once. Family pressures, maintaining friendships, juggling college, and training to become a kunoichi—all of it felt like too much. Fighting alongside the turtles against constant threats didn’t make it any easier. You just broke down.

At first, you went radio silent. Messages stayed on “delivered” for longer than usual, something Leo noticed right away. When gentle check-ins didn’t work, his worry grew. Eventually, he made—broke—his way into your apartment to make sure you were okay.

What he found was hard to see. "Mess" didn’t even begin to cover it. You were bouncing from one task to another, trying to fix everything at once: reorganizing a shelf, rechecking assignments, cleaning dishes you’d already washed twice. It was like you were trying to outrun your own thoughts. When Leo tried to talk, question after question seemed to irritate you further. He backed off for a moment, watching the situation before stepping in gently.

Leo doesn’t fight your chaos with commands or frustration. Instead, he grounds you. He’s a steady presence, wrapping his hands around yours to still them as he quietly whispers, “Hey, breathe with me.” He doesn't stop until your breathing syncs with his—slow and deliberate. Once you’re calmer, he works with you to organize what’s on your mind, one step at a time, and reassures you that it’s okay to pause and prioritize yourself.

Leo quickly realizes that your anxiety spikes before training sessions, especially when new things are introduced or you're partnered for sparring. To help, the two of you take a few moments to stretch together, exchanging light banter or quiet reassurances. It's his way of easing you into the moment before the pressure begins.

After missions, Leo is always the first to check in with you. He knows how your mind tends to spiral over things like "Did I do enough?" or "What if I messed up and someone got hurt?" He’s firm but gentle, reminding you of the good you did, pointing out your contributions, and offering constructive advice only if you ask for it.

On nights when your thoughts won’t let you sleep, Leo sneaks out of the lair and comes to you. He brings your favourite tea (or whatever comforts you) and stays with you until you’ve talked out everything on your mind. If words are hard to find, he’ll gladly sit in companionable silence, offering his shoulder for support.

In group situations, Leo is incredibly observant of your moods. If he notices your anxiety creeping in, he’ll casually bump his hand against yours or rest a hand on your back for a second. It’s a discreet reminder that he’s there if you need him, without drawing attention to you.

As someone who practices mindfulness regularly, Leo starts encouraging you to meditate with him. At first, it’s hard for you to sit still or quiet your thoughts, but his patient guidance helps you find small victories. Over time, it becomes a shared practice, and you start to look forward to these peaceful moments with him.