When I Want Fluff/angst Fics And All I’m Getting Is Smut

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𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗪𝗦 ┊ 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 (𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁) 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

n/a. requests are taking longer than i thought i literally feel like my brain is melting off, but i also felt bad for not giving y'all content in like 2 days (yes i’m a cancer moon 🙄) so i wrote this for y'all in the mean time 😛🫶🏼

‣ 𖥨 One of the best things about Lottie is how affectionate she is with you. She loves to cuddle and specially to hold hands.

‣ 𖥨 She has a habit of playing with your fingers. And if you're wearing rings, she'll fidget with them for a while and then steal them from you, putting them on her own fingers.

‣ 𖥨 She's also very protective of you. If she thinks you're in danger, she's not afraid to speak up or take action. And when someone on your team is too hard on you, she always stands up for you.

‣ 𖥨 She's very intuitive and always knows when something is bothering you. She's always there to listen and give advice when you need it.

‣ 𖥨 Lottie values communication and always makes sure to talk through any issues or concerns in the relationship. She appreciates honesty and openness and will always be upfront with you.

‣ 𖥨 Her love languages are def acts of service and gift giving.

‣ 𖥨 You spend a lot of time at Lottie's house because her parents are never there, and you know she feels lonely even if she doesn't show it. She really appreciates your company.

‣ 𖥨 When you're watching movies together, you often lay your head on her lap as she plays with your hair.

‣ 𖥨 She has a really big closet. You often tease her by asking if she has a secret compartment like Hannah Montana (she might tho). She lets you to pick out anything you want from it.

‣ 𖥨 She even let you take her Yellowjackets hoodie, the one with her player number on it, which you proudly wear all the time.

‣ 𖥨 If you ever need a ride, she’ll go get you, no matter how late it is. And if she can’t come, she’ll send her chauffeur to pick you up.

‣ 𖥨 Even though she's no expert, she's surprisingly good at french — probably because her parents got her a tutor when she was little. So she always helps you with your homework whenever you need a hand.

‣ 𖥨 After she confessed to you how she buys a bunch of shitty clothes from TJ Maxx with the intention of returning them later for store credits, you couldn't help but going with her and doing it as well, laughing your assess off as you left the store empty-handed but with 400+ points in your accounts.

YOU’RE A DOLL, YOU’RE FLAWLESS!

000. PREVIEW.

001. NEW DOLL―NEW GIRL, I MEANT NEW GIRL!

002. JULES?

003. BUT.. WHY?

004. FUCKING SLUT!

005.  THE BOY IS MINE.

006. ALWAYS FOREVER.

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle — DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.04 Sic Semper Systema

He can I request dialogue 2 with Travis where reader is getting all sappy and shit when they settle into the cabin

🧡Cabin Fever - Travis Martinez x fem!Reader🧡

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Summary: a quiet conversation at the lake...

Warnings: Convo about Periods, hurt + comfort

Word Count: 1,122

A/N: Hello Loves! I know a handful of you have wanted this, so here he is! Travis is actually a lot harder than I anticipated to write, but that could be because I'm not the greatest at writing men/boys. This turned out a lot angstier than intended, but I think we can all appreciate quality hurt/comfort now and then. Unfortunately though, pretty much all of my Travis requests have quite a hefty amount of angst in them. But that's all I'll say, so As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡

Travis Martinez Tag List: @candylandy8173 @elliesjoints @nebulaemo

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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It had only been a week, maybe more or less, and you were sick of the cabin. It had quickly grown overcrowded and overstimulating, so you now found every opportunity you could to leave and be outside for as long as possible. It had become commonplace for you to wander all day and not come back till nightfall. Today, however, you'd found some peace at the lake. It started as a trip to get more water for back at the cabin, only to turn into an impromptu bath and swim. You'd grown desperate for some semblance of feeling clean again. But now you'd finished and were drying off on the shore.

“You’ve been gone all day,” a rough voice said behind you, though you didn’t turn. You only shrugged, arms wrapped around your knees as the waterline lapped at the rocky terrain under you and your toes. You hadn’t felt like putting your shoes back on just yet.

“It's getting crowded over there. I need to clear my head sometimes” you mumbled, eyes transfixed on a particularly shiny stone near your feet. Travis didn’t sit beside you, choosing to stand with his hands in his pockets.

“Mind bringing me along when you get away next time?” he asked. You chuckled.

“Is all the period talk getting to be too much for you?” you looked up at him, tilting your head and covering your eyes with your hand to keep the sun away. You were starting to regret not bringing those sunglasses your mother suggested.

“What, you on it too?” he griped. After a pause, you let out a snorting laugh at him. It had your stomach churning and you had to lie down on your back, arm covering your eyes as you grinned.

“Hey, better get used to it, T-man. I have a feeling it’s gonna be a minute before we get out of here,” you heard the stones beside you shuffle as he took a seat.

“I don’t hope that’s not the case,” he mumbled. You peeked out from under your arm to get a good look at him. He looked tired and out of it. You knew Travis well. You used to play little league soccer together when you were 6. His dad had been the coach then too. Honestly, that had been the only reason you played soccer now in high school. You lost some of that relationship with him over time. It was strange, his sudden interest in you. You always thought he kind of resented you for whatever reason. He’d grown up a lot though, you noted.

“Why? Can't stand being the only man with a bunch of women? Isn't that like, every guy's dream?” you hummed, covering your eyes again. You heard him scoff and shuffle his feet on the rocks.

“Yeah, maybe, but they haven't considered what comes with being around a bunch of girls,”

“What? Travis can’t handle a little girl talk?” you teased. He sighed heavily, grumbling under his breath.

“Maybe not constant girl talk, no,” you chuckled at that some and decided to sit up again. “is that why you always leave?”

“What? Because of girl talk?” he nodded. You shook your head. “No, I'm used to it. It's just locker room stuff at this point,” Travis wrinkled his nose and grimaced.

“You talk about your periods and stuff together?” he seemed quite surprised. Your brows raised and you nodded.

“I mean, what did you think we talked about?” you could see the formings of an embarrassed blush heat the apples of his cheeks.

“I dunno, I thought you talked about boys or something. Like magazines maybe, I dunno,” you began to laugh again.

“I mean, sure, we do, but that's not all we talk about,” he continued to frown and looked away, piercing his lips.

“Whatever. I just didn’t think I’d have to hear so much about it,” he grumbled. You laughed again, looking out onto the lake with a lackluster smile.

“You sound like your dad, you know that?” you said without putting any thought behind it. Upon realizing you felt yourself cringe, sucking in a breath between your teeth. You expected Travis to throw himself into a rage, scream at you to shut the fuck up, and not mention his father, now dead a buried by the crash sight which felt long forgotten by now. But he didn’t. He stayed quiet, staring down at his shoes with a crease in his brow and a frown on his lips.

“ugh, don’t remind me,” was all he managed to say through fumbling teeth. You began to apologize but he shook his head, his eyes turning up and looking at you. “Don’t. It’s fine,” his voice faltered, letting you know that it wasn’t fine. But you weren't going to press any more than you had already. He went quiet again and you chewed at your lip.

“You know, he was a pretty shit dad,” he said eventually, his eyes transfixed on the open air of the lake. You watched, keeping your words to yourself. “I’m pretty sure he was cheating on my mom or something. I don’t know though. He wouldn’t fess up to me and no one told me what was happening,” he took a long sniff in, his lip twitching.

“I used to wish he’d just leave. Maybe then Mom would be happy. But now he’s gone, and I just-” he trailed off shaking his head with parted lips. He didn’t go on from there and you couldn't find any words, so you did the only thing you could think of and reached out, your fingertips brushing over his spin. He jumped and you hesitated, but when he looked up to meet your gaze, tears forming in his eyes with a quivering lip you couldn’t help the way your gaze softened.

You reached out your other hand, brushing your fingers over his cheek as you moved forward, hesitantly enveloping him in your arms. His nose and face found the crook where your neck met your shoulder as one of your arms snaked around his shoulder while the other slipped to cradle the back of his neck. He began to quiver in your arms. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder and waist, squeezing tight for as much support as he could get from you. You felt tears run down your shoulder, wetting your shirt as he sniffled and cried. Your fingertips tangled in his growing hair and you breathed him in as tears sting your eyes now.

“It’s gonna be ok…” was all you could muster. If you believed that or not, you didn't know, but it was what you both needed, even if it was only for a moment.

ah, look at all the lonely people...

😭😭😭😭

✿ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒! | 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗓 ̥*ೃ♡𓏲

synopsis ⇨ in which i describe what it would be like dating maddy perez using these cute lil’ headcanons!

pairings ⇨ maddy perez x fem!reader.

warnings ⇨ angst—mentions of nate jacobs and domestic issues, swearing, fluff fluff fluff, and maddy being: maddy!

authors note ⇨ episode four was…i don’t think i have the words. it was definitely something, and maddy deserved a better party than what was given to her.

maddy the baddie, this diamond loving gem would have the biggest soft spot for you and would not be afraid to show it. you would mean everything to her.

miss perez is definitely the kind of girlfriend to take pictures of you off guard. when she shows you them, you’d be icked out by the awkward angle she captured you from, but she would 100% assure you that you’re the most beautiful person in the world and you look good at every angle. it’s true, i mean.

maddy would show her love for you in many ways—small gifts, kisses on the cheek, hand holding (lots of pda, she loves pda) flirty compliments, etc. she would also be your personal hype woman, especially on the days where you don’t feel as glamorous as usual.

you two would definitely mix match outfits from each other’s closets; she would swipe a pair of baby blue pumps from your top shelf and you would barrow her lavender daisy printed dress because it matches the earring and bracelet set you got from the mall.

make out sessions for hourssssssssss, maddy gives off major kiss queen vibes. you two would skip class and run off to the girl’s bathroom to get your mack on (along with manic panic from hearing footsteps, voices approaching, and keys jingling). by the time you two are done, her lashes would be hanging off the base of her lash line and your lipstick would be everywhere…but yours lips.

maddy would start arguments about the littlest things.

‘i saw the way he was looking at you. i’m not fucking stupid, yn. i know what im talking about.’

‘why did you say ‘okay’ like that earlier?’ ‘when?’ ‘i already said when, stupid. earlier.’

calling her ‘perez’ just to get on her nerves (maddy is so funny when she’s irritated, i’m giggling rn).

‘whatever, perez. i’m not doing this with you today.’ ‘don’t fucking call me that! i have a first name for a reason, use it!’

wherever she goes, you go. if someone from school invited her and the girls to a party or a sleepover, you’re coming with.

speaking of the girls, i think they would love you! but of course, not as much as maddy does.

and speaking of sleepovers, maddy would definitely share sleeping space with you. if you’re sleeping on the couch, she’s sleeping on the other side. she loves to be near you.

shopping dates at the mall—her second home. she would share the gossip about some of the workers in her favorite stores as you guys are cruising down the walkway, bags in one hand, strawberry and banana smoothies in the other.

‘i totally think that (sip) taylor is pregnant by the short guy who works at the pizza shop near kat’s house.’ ‘oh my god! (sip) are you serious? which taylor, the taylor that works at (sip) icing?’ ‘mmm, no. the taylor that (sip) works at victoria’s secret.’

maddy has a total princess complex, but she loves it when you sit on her lap.

kat and cassie being totally jealous of maddy’s relationship with you. kat would be vocal and gush, while cassie would just watch with pure envy in her eyes.

listening to music together in her room; you’d have one airpod in your ear and she’d have the other in hers.

her being your fashion guru.

‘you better not walk out the door until you’re looking fabulous, yn ln!’

nate jacobs seeing you two in the hallways—he would just stare. maddy would pull you close to her and give him the evil eye.

‘fuckin’ creepy ass cunt.’ she’d mumble underneath her breath.

bedazzling everything with her—and i mean everything. from inside your locker door to your car keys, everything would be covered in diamonds.

more petty little arguments.

‘okay, but you didn’t have to roll your eyes like that. i was only asking a question, yn.’ ‘and? i don’t have to respond if i don’t want to, my god maddy. it’s always something with you.’

rubbing her back and listening to her rant about the drama going on in her house.

dancing with her at parties; you two just being all over each other.

relaxing by the pool with her and cassie on the weekend.

maddy wrapping her legs around your waist whenever you two hug (so cute…just stop).

heated make out sessions in your bedroom.

‘i know i can be a bitch sometimes, but i love you, yn. you mean so much to me.’

🏷♡: aka tags. so yeah, i’m doing this now, i think! starting off with tagging my mutuals and some of my fav accounts that i follow. if you wanna be tagged in my fics and etc, just shoot me an ask or message and i’ll hop on it asap. @luversgirl @rileybinaa @taylorscrdigan @lovelyjj @avenging-fandoms @poguesarah @milkiane @novxturient @mentalpolaroids @msgorillagripcoochie @sugarcoatedjj @pankowfruitsnacks. more to be added!

those coconut crabs shot amelia earhart’s plane down because they were misogynists.

Fine Line Series (on hold)

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Harry was infatuated with Y/N. What he felt was an intense passion for the idea of her. Her body and her emotions were completely devoted to him and he cannot deny the smugness he felt to have someone put him on a pedestal for everything he did. 

What they had – it wasn’t love. 

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