I am begging for ussop/Jacob Romeo x reader plz. Idk how but I need it. I’m begging ugh he’s so fine
do people still read grey’s fics?? idk, if u guys do im opening requests.
i will write for amelia shepherd; addison montgomery; meredith grey; jo wilson; arizona robbins; callie torres; april kepner; and lexie grey. im open to writing for others though, depending on the request.
im open to writing smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, and angst with a happy ending. i’ll cover pretty much any sensitive topic because i deal with a lot of them, if im not ok with it i’ll just say no.
im masc presenting, so idk itll kinda align with that. probably more gender neutral stuff though because it seems more appropriate.
follow my main blog to see some of my works. though based around scream, i feel like itll be good for u guys to see my writing style n decide if that’s something ur into. if ur not, i am absolutely open to criticism. i’m a writer, though i’m a young writer who could improve. i would like to know how to do so.
again, check out the main blog - @scream4ash
honestly missionaries are evil. the idea of traveling the world to tell people Who Didnt Fucking Ask that their beliefs are wrong in the hopes that theyll adopt your beliefs seems sinister
My american ladies 4b movement is THE movement. Reject all the men. Be celibate and get some toys. And since the men will be violent and since guns will have more rights than us go get one and aim it at any man's dick who wants you
Request by anonymous
I stood backstage, my body buzzing with nerves as I prepared for my upcoming match. The crowd's excited cheers filtered through the curtain, adding to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But something didn't feel right. I could sense it, and so could my husband, Bret.
He had insisted on accompanying me tonight, his worry evident in his eyes. He knew me better than anyone, he could tell when something was off. As we made our way towards the ring, his hand tightly clasping mine, I felt comforted by his presence.
The match began, and I gave it my all, pushing through the discomfort that had been nagging at the edges of my consciousness. But halfway through, everything went black. I woke up to the sound of Bret's panicked voice calling my name. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in the middle of the ring, surrounded by concerned faces.
Bret's voice was filled with fear as he knelt beside me, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Are you okay? What happened?" His words were laced with worry and love, his hand tenderly brushing against my cheek.
"I don't know," I managed to whisper, my voice weak. Bret's arms gently lifted me off the mat, carrying me in his strong embrace as he rushed backstage, the entire Hart Foundation following closely behind.
Once we reached our private dressing room, Bret placed me on the couch, his touch never leaving me. Concern etched deep lines on the faces of our friends, their worried expressions mirroring Bret's own.
The moments that followed were a blur of anxious inquiries and hushed voices. Bret refused to leave my side, his hand firmly clasping mine as he whispered words of reassurance and love. The support from the Hart Foundation family surrounded me, their familiar faces offering comfort in this uncertain moment.
Time seemed to stretch as I lay there, the room filled with a mixture of worry and hope. And then, gradually, I began to regain consciousness. Bret's face came into focus, his eyes filled with relief as he squeezed my hand gently.
"You scared me," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I was so worried. Are you feeling better?"
A weak smile tugged at my lips as I nodded, gratitude welling up within me for the love and care he had shown. "Yes, I am. And it's all thanks to you."
Bret's embrace tightened around me, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always be there for each other. My heart was filled with gratitude for the man who loved me unconditionally, both inside and outside the ring. Together, we would conquer anything that came our way.
having sex with your friends is so very normal please stop poisoning the youths minds with shame surrounding hooking up with your friends. especially if you’re gay
pro-abortion. pro-divorce. i believe we have the god-given right to give up
I couldn't contain my excitement as I sat in the audience, waiting for Bret's match to start at the WWF show in LA. You see, I had planned a surprise for him tonight. Bret was my favorite wrestler, and I had admired him from afar for so long.
As the lights dimmed and the music blared through the arena, my heart started racing. The energy in the crowd was electric as Bret's iconic theme song played. My eyes were fixated on the ring, eagerly waiting for him to make his entrance.
But little did Bret know, I was about to turn his world upside down. As he stepped into the ring, his eyes scanned the audience, unaware of what was about to happen. That's when I made my move. I had managed to secure a front-row seat near the aisle, strategically positioned for my surprise.
With butterflies in my stomach, I stood up and held up a handmade sign that read, "Bret, you're my hero!" His gaze met mine, and his expression shifted from confusion to pure astonishment. A smile spread across his face as he recognized the familiar words on the sign.
The match continued, but I could feel Bret's eyes on me throughout. There was an undeniable connection between us, fueled by the surprise and admiration we shared. It felt like time stood still as our eyes locked, the electricity between us pulsating with each passing moment.
Finally, the match came to an end, and Bret emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers, but my attention was solely focused on him. I made my way backstage, nerves and excitement bubbling inside me like a cauldron.
As I reached Bret's locker room door, I took a deep breath and knocked. The door swung open, revealing Bret standing there, still sweaty from the intense match. His eyes widened with surprise as he saw me standing before him.
Without a word, he pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in an embrace that felt like home. His touch was electrifying, and I could feel the passion and gratitude radiating from him. In that moment, all the barriers between us disappeared, and we knew there was something special between us.
With the sound of cheers and the echo of the crowd still ringing in our ears, we found ourselves in a hotel room, lost in each other's embrace. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our bodies longing for closeness.
Time seemed to stand still as we explored the depths of our connection, fueled by the mutual admiration and surprise that brought us together. Every touch, every caress spoke volumes, conveying the unspoken words of longing and desire.
In that hotel room, we let go of the outside world, allowing ourselves to be immersed in the magic of the moment. It was a night filled with passion, excitement, and a connection that surpassed all expectations.
As we lay there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the surprise that brought us together. This unexpected rendezvous would forever be etched in both our hearts, a reminder of the power of surprises and the strength of our connection.
Request by anonymous pt. 1
As the day of their son's birth arrived, Y/n felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. But they were grateful for one thing - the unwavering support of their loving partner, Bret. He had been by/n's side throughout their entire pregnancy, attending doctor's appointments, birthing classes, and providing constant encouragement.
As Y/n's contractions intensified, Bret took charge, ensuring that the hospital bag was ready and everything was in order. He held Y/n's hand tightly, offering words of reassurance and love. The room became a sanctuary of calm amidst the whirlwind of emotions.
Y/n clung to Bret's presence, finding solace in his steady demeanor. He anticipated their needs before they could even voice them. Whether it was a comforting touch on their back or a cold compress on their forehead, Bret was always one step ahead, providing the perfect support at all times.
As the labor progressed, Y/n's pain grew more intense, but Bret never faltered. He remained a pillar of strength, offering soothing words during each contraction. His voice encouraged Y/n to breathe through the pain, reminding them of the beautiful outcome waiting at the end.
When the time came for Y/n to push, Bret was right there, holding Y/n's hand firmly, never letting go. With every push, his unwavering support gave Y/n the strength to continue, reminding them of their incredible journey together.
And then, finally, their son entered the world, a tiny bundle of joy. As the cries filled the room, tears of joy streamed down Y/n's face. Bret leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Y/n's forehead, his heart filled with overwhelming love and pride.
In that moment, Y/n realized how lucky they were to have Bret as their partner. He had been their rock, supporting them every step of the way, and now, he was holding their precious son in his arms.
As they gazed down at their child, Y/n felt a rush of gratitude for having such an incredible partner. Together, they had welcomed their son into the world, and they knew that their journey as parents would be filled with love, laughter, and the unwavering support of each other.
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