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WHO I WRITE:
x readers:
pietro maximoff, tangerine, aaron taylor johnson, sergei kravenoff, dave lizewski, tom ryder, alexei vronsky
draco malfoy, hermione granger, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, james potter
spider noir
konig, simon riley (ghost)
ships:
wolfstar, romione
FYI: i hate, aboslutely hate dramione and jegulus. i will not be writing nor reading anything that has those ships in it.
FANFICS:
requests: open / closed feel free to send in any message you want; this is an open space for everyone!
aaron taylor johnson: (you can find these fics on wattpad under the book named Envisage)
pietro maximoff masterlist
tangerine masterlist
dave lizewski masterlist
alexei vronksy masterlist
tom ryder masterlist
sergei kravenoff masterlist
atj masterlist
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harry potter: (you can find the draco fics on wattpad under the book named Was it just a Dream?)
Golden Era —
draco malfoy masterlist
hermione granger masterlist
romione masterlist
luna lovegood masterlist
neville longbottom masterlist
Marauders Era —
wolfstar masterlist
james potter masterlist
marauder blurbs
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spiderman into the spiderverse:
spider noir masterlist
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COD:
konig masterlist
simon riley (ghost) masterlist
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(the ones that are not linked are either drafts or not on tumblr yet! check on wattpad @ tangerinecumslvt !)
WARNINGS:
all of this is my own original work, if you are going to take it and post it somewhere else, please credit me.
when i write for ghostface, konig, ghost, and sergei kravenoff — it might be very very very dark. i will have warnings before the fics but just a fair warning before you read anything.
enjoy!
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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
pairing: tangerine x reader
tw: blood, injury, mention of toxic ex, subtle mention of sex, cussing, pain, not proof-read :(
message: to the ones who wish to be loved even when you have no strength to express it.
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At the late hour of two, the only sounds were the jingle of keys and rain pounding against the concrete. You'd be thinking, why is someone coming home at 2 in the morning?
But that was the norm for Tangerine. He had just come back from a 2 day trip, and instead of going back this own house, he ended up at your doorstep. You peeped your head through the door of your bedroom and watched the front door twist open.
Once the door opened and Tangerine walked in, his hair all over the place and damp, his suit untidy and bloodied with wet patches on his shoulder and back, his face exhausted, he dropped his bag onto the floor and shut the door softly.
Your shoulders relaxed at the sight of him, knowing you were safe and not about to be killed. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and walked out the room in your pyjamas. Which consisted of a silk lacy tank top and pants that were of the same material.
Tangerine walked up to the cabinet, grabbed a glass and filled it up with cold water from the fridge. He downed the water and set the glass on the counter. He leaned against the counter, exhausted, not noticing you yet.
"Tan?" You whispered as you watched his movements. He jumped slightly and his head snapped to you.
"Oh did I wake you doll? 'm so sorry" Tangerine apologised as he looked at his girlfriend. You shook your head and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"Darlin' I'm covered in sweat and blood" He sighed as he resisted his urges to engulf you in a hug and never let go.
"Don't care, missed you" You said simply and hugged him tighter. His urges were too strong for his superego, he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight.
"Missed you more" He mumbled against your hair as he kissed the top of your head. You pulled away from the hug and he looked at you, his hands on your arms, the skin so soft compared to his.
"You must be tired?" You asked more than said as you held his hands, playing with his rings. He let out a sigh.
"You have no idea" He mumbled as he watched your gaze go from his face to his hand when you felt something mushy. You looked at his hands and your eyes widened. You fingers had just gone over a huge cut on his hand, a cut where blood was still spurring out.
"Oh God" You whispered as you looked at both of his hands. Both bruised up, purple, blue and red with blood either dried or wet. He looked at at his hands with you, he hadn't even noticed.
"Come here" You said, letting one hand go softly and guiding him to the elevated seats on the kitchen counter. You patted the seat, telling him to sit down. He did as told. You put both his hands on the counter to analyse.
"'s nothin', I barely felt it" Tangerine shrugged trying to calm you, the look of worry on your face worried him, but it also made him feel some type of way. Felt like he was cared for, felt like he was needed. Gave him a sense of belonging.
"Shh" You said sharply and went over the cuts with your finger, as if your touch would take them away. You winced slightly as you went over a splinter.
"How the fuck?" You whispered softly and looked up at him, he was looking at you, he shrugged.
"Don't know, sometimes just happens" He said. You squint your eyes at him slightly and got off you chair.
"Wait here, I'll be back" You said and disappeared into the guest restroom that was connected to the living room. Tangerine watched you leave. Usually he'd just wash the wounds with water and call it a day, but seeing the look on your face when you saw his wounds made him upset. Made him regret being so careless on the mission.
He wanted to go back and tell himself to be more careful. Just to make sure he never had to see the look on your face. You came out of the restroom with a first aid kit and sat next to him. You opened the kit on the counter and took out tweezers, cotton buds, alcohol, and a cream.
"Is g'na hurt a bit yea?" You said and grabbed his hand softly. Cleaning the tweezers before putting it against his skin to take the piece of wood or metal —whatever it was, you couldn't quite guess what it was— out.
He winced slightly as the sharp part poked his other wound.
"Sorry" You gasped softly and tried to be careful with him. Touching his hand, treating him as if he was a piece of glass. He had never been treated that way.
Lemon was his brother and he had obviously seen Tangerine cry but they never talked about it after, and vice versa. A pat on the back was the softest thing that they got from each other, and that alone meant the world to Tangerine.
But this, the way your soft hand carressed his wounds, the way you winced everytime your finger went over a cut as if you could feel his pain — it made Tangerine's heart warm. It made him feel gooey and mushy on the inside.
You dabbed a cotton bud in the alcohol and before you dabbed it on his skin, you turned to look at him. Where his gaze that was once on you, quickly shifted to look at his hand.
"This ones gunna sting a bit" You whispered, his gaze went to your face (again).
"Nothin' I can't handle" He shrugged. You went back his hand and dabbed the cotton bud on his wounds. The wound stung but all he could think about was you.
How beautiful you looked. You hair that was once probably in a proper firm plait, now a loose one with strays all over. Some strays falling in front of your face. You mouth slightly open, breathing through it because of how much you were concentrating.
You looked ethereal.
You are ethereal.
He admired the way you cared, the way your empathy ran through you like it was the main component of your blood. The way you smiled at him, the way you'd laugh at his jokes, the way you'd kiss him, the way your hair would feel when he ran his hand through his hair.
He was obsessed and he was not afraid to admit it.
He says he isn't afraid but is he really?
All his past lovers were nothing but simple fucks. Nothing but a hook up. He had never stayed long enough to feel the way he feels with you. Initially he thought about leaving, but the thought of leaving you, you, of all people.
Made him want to hang himself for ever thinking of such a thing.
"Okay now, I just need to put the cream on" You said, more to yourself, but it broke him out of his thoughts. He felt a wave of confidence, a wave of invincibility crashing against his feeling of doubt.
Now, Tangerine was a brave man, he could wrestle a bear and win if he wanted to. But to admit that he cared for someone as deeply as he cares about you? Now that could make him piss his pants.
"Y/n" He said softly. It was now, or never. You stopped your actions —opening the tube of cream— and looked at him.
"Hmm?" You hummed, telling him to continue, a strand of hair coming on front of your face.
"I... uh" He started but coughed awkwardly. You furrowed your brows but smile nonetheless, urging him to continue. He saw the smile on his face and felt as if it gave him strenghth.
"I love you" He said, he meant for it to be a bold declaration, but for some reason, it came out as a whisper. Your breath was caught in your throat. You felt as if you could jump in joy and do laps around the house. But you said nothing, letting out the breath that was stuck in your throat.
You gave him a soft smile, your eyes saying all that needed to be said, and you turned back to his hand to continue. No one had ever said that they loved you. At least not while you were fully clothed. He knew that.
That's what made your reaction so much better. He thought that you would push him away and never speak to him again, but it was quite the opposite. He didn't feel defeated when the answer he was faced with was silence.
No, he felt like he was on cloud 9.
He knew about your past. About how your ex boyfriend had used you for your body and would emotionally abuse you for being the way that you are. Kind, caring, loving.
He would only tell you that he loved you when you were naked and giving him your body — whether you wanted to or not. He only cared about himself. Not only did he use you for his own ego, he also used multiple other people, while dating you, hence, cheating on you.
Tangerine knew how much it meant to you, to be fully clothed, and feel loved. He also knew that you needed time. So he would give you as long as you needed. He would wait until the world ended if that's how long you needed.
What's great about it was that you knew. You knew he didn't want to rush you, he didn't mean it in any other way other than pure pragma —love not of lust, but of understanding
"Oh look at what I got the other day" You said excitedly after closing the tube and putting it back into the first aid kit, and picking something out of it.
"Thomas the Tank Engine band-aids!" You gleamed and showed him the box of band-aids with pride. He let out a soft laugh; it seemed as if he could never escape Thomas.
"They're very cute, love" He smiled at you and used one of his hands to push the strand of hair behind your ear.
Love. Love. Love.
Your heart warmed at the nickname. He had never called you love before. Doll, darling, beautiful, sweetheart — but never love. It felt right. Felt natural.
"Thank you" You smiled as you took three band-aids out and peeled the sticker off them and placed them softly atop his wounds.
"All done" You smiled, softly running your fingers over the band aids. You brought his hands up to your lips and kissed the bain-aids and the scratches one by one. He watched you, eyes full of nothing but adoration, and love.
You may not have said it, but he knew for a fact: he had never felt so loved.
fin.
a/n: can you guys tell i'm a med student? no? THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT. FUCK MODERN MEDICINE!! (i say this as i grab another paracetamol pill)
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𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐈 𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
❝𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝- … 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞
this movie made me want to die. and i'm not even joking. he was so fucking beautiful. the whole time in my head i was telling myself 'it should be me' everytime anna and alexei had a scene together.
pairings: alexei vronsky x fem!reader
REQUESTS: Open / Closed
TW for this section:
cussing
smut
fluff
angst
abuse
violence
discrimination
bullying
talking shit (?)
body dysmorphia
mention of adultery
pregnancy (?)
social norms of the time (sexism)
that should be it but if i miss any do let me know! as alwayssssssss, i'll have a little a/n to warn you guys on what TW's are present in the fic.
since i'm really bad at describing clothing, i'll add in a picture of the dress i'm imagining at the end of the fic. i mean i'll try my best to describe it but no guarantees.
for this section since it's back in the day and they didn't have phones... i won't do a little camera roll thing, sadly.
now, without a further ado...
PRESENTING...
→ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐈 𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐘
smut:﹗
fluff: ♡
angst: ✦
miscellanies: 𖦹
❝𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.❞
one shots:
A Rose for your Thoughts 𖦹
mini series:
n/a for now
more is on the way!
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𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
❝𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭... ...𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞
he was sooooo fucking adorable in this movie. he's such a neville longbottom. ughhhh dave lizeweksi you make me want to faint
pairings: dave lizeweksi x fem!reader
REQUESTS: Open / Closed
TW for this section:
cussing
smut
kinks
violence
angst
ED
SA
SH
drinking
talk of body dysmorphia
discrimination
bullying
feelings of anger or sadness
these warnings are not as bad as tangerine's one so. this is just a general outlook of the types of TW's you'll see in this section, but as always, i will have the warnings labeled at the top of every fic.
i'm a little extra, so i went ahead and made a snapshot of what your camera roll would look like if you were dating dave, and i got bored so i made one of dave's camera roll too!
y/n's camera roll:
dave's camera roll:
now, without a further ado...
PRESENTING...
→ 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐊𝐈
smut:﹗
fluff: ♡
angst: ✦
miscellanies: 𖦹
❝𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊-𝐀𝐒𝐒?!❞
one shots:
Interrupted ﹗
mini series:
n/a for now
more is on the way!
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It should be a crime of how this man is so severely underrated
I want to write a self insert but I'm still practicing (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
