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welcome!
i’m Mella and this is my fic writing and recs blog. read, enjoy and be kind to one another.
nsfw works included, mdni.
Anonymous asked:
i’m so sorry! i assumed you wrote smut bc the pinned said nsfw works included ! sorry if it was an uncomfortable question <3
hey friend! don’t stress at all, it’s a perfectly normal question :) it does say “nsfw” works because i do read and repost quite a few of them but i just don’t think i’ll be great at writing it 🤣 have a great Tuesday my angel 💋
Anonymous asked:
oliver wood having a soft spot for reader that only grows once they start calling him ollie? is this something?
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yes yes yes !!!! but also lil ollie has had a soft spot for reader since she punched him in the face, he was just a jealous little 13 year old that's why he said that thing that caused him to get hit in the first place ...........
Anonymous asked:
may i pretty please request another oliver wood fic whenever you want to/ whenever you can 🙏💗
i originally didn't wanna ask as to not be pushy BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AND I NEED GOOD FICS OF HIM AGHHH
Thank you 😊💖
hi love! thank you for your sweet message 🥺 i am never opposed to writing for Ollie, when inspiration hits me hard enough you will be the first to know 💞 don’t ever be nervous to message! i love hearing from my people!
Anonymous asked:
hi! just wanted to say your oliver wood fic was absolutely phenomenal, it had me on a emotional roller coaster fr i was gasping screaming giggling and everything. have u ever considered writing a fully-fleshed out hp fic on ao3/wp?? i’d totally read it! :)
hi dear! thank you for your support 🌟 i’m so glad you had fun. i wouldn’t do a fully fledged but i think i might write a little drabble or 2 now in the next month about our 2 favourite quidditch captains. i just wrapped up uni so i’ll have plenty time to get creative juices flowing 🤣 have a happy festive season! 🌷
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mullet!Stan Pines headcanons
✦ it’s rare that you see him without a shirt, but one day you spot the burn scar tattoo you think? etched into his shoulder, something Stan never intended to have. he notices you looking and quickly covers. “ain’t nothin’ to look at, sweetheart” he laughs awkwardly, turning away
✦ now, whenever your hand brushes over it, even accidentally, though not really, because you’re so curious and want to know what is it, Stan freezes up and it takes him a second to relax again. he blinks, brows furrowed, face blank as he falls out of reality, like it brings him right back to that fight with his brother. you gently trace the scar and Stan lets you, though you can feel him fighting the wish to pull away. “just. . . don’t think about it too much, alright?” he’ll mumble, but you know that for Stan, this scar means more than he’ll ever admit.
✦ however one night Stanley finally tells you the full story. how it happened, the anger, the betrayal, the pain he never quite dealt with. he looks away, ashamed, preparing to be slapped and yelled at, but you gently tilt his face back toward you, brushing a thumb over the scar, tracing it without a word, letting him know it doesn’t change how you see him. when he wants to pull away, you stop him with a tender smile, whispering that he’s safe, that whatever happened, he’s not alone in it anymore
okay enough angst :)
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hii! could I request stan/gender neutral reader fluff? maybe something along the lines of what mornings look like together? the direction you take it is absolutely up to you, thanks again YOU’RE AMAZINGGG <3
i got carried away can u tell stan's my favorite. I'M CRAZY!!! i'm crazy. also THANK YOU so much your request is amazing it gave me brainworms!!!!!! under the cut:
mornings together stan/reader (gender neutral) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified fluff, 825 words
“Stan,” you say, nudging his shoulder. He grumbles in his sleep, rolling away from you so you're facing his back. You laugh openly, leaning further over the bed to nudge him again. Your other hand is adjusting your work pants, tugging it up and trying unsuccessfully to do your belt buckle. “Stan, wake up. You're giving me a ride to work, remember?”
“No gas,” he mumbles, pulling his arm away from you. When you poke him again, he raises a hand to wave you away. “Quit it.”
this drabble literally sent tingles down my spine. delicious.
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Controversial younger s/o things
Slight mentions of like one nsfw thing, especially for Stanley, it’s not much but still I thought I should say.
Ford worries that he’s far too old for you, but yet is unable to keep his distance from you when you spent every waking moment at the shack with Soos, Wendy, Dipper and Mabel.
He feels like a perv whenever he lets his gaze linger a little too long on you for it to be platonic, yet he could never bring himself to look away as you had him bewitched mind, body and soul for all he knew and he didn’t mind it, even if it did mean he lost sleep dreaming about you being his youthful spouse who often stole his turtlenecks just to get his attention.
He thinks you could be better off with someone your own age, and yet despite believing this, Ford can’t help but harbour this mentality that he could treat you far, far better then anyone your own age. He’d worship the ground you walk on, treat you with respect, dignity and trust.
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dig your claws right into me ♡
logan howlett x fem!reader
logan hurts you when he has a nightmare. now you both have to deal with the fallout.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, descriptions of nightmare, injury, and blood
a/n: reader is a mutant but i didn't specify her powers so you can imagine what you want. just some sickly sweet intimacy cause that's what i was feeling tonight <3
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
The words come out whispered as Logan's lips press against the three tiny bumps of developing scar tissue on your abdomen.
"I already told you that you don't have to be sorry," you say. Your voice drifts into the space between the two of you as soft as the movements of your fingers running through his hair.
"Well I am, bub. You should want me to be."
Each one of his hands rests upon either side of your waist. His fingers squish against your flesh while his eyes stare at the scars on your belly. He gazes at them like the small marks, all equidistant from one another, could be willed away by his harsh look. He hated the fact that they were there at all. Even worse, that he was the one who gave them to you.
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MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY ♡
pairing: older bf!!logan howlett x fem!reader
summary: you and logan make a little bet. who can last longer without sex? as much as he wants to deny it, he's starting to think the answer might be you.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief daddy kink (one mention)
a/n: a commission for my sweet @sleepyluxe who i love so very much <33 this fic takes place after the events of dofp when things are fixed.
Seven days. One week. A quarter of a month. That's how long it had been since Logan and you had fucked.
It was brutal. Some may say he's being dramatic, but that's because they've never had the luxury of you. They couldn't understand losing a paradise they've never experienced. The past several days he's felt like a man wandering through a barren desert, the oasis in sight but never close enough to drink from. Absolute torture
Unfortunately, this situation came about because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
this was soooooooo good
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I just recently found your page and love your work!!
can you write an angsty Stan fic where reader and Stan are still dancing around their feelings and reader finally gets the courage to confess to Stan but maybe overhears a conversation with him and Ford out of context saying he won’t date them and r is crushed? Then cue r trying to move on and jealous!Stan and then they get together somehow?
Thank you!!💕
I ended up placing this fic when Stan and Ford are still in high school before their falling out. I apologize if the timeline with Carla isn’t canon, I just wanted to include her. Also, reader is mentioned as a female a few times but this can easily be read as gender neutral.
I hope you like it!
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Stan having no idea who you are after his mind is wiped but you're gorgeous. You kneel in front of him, hand on his arm, trying not to break down as you introduce yourself.
It doesn't work and you can't help but pull him in for a hug, Stan awkwardly patting your back. You needed the comfort, he was yours and you needed him.
Ford eventually tries to pull you away and you shake your head, clinging harder, pathetically telling him no.
"Hey, she can stay as long as she wants." Stan tightened his hold as he frowned at Ford. He may have no clue about the group staring at him but if someone as beautiful as you needed a hug from him he would oblige.
"No, he's right." You spoke in his ear before pulling back, swatting at your wet cheeks.
Stan's eyes roamed your face. It was sad and in pain but he knew he had never seen anyone as glorious as you. The curve of your cheek, the line of your nose, your plump lips. Your eyes had turned a hue of pink, because of your sobs, that made them shine.
He felt like a kid. He didn't know what to say or do but he wanted needed to get on your good side.
What had you said your name was again?