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Brightheart

what if I decided to share my noir fanart.

i have friends who are on here I think I'd die if they found me actually but enjoy

2009 Spider-Noir side profile because I love drawing him and side profiles and I was going to prove a point and got distracted

I can do ANYTHING!!!

And by anything I mean spend over 20 hours working on this little gremlin

mornings

john lennon x reader

(era: teddy boy? or any era you would like.)

warnings: NO MATURE CONTENT, fluff, pet names?

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john cursed silently as he accidentally put his hand onto the hot pan to feel if it was warm enough to start the eggs. it was. he was too focused on the burning sensation that he didn’t acknowledge you, his lovely girlfriend of 2 years, padding down the stairs, until you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“hey, baby.” you sleepily mumbled into his shoulder blades, he was still wearing his pyjamas. john was a morning person, very cautious to get to bed ON TIME and out of bed exactly at 7:30am on weekends (6:30am on weekdays.).

“the bloody pan was two hot!” he cried out, turning around and shoving his hand into your face, which you sleepily looked over.

“stop yer wining and stop vigorously moving yer hand so i can actually look at it!” you exclaimed, gently taking hold of his wrist to inspect. you lead him over to the sink and ran cold water over the now red and irritated skin.

“you should know how to treat burns.” you smiled slightly at his piercing glare at the pan on the stove. you kissed his hand after a few minutes of running it under water, and brought out some gauze and carefully wrapped the skin.

“thanks, love.” he muttered, his nasally scouse accent is one of the things that made you fall head over heels for him, not that he was popular, or any such things like that. you ruffled his messy chocolate brown hair.

you took over the cooking for now, as he watched the telly in the living room.

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(p.s, i had to re post this bc it was tagged as mature 😭😭)

Obsessed "Baby, Only You!" It filled every inch of my heart with love! May I ask what your fave Beatles album and song are? Mine are Revolver and "Dear Prudence." May I also please make a request for Jack Hughes? Anything more with him and a more stoic/quiet in public girl, would love to see where your incredible mind takes you. The way he understands and defends is just...yes! I needed that lol. Please and thank you!

i’d do it a hundred more.

(JACK HUGHES x reader)

hey!! thank you so so so much literally this made my day. 🫶🏻

my fav beatle albums def are sgt peppers and help (i adore the movie), and my fav songs are the long and winding road, i want you (she’s so heavy), across the universe, sgt pepper’s lonely hearts club band and julia :))

warnings: no mature subjects, fluff, no proofread (you can tell i never proofread my stuff)

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you had always been a quiet kid, stoic and stern looking. that obviously lead to you having a resting bitch face, making not many people approach your phlegmatic gaze.

not many kids were your friends, forcing you to turn your back to society and do things yourself, cold walls lifting to sternly keep out outsiders.

that was,

until jack. he melted those ice walls, wiggling himself in a short period of time, to be the centre of your universe. you fell in love with this man, the way his wide smile made your lips curl into a grin, the way his blue eyed gaze was boyish and gentle, the way he reassured you when a girl tried to get his number and hit on him, he stood up for you, most important of all. he was your everything.

he understood everything about you, your reactions, how you felt in public and how you were the most loud and outgoing person on the inside, when it was just them two, locked away giggling together.

jack held your heart and kept it protected, he knew your past, and you like the back of his hand, so he made it his part to protect you from jabs that people made.

one of his teammates girlfriends took a shot in mocking you and jack was sure to glare at her and tell her off.

“why do you look like that? you aren’t even in jacks league. don’t even pretend you aren’t not trying in the relationship.” the girlfriend snootily said, her boyfriend did nothing in reply to defend you. you glanced towards jack and could see him get angry, so you squeezed his knee, but he still started to yell at the girl, making her jaw drop and her eyes open wide.

“you don’t know her!”

“don’t ever speak about her in that way!”

“don’t speak on our relationship!”

jack roughly grabbed your hand and walked you out.

“you didn’t have to do that.” you said quietly, kicking some tiny rocks on the pavement with your shoe.

“for you? i’d do it a hundred more times.”

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sorry if this ain’t any good but

🫶🏻❤️🤍

Can i rq a ringo x reader were the reader is an assistant for The beatles and is really burnt out and tired and ringo tried to care for them?<3

What’s up buddy 😝😝

Hello! First req ahh n this is so cute !!!

If I fell in love with you

Warnings: FLUFF. (And John being annoying.) (and bad writing.)

You happened to be an assistant to one of the biggest bands at the time, and it was absolutely lovely. Just kidding!! The Beatles made it a bit more difficult to work, John who would take his sarcastic and idiotic comments and remarks to a whole new level, eventually annoying the living crap out of you. George was okay, but he honestly talked your EAR of when he had the chance, how could anyone CONSIDER him the ‘quiet Beatle’? Paul was… okay, he had very pretty eyes, though. And then there was little old Ringo. He wasn’t as annoying. He had a pretty voice.

Brian had assigned you to keep an eye on the boys in a hotel in America, as it was their first time, and they strictly needed to stay in the hotel at all times for the show the following day.

“Would’ya pass me the water, Macca?” John asked innocently, his nasally British accent rang out. Paul passed over the salt as he had a burger half in his mouth. John grinned. ‘Oops.’ He muttered, still smiling as he poured the whole jug on Paul’s head. Macca’s eyes widened as the water trickled down his face and clothes, and he slowly turned to John. “It’s on, Lenny.” Paul picked a handful of whatever the heck was on the table, and hurled it towards John.

“Boys, please-“ you tried to interrupt, knowing their suits were freshly washed, dried, and ironed by indeed, you. You sighed deeply and wiped a hand down your face. You shouldn’t have signed up for this position. It was silly.

“John, food down!” Your voice raised slightly, a thing you never did, catching the attention of John, who put down the food and shrugged, still giggling at Paul, and Paul was doing the same. You could never control these boys, and it was like a war zone job if you did say so yourself.

After the food fight, no, literal war, you went back to your room and curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling, praying to God that tomorrow wouldn’t be as bad.

A soft knock was heard on the thick wood of the door.

“Come in!” You hollered, (your nationality) accent wavered a tad.

The door creaked open. Maybe it was a serial killer? Just kidding.

Ringo stood in the doorway, plate in hand.

“hi.” You said, rushing to sit up and fix your skirt and hair, nodding in the process.

“Hello, love.” Ringo nodded, stepping farther into the threshold of your room. “Brought ‘ye supper.” He said softly, approaching your bed. You studied his face, his nose, and how his eyes were a perfect china shade of blue. You noticed how his hair falls on his forehead, and how the brown colour accentuated his rosy red cheeks.

“Why are you doing this for me?” You ask quietly, taking the plate, fingers heating up from the bottom of the plate.

“‘Cuz yer workin’ hard, and John n Paul n Goergie ain’t makin’ it easy for ye.” He shrugged and sat beside you, smiling a bit.

Gosh, his smile.

“Aww, Ringo.” You blush, smiling slightly. He smiled back and put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly and getting up. “I’m gonna run you a bath.” He grinned playfully, running off into the bathroom.

How sweet. Maybe being The Beatles assistant isn’t that bad. <3

(Ik this isn’t really the req im sorry i had trouble thinking of stuff : , ( )

get this man a new stick 😭😭😍🙅🙅😩😍🙅🧏😔🧏🙅🙅🧏😍😢😢🔥😣😣💥❌🔥❌💀💥❌💔😡☠️

I didn't post much in a long time, but I will probably start due to TikTok starting to shadowban my OC's artwork, anyway here is an OC art of my OC Megeran/Armaggedon and her father Jaroslav

ok... i don’t want to be rude or anything but... why can’t some authors clarify reader’s gender??? u____u

is it too hard to add a “female!reader” at the beginning? We just assume reader always wants to go by she? like i’m chillin reading an ‘x reader’ as gender neutral and BAM u thought wrong fool: “she” “her” “pussy” like bro.... just... c l a r i f y p l s and give me the choice of not wasting my time and get annoyed 😭